After my Mom was gone there was no hope of a normal life and certainly I was not considering ever opening a business. But while I was in the midst of grief we didn't know another shock was to come. We lost Dad a few short months later. It was a long cold winter, and life had changed directions. He was the first man I loved and he spent most days at out home working around my shed and making life easier for us.
Now the two people who helped me become the person, the Mom, the believer that I am...were gone.
The fact that I survived this is a testament to my faith, the grace of God. Without my faith I fear that depression would have consumed me.
It is hard to imagine that my life would somehow recover enough to ever begin to dream again .But God is good and he knew that my dream would realize itself in a big way!
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Hey Dianntha!
What a story you're telling and I'm so sorry for the loss of your parents but I love how you're weaving your faith story into your post. God is so wonderful to be there and shore us up. I can't wait to hear more about your dream and its fruition. Thanks for stopping by my site and inviting me to yours : )
Your girls are beautiful!
It's always hard to (momentarely)lose loved ones, but like you said, there is a hope in knowing one day you will be reunited.
I so enjoy reading your story about your dream. I still have my Mother and these last few years I cherish each day more than I ever have with her. I'm so thankful to know the Lord...he is our everything! Blessings~~~Roxie
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