Messages from my sweet best friend remind me why I keep fighting through nights like these. Love this girl more than words could ever express. Through it all, she gives the best pep talks & is always there to hold me, dry my tears, make me laugh, & fight right along side me. I am so, so incredibly blessed… ❤
As the cliche goes– low quality picture, high quality friend 👌🏼💜 I love every minute I get to spend with this beautiful, strong girl!!
I love this song so much. It’s 4 chords & is sung mostly in unison– it’s nothing musically significant. It’s repetitive & the words are not eloquent or poetic. It’s inherently simple. And that’s why I love it.
“You’re a good good Father
It’s who You are, it’s who You are, it’s who You are
And I’m loved by You
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am…”
In a world swirling with uncertainty & stress (both good & bad!) it’s easy to let things become overcomplicated & unclear,
This week may have knocked me down, but hope is not lost. I need not seek identity in grades, friends, or health— His love defines me. I am loved, not by any of my own doing, but because He is my Father, and He is good.
His love is not something I have; it’s who I am.
It’s as simple as that… 🙂
This week has been exhausting, disheartening & downright awful…but this girl has been there for me through it all. She has been fighting with me & for me, right by my side. Her unconditional love & support gives me strength. I am so blessed. I love you, Hillary.. ❤
I have no words to describe what is happening right now. My heart is shattered. I am tired and weary and I feel so very afraid. But God is holding us amidst this chaos, even though His presence isn’t always immediately apparent…
Dr. Kosal is my Biology professor and one of the kindest, most compassionate people I have ever known (more on that later). Unable to leave my dad’s side at the hospital, I missed the final exam. I couldn’t even let her know I was going to miss the exam or why because there are no phones or computers allowed when someone is waiting to be involuntarily committed. It was impossible to sneak considering my dad’s rogue state and my role as a primary caretaker. When I could finally access my phone, I emailed her in a panicked frenzy, apologizing profusely, feeling terrible, and begging for a retroactive ‘incomplete’ in the class. Her response…well…it was a total God thing.
Here’s are some excerpts (6/22/16):
I’m so sorry to read all of this. It sounds like you have been given a heavy load to carry and I know you are physically and emotionally exhausted. I gave you an incomplete for the course already – I knew there was some good reason to not see you…
…So let me know what you think. Take care of your health first, your dad, and then worry about BIO 181. It will be here for you when you can tackle it well. No rush.
Thank you, Lord, for placing people like Dr. Kosal in my life. I do not understand why this is happening, but I know You are here and You are working for our good…somehow…
Texts I get from my Uncle Mike…bahaha. The “plug” he is referencing is my tube that accidentally got ripped out. And “stay away from the light” cracks me up because I wasn’t even sedated. Never a dull moment with this guy… 🙈