Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Can Kids Still be Kids?
My two oldest boys, who are in 6th and 7th grade, started at a new school this year. This school, although new, has other sister schools who have been ranked among the top 10 high schools in the country (it is a 5-12 grade program) for several years in a row. As a result, it is academically intense. My 7th grader is doing very well and loving the faster pace and challenging curriculum. A school like this is just what he needs. My 6th grader, on the other hand, is struggling to keep up with the demands placed upon him. Granted, this is his first year of middle school, which has an adjustment period of its own, no matter where you attend. He has been used to one or two teachers, not eight or nine. He has a difficult time keeping his binders straight and making sure that the right homework gets back in the right binder. Granted, organization is not his strong point. Not only that, but he comes home with at least three hours of homework every night. After spending all day at school, he has a hard time sitting down and doing another three hours of homework. What 11 year old wouldn't? He wants to spend all of his time reading for fun, which I love, but he isn't getting homework or chores done as a result. Three hours turns into all night because he doesn't make the best use of his time. He is overwhelmed. I get frustrated when he doesn't get things turned in on time, rushes through assignments or tests while making lots of mistakes so he can get back to his book, leaves things at home (or car, or locker, etc) when he needs them at school. . . etc. . . But, at the same time, I feel sorry for the kid. We are asking a lot of him at this stage in the game. Education is important, and he will get a great one at this school if he can stick it out, but there are other things that are important as well. He has no time for anything else. He does attend scouts once/week and piano lessons, but doesn't have much time to practice. He used to be outside playing after school instead of cooped up in his room with homework. Granted, he does find time to do lots of reading, at the expense of other things. But, where is the balance? Childhood only comes around once and I feel like we are robbing him of the opportunity to be a kid. He will have his whole life to study and learn - and only a few more years to play and enjoy the relatively carefree days of childhood. I don't mean to say that I don't want him to learn or be successful in school. I absolutely want those things for him. I want him to work hard and to not take the path of least resistance. But, I don't want him to be stressed out by school so early in his educational career. I don't want him to feel like he is drowning in school work. I don't want him to lose his love of learning as a result of too many demands. But, nor do I want to let him quit this early in the game. He has the potential to prove to himself that he can do this. He just needs to learn the skills to make that happen. What I don't know is how hard to push him. He definitely needs to be pushed. But, when is enough enough? And, what will the consequences be either way? I just want him to be happy, try his best, and not be afraid of letting anyone down if he feels like his best isn't good enough. The trick is figuring out which path will lead to that end.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Growing up
For the past couple of days my eight year old daughter has been asking me questions about whether the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny are real or not. When it first came up, I was in the middle of something and told her that it would have to be a conversation for another day. I was hoping that would hold her off for awhile, but she came right back today with more questions. I didn't know how to evade her questions, so I had to tell her the truth. It broke my heart to see the huge crocodile tears that ran down her face as the childhood excitement surrounding those exciting events melted into oblivion. In the midst of the tears she sadly proclaimed "Mom, I didn't really want to know! I don't think Christmas will be very much fun anymore."
I must admit that I wanted to cry, too. As much as I tried to ease her pain, I felt like I could see her childhood slipping away in one painful instant. I wished I could have taken it back and let the magic live a little longer, but I knew that she had already figured it out before she asked me. She wanted me to disprove her theory and tell her what she wanted to hear. Maybe I should have done it - prolonging the excitement a little bit longer. But, how could I evade her direct questions? I tried to tell her that it was all about what she believed, but that didn't cut it for her. She wanted a real answer, and now she is broken hearted.
As I was thinking about the damage that had been done, it hit me like a ton of bricks - my little girl is growing up a little too fast. Not only will this Christmas be vastly different in her eyes, but it will never be the same for her again. I know it was bound to happen eventually, but I was hoping it would last a little bit longer. This is not just about Christmas, though. It's about being a kid - about the carefree innocence of childhood that is starting to disappear. I just want to wrap her up in my arms and hold on tight, convincing myself (and her) that she will be young and innocent forever - that she doesn't need to grow up quite so fast. What used to be about baby dolls and stuffed animals is now about earrings, clothes, and boys. I know that she is only eight, but sometimes she seems like a teenager trapped in that little body. But, then there are times, like today, when I realize that she is still little - that she still needs me to be there to wipe away those tears when things don't turn out the way that she hopes - that I still have some time to hold her and tell her that everything will be alright. For that I am grateful.
I must admit that I wanted to cry, too. As much as I tried to ease her pain, I felt like I could see her childhood slipping away in one painful instant. I wished I could have taken it back and let the magic live a little longer, but I knew that she had already figured it out before she asked me. She wanted me to disprove her theory and tell her what she wanted to hear. Maybe I should have done it - prolonging the excitement a little bit longer. But, how could I evade her direct questions? I tried to tell her that it was all about what she believed, but that didn't cut it for her. She wanted a real answer, and now she is broken hearted.
As I was thinking about the damage that had been done, it hit me like a ton of bricks - my little girl is growing up a little too fast. Not only will this Christmas be vastly different in her eyes, but it will never be the same for her again. I know it was bound to happen eventually, but I was hoping it would last a little bit longer. This is not just about Christmas, though. It's about being a kid - about the carefree innocence of childhood that is starting to disappear. I just want to wrap her up in my arms and hold on tight, convincing myself (and her) that she will be young and innocent forever - that she doesn't need to grow up quite so fast. What used to be about baby dolls and stuffed animals is now about earrings, clothes, and boys. I know that she is only eight, but sometimes she seems like a teenager trapped in that little body. But, then there are times, like today, when I realize that she is still little - that she still needs me to be there to wipe away those tears when things don't turn out the way that she hopes - that I still have some time to hold her and tell her that everything will be alright. For that I am grateful.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Good 'ol Days
Today I spent some time doing dishes with my kids. I'm not talking about dishes with a dishwasher. No, I mean the real deal - with soap, water, and a sponge. Granted, this isn't rocket science, but it isn't something that I do often. That is partially do to the fact that my kids do the dishes most every night. Every once in awhile, when I am feeling particularly charitable or when I want it done quickly and well, I will jump in and help. But, for the most part, the kids take the reigns with the nightly dishes. My husband particularly appreciates this because that was his job for the first 13 years of our marriage. He would do the dishes every night that he was home because I always did the cooking. No, I didn't ask him to do it. Yes, I know I married a gem!
As I was standing there with a sink full of soapy water, washing dishes while the kids rinsed, dried, and put them away - I was transported back in time. When I was a kid, my family was not blessed with the luxury of a dishwasher. I remember a brief stint of having one that worked, but it was just that - brief. By and large, we washed and dried dishes the old fashioned way every night. Although at the time I hated it and wished that we could afford to purchase a working dishwasher, I look back with fond memories. My dad would often be the one doing the washing. The rest of us drew straws for our jobs. While we worked together, Dad would quiz us on our math facts and create long math problems for us to do in our heads. He would also spell words with us or ask us about other things that we had done that day. That was Dad's way of passing the time while we worked, and I remember the dishes often being more of a time of family bonding than the actual meals. Granted, it wasn't like this every night, and I surely didn't appreciate it at the time. But, I realize now how much of a benefit that was for me. I learned to work, and I learned that work didn't always have to be drudgery - that it could be a means to bring about a certain togetherness.
Along with the lack of a dishwasher, there was a period of time that we did not have a clothes dryer. We would take the baskets of freshly washed clothes out to the backyard and hang them on the clothesline to dry. Oh, how I hated that job! It was certainly no fun in the Arizona heat to hang a batch of clothes out to dry. Not only that, but I was humiliated. I didn't want anybody to know that my family couldn't afford to buy a dryer. On one particular occasion when I was in junior high, I had one of my friends over for an afternoon and my mom handed me a basket of wet clothes and asked me to go and hang them on the line. I was mortified! This friend belonged to a family who was very well off and she certainly never had to hang clothes to dry. But, as I apologized profusely for having to do this chore, she said something that has stuck with me to this day. She simply said "Don't apologize. This is fun." At the time I thought she was crazy. How could this be fun? But, once again, I was reminded that work didn't have to be awful. She may or may not have known that I had to do this because my family couldn't afford a dryer. But, it didn't matter. Somehow, these opportunities for work would be a blessing, whether or not I realized it at the time. I used my vast knowledge again when, as newlyweds, my husband and I had a washer but no dryer. We strung a clothesline in our spare bedroom, and it worked like a charm.
This is just a taste of my life as a child. There was no question that we were usually strapped for money. As I grew up and became more aware of that, I must shamefully admit that I wanted to keep it a secret from the world. I hated that I couldn't afford all of the right things that seemed necessary in order to fit in with my peers. But, honestly, looking back, I wouldn't change it even if I could. I feel like those experiences molded me in a way that could not have happened otherwise. Although my husband has a successful dental practice and we will likely not have to struggle financially (though we did for ten years of school), I sometimes wish that my kids could experience just a little of what that was like. I do believe it was character building. And, I am grateful now for every dish that I washed by hand while my dad quizzed me on math facts, every piece of clothing that I hung to dry in the hot sun, every time that I had to buy school clothes at a thrift store instead of at the mall, and the way in which it taught me about work, togetherness, and what is truly important in life.
As I was standing there with a sink full of soapy water, washing dishes while the kids rinsed, dried, and put them away - I was transported back in time. When I was a kid, my family was not blessed with the luxury of a dishwasher. I remember a brief stint of having one that worked, but it was just that - brief. By and large, we washed and dried dishes the old fashioned way every night. Although at the time I hated it and wished that we could afford to purchase a working dishwasher, I look back with fond memories. My dad would often be the one doing the washing. The rest of us drew straws for our jobs. While we worked together, Dad would quiz us on our math facts and create long math problems for us to do in our heads. He would also spell words with us or ask us about other things that we had done that day. That was Dad's way of passing the time while we worked, and I remember the dishes often being more of a time of family bonding than the actual meals. Granted, it wasn't like this every night, and I surely didn't appreciate it at the time. But, I realize now how much of a benefit that was for me. I learned to work, and I learned that work didn't always have to be drudgery - that it could be a means to bring about a certain togetherness.
Along with the lack of a dishwasher, there was a period of time that we did not have a clothes dryer. We would take the baskets of freshly washed clothes out to the backyard and hang them on the clothesline to dry. Oh, how I hated that job! It was certainly no fun in the Arizona heat to hang a batch of clothes out to dry. Not only that, but I was humiliated. I didn't want anybody to know that my family couldn't afford to buy a dryer. On one particular occasion when I was in junior high, I had one of my friends over for an afternoon and my mom handed me a basket of wet clothes and asked me to go and hang them on the line. I was mortified! This friend belonged to a family who was very well off and she certainly never had to hang clothes to dry. But, as I apologized profusely for having to do this chore, she said something that has stuck with me to this day. She simply said "Don't apologize. This is fun." At the time I thought she was crazy. How could this be fun? But, once again, I was reminded that work didn't have to be awful. She may or may not have known that I had to do this because my family couldn't afford a dryer. But, it didn't matter. Somehow, these opportunities for work would be a blessing, whether or not I realized it at the time. I used my vast knowledge again when, as newlyweds, my husband and I had a washer but no dryer. We strung a clothesline in our spare bedroom, and it worked like a charm.
This is just a taste of my life as a child. There was no question that we were usually strapped for money. As I grew up and became more aware of that, I must shamefully admit that I wanted to keep it a secret from the world. I hated that I couldn't afford all of the right things that seemed necessary in order to fit in with my peers. But, honestly, looking back, I wouldn't change it even if I could. I feel like those experiences molded me in a way that could not have happened otherwise. Although my husband has a successful dental practice and we will likely not have to struggle financially (though we did for ten years of school), I sometimes wish that my kids could experience just a little of what that was like. I do believe it was character building. And, I am grateful now for every dish that I washed by hand while my dad quizzed me on math facts, every piece of clothing that I hung to dry in the hot sun, every time that I had to buy school clothes at a thrift store instead of at the mall, and the way in which it taught me about work, togetherness, and what is truly important in life.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Unforseen Paths
For the past few months, I feel like I have been taken for a wild ride - never knowing what might be behind the next twist or bend in the road. Every time I think I have it all figured out, I come across another unexpected surprise that leaves me wondering what I was thinking in the first place. This pattern is not new to me. I have experienced it on several occassions throughout my life - usually in the wake of big decisions. It is usually accompanied by an internal stuggle between what I want to do, and what I feel like the Lord wants me to do, which are not always in agreement. As we have already established, I tend to over-think things and usually end up analyzing life through the lense of logic. If I had to use one word to describe myself, it may very well be PRACTICAL. However, what I have learned through the experiences described above is that the Lord's plan for my life is not always practical, and it often defies logic. I was reading in President Monson's biography a few weeks ago, and came across a quote that spoke to me:
"The wisdom of God oft times appears as foolishness to men. But, the greatest single lesson we can learn in mortality is that when God speaks and a man obeys, that man will always be right."
How true that is! The trick is figuring out when God is speaking. I am grateful for the experiences in my life that have taught me how to recongnize the voice of the Spirit, but sometimes it is still tricky, especially when the instructions don't make logical sense. I want it all spelled out for me, but sometimes the Lord requires that we act in faith, not knowing exactly how things will turn out in the end, or why it is that we are being asked to do a particular thing. We are facing decisions now that I would not have even considered feasible a few months ago. But, I am absolutely convinced that the hand of the Lord has been guiding us all along. I'm still not sure how things will end up, or what exactly is in store for our family. All I know is that we are being led down an unforseen path - one that requires faith and willingness to follow Him into the darkness, trusting that the path will be illuminated one step at a time. It requires me accepting that I don't need to know everything all at once - that things will fall into place one piece at a time - as they have done in the past and continue to do now. Another one of my favorite quotes gives me peace:
"When you come to the end of everything you know, and the next step is into the darkness of the great unknown, you must believe one of two things: either you will step onto firm ground, or you will be taught to fly." Author Unknown
"The wisdom of God oft times appears as foolishness to men. But, the greatest single lesson we can learn in mortality is that when God speaks and a man obeys, that man will always be right."
How true that is! The trick is figuring out when God is speaking. I am grateful for the experiences in my life that have taught me how to recongnize the voice of the Spirit, but sometimes it is still tricky, especially when the instructions don't make logical sense. I want it all spelled out for me, but sometimes the Lord requires that we act in faith, not knowing exactly how things will turn out in the end, or why it is that we are being asked to do a particular thing. We are facing decisions now that I would not have even considered feasible a few months ago. But, I am absolutely convinced that the hand of the Lord has been guiding us all along. I'm still not sure how things will end up, or what exactly is in store for our family. All I know is that we are being led down an unforseen path - one that requires faith and willingness to follow Him into the darkness, trusting that the path will be illuminated one step at a time. It requires me accepting that I don't need to know everything all at once - that things will fall into place one piece at a time - as they have done in the past and continue to do now. Another one of my favorite quotes gives me peace:
"When you come to the end of everything you know, and the next step is into the darkness of the great unknown, you must believe one of two things: either you will step onto firm ground, or you will be taught to fly." Author Unknown
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Talent
My son, who is 12 years old, has recently become fascinated with a talented young pianist named Josh Wright. He got his album for Easter, and we have all been enjoying it. Last week, I attended BYU Women's Conference, and Josh performed at a concert with several other artists and was nothing short of AMAZING!! I'm sure you have experienced occasions where people give standing ovations out of courtesy, slowly standing up because the person next to them is. Well, after Josh finished playing a moving rendition of La Campanella, the entire audience leaped to their feet without even thinking. It was THAT good. In fact, I don't know that I have ever experienced something of that caliber before - where people are simply moved to their feet, almost instinctively. You can watch him play that amazing song on two grand pianos using the link right above this post.
He has always been fascinated by the piano. Even as a baby, he would sit on the bench or a lap and "play" for long periods of time without ever getting tired of it. When he was about 18 months old, we bought him a miniature toy piano with a bench and he would run out there first thing in the morning and call for help because he couldn't get onto the bench alone. When he was four, we finally got a piano of our own, and he would often sit and play by ear things he had heard on the radio or at church. He could pick out the melody to those songs almost effortlessly, and would then add his own chords on the left hand, instinctively knowing if they sounded good or not. He would change things up until he found something that was actually musical. My husband was in school at the time and we could not afford to get him into lessons until he was seven. He is doing well in his musical studies, but I feel like he could be doing so much better if given the right opportunity. 
The entire time I was watching Josh Wright perform, all I could think about was how my son has the potential to do something similar, if he was dedicated and worked really hard. He actually sent Josh an email the other day, to which Josh graciously responded. He told him of how he practiced 2 and a half hours a day when he was 12, and that early work and dedication is necessary if you want to be a concert pianist in such a competitive industry. He told him of all the hard work, sacrifice, and dedication that it would take, but also of how it was possible. We have always known that our talented young son was given the gift of music - a gift that has the potential to influence countless people. Music can touch people and bring the spirit to a situation in a way that words often cannot. But, here's where I get a little confused. . .
The entire time I was watching Josh Wright perform, all I could think about was how my son has the potential to do something similar, if he was dedicated and worked really hard. He actually sent Josh an email the other day, to which Josh graciously responded. He told him of how he practiced 2 and a half hours a day when he was 12, and that early work and dedication is necessary if you want to be a concert pianist in such a competitive industry. He told him of all the hard work, sacrifice, and dedication that it would take, but also of how it was possible. We have always known that our talented young son was given the gift of music - a gift that has the potential to influence countless people. Music can touch people and bring the spirit to a situation in a way that words often cannot. But, here's where I get a little confused. . . I know that we are all given gifts and talents for a reason, and we have the responsibility to develop them and make them useful. Do I, however, encourage my 12 year old son to start down a path that will, in large measure, dictate how he will spend most of his free time? If he wants to follow in Josh's footsteps, which he says he does, his will be a life of dedication to music, at the expense of other things. He would sacrifice much on that path. He has other talents and interests that would have to be put aside, at least temporarily. However, he does, I believe, have the natural talent and the potential to be extraordinary if he chooses to take that path. But, what is my role?
Do I leave this call up to him, or it is ultimately a decision that we make together?
Do I take him to an amazing teacher (recommended by Josh) who teaches a hour from my house, and charges 3-4 times what I am currently paying for lessons (although Josh assures me that he will learn more from one hour with this teacher than he will with 20 hours from the typical neighborhood piano teacher)?
What will that kind of a commitment due to the dynamic of the rest of my family? Will the other kids also have to sacrifice things they would like to do in order to support their brother?
I do believe that we probably need to find a new teacher who is more experienced in working with more advanced students. (His current teacher teaches mostly beginners). But, I could find somebody closer to home who could still inspire him and push him, but probably not to the same level or outcome. My question is simply how much time, energy, and effort should be invested into this talent? He could take the hard route and dedicate his life to music, and be amazing. Or, he could take the more well rounded route, spend as much time as he wanted in the study of music, still become very good, but perhaps not as good as he could potentially be. That route would be easier for sure, and give him opportunities to explore other interests as well. He could definitely still use that talent to touch other lives, but perhaps not in the same way. . .
Am I ready to support him in whatever he chooses, or do I lead him in one direction or the other? I'm just not sure. . .
Monday, April 4, 2011
Some Things Never Change
High school was, for me, a time of much turmoil. I have been thinking back on those years lately, probably due to the fact that I have been spending so much time thinking about school in general. As I have reflected on my experience so many years ago, I find it interesting that some things just never change, no matter how old you get or what your circumstances happen to be.
Back in the days of school dances, football games, and weekend parties - life seemed so complicated. As a teenager who was trying to figure out what I was about and where I fit, the halls of my high school seemed to be ever closing in on me. There was an abundance of judgement and so little acceptance. There was always an unwritten order of things - the popular people, the nerds, the jocks, the country kids, the stoners - which often left a person like me wondering exactly where I belonged. I spent years trying to discover my identity - afraid to be different - always worried about what people thought - and never truly discovering happiness. Too often, I let my perception of what others thought about me become my identity and determine my self worth.
Upon leaving high school, I thought that some of that social drama would dissipate - that people would be more accepting and open to new ideas and different people. To my disappointment, I have not, in my experience, found that to be true. I married shortly after high school and have since lived in several different states. I continue to find the same pattern, though it is sometimes more pronounced or more subtle, depending on the mix of people. There are always going to be those who have a hard time finding their niche and spend a great deal of time and energy trying to fit in or worrying about why they are not included. There are going to be those who may only have a few friends, but who are content to be who they are in their small social circles. There is always going to be the group of people that seem to be a little bit untouchable unless you meet an unwritten criteria. There are going to be those rare individuals who are somehow able to span a variety of different groups. This is, by no means, a comprehensive list. It takes a variety of people and personalities to make up a world, and you will find them wherever your travels may take you.
I have often felt what it feels like to be on the outside looking in - wanting to be included but not knowing quite how to receive that honor. Although those times were difficult and I wouldn't want to relive them, I am grateful for them now. Time and experience have given me a different perspective than I had then. I am no longer so worried about what others think of me. I have, though much prayer and effort, been able to find peace with who I am. That has opened up a whole new world for me - complete with a knowledge that differences can be blessings, and it is not necessary to whittle myself away to fit somebody else's expectations.
My simple wish is this - that there could be more unity, love, and acceptance, and less judgement and exclusion. I wish that there was less of a feeling of competition - making it seem like one must have certain possessions or look a certain way in order to be accepted and loved as an individual. I wish that nobody would have to feel the way that I felt for so many years - unsure of who they are, wondering if they have any worth as an individual, and convinced that they will never make the cut in such a competitive world. To those people I would say - there IS life beyond high school, even though so many of the social patterns remain the same. The best years of your life await you. The Lord has power to heal a broken heart and to literally change it - making it possible for you to see yourself in an entirely different light, regardless of what other people around you may think. And, that, my friend, is where peace and happiness lie in abundance. I know that because I have experienced it. Perhaps your struggles will give you strength in the future, as they have for me. I don't think I could have come to the point I am at today without the years of struggle. And, I don't know if I would fully understand how the Lord feels about me, as his daughter, had I not spent so many nights on my knees, pleading to know if I could really make a difference in the world, even in some small way. From this I have gained the absolute assurance that the Lord knows me, loves me, and has a plan for my life. It is my wish that everybody could know that for themselves. It was that knowledge that was the catalyst for change in my own life, and it could be in yours as well.
Back in the days of school dances, football games, and weekend parties - life seemed so complicated. As a teenager who was trying to figure out what I was about and where I fit, the halls of my high school seemed to be ever closing in on me. There was an abundance of judgement and so little acceptance. There was always an unwritten order of things - the popular people, the nerds, the jocks, the country kids, the stoners - which often left a person like me wondering exactly where I belonged. I spent years trying to discover my identity - afraid to be different - always worried about what people thought - and never truly discovering happiness. Too often, I let my perception of what others thought about me become my identity and determine my self worth.
Upon leaving high school, I thought that some of that social drama would dissipate - that people would be more accepting and open to new ideas and different people. To my disappointment, I have not, in my experience, found that to be true. I married shortly after high school and have since lived in several different states. I continue to find the same pattern, though it is sometimes more pronounced or more subtle, depending on the mix of people. There are always going to be those who have a hard time finding their niche and spend a great deal of time and energy trying to fit in or worrying about why they are not included. There are going to be those who may only have a few friends, but who are content to be who they are in their small social circles. There is always going to be the group of people that seem to be a little bit untouchable unless you meet an unwritten criteria. There are going to be those rare individuals who are somehow able to span a variety of different groups. This is, by no means, a comprehensive list. It takes a variety of people and personalities to make up a world, and you will find them wherever your travels may take you.
I have often felt what it feels like to be on the outside looking in - wanting to be included but not knowing quite how to receive that honor. Although those times were difficult and I wouldn't want to relive them, I am grateful for them now. Time and experience have given me a different perspective than I had then. I am no longer so worried about what others think of me. I have, though much prayer and effort, been able to find peace with who I am. That has opened up a whole new world for me - complete with a knowledge that differences can be blessings, and it is not necessary to whittle myself away to fit somebody else's expectations.
My simple wish is this - that there could be more unity, love, and acceptance, and less judgement and exclusion. I wish that there was less of a feeling of competition - making it seem like one must have certain possessions or look a certain way in order to be accepted and loved as an individual. I wish that nobody would have to feel the way that I felt for so many years - unsure of who they are, wondering if they have any worth as an individual, and convinced that they will never make the cut in such a competitive world. To those people I would say - there IS life beyond high school, even though so many of the social patterns remain the same. The best years of your life await you. The Lord has power to heal a broken heart and to literally change it - making it possible for you to see yourself in an entirely different light, regardless of what other people around you may think. And, that, my friend, is where peace and happiness lie in abundance. I know that because I have experienced it. Perhaps your struggles will give you strength in the future, as they have for me. I don't think I could have come to the point I am at today without the years of struggle. And, I don't know if I would fully understand how the Lord feels about me, as his daughter, had I not spent so many nights on my knees, pleading to know if I could really make a difference in the world, even in some small way. From this I have gained the absolute assurance that the Lord knows me, loves me, and has a plan for my life. It is my wish that everybody could know that for themselves. It was that knowledge that was the catalyst for change in my own life, and it could be in yours as well.
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