8 days.
God will not give us more than we can handle.
What doesn’t kill us, will make us stronger.
I’m tired of God proving how freaking strong I am! I cried on the way home last night, “NO MORE! I can’t take anymore!”
For the love, I hope he was listening to me. It was to the point that if there had been an open church I would have hit my knees in the parking lot and slid into the church, hands in prayer.
The blessings in my life are my girls. That is really all I have left anymore is my girls.
We have gotten past the whole loss of the house and we are ready to be moving on. That house has way too many ghosts from our past.
Everything from that house, every person that was a part of our lives when we lived in that house is gone. Good Riddance to the drama, heartache and all the shit we put up with.
No looking back, little ones.
