People ask me sometimes: do I like where I live? I live in a town full of mobile homes. There’s quite a bit of trash. No humidity. Getting anything to grow is difficult. Very few flowers. It’s not all bad—I do live by a beach, for example. But overall, not really a place I would have chosen to move to.
On the other hand, I’m learning a lot. And I’ve met a few people who I’ve really connected with. And even though I don’t necessarily love where I live, I do enjoy living here because of the experiences I’ve had.
Dillon comes home tonight and he gets to stay now–no more going to police academy four days a week. I’m so excited.
It’s been hard. I’ve had days where I’ve felt depressed. I prayed to know how to deal with this, and I felt one day that if I remembered to pray when I first started feeling down, before I really sank into the depths of despair, that I wouldn’t have to deal with so many dark feelings. It has helped so much. One morning I had to pray really hard, but the Lord answered my prayer by giving me an opportunity to serve a friend that day. I still have bad moments. I’m not very strong on my own. But I’m strong when I pray.