I read a lot of journals, they are all very interesting to me, many I noticed are full of struggle, even mine. I'm at a point in my life where it seems I find myself praying please, no more struggles, I shouldn't be struggling like this! But why not? I answer back. Usually I say I can hear God talking by just asking a yes or no question, but this time, the voice in my mind was saying this. Not what I wanted to hear. Maybe it's pride, not sure. I think I thought by the time I turned 37 I'd be more of where I wanted to be, and less struggling. But here I am 37, where I am supposed to be and struggling. Not a bad struggle, just the ordinary. I read other struggles much harder than mine, but with those struggles I still feel faith, I still feel strenght, and it only makes me stronger. That story comes to mind I've read so many times about the man and the cocoon of the butterfly, can't seem to find it, but I'm sure if you've read it you know what I mean. Maybe I'm just getting butterfly wings like Autumn got in her fairy tale. Sometimes the struggle is exactly what we need to become what God intends us to be. Hope everyone has a blessed weekend and a blessed Easter!