Lemon Ice Box Pie

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna be happy.

I'm gonna be content.

I'm gonna recognize the blessings in my life.

I'm gonna move past the things that may be unpleasant or hard.

I'm gonna take it day by day.

There is so much that I can't even begin to be thankful for...

Free Rice Education

Maysee and Whiskey

Amazing Jobs

Sunny Days and a Topless Jeep

Travels to Turkey, London, France, and Greece before Christmas

Trusting, Loving Friends

Visits with Both Families in May

Full Refrigerator and Pantry

Finances in the Black

Church with Open Arms

Clean Cobra Resting in the Garage

Lemon Ice Box Pie

Blake and I are blessed.

From all angles.

From all sides.

From all viewpoints.

A week ago, I had my face buried in Blake's chest. 

My words were stifled and wet. 

"God doesn't want me to be happy."

That couldn't be farther from the truth. 

He does want me to be happy.

I am happy.

Sometimes things just block that view.

Over the past few days, I having begun leaning around those obstacles that are blocking my view.

I'm not avoiding them or ignoring them, but I refuse to be defined by them.

I am not the daughter of a cancer-stricken mother.

I am the daughter of a woman who was a leader for lost and broken souls. 

I am the daughter of a woman who pushed through the crushing diagnosis of cancer at 39, and made a life for herself and her family. 

I am not a broken woman who is incapable of having children.

I will be a mother. 

Just wait. 

What does define me are the blessings that surround my life.

What defines you?