Grace

 Last week I had the privilege of traveling to different places to speak at a few different events. Each one was totally different, but one thing remained the same at them all. Our world is full of so much heart ache and pain.

My first night I spent with a group of random woman. Each of different back grounds and stories. I felt to speak about looking for the good in the little moments of our lives. The next morning I spent at a widows conference. The room was so full of heart ache I could almost see it. As I spoke to them I could feel this drive to give them hope. Help them remember the good that still lies ahead. The next group was a stake in Pocatello. There were many youth in the audience. With them I felt the need to talk about choices. The importance of choosing the best choices right now to help give us strength in the future.

Each talk was totally different, but one theme was consistent. The grace of God is for us all. In our parenting, in our hopes and our dreams . . . but especially in the loss of our stories. We all had a story written in our minds about what our lives would one day be, yet not one of us will live that exact perfect dream.

It is in Jesus's grace that we can become ok with the story we have yet to live. The imperfect life we have been given. With the bumps, and the bruises, and all of the mishaps that happen along the way. It may not be the one that we wrote all those years ago when we thought we would be the exception to the sorrows of the world, but it can still become our happily ever after.

It is not in perfection that we can find hope; it is in a Heavenly Father who loves us that we can be blessed to see the light at the end of the tunnel.