In the blog world I feel that we never hear the ugly side of the story. You know what I mean? We tell stories of triumph (like amazing test results!) and miracles God has given us but we leave out the struggle or the times when our human nature wins. I don't share the stories of how the laundry is about to swallow us whole or I gave in and had Adam bring us fast food because I didn't want to thaw and cook chicken again. I don't write about the times I hit snooze nine hundred times in the morning squeezing in a quiet time in about two minutes just to say I had one. I don't tell you about the times I surf the job postings in Homewood, Hoover and Shelby County even though I KNOW God wants me where I am. I don't write about how short tempered I can be causing who knows what kind of hurt in those who love me the most. I don't share my thoughts about what a problem with whining we are having at our house and the sad realization that he comes by it quite naturally. And not from his dad. But I should. Because that is real life. Real life is hard. It makes you tired. And it is His strength in my weakness that draws in others. After real life weeks like the one I am putting to rest I am even more thankful for His Grace. And for His amazing forgiveness. And for the strength He will lend me to get up and try again.