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Big Miracle. Small Package.

As I begin to start my life again from scratch, I have found small miracles that have made each day easier. I think we all get to a point after we reach rock bottom where we realize that we have control over how the situation turns out. Like this quote above, trials can define you, destroy you, or it can strengthen you. I have chosen to let it strengthen me. When I realized that crying wasn't working anymore and I was going to have to actually move on, is when I started noticing my small miracles. It started with a small package from my aunt.What I thought was probably something I had left at her house this summer, turned out to be a gift. A gift for me. A gift for me in the mail from my aunt. I opened this small package, unwrapped the paper, and opened the box. What I discovered was a heartfelt letter from my dear sweet aunt and a willow tree statue called "Angel of Light." My aunt told me words of wisdom and I knew in my heart that heavenly father prompted her to send me this small package. It wasn't life changing. It didn't mend me or heal me. What it did do, was give me hope. Hope is something I haven't had in a long time. This simple package, this simple letter, reminded me that I am not alone. I am never alone. I know lately I have been talking a lot about how wonderful Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are. I talk about them because they are my life. They are my reason for living. They gave me life, they gave me my family, they gave me my friends, they gave me my strength, and they give all of these to me each day. My trials are not your trials, but if I can give you some ounce of hope that things will be okay, it's all worth it. If I can make it through, so can you. Each day things will get better. Each day is a new opportunity to serve, to live, to help, and to smile. That is sure enough to keep me going (:

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