my inspirational thought

I have made the drive up to the hospital more times then I can even count. A total of 15.2 miles to be exact. I share a lot of memories with this freeway. A beautiful freeway I might add. Though I might get sick of the drive I will never get sick of the beautiful scenery. The drive allows me to just think. I think about lots of stuff mostly stuff that pertains to Jonah since he is the reason I do the drive. Some times I catch myself thinking of the past. The fears I had. The strengths I lacked.

As I drove home last night I was able to see the mountains dusted with white snow. I felt an impression to pull over and so I did. I pulled over for a minute and looked up at those beautiful mountains and a thought came to mind. I have climbed a mountain. I have hit Turin that I have lived through I have hit lakes that I buit bridges over. I have climbed a mountain. As I sat there with tears running down my face, I gave thanks to the Lord. For if it were not for him I would have given up long ago. I now realize how much I have grown as a person. I realize that now I am capable of doing more and being more. I know that God has helped me not move the mountain but climb it.



Though I am not at the top of the mountain yet, I can see the top. As I get closer to the peak I can see that there does not lay a box with a magical cure for Jonah so that this chapter in our lives could be closed, rather there is a promise of hope, support, understanding, patient's and unconditional love towards myself and my family. Though this is not what I wanted this is what I got. Every day when I wake up I know I have a choice. I am so lucky to have close friends and wonderful family who remind me that I am making the best choice for that day.