Day 20

My Mom is here.  I love having her here. 

She is amazing, my Mom.  She has no idea just how amazing she is, or how much I look up to her.

Tonight, as we were talking, she told me that she doesn't feel like she is a very good person.  I tried to explain to her, that she is who I try and be more like, when I am trying to be better, and trying to be a better, more Chirstlike person. 

She lives her life in a simple faith, and a simple reverence.  She never boasts of all the good she does for others, and she never stops trying to be better.  I learn more from her example than any man's words. 

Tonight as Reagan was crying, really struggling with being sick, she climbed up on my Mom's lap, and told her how hard it was, and couldn't she be done now?  She didn't want to take anymore medicine, and my Mom said something that she has said to me a thousand time growing up, and something that has echoed in my head whenever life gets just a little bit too hard.  "You can do hard things Reagan, I promise, you can do hard things." 

Jesus promised us, that it wouldn't be easy, but it would be worth it.  It must be possible to do hard things, if he promised us we can.