A lot of change. A lot of moments where I have almost lost my sanity. This is the past two months of my life. There have been so many things stripped from me, that I have felt so very much like Job. Why me? Why not me? 

Why does he have an easy life? Why don’t I? Questions, that have raced through my head, taunting me with the fact that there is no answer. There isn’t a solution. When life changes, we adapt. It hurts, we lose or win some, but we are given a choice to make. This choice is to either be humbled and learn or to fight against it, waiting eagerly only for the good to come around. Life isn’t looking forward to the good, it’s looking forward to what we might call the ‘bad’ times. These are the times that shape us. 

I am broken, entirely, ready for the molding. Please, make me beautiful.