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Overcoming adversity.



His overcoming through my adversity.  

Turning trauma into treasure.  

His strength in my weakness.

Hope in the journey and through the process.

Thinking of my friend today who leaves tomorrow to lay to rest her step son whom she helped raise.  Her sorrow and her grief knows no bounds.  A dark heavy cloud threatens to suffocate.  And yet...

She will overcome.  She will have His strength in her weakness.

My Mom swimming through the transition of her "cowboy" retiring from the ranch.  Battling waves of uncertainty and recalibration as they ride the waves of letting go, mental illness and building new dreams.

She will overcome.  She will have His strength in her weakness.

Postpartum depression rocked my world.  Tried to bury me and steal the joy of being a Mom.  Left me feeling ashamed, unworthy and fearful.  Swimming through a sea of regret that tormented and tossed me.

His strength in my weakness.

His hope for my journey.

I sat humbled today with 450 people including Judges, Attorneys, GAL, CASA, Education, Child and Protective Services and many others learning strategies, discussing next steps and promoting healthy children and families.

Governor Heineman and national leaders presented.  Research, data and evidence based practices disseminated.
Vision cast.

 And here I am.

A baby born to a seventeen year old Mom and a Dad gone to war.

A girl seeking love in all the wrong places.

A young and wounded mother ragged and full of demons and ghosts.

And yet...

His strength through my weakness.

His treasure out of my trauma.
His hope through my journey.


HIS OVERCOMING THROUGH MY ADVERSITY.




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