I can Do Hard Things With God

Nearly two years ago, I met a beautiful lady who is a motivational speaker. In talking with her afterward, I knew we would truly be friends. She has that kind of personality- one that draws everyone to her, because each of is feel Light and Love radiating from her soul. She is a true follower of Christ. and I am grateful for the sisterhood she has offered me and the love she has brought into my life. 

As motivated as I was when she spoke about balancing and organizing our lives, I was even more thrilled when I heard about her first book release. This woman is truly inspired of God and I knew it would be just what I needed- especially when I learned of the title: I Can Do Hard Things With God. How thrilled I was to be able to have the funds to purchase it at her nearby book signing! The book came out shortly after one of my dearest friend's lost her baby and I knew how much I needed a healing hug from the author friend. I got just that when she signed my book that night. 

That evening, I went home, lovingly looked over the book and told myself I would start it tomorrow. I placed it on my shelf and went to sleep. The next day came and went and I did not pick up the book. As days turned into weeks, I looked at that book everyday, never picking it up. I knew it held something I was not quite ready to grasp in my grieving state of mind... hope. The months were some of the most emotionally and spiritually challenging I had ever had, and yet.... there the book sat. I did not tell my friend I had not read her book yet, because I knew she would be alright with my decision, probably making a comment like, "It is there when you are ready." She would be loving and understanding and supportive as usual and I just did not want that. I wanted to just be left alone by the world. I was angry and frustrated and struggling with my own path. 

Yesterday, months later, I finally picked up the beautiful book and began reading. A collection of essays from LDS women who have endured much affliction and somehow survived finally spoke to me. "Read me," it called out. "It is time. You need this. You are ready. Read me now." So, I did. I am reading. I am laughing. I am crying. I am relating. I am changed. 

I read a review that said this book should be on every shelf along with Scriptures. At the time, I thought maybe it was a bit exaggerated. Now I can see, the comment was spot on. This book is inspired. It is a gift. It is uplifting and it has answers... perhaps not the exact ones that you need, but something that each one of us can relate to: financial stress, health issues, spiritual awakenings.... the list goes on. If you are needing a boost, trying to figure out where to go from here, what comes next, I urge you to get this book. LDS or not, we, as women, can all relate to these stories. They are real, raw, and beautiful. 

Thanks to my friend following the whisperings of the Still Small Voice, I am reminded, once again, that I can do hard things with God. 

Finding Love, 

Mama Dragon