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OK - here we go. It's rant time.

I'm a Christian. And no, I don't take that lightly. I make a consistent and hard effort to attend church every single week. No excuses. I try very hard to read my Bible every single day. I pray as if it's an addiction.
I know lots of people who don't do this - and their lives appear to be awesome. New houses, new babies, lots of money, etc, etc.

I find myself screaming at the sky, hoping to somehow get through SOMEWHERE: "I asked for a BABY. BAY-BEE. Not SHADE TREE, or TINY FLEA. Good grief already! And what happens? I get the dreaded "monthly's" ONE WEEK EARLY. Aww, that's so sweet, thanks.


Trying to have a baby and juggling the fact that I have MS and I know that I need to start medication....it's a difficult act. And ask anyone, I'm not a very good juggler. I have a hard enough time just trying to catch a beach ball.

I know what you're thinking. "You have Isaiah." Yes, I do - yes he's wonderful! But listen - getting married and having a big family is all I have ever wanted. I didn't go to University, I've never been a 'career woman'...

*SIGH* Okay. So I'm a little angry.

Here's what I know. I serve a God that loves me. At least...no, He does. He loves me a whole lot. I know that God sometimes allows us to go through things not only to just help us grow, but to minister to others. If my testimony can lead someone else to Jesus - then that has to be good enough. Jesus has to be enough for me. More than enough.

The decision? [Deep breath]
I will be starting medication. I'm going to give it a year. If I become pregnant during that time, great. If not, I'm going to have to deal with that. My heart hurts lots, but I can rest in knowing that I'm being carried (even though sometimes I get really mad).

And so today, in the words of a wise woman (you know who you are):
But today..............perk yourself up, put on some makeup....sing some songs, praise your God and love on your family.. these are the KEY elements to a happy life.