Last summer, my son and I moved across the state to live with my parents. The transition has not been easy. I moved away from a city that I loved, with friends nearby, most of my life was in that city. Since August, I have been looking for a job, praying for my marriage to be restored, and constantly adjusting to being a mom in a new city.
At the end of last year I was reflecting on one of the words that had been coming up a lot: hope.
This year has been full of hurt and disappointment. If you know what is going on in my life, it would appear to be anything but hopeful. It has felt like my life is moving backwards instead of forwards, I’ve been scared and at times not able to see any good in my future.
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