Faith, Hope, & Love

I have hope.  I have faith. I have love.

Hope.  I have hope that I can continue on my journey to a newer, fitter, and healthier me.  There are some days, especially the past two weeks, when combined with other things going on in my life, that I just want to throw my hands up and quit. BUT, I then tell myself that my excuse has always been that it is too tough.  No more excuses.   I have hope that one day I will be a mother.  Whether it is to children that I bear myself (not likely at this point) or by adoption.  I have so much love to give a child, and I want to be a mother so much, that I know somehow and someway that is in my life plans.

Faith.  I have faith that God put me on this earth to accomplish certain tasks and that I am not yet finished with his plans.  I have faith that he set me on this journey to do better and be better.  I have faith that despite what is printed in his word and how others translate that, he wants me to be myself and to be happy.

Love.  This is the greatest of all.  I have love.  I have love from my family.  My sisters have encouraged, motivated, and supported me through every decision I have ever made.  Including my health goals.  My older sister, Sherie, sends me motivational memes everyday to keep me motivated and keep my goals in sight.  My younger sister, the baby Susan, keeps me laughing.  I have the love of my daddy, Bob.  He has always supported me in my endeavors, both good and bad.  He has guided me through the worst time of my life.

Even with Faith, Hope, & Love, I do, however, miss my friend.  The one I could talk to about my workout and get actual feedback that was beneficial.  The one I could talk to about my rape and the aftermath.  I wonder how my friend would take the news I learned of yesterday. The news that the Casper, WY police department dropped the ball on a rape investigation and is responsible for the suspect to not be charged.  The victim ended up pregnant.....so that proves sexual intercourse. It brought back some rather irate memories of how my case was handled as well.  My friend would be able to tell me if I should reach out to the victim or not to let her know she is not alone and this happened to me in a very similar case in 1998.

I know I can accomplish what I set out to do.  I know I can be successful.