The Struggle

My son opened a fortune cookie and it said--Struggle as hard as you can for whatever you believe in.
Being the word monger that I am, I held onto it, taped inside my journal. When you think about it, those simple words are the purest truth we can ever hold on to. Why?

We struggle to raise children in a way better than ourselves but not so full of themselves that they forget the word 'thank you'.
We struggle to make changes on a job we love but employees we could probably live without. Being a teacher, I struggle to make a difference because I firmly believe that I can give my students something more.
I want to force them to drink. But Knowledge should go down smooth...ice tea on mama's back porch.

We struggle to make sense of that child who broke the mold and will drive that mother to insanity.
We struggle to understand the real reason to why some fathers won't stay and why some mother's won't leave.
Family isn't just DNA, it's Divine Negotiation of Attitude. Sometimes different strands don't mix. We struggle when our bodies are weak and the alarm clock is going off...we are being called to provide.
We struggle to make it simply longer on tomorrow because today we gave in.
We struggle to understand the war, is there meaning behind it; blood still sheds so there must be.
We struggle in relationships on those bad days, we know we shouldn't have said it but we are still in love.
Everyday we cry, we fall, we pray, we fight, we love, we win, we lose. But all would be in vain if we didn't see the meaning.
If we didn't take the time to acknowledge this is not my burden this in my blessing and I will die before I let it get away from me!!

all of this from a few words on small scrap of paper...