For me, blogging has turned out to be less a report of my daily life and more a place where I can think out loud, share some thoughts/ideas, and ask wise people their opinions. I like the feeling of support I get when kind people comment and share their thoughts.
Today, I wanted to share something that struck me in church. For many years now, I have heard people tell of their trials. Everyone has them, they say. And for some, one source of comfort has been the knowledge that, before we came to Earth, we chose our trials, or at least we knew what we were getting into. But that was as far as it went. And I couldn't help but wonder, "So what?" I chose my trials. That doesn't help me, it just means I had no idea what I was getting into because, were I given the chance to do it all over again, I'm not so sure I would "pick" these same trials. The fact that I know that I chose my hardships before I came here just proves my life-long theory: I'm not the brightest bulb.
BUT! Today, as I listened to the thoughts of others at church, something finally clicked with this whole idea. I finally understood why it's important to know that I chose this.
Here it is:
This body of mine is inhabited with that same spirit that chose these trials such a long time ago. And the spirit in me now has the same strength, hope, and grit that it had when it chose. And that strength, though it may be hiding deep in me somewhere, can be recovered. And I can do these hard things.