For as long as I can remember, my grandma has had a plaque hanging in her hallway. It reads, "Never Judge Another Indian Until You Have Walked A Mile In His Moccasins."
As a child, I never really understood what that meant. As an adult, I am beginning to comprehend.
It is so easy to look into the lives of others and question their actions, motives, etc. It is easy to look at others and think how easy they have it and wish to switch lives with them. It is easy to look at others and judge, one way or another, good or bad.
The hard part, at times, is loving people no matter what. Loving them and accepting them and lifting them when they're down.
I'm learning. I'm learning that even if you go through the exact same experience as someone else, you will handle it differently. You will get something different out of it. You will learn different lessons. You will apply those lessons to your own life and your own circumstances. Perhaps your choices are right and perhaps they are wrong. There are many times when you will go back and reevaluate, try again, learn something new. That's all part of life.
Brent and I have been through some of the most difficult experiences of our lives in the recent past. We have struggled. We have tried hard to understand the lessons that our trials are teaching us. We have tried to apply those lessons to our lives and allow them to strengthen us. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it isn't.
Through it all, we have been lifted and loved by others. We have been strengthened and helped. We could not make it through our trials without the love and help we have been given. We have been sent Earthly angels and because of you, we have made it. We will never have the words to thank you. You are truly loved and appreciated.