Dear Diary,
So yesterday I spilled out my hurt over my Granddaughter. I left out a lifetime...granted. A huge portion of my life has been trying to do the best I can in raising this girl. I know, my husband and I, have done sooo many good things for her. Yet, as in all families, we have to set rules, regulations, and boundaries. I wish there could be classes on how to do this without the world caving in. It seems like there should be a happy medium. People who are close to are situation say it's because she's just like you. That's why we clash so much. I don't know. I just know that life is to short for tension, heartache, meanness, ect. It's not the way I want to live. It's not the way she wants to live. I love her heart and soul. I pray everyday for her life to be good.
I got up this morning to make coffee and there was a gift...a beautiful journal and a gorgeous cross keyring. It was from her. I instantly teared up, telling God Thank You, especially in lieu of yesterday. She knows I'm a writer. She knows I love the Lord. It honestly was the perfect gift.
There is so much more to a Story. There is good, bad, triumphs and failures. Getting through life can be hard, but I believe there should be way more happiness than sadness. But for some, their hand that was dealt in the deck of life, really how do I say it any other way...sucks! It seems so incredibly unfair.
One of my dreams is to help girls just like my granddaughter.The thing is though...my heart is right...I just need help doing it in the right matter. That takes people that are well trained. I'm not...but I would like to learn, even at this age. I'm 60, in case you are all wondering. LOL It may seem like I'm an old fuddy, duddy, but I honestly have a young mind. Plus, I don't look old. Thank you Jesus! He gave me good genes!