Strength?

The question I get most frequently is, "How do you do it?" The best answer to that is... I don't know. I wish I had a magic secret that allowed me to be super woman without stumbling on my face, but I am finding there is no such thing. I don't know HOW I do it, but I do know that I don't have a choice. Not to steal Nike's slogan, but you "just do it." There isn't time to think about life when you have 500 things going on, maybe that is the secret to not falling apart every minute of every day. Sometimes I feel like my strength is all an illusion. If I appear to have it together, then maybe things will fall into place. I find if you force yourself to smile and pretend to be happy then it actually becomes true, and you are what you portray. I suppose that could be good or bad... I *think* I am a happy person by nature, so being miserable all the time and feeling sorry for myself just isn't who I am or who I want to be.

When we were at the City of Hope last Thursday I saw a mother pushing her son in a stroller. He was around 4 or 5 and in a normal circumstance, too big for the stroller he was in. He didn't have any hair from chemo, he had bruises on his legs, he was thin, and he was missing an arm. I looked at that mother and thought, "Now THAT is strength." You do what is necessary for your family at any given moment... thankfully, adding a little faith, hope, love, and prayer to the equation makes life easier when you put it in His hands.