A Time to grow

Anyone who has ever been through grief knows how painful and hard it is to process through. That's why so many people commit suicide after losing someone they care for. But regardless of that hardness it's equally as hard to say "work thtough it"/ It simply is not that easy. Ecclesiastes says it's a time to plant a time to sow, a time to live a time to die. I will add another to that list, a time to lay down a time to grow. The 6 months prior to mom's death in September to October 8th, 2017 I put on 18 pounds. I had stopped exercising on a regular basis and my back felt as old as the rocks in out in the western US. Recently I decided to get back to exercise and eating right. And my back muscles told me that I needed therapy. Obeying my body, I asked to do physical therapy, and have begun to be able to do my exercising again. And I feel much better. Much. This past week (April 8th week) I have made several mistakes that I don't ordinarily make. Over the past few months I have made several mistakes also that I don't normally make. And it makes me feel bad and as though I am living up to mom's standards of not being able to do anything right. But then I think that I would not have been able to get through vet school or any school for that matter if I didn't believe I could do anything right. I just have to go in with confidence and competence that God has equipped me with. And the person that makes the mistakes is still there but can overcome those mistakes and God teaches me to do things the right way. I have done more things than I ever thought possible.