I never realized how much I say, "It's going to be ok." I truly believe it is always going to be ok. It may not be exactly how I would like it to, but it is always ok.
I have had a bit of a tough week or so. My boss, who I love, called me a little over a week ago to let me know that her mother had a heart attack. I knew she was upset and crying and the first thing out of my mouth was, it's going to be ok. She gave me a list of things she needed me to take care of for her while she was gone. I got it all done and her mom IS ok after open heart surgery. How do I know it is going to be ok? I don't know exactly, I just do. I guess it is faith. I have FAITH it is going to be ok.
I think back to when my dad passed away, it was the most horrible thing that had happened to me at that point. It was hard, but I made it through. I think of all the good things that came out of that horrible situation. I found out how important my family is to me. I live 4 hours away, it's easy to be disconnected. I found out who my true friends are, they didn't try to make my dad's death about them. I found a wonderful church home that lifts me up and makes me a better person.
Was my dad's death a bright and shiny spot in my life, absolutely not. Am I ok? I sure am. It took me a while to get there, but I made it!