HAPPINESS AND TRAGEDY
So much about The Midwife relates to the essence of love. Despite poverty, cruelty and the scars of war, there is hope and compassion if people are willing to give and accept it.
The care the midwives showed their patients as well as their concern for their welfare was inspiring to read about reminded me that even when things are at their blackest, one can still find hope if one has the capacity to love.
I loved this line because it really can be the small things that shape our lives. I happened to meet up with some new friends in Chicago one night over fifteen years ago and was suddenly introduced to my future husband. No fanfare or rom-com meet cute. Just people ordering pizza.
There are monumental changes from big events too. Ferguson, the pandemic, and the birth of each of my children have all changed me and altered my path in a way that nothing else would.
I am listening to a series about the positivity of pain and how struggle is inevitable in life. The topic is difficult and I feel worn out when the discussion is exhausted, but I truly believe that struggle is necessary to a happier life.
If I had not suffered loss in my family, I would not appreciate life as much as I do. If I had not broken off certain friendships, I would not have reached a higher potential nor have the time or energy to find new more supportive life-giving friends. If I did not go through childbirth, TWICE, I would not understand fully what my body is capable of or how large my heart could grow. Each of these moments brought on pain and hurt that took years to recover from, but the joy that comes after lives eternal and abundant.