The way I see it, God started working on me practically from the day I was born. There's not much you can do when that happens... except ONE thing. You MAY allow yourself to be weak and fall apart completely until you catch your second breath or someone comes along and gives you a loving nudge and says "Ok, that's enough. Time to get up and keep fighting."

You gather your wits about you, dust yourself off, take a deep breath, wobble a little or a lot and keep on keeping on. If you don't, you die! I'm not ready to go yet! Too much life to live and too much to do yet... even if sometimes you can't see it for all the rain.

Thank God for making me stubborn, rebellious and strong!