Testing, Testing...1, 2, 3

I think God likes to test me. He sits back to see if I've learned anything. Some days I pass with flying colors while other days I fail miserably. Today was a test. I don't think I passed gracefully but inevitably I did pass. I didn't give up. I didn't walk away. I didn't let my fear take away the most amazing thing that's happened to me in a long time. I think hearing my mom say she hadn't seen me this happy in nearly five years stopped my running mind long enough to realize I needed to take a step back. Thankfully my wonderful man didn't ask me to be perfect or graceful. He accepts me as I am. God truly handed me an amazing guy.