In the months and conversations that followed my divorce, I often tried to escape the likely awkward surprising moments when people realized I was a 22-year-old divorcee with humor. They would say “I’m sorry…” and I would say, “I’m not, I am happy now! Its a good thing!” And while that was true….it still doesn’t account for all the heartache in between. They would say… “Oh, that must have been hard….I can’t believe you had to go through that” and I would say “Oh, it’s okay, Heavenly Father knows that I need to learn things the hard way.
I remember when I was 11 or 12 years old and was making myself a snack in the kitchen. I am a proud lover of all things fruit and vegetable and decided to have an apple for a snack. So I got out our handy apple slicer. I was having a bit of trouble getting it to cut through the apple, and before I knew it I was bleeding. Like a lot. And it hurt. A lot. Thankfully it was Saturday, so my dad was there to help.