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i can scarce draw breath

You guys.

How do I explain?

I can't.

We are doing pretty good.

We got a goat. It's not a kid, I think she is full grown. She may or may not be pregnant.

She stays at Jeff's.

We haven't named her yet. Feel free to make suggestions. I just want to find the right one.

I have worked so much this fall that I feel like everything else has taken the back seat.

I can't speak for Eric, but I watch him put everything in to everything he does with little reward.

We are weary.

Isaiah 40:28–31

Yes, I know.
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  1. Anderson FamilyDecember 8, 2011 at 9:10 AM

    So much is spoken between the lines. My heart goes out to you two. You are learning some lessons at such a young age that, if taken to into your lives, will only lead you to your Savior and your eternal goal. The scripture you quoted is wonderful and has been read by me in times of trial. I think you should name your goat "Respite" because when you are with her, the cares of the world are a distant thought, if only for a moment! Love you both, Lisa

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  2. HillaryDecember 11, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    I hear ya honey. I feel like i finally am on top of things and then something or someone comes along and kicks everything I thought was firm and steady in my life out the window and I have nothing left, but frustration, lack in faith of what I thought was unshakeable and still have to deal with the every day happenings. I love you guys and I truly do believe that one day all the kicking will come to an end...i just wish I knew how far in the future it is for the both of us.

    I think you should name her Gurty the Goat. I got a goat with a boyfriend in high school, they are pretty funny animals. Good luck, I just keep each other laughing through hard times...sometimes it's the only thing to keep from crying and giving up.

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