Today as I was wending my way back to my lovely office in downtown Cola town from picking up lunch at Taco Hell, I was in a reflective type mood (hey, it happens). I was thinking about the blog entry that I wrote the other day and about the mistakes that I would/would not make again. Mike and I have this conversation often and we tend to disagree on some things. For instance, he says that he would choose not to get married (I'm his 2nd wife btw) and suffer the heartache that that first marriage was. He assumed that I would pick the same thing (1st marriage not working out). I told him no, I would change things about the way some of it happened, but I would never go back and not have that experience. If I had not met my 1st husband, I would not have Kiersten, and I can't imagine my life without her. I would also not be the person that I am today. Kiersten has been at the age for a while now that some very pointed and sometimes uncomfortable questions are being discussed about my life in general and with her father in particular. I answer as best I can, as truthfully as I can. I have told her that she needs to talk with him about these questions as well, but she says no. She asks me if that period in my life was a mistake-well, it wasn't the best time in my life, but it was more of a blessing in disguise. Why a blessing when it was so painful? I think that the mistakes I have made lead me to another part of life, usually a fuller, happier part. I am in no way advocating getting pregnant, married and divorced all within 2 years, that's just crazy and it almost killed me. I am saying that because of the choices I made, things happened both good and bad. It took the good a while longer to come around, but the good is appreciated more after the bad. Like the scripture says, there needs to be opposition in all things: good and bad, joy and sorrow, light and dark. If we get through the bad things, the good are so much better. So, the ultimate question is would you make the same mistakes over again? I think I would, because those mistakes have brought the greatest blessings.
I'll try to have something more fun for Friday---less deep thoughts, more silly!
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You are right! Mistakes can be blessings in disguise. I have learned that. Its kinda like the rascal flatts song Cindy blogged about a while back. It kinda fits how the broken road leads us to where we are and who we're with right? I love you call it taco hell too, I about peed my pants!
Interestingly, I've been thinking quite a bit about my first marriage lately, probably because our "family" will all be together again next weekend when my son gets married. It might be a little awkward at moments, but we'll all get through it. The children know that I still care for their father and that just because we aren't together anymore, it doesn't mean that I regret the marriage or that it failed. I like to think that it succeeded in its purpose (many purposes actually) in that it brought these wonderful children into our lives. Also, I don't know whether I'd have ever joined the church if not for my first husband, and that decision (conversion) has made a HUGE and continuing impact on my life and the life of my children too.
Yeah, I have often wondered what I was thinking when I married my 1st husband. We were so young and turned out to be too different to stay married. However, the most richest, choicest blessings came from that union. Two of the most wonderful daughters a woman can ask for, so yeah, our blessings often come in the form of adversity. Life is good now!
Seems I have much the same thoughts and similar experiences as you and the first three comments here. My children are and always be my greatest blessings and I would do it all over in a heartbeat for the sake of having them. Also, it was during those years living so far from home with my first husband that I truly gained a testimony of the the gospel and of my Savior. Yes, many times what others may refer to as mistakes can be the greatest blessings in disguise.
Excellent post, Christy, thanks. I enjoyed reading it and it made me do some thinking...
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