Totally empty. Help, God. And please... give me a heart of flesh instead of this heart of stone.

About a year ago, I was in a freak accident that left me almost debilitated. I have still not recovered from this event. It happened when my firstborn was 17-months-old. I went from being an active, passionate, and involved stay-at-home parent to an inactive and depressed 33-year old mother. Every day felt like a challenge to do life with a toddler. I pushed myself to go on walks, when that was just about the hardest thing I could do. On our walks around the neighborhood, my son started saying, "This way, mommy. Follow the sunshine," pointing to the bright direction, versus the shady path. Although his little 1 1/2 year old mind meant what he said, I absorbed his words and it became words of hope for me. Follow the sunshine, even when life feels terribly wrong. This past year has been the hardest year of my life. Now, newly mother to two, I find it even more imminent that I choose to follow the sunny path, instead of darkness that lures. This blog -- and my instagram account -- are meant to be used as tools to help me "follow sunshine"... to hope and live again. And who knows, maybe my body will be restored before I get to heaven. I have to believe that can happen, as with God, nothing is impossible.