Living with purpose is the greatest gift my son gave me. The pain of his death doesn’t even compare to the purpose he gave my life. He fueled my passion to become a better mom to his four younger siblings, a better daughter, sister, friend, and wife.
Prayer, surrender, and purpose started as coping mechanisms but ended up becoming essential to living intentionally for my future. Now my prayers are filled with gratitude instead of fear.
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This post originally appeared at ThriveGlobal.com, published with permission.