"I NEVER SAID IT WOULD BE EASY, I ONLY SAID IT WOULD BE WORTH IT"

As I have really struggled over the past week with many near MELTDOWNS, this infamous quote keeps coming to mind.
As I have mentioned, all of the changes we have endured have finally started to catch up with me and have really started to take their toll on my emotional state. Then to top it all off as if unpacking all of our things and getting settled in our house and getting our kids prepared for a new school wasn't enough. We came home last Saturday to a flooded house. Yes our rental was flooded!!! As Casey opened the front door I could hear him scream and I came running from the car to see what was wrong. We had water pouring down from our upstairs bathroom, through our living room ceiling. Luckily as we started ripping out sheet rock from the ceiling and bathroom walls we realized the house would still be liveable and would just need some major cleaning and minor renovations(vizqueen here we come)!

After all of this I have come to realize that life brings about some crazy obstacles and some of them one right after another. Casey has asked me numerous times if we need to go back to Arizona and I remind him that we have come all this way because we were lead and the saying, "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it" means so much to me. I have also learned that I am so weak at times. Why does it take me so long to pray and ask my Heavenly Father for help. I told Casey the other day that I had too many things I needed help with and I didn't know where to start and I didn't want my whole prayer, hours worth, consisting of me asking for help. However I have finally endured so much that it has brought me to my knees because I know that I can not do it on my own. So this question comes to my mind. Do I make myself endure more pain or challenges then needed because of my stubborn desire to put off asking for help? Why in the world do I do this to myself knowingly? It's not because I have to much pride to ask for help, it's the guilt of asking for help. The knowledge of knowing that someones else's problems are much greater than my own and that I should be able to handle what I have been given. What's really crazy is I know better than this. I know that my loving Heavenly Father wants to help me go through whatever challenge comes my way no matter how large or small they may be, and that He is just waiting for me to ask for help. I have witnessed the power that Satan uses to get a hold of during our weakest times to convince us otherwise.