Up too early

So I woke up today, thinking, 4:30 am is just too early.

But then I thought about it, and I simply shook my head. I'm supposed to be up this early, actually, I shouldn't even had slept last night --- which would result to me being awake the entire day, and feeling woozy at work later. Good luck to me. :))

I went downstairs to have breakfast, and found it peculiar that my Starbucks planner was on the dining table, seemingly untouched, but a pen was on top of it. I decided to flip through the pages, and lo and behold, found 3 new notes on it, in Lance's penmanship.

1 -- was on December 27th, and read "wedding anniversary <3 5th anniversary"
2 -- was on November 8th (his birthday) and read "I love you baby =)"
3 -- was what I didn't expect, and it was on July 15th, yesterday. It contained the sweetest note, telling me how much he misses me and how much he loves me, and 3 Bible verses from the service he attended yesterday.

See, it's these things like this one that make me realize that giving up (and the temptation to do so) may be the easy way out, but not necessarily the right one. I'm not exactly sure why I've been feeling some of these bouts of depression lately, but I guess I've been having a hard time dealing with certain emotions that I just find myself wanting to get out of everything. And I'm very thankful to my ever-patient husband that he keeps reminding me why I should keep holding on, and why I should be strong.

I guess waking up to this surprise gives me another sense of hope, especially for this coming week. I know more challenges are about to face me, especially at work, but I'll grab my strength from this. After all, what doesn't kill you, only makes you so much darn stronger.