A Prayer of Faith

This time last year I was working full time, and made the majority of our (my husband’s and my) income. I was a full time student, graduating with a BS in Astronomy. I had a calling, and friends, and great neighbors. I was also seven months pregnant. I felt important, smart, and absoloutely fantastic.

Three months later, after graduating, quitting my job, moving to a new city for my husband’s new job, and giving birth, I felt horrible. I had a one month old baby, that I didn’t really like (you see he was an ungrateful little thing that was impossible to please and never smiled. I thought babies were supposed to smile). I didn’t know my neighbors, and didn’t really want to (they were riotous college kids). We were one of about 15 couples that moved into our new ward at the same time. I was only itentifiable at church by the baby that I didn’t like much. My husband made more money in his first two months of work than I would have made in a whole year. My life felt pointless, and I was miserable.

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