Now the day is over

I am not adjusting well to daylight savings time. I am still on the old time...and that is not a good thing when the clock reads 1 am...like it is reading right now. But, the day is over! And my children are tucked in their beds. I have kissed them and loved them and helped them today. I read my scriptures, and didn't fall asleep during my reading. I talked with Will before either of us nodded off to sleep. It has been a learning and a wonderful day! And I can say goodnight and really mean it!

Experience

This morning, I woke next to a sick, fevered, sore throated, coughing Hess. She had crawled into our bed at about 2 am and I didn't have the heart, nor the energy to send her back to her bed...which leaves me a very sleepy mother this morning. None the less, she is sick. Her cough sounds painful. Her eyes are puffy from poor sleep. But with all that, she is chipper...and if she had it her way, she'd be out trying to turn cartwheels. But she doesn't have it her way this morning...she'll be in bed.

This flu that is passing through our family has been a bit nerve racking to me. It is not caring for the sick that seems hard, but knowing I have no control over who is going to end up with the flu next. Hand washing and location only go so far in a home. I have been worried that Bina will get it...if she hasn't already.

So, this morning, as I was praying with Will (my turn to pray), my own fears about Bina and the flu crept in. I am thankful for prayer. I can talk with Heavenly Father and tell him how I feel: my worries, my hopes, my joys, my sadness, my gratefulness, my disappointments. And He listens. And when I am still enough, calm enough and have faith enough, I can hear Him answer. And so, in answer to my worries this morning , I learned that this life gives "experience"...and it is good. And I don't need to worry. So for today, "Come what may, and love it!"

Day Light Savings Sunday

I love Sundays. I love Sacrament Meeting, Sunday School, and Relief Society. I ache for the sweet spirit that follows after active attendance to my church meetings. Today, Nu and Hess were both home with the flu which meant Will and I would be playing "tag team" for meetings. He missed church last Sunday due to a lot of back pain. His back is still sore and the waist band of his pants bind right where the most pain resides. We both knew that his time in church would be short , so, it was only fair that he attend Sacrament and I attend Relief Society and whatever Sunday School he didn't.

Well, I thought, "I bet I could catch the 9am Singles Ward Sacrament Meeting."

Clever me! I quickly got dressed to go to church, gathered with the family for family prayer, kissed Will and my sweet girls then left out the door. I walked as quickly as I could so that I wouldn't miss the sacrament. I slid in onto the very back bench right next to Bro. Heaton. I smiled at him, and he looked at me a little puzzled.

I asked, "Is this the singles ward?"

"Yes, " he whispered back.

"Oh great!" I was very enthusiastic about being there. "I came for the sacrament because my girls are home sick and Will and I are swapping through church."

"Um...." said Bro. Heaton looking a little surprised,"sacrament is almost over."

I must have had a really bewildered look on my face. I couldn't figure out when they moved the singles ward start time to 8am.

"Did you forget, " started Bro. Heaton, "It is daylight savings time."

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. "Ahhhaaa." I got a huge grin on my face, stood up and walked out. Ooops.

All the way home, I giggled. I couldn't help but think, "Joke's on me!"

Needless to say, we changed the time on our clocks, Will and Sar made it to Sacrament on time, and I got to attend Relief Society. It was a great Sunday. Thank you Bro. Heaton!

Gracie Gledhill

Six months ago, shortly after I brought home sweet Bina, I read a link on Hoki's post, "Pray for Gracie". I was intrigued...so, I clicked. Since then, I've been following the ups and downs of this sweet baby and her precious family. Last Saturday night, I read and my heart broke. I hoped and prayed that her heart would work, that Heavenly Father would comfort her family...whatever the end would be. Then on Sunday, I read the heart breaking news that she would be taken off life support. I still cry as I think about this little baby, her family, this loss and the hope and promise of eternal families. I am thankful for good people everywhere. I am thankful for family.