I am practicing listening.
Yesterday, I was feeling really nauseas. I was sitting and talking with my husband and a warm loving thought filled my heart.
"Go read the Book of Mormon. Take some time out and read."
I kept talking and the nausea continued. And again, the promptings tugged at my heart.
"Go read the Book of Mormon. Take some time out and read."
So, I did.
I snuggled under the covers and flipped open to Moroni 7. And I read...and it was wonderful. I dozed into a nice slumber and woke up feeling quite a bit better.
I love it when I really listen to the still small voice. I feel so happy when I do. And strength comes.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
This morning, as I lay beside my sick six-year old, she told me that she afraid to die (she's had a fever and feels lousy). We talked about it for a few minutes. Then, In bounded my eight-year old.
"Oh! Are you afraid to die? You only six years old. If you died now, you'd go right back to Heavenly Father. You don't even have to repent!" All this with a big grin on her face.
"There's no reason to be afraid! The rest of us, we all have to repent (excluding the almost two year old of course). Besides, if you died now, it's because Heavenly Father said it was time for you to go back. See, there's no reason to be afraid." Still grinning.
"Oh we'd miss you, but it would be okay. We'd see you again."
Trying to chime in I added, "We'd boo hoo here because we missed you. But you'd be our cheerleader from the other side."
And there it is, a great lesson from the eight-year old that death is not scary, not even for a six-year old.
"Oh! Are you afraid to die? You only six years old. If you died now, you'd go right back to Heavenly Father. You don't even have to repent!" All this with a big grin on her face.
"There's no reason to be afraid! The rest of us, we all have to repent (excluding the almost two year old of course). Besides, if you died now, it's because Heavenly Father said it was time for you to go back. See, there's no reason to be afraid." Still grinning.
"Oh we'd miss you, but it would be okay. We'd see you again."
Trying to chime in I added, "We'd boo hoo here because we missed you. But you'd be our cheerleader from the other side."
And there it is, a great lesson from the eight-year old that death is not scary, not even for a six-year old.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Lessons from a Good Samaratin
So, do I dare post the reality of my situation? Not that it is really terrible or frightening...just unexpected. Or should I say, expecting?
This has come much to my surprise and is bringing in it's way a lot of sick days. Which is all really good. Really! I lie not. Past experience tells me that sick is what I want...even when I don't think I want it. Heavenly Father has let me learn to appreciate the sick, because after the trial of sick are sweet tiny miracles.
So in all the sickness and trying to mother...which really feels quite challenging in this moment...I have tried to balance attention to family vs. keeping a clean house. Fortunately, the family has won out. Unfortunately, people who visit get to see that the house didn't.
I am learning that family is eternal...not the physical condition of a home.
So, a couple of days ago, I had a remider of the Lord's watchful care. And a sweet lesson on His love. It started with an early morning and a lot of energy expended in the front of the day. By noon I still had not dressed, the dishes were a mile high, tortillas crunched on the front entry way, toys and clothes strewn throughout, books scatterd in toys, a roll of toilet paper to relieve runny noses...and well...it was a big mess....everywhere.
About 2:30, I was at the table, trying to get my bearings and I heard the bell ring. I made like mad for my room and hoped that it was a salesperson. Well, it was my dear neighbor, Linde.
She had stopped over to bring a little...okay, giant tray of cheesecake (which looked and smelled so incredible, but I dared not touch it for I knew it would only last seconds before it told me that was a BAD CHOICE).
And so I went out...in my pj's. It was in this moment that I surveyed the house...EEK.
I was mortified!
And, Linde, so very much living how Jesus would want one to live, said to me,
"Lusche, I call it...creative. It is okay. Don't worry about it."
So lesson one...stop worrying about what man thinks. Because Heavenly Father knows me and my situation. And, really, this is what matters. And true friends, true friends see through the "tuesday mornings".
Lesson two, Heavenly Father watches over all of us.
"Lusche," Linde continued, "every morning, I go out and feed the birds. They come and eat. And then they leave when they are full. They know that I will feed them tomorrow. God will take care of us. He knows what we need and feeds us each day."
I learned some very valuable lessons from her. Thank you, Linde.
This has come much to my surprise and is bringing in it's way a lot of sick days. Which is all really good. Really! I lie not. Past experience tells me that sick is what I want...even when I don't think I want it. Heavenly Father has let me learn to appreciate the sick, because after the trial of sick are sweet tiny miracles.
So in all the sickness and trying to mother...which really feels quite challenging in this moment...I have tried to balance attention to family vs. keeping a clean house. Fortunately, the family has won out. Unfortunately, people who visit get to see that the house didn't.
I am learning that family is eternal...not the physical condition of a home.
So, a couple of days ago, I had a remider of the Lord's watchful care. And a sweet lesson on His love. It started with an early morning and a lot of energy expended in the front of the day. By noon I still had not dressed, the dishes were a mile high, tortillas crunched on the front entry way, toys and clothes strewn throughout, books scatterd in toys, a roll of toilet paper to relieve runny noses...and well...it was a big mess....everywhere.
About 2:30, I was at the table, trying to get my bearings and I heard the bell ring. I made like mad for my room and hoped that it was a salesperson. Well, it was my dear neighbor, Linde.
She had stopped over to bring a little...okay, giant tray of cheesecake (which looked and smelled so incredible, but I dared not touch it for I knew it would only last seconds before it told me that was a BAD CHOICE).
And so I went out...in my pj's. It was in this moment that I surveyed the house...EEK.
I was mortified!
And, Linde, so very much living how Jesus would want one to live, said to me,
"Lusche, I call it...creative. It is okay. Don't worry about it."
So lesson one...stop worrying about what man thinks. Because Heavenly Father knows me and my situation. And, really, this is what matters. And true friends, true friends see through the "tuesday mornings".
Lesson two, Heavenly Father watches over all of us.
"Lusche," Linde continued, "every morning, I go out and feed the birds. They come and eat. And then they leave when they are full. They know that I will feed them tomorrow. God will take care of us. He knows what we need and feeds us each day."
I learned some very valuable lessons from her. Thank you, Linde.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Early morning...lots of questions
Starting early.
I have a lot of questions and feelings stirring in my mind and percolating in my heart and so I am up doing dishes while everyone sleeps.
It is quiet.
I have been thinking about this road we are on. It feels frightening to not know how it will all turn out..that is the fear side talking of course. Because the Faith side knows that Heavenly Father lets me learn through life's experiences. And really, I was reminded that He is aware of our little family and our situation. He is so, so mindful of us. He leads...and we are learning to follow.
Sometimes we get it right. Sometimes we don't hear or follow very well. And well, I wonder which of the two is going on right now.
All in all, I feel that if we keep doing our best of following what He asks of us, it will all turn out well in the end.
That's all for now.
I have a lot of questions and feelings stirring in my mind and percolating in my heart and so I am up doing dishes while everyone sleeps.
It is quiet.
I have been thinking about this road we are on. It feels frightening to not know how it will all turn out..that is the fear side talking of course. Because the Faith side knows that Heavenly Father lets me learn through life's experiences. And really, I was reminded that He is aware of our little family and our situation. He is so, so mindful of us. He leads...and we are learning to follow.
Sometimes we get it right. Sometimes we don't hear or follow very well. And well, I wonder which of the two is going on right now.
All in all, I feel that if we keep doing our best of following what He asks of us, it will all turn out well in the end.
That's all for now.
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