Sunday, September 8, 2013

Sunday Sept 9, 2013

Today was a good day.
Just before 8:00 am I found out my chorister for primary wasn't able to be there. I realized that the prompting and thought that I'd had Thursday night, as well as Friday morning, had been promptings from the Holy Ghost, and that I'd ignored them.  I'm going to do a better job of listening and doing this week.  Today we'd planned for a full hour of song practice.  I scrambled, and got to be the chorister.
I said a prayer.
Things worked out great. At least I heard one kid say it was fun, and the kids seemed to sing well for me!

After church, while my husband and daughter were at a meeting, my youngest and I had a heart to heart. She's been struggling for a while with friends, and not very open to hearing ideas or suggestions. Things have been tough. But something that she heard in church today, opened her heart a little, and as she told me about her heart ache, we opened the scriptures and read about the betrayal and heartache that Jesus Christ must have gone through when he was betrayed, and then even denied by his most stalwart companions.
She remembered that I had taught the primary children a month or so ago, that there is no problem in life that cannot be found in the scriptures.  You name it - everything is in there.  And because Heavenly Father loves us, we have scriptures - and can find help and direction through them.
So, as we read together, and discussed what we read, she said a prayer, and found her purpose.

She made some cupcakes (all by herself), and then I went with her to deliver them to friends.  She spoke with several different friends and apologized for wrongs, and asked for forgiveness.  It was seemingly such a simple thing to do. Two words, - I'm sorry.  Followed by, "Will you forgive me?", but oh so difficult to do.

She learned (happily) that when she used those words, and meant them, that friendships could be patched.  That laying out feelings and vulnerabilities on the table, in order to communicate is scary, but that better things can come.  It turned out so much better than she had expected.

I'm grateful to the mom that approached me and told me something was going on, and we probably needed to figure out how to sort it out.

I realized how much I love teaching my children "life skills".  How to get through problems that seem insurmountable.  I know that with God, nothing is impossible.  It felt like "this is what being a parent is about", and I LOVE it!

And now it is super late, and I need to get my game so I'm not cranky tomorrow and ruin this really satisfying day.

Friday, September 6, 2013

I finally remembered

I've been racking my brain all evening. Trying to remember (after my pathetic, I've been too busy to blog, but can't remember why post) why I was too busy to blog the past few weeks.

I've redeemed myself.
I painted two bedrooms.
One each week.
My brother also came into town.
AND I was sick for a whole week.
And I'm in the middle of the primary program throes.

Suffice it to say.
I'm feeling justified. Both for my forgetfulness, and um...for whatever else I was trying to justify, but just yawned, and forgot.

I will post photos. Soon. But we are in the 'decorating' it stage of things with the blood red, vampire wall room.
Yes. You heard me right.  And it was a COMPROMISE.

Blogging blues

I'm trying.
To do better.
To remember to blog.
Sometimes I fail. Or there aren't enough hours.
Or I'm really consumed by my latest Korean comedy.

I've been busy with 'stuff'.  Preparing for upcoming travels and adventures.  Working on getting our Colorado house rented, and everything squared away with that.

Did I mention that school started? Nope. Not even a blog about it. Bad mom. Bad mom. If I did, I just can't remember back that far.
My brain is trying to squeeze too much into it.

Like this morning - last night, traveling back from a stake training (with primary general board persons), we planned an impromptu presidency meeting. Which was good, since our last one was a while ago, since someone went out of town, and school started.  My meeting met.  Then I picked up staple fruits and groceries to hold us over for a while, came home to find a big bag of frozen blueberries thawn (is that a word) on the counter.  Oh yeah, from smoothies I made for breakfast.  After I got kids to school, and then sat down to plan my meeting and work on my agenda.  After the store, I ate several cookies for lunch.  They were really tasty. With pink frosting and sprinkles.  I saved a few for the kids at least.  That's something.

The blueberries are now in the oven. With a dry cake mix and butter on top - a nice cobbler.  To go with the roasting chicken next to it.  I bought some quinoa, black rice, and couscous on Saturday. Going to experiment with those too.

I'm back. Cub scouts was calling my name again. Loudly. As are my children now, and the shower. Yes, now that I'm in a new decade, I don't wake up with immediately oily hair, and can pretend that I've showered, until later in the day when I really do. Really.  I'm feeling like perhaps, I've shared too much. gasp.
And my husband is home.

Suffice it so say. I'm still alive. And will really blog - some day in the near future. Just not the rest of today.