The reason I posted about blessings is because I need to remember them. Like many others we have had our fair share of financial trials. They seem to overwhelm us at times. But as the money becomes tighter and tighter we have been blessed more and more with things you could never buy.
My sons got up and bore their testomies at church on Sunday. There was no prompting on mine or DH's part. Both #2 and then #1 got up on their own and went before the congregation and told the congregation that they know our church is true, the Book of Mormon is true and that they know that that "my family loves me." It was one of those proud mommy moments.
Then, a sister from the ward got up and gave me the absolute, biggest compliment I have ever had. She got up and also bore her testimony of the church and said, "The first *ourlastname* boy got up and he talked about how his family loved him. The gospel is about love. This family is teaching the gospel and their children know they are loved. That is the gospel plan in action, to know you are loved." I felt the Holy Ghost quietly reassure me.
There are many days I wonder why? Why? Why? Why? about oh, so many things. Somethings are very hard for me. There are days when I just grit my teeth and get through. For all of my shortcomings and faults these children love me and I love them and they know it. It renewed my resolve to keep working and doing what Heavenly Father wants me to accomplish. No amount of money could have ever bought that.
Add that to Nona and Dan spending the day with us. And Margo and Rick and kids and Jenny and kids. We didn't eat fancy food-waffles and beans and rice and dump cake. Laughter and love that filled our home. Money can't buy that.
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