Yesterday was an incredibly difficult day for me for some reason. I woke up to snow and felt a hint of the Winter blues. I was feeling sorry for myself. I wanted so badly to be eight months pregnant, aches and pains and all. I passed by Camilla's room as I went to scoop Joseph from his crib. An image that I had created a few months earlier of Camilla's room all set up to share with a new baby flashed in my mind. Needless to say, I was pretty weepy all day. Ever since January the children have prayed, "Please bless Mommy to feel better" each and every time they pray. Those words are always so sweet and thoughtful and bring tears to my eyes on those tough days. They don't necessarily know the extent of my hurt, but they can always sense when I'm feeling down, and those little prayers are answered over and over again as I strive to faithfully navigate my way through each new day smiling and experiencing moments of Joy. I came across this painting online the other day and it really brought me comfort.
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| Art by Brian Kershisnik |
Some days I truly feel like there are angels on my left and on my right giving me strength and bearing me up. I'm grateful for this Easter season to be able to remember our Savior and all that he did for us. I am grateful that he suffered not only for our sins, but also for all that seems unfair in this life. I know that he lives, knows me personally, and is near.
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Angels are around us all the time. Our children are some of those angels aren't they. Some of the things they say are so sweet to the heart as though an angel whispered to them what to say.
Oh my cousin, much love to you. For years I have loved the quote, " we have been measured and will not have pressed upon us more then we can bear". There will be a day when all of our questions will be answered. Certainly there is strength in counting our blessings, you so do this lady....we see it on your blog. Please know you are in the thoughts of many of us. Much Love
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