Last Sunday I was my first day back at church in 2 weeks.
We have had a lot of sickness in our house.
I needed church.
Chad told me he could tell I needed it too.
Should I be offended at that? ha ha
He was right.
The lesson in Relief Society was President Uchtdorf's talk: " Forget me not"
It was just what I needed to hear.
If you haven't heard this talk.. find it and watch it. Even if you are not a Mormon.. it is very inspiring for Women. I have listened to it many times.. and I enjoy it each time.
President Uchtdorf talks about the importance of the little "Forget me not flowers" and then gives 5 principles to remember ( like the five petals of the flower.)
1- Forget not to be patient with yourself.
2- Forget not the difference between a good sacrifice and a bad sacrifice
3- Forget not to be happy now
4- Forget not the "why" of the Gospel
5- Forget not that the Lord loves you
Not only did I need a reminder of every one of these things this past week.. but it reminded me of last spring and summer of 2011 when I tended quite a bit to my Dad's garden.
We would walk through his yard and talk about life.. and all of the flowers and plants my Dad adored.
I remember listening to Dad as he expressed his love for the tiny little --but beautiful flower.
I had intentions of getting some for my own place.. for me to remind me of Dad.. and I never have.
So.. this year I am going to purchase some "Forget me Not's."
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One week ago -- last Wednesday night.. I was up late trying to put up a few decorations and fun things for Tenney to wake up to for her Birthday the next day.
We only do Birthday parties every other year.. and this year was an "off" year.. but the kids still love it..just when it's the family year-- because we do our best to make it special -- by letting them pick each of their meals for the day.. and I do their chores for the day.
I think they enjoy those two things more than the presents...
Anyways.. Tenney's birthday was going to be a super busy day.
It was my Aunt Sherie's Funeral.. and all events were planned around that-- and Tenney was so sweet and wonderful to allow me to miss having lunch with her for the day-- and do it another day-- so I could attend the funeral.
Thursday Morning Tenney and Mary Caroline both woke up with Fevers.
I felt so bad for Tenney... but she was still so happy and grateful all through the day.
I did my best to try and make it a happy day-- but every time I had some time to myself.. I had a breakdown.
Why does everything in my life seem so sad and depressing this year??
I LOVE to be with my extended family.. I mean LOVE it.
Not only do I have a love for my Family History ( those that have lived before my time ) but I feel an abundance of love for my cousins, Aunts and Uncles and etc.
It's hard to explain.. but let's just say.. I could always be the last one to leave a party-- because I feel an extra amount of love for my Friends and Family members... and desire to be with them.
Also.. I try and attend most funerals -- not just to pay respects to the person... but also because they can be such sacred and spiritual experiences.
If only people knew how spiritual they can be.
Every phone call I made Thursday morning saying that I wouldn't be able to go to the Funeral.. had me in tears.
I wanted so much to be able to comfort and hug my cousins that comforted me -- during this last year with my Dad.. and to let them know that I loved them.. and it wasn't going to happen.
I hoped they would forgive me for my absence.
I did my best to make it a fun day for Tenney -- but with Fevers.. it's not the funnest.
The girls did a lot of TV and movie watching....
And a lot of sleeping on and off through the day...
And I did my best to be positive and happy... but when I had a moment to myself.. I admit.. I had a pity party and cried a lot.
I went to the store about 11:30 am to get some medicine.. and as I was driving.. I wondered why my life has been so very hard this year.. and then.. all of the sudden.. I felt my Dad's presence with me.
I just sat and cried.
And cried.
I could feel the love he had for me.. and that he was very aware of my heartache and wanted to comfort me.
It felt so amazing to feel Dad.. but also hurt so much-- as I miss him so much too.
After that experience.. it was a very weepy afternoon.
More friends called of the blue-- even my friend Emma in Norway called very late in the night for her-- telling me that I was on her mind.. and she couldn't shake it.
This of course just made me more weepy.
I was not forgotten. It was as if the Lord knew what I needed -- in my emotional state.. and was blessing me through my friends.
After the Funeral.. my Great Aunt Jeannine ( that is like another Grandmother ) called to tell me how sad she was that I wasn't there.. had reported to me all about the funeral.. and the spirit that was there.. and all of those that she felt ( family members from Heaven ) that were there.
Of course I was sobbing.
She said " Honey.. just cry." and I did.
I was so grateful she called and gave me details and feelings she had while she was there.
I prepared dinner and held my girls when the Ibuprofen wore off.. and they felt lousy.
I don't often "hold" them on my lap anymore.. and this day-- I did. A lot.
Maybe having sick kids every once in a while is a good thing.... because it gives us the opportunity to need each other for those long periods. -- Wanting to be held.. and wanting to hold. -- Even when you think your too big to be held.
Grandpa and Grandma H and Grandma Wright and Erin came by with presents for Tenney.
She was more than thrilled.
She was also thrilled to be eating one of her favorite meals-- Corned Beef and Cabbage.
We were getting ready to eat dinner.. and I heard a knock at the door.
There stood my Uncle Dave. He had a basket of flowers from the funeral in his hands and was delivering it to me.
I was super shocked to see him there.
He told me that everyone knew how much I wanted to be there -- and the family wanted me to have this.
Of course I sobbed and sobbed some more.
I was not forgotten.
The Lord knew the desires of my heart.. and blessed me greatly through many tender mercies all throughout the day.
As I held my sick children throughout the day-- I felt blessed to be there Mother.
I felt fortunate to make sacrifices for them.
Even when they are hard.
I felt blessed to have an 11 year old daughter that looks at everything in a positive light.. and was grateful and happy the whole day -- even with the sickness.
I will never forget her 11th Birthday...
And while it wasn't how any of us expected it to be..
We were all reminded the whole day-- that we are loved.. adored.. and not forgotten.
Today I am Grateful for:
Tender Mercies
Shopping and lunch with Tenney on Saturday -- making up for her Birthday
Good natured and Happy children
My Aunt Jeannine
My Mother
