My family has gone swimming to the Aquatics Center and left Ivy napping with me. I'm frantically last minute cleaning (its not really that dirty don't feel bad for me, my mom keeps a tight ship) before my inlaws arrive any minute.
But where am I? Taking a break on the computer.
Because in the last hour I've heard about varying degrees of tragedy...
my sister's fridge and freezer defrosting and ruining food in the rental she is staying at for two months in a new city with a new baby that she had just restocked from zero. Oh yes and her baby has been pretty much sick for weeks and she knows no one there.
friends of friends who used to live here having their son die in a hiking accident
another friend's puking daughter who she had to take in to get a cast on her arm (flu unrelated to cast) where she had to wait for almost 3 hours and of course her phone broke...oh yes, and she's pregnant too which always makes everything harder
and whenever i think about hard pregnancies I think of my dear friend Misty whose birthday was this week and how she almost died carrying her last pregnancy and only existed thanks to lots of prayers, blessings, and a constant feeding tube and iv's
and then the week before I heard about
my brother in laws extended family getting into a horrible car accident while driving cross country to move to a new place where everyone was injured and one daughter died .
so right now before I vacuum this downstairs of popcorn remnants and crayons shavings, can I just put it out there how thankful I am for my life, my little ones, my husband and family. My home, Jason's job, the fact that I can stay home everyday with my children. For this body God has given me, despite it not working or looking like I like all the time, I love every pudgy part of it. Just more to love right now ;)
I truly know that through the Savior can we be strengthened and be comforted. He truly is the only one who can know what these families are feeling and heal their hearts. I just wish I would remember Him more and try harder to be like Him.
While I whine and complain about the seemingly hard things in my life (which at this point have dropped back to zero, thank you mom! and baby Ivy!) , I know that it can always get worse, and I should always be more grateful.
I plan on rereading this on Tuesday when all our family leaves and I'm stressed out and cranky and tired and kids are fighting and talking back to me. My children are my treasures, I love being a mom. Life is hard much of the time, but there is a bigger picture. I'm so grateful I know why I'm here on Earth. I'm grateful for life after death. Each day is a gift and I hope I appreciate the present.