You know that saying 'When it rains, it pours.' Well, many
of us tend to think we are the only people getting wet. We are too focused
on our own hair getting wet and we would use our own children to shield our
phones from getting wet (tell me I'm wrong). What am I getting at with this
little analogy? I haven't done a blog post in quite a while because I've been chronically
ill and not even well enough to type up a post. This mystery illness has plagued me for months (or longer) and I've driven
myself mad trying to figure out why I never feel well (currently still a mystery). Any mom knows that being
a mom and being sick stinks—big time. We don't get sick days, and we certainly
don't get FMLA benefits. Nope, we just make the best of it. I'm blessed to have
an amazing husband who has picked up my slack—and I have left tons of slack—he's tired and works
full-time. He deserves better. He deserves a vacation, but as life goes, we don't always get what we deserve. But
I am so thankful for him, for his selflessness, and his love that I can't
imagine life without him. He's using himself to shield me from the rain (as
much as he can). That, my friends, is a good husband.
I went to church yesterday for the first time in a long
time. There are many reasons why I don't make it to church every Sunday but I
haven't stopped believing in Christ or his gospel. Saturday was horrible; I
could not wait for the day to end horrible. My wonderful husband told me Saturday night
that he would watch the kids if I felt well enough to go to church the next
morning. Thankfully, I felt well enough to go on Sunday morning. I got dressed
and went to church. I sat alone in that chapel and I cried through the entire meeting. I went to class and made
it through most of the class being able to control my emotions. I was crying
for many reasons, some were happy tears of being able to focus on Christ and
talk to my Father in Heaven as I partook of his sacrament. Other tears were sad
tears because I wished my family were with me and I felt the loss of having the
experiences I had growing up and sitting in the chapel with my family on Sundays,
(my boys won't go into the chapel—ever). I was overwhelmed with gratitude that Jeremy was at
home selflessly serving me (again), so that I could be there. After class, I
talked with a friend, who gave me some news of a drenching, torrential storm of
a trial she is going through. I felt like such a dreadful friend because I had
been so focused on keeping myself dry that I had not thought it strange that I
hadn't heard from her, nor did I check in on her. She has always been so kind
to me and been the first in line to offer me help. This woman is the salt of
the earth. She is a shining example for me, I have no doubt she is for others
as well, and I know she will be even
more of a shining example of Christ's love in the future because of this trial
she's been asked to endure. I’m still sick, but she made me realize I'm not the
only one being poured on.
Let's all help keep each other as dry as we can and truly enjoy the sun when it's shining.
