I wrote the other day about how my life felt like a hurricane. It still does. Three football teams, scouts, activity days, music lessons and a husband who is usually gone are making driving and meal times ridiculous. In fact I've been feeling very sorry for myself lately.
Thursday morning I was feeling especially sorry for myself when we read in the Doctrine and Covenants 42:25 for morning scriptures. The Lord is talking about how sometimes he talks to us through "the voice of lightnings... tempests...pestilences of every kind" and still we don't listen.
It occurred to me at that moment that maybe my own personal storms are the Lord's way of reminding me to listen. I need to ask Him for help more often.
Later that evening I was rushing around trying to find food for everyone before they had to leave for the night and my hands were sticky, my hair was a mass of frizz, Jackson was crying, and my attempts to keep the house tidy were completely nullified.
Someone came to the door to bring the missionaries some food and she decided to bring some to me as well.
The best part?
She brought nectarines. I love nectarines because I can just eat them. They don't need to be peeled. I don't have to can, dry, freeze or make them into jam. They are just for eating. No guilt. My mom also brought some peaches that were cut up into beautiful little baby food size chunks and put into lovely jars. No work and no guilt for me.
I was reminded by a stranger that I am not forgotten.
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Kim that is beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
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