Arms, Writting, Trust/Our Own Critic

Samantha hurt her arm.  It is not broken but it does hurt so the doctor thought we should put it in a cast.  Poor baby.  This is the third injury to this arm. 

Derek and I are still fighting for our family.  We daily give things up for the betterment of ourselves and our children.  I know that we are on the Lord's side.  I feel so blessed to be a daughter in His kingdom.

Elizabeth and me love makeup but we love Jesus and God because we go to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Me and Elizabeth want to God.  We love our family.

These are some cute passages Maddie wrote and shared with me at her Student Lead Conference.  I am amazed at her love for others and for Heavenly Father.  She truly has an early testimony of the love of the Father and his Son.  I hope it continues.  

Mom helps me do my homework.  Mom looks at me when I do my chores.  Some times mom helps me do my chores.  Mom does rake the leaves and I rake the leaves with mom.

Notwithstanding My Weakness

Neal A. Maxwell, October 1976 General Conference

"Some of us who would not chastise a neighbor for his frailties have a field day with our own. Some of us stand before no more harsh a judge than ourselves, a judge who stubbornly refuses to admit much happy evidence and who cares nothing for due process. Fortunately, the Lord loves us more than we love ourselves. A constructive critic truly cares for that which he criticizes, including himself, whereas self-pity is the most condescending form of pity; it soon cannibalizes all other concerns."

As I wrote down thoughts and feelings and memories, after my first therapy session, I realized that I am my worst critic. That I let Satan put thoughts into my head and I believe them. I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who helps me see the difference between those thoughts and His thoughts. When I focus on what He is saying to me the negativity leaves and I feel clean.