Goldfish/Anxiety/Prayers of the Righteous

Last night Michael toddled over to me with a book in his hand.  He loves to snuggle and read together.  He brougth me one of his favorite books.  Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You Hear?  As we read we came across a frog and made a ribbit sound, when we got to the dog we "barked" and then we got to the Goldfsh.  I read Goldfish, Goldfish, What do yousee?  Michael pretended to grab the goldfish, put it in his mouth and say, "Yum, yum, yum! Mommy some?"  I was taken back, why would he eat the goldfish.  Then I realized that he does not know what a goldfish is.  He only goldfish he knows are the goldfish crackers.  No wonder he wants to eat it.  Samantha, who was sitting next to me, and I got a good laugh!

Yesterday I listened to a book trying to learn more about anxiety.  The book suggested over and over again that I needed to listen to my kids.  By the time they got home I had been blessed with incredible patience and did not worry about how the house looked.  Instead I was able to listen to them as they each came to me seeking comfort and validation.  I have been so out of sorts with my depression and I think that part of the reason they have been frustrated of lately is because I was not there emotionally for them.  I am grateful that I was able to help.

Book of Mormon, Alma 10:22

"22  Yea, and I say unto you that if it were not for the prayers of the righteous, who are now in the land, that ye would even now be visited with utter"

I think that it is the prayers of the righteous today that is keeping the Lord from smighting this country. Elizabeth keeps waiting for the second coming. She wonders how it can get any worse. I understand her feelings and admire her faith.