Maddie was playing princesses with her castle and figurines when Elizabeth decided to join her. They had a talent show and sang Disney songs. It was so fun. I love to see Elizabeth play with her siblings. I love to see her play with toys because I know it won't be long before she will feel too grown up for that. But I hope she never looses that childlike imagination. It will help her in her life if she keeps that tucked away in her heart to be pulled out when when she is a mom and her daughter wants to play princesses. I think I wanted to grow up so fast that I pushed that away and now it is hard to find it again.
Today was a lonely Sunday. Derek was gone for about 12 hours. I am up late just trying to grasp what is on my mind and why I am still awake. I was thumbing through the Ensign and came across this poem. This helped me remember why I am willing to give my husband to the Lord, to be a bishop's wife and to know that my sacrifice is not forgotten:
Willing Sacrifice
by Kerry Bennett
A quiet knock comes at the door,
A contrite sinner ushered in.
One panged with sorrow and regrets
Yearns to abandon worldly chains
And free himself from Satan's grasp.
A chosen man, ordained of God,
Listens to the hearfelt plea for
Deliverance and clemency.
He, like the Savior, longs to help
This wayward lamb rejoin the flock.
And while he serves, his helpmate waits
As Heaven heals a wounded soul.
Her offering--a patient heart
Unseen by everyone but Him
Who notices the widow's mite.
Today was a lonely Sunday. Derek was gone for about 12 hours. I am up late just trying to grasp what is on my mind and why I am still awake. I was thumbing through the Ensign and came across this poem. This helped me remember why I am willing to give my husband to the Lord, to be a bishop's wife and to know that my sacrifice is not forgotten:
Willing Sacrifice
by Kerry Bennett
A quiet knock comes at the door,
A contrite sinner ushered in.
One panged with sorrow and regrets
Yearns to abandon worldly chains
And free himself from Satan's grasp.
A chosen man, ordained of God,
Listens to the hearfelt plea for
Deliverance and clemency.
He, like the Savior, longs to help
This wayward lamb rejoin the flock.
And while he serves, his helpmate waits
As Heaven heals a wounded soul.
Her offering--a patient heart
Unseen by everyone but Him
Who notices the widow's mite.
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