4 AM!!!

Who would think that being up at 4 AM would constitute a miracle? Certianly not me. I am not a morning person, especially a 4 o'clock in the morning person, but I have been awake for 2 hours now, unable to sleep, so why not blog???
I did survive working every day last week, and now on to a less exhausting schedule. Forrest survived the 1st school play of the year-thank goodness. Now on to # two in three weeks. Just a note for those of you who were involved with Les Mis how ever many years ago that was-he is thinking of a re-do in the spring. We should have a reunion- but I told him he will not be able to top that performance. You guys were awesome!
It amazes me how time has moved on. This early morning I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with the changes in my life, and very sentimental. All of my children have been married (at one point or another), which makes me certifiably old. We should be empty nesters, but gratefully are not. In fact, our house is fuller (or should that be more full?) now than when we were raising our children. Sometimes I feel that we are busting at the seams! But how wonderful it is to have so many people to keep me going daily. I think that our Bishop is becoming concerned about the number of people here, tonight he dropped off a Turkey at our house! He said they ended up with an extra one, and interrupted me when I tried to protest. In all honesty, I was grateful. Not so much for the turkey, but for the show of support for us. That means more than any bird could ever mean. I haven't had a chance to tell Forrest about it yet-Gout here he comes! :)
I seem really wordy this morning. Maybe 4AM is a good time for me. I keep having random thoughts-like have you ever contemplated a light house? (NOw where did that come from)../ A light house has two purposes. It sends light out over the ocean to keep ships from crashing into the shore, but it is also there as a beacon to those who are lost. Like our Heavenly Fathers love for us. He sends out warnings, but He also has a beacon to help us when we are lost. How grateful I am for those beacons as I see how they have guided those I love. I think I am on the verge of becoming phylisophical (do you really expect me to spell that right at this time of the morning?????) so on that note, Good night all, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Another Day

Another week is at the end. TGIF. If I survive through tomorrow, it will be a miracle. This morning I told Forrest that I know why I don't work full time. Two days in a row of 9:30-6:30, with two more looming on the horizon, I am ready for a rest! But life will go on. My hat is off to Mom's who work all day, then come home and take care of family! cudoos to you!

Oh my

On Friday Forrest lost something that is not his and is very important. So being the good supportive wife that I am :), I went through the house searching everywhere he had been the evening before. I remembered him sitting on the couch, so of course the couch had to be searched. I stuck my hand down the back as far as I could and pulled out little treasures belonging to the girls, but not the item in question. So of course, the couch had to be up ended and the bottom pulled off to see if it had fallen all the way down. Of course it had not, but what I did find is what I want to write about today.
I found many things that had been collecting there for years. The green bead lizard key chain that Gina lost years ago. Toys that had just disappeared. Pictures of our children when they were younger. And of course the various unmentionable food items that you do not want to know about.
As I was pulling these items out, several thoughts occured to me. How grateful I am that through all these years we have had enough food to feed our family that the scraps dropped down the couch were not missed. Pictures tell stories of happiness in our home (at least some of the time.) The toys told of children playing, and laughter.
Our home has never been perfect, but it has seen much joy, and for that I am grateful.
Thanks couch for reminding me of times past.

Technology

How did we ever survive before E-Mail? Tonight I sat down, turned on my computer, logged into my E-mail, and there waiting for me was a letter from my cousin in Austrailia. What a miracle it is that we can write a letter, push a button, and within minutes it will be anywhere in the world that we send it. As time goes on, I realize how important family is. And I have lost touch with so many of them. I am so grateful for technology that helps me to keep in touch.

Friday

Today there are 2 miracles I would like to mention. For the first one, read the comment left on my previous post re:snow. Thank, you are a miracle in our life!
The second miracle: as I was getting dressed this morning in red (if you don't know why I wear red every friday, leave me a comment and I will send an e-mail) it struck me once again how grateful I am for the miracle of Michael returning safely from his service in Iraq. The more time goes by, and the more we learn about his time there, (mostly from others, he still will not tell us much,) I realize what a blessing it was that his entire unit came home. They fulfilled their mission there with great honor! How could a mother not be grateful for that!

Snow

I always have trouble when the snow starts to fly. I much prefer sitting on a beach! But as I sat and watched the snow fall today, I once again was grateful that it is white! Just think how horrible it would be if snow was purple or some other color.
White is such a peaceful calming color, the color of purity, of newness. Yes, I am grateful snow is white.

Election Day

Do we all understand what a miracle it is to be able to vote? My son spent a year in Iraq to help preserve their right to vote. Through out history men and women have sacrificed all for what we have and so often take for granted. Our system is not perfect-none is, but I have a hope deep within me that it is better than most, and that most people do want what is best. It is that "what is best" that causes confusion. What I think is best is probably not what you think is best. We each come into this life with different opinions, different ways of thinking. It is how we learn to co-exist that defines who we are. Do we hold resentment, do we "get even", or ignore another way because it is not our way. I sincerely hope that as this election comes to an end, we can all band together behind who ever wins, whether it is the candidate I voted for or the one you voted for. We need to be united in our prayers that who ever is in the White House will honestly strive to do what is right-for all of us.
Oh, if only we had complete foresight and could see exactly which road to follow, but we don't. So we do the best we can, we weigh the choices as best we can, and take a leap of faith as we mark our ballots.
God bless us one and all, and God Bless America!

Goodbye

Yesterday we attended the services that laid our friend to rest. As I was standing at the graveside, I was overcome with gratitude for the plan of salvation. Such sweet words were spoken by his son reminding us of the purpose of this life, and of the life to come. The Bishop spoke such sweet words of healing and love. How incredible it is to know that we are watched over by a loving Heavenly Father who knows us as no one else does. So on this soggy Sabath morning I feel to Thank my Heavenly Father for his love and mercy to us his children.