The days leading up to Mother's Day pack an intense punch some years. As a momma with no babies of her own, it's almost always a struggle every second Sunday in May for me. From the pulpit on Mother's Day, we *always* hear there is nothing a woman can do in this life that is greater than becoming a mother. Sigh. Yes, I know. But what I also hear, using that logic, is "Candace, there is nothing you can do in this life that will matter as much as that woman, or that woman, or your mom, or your sister, or your best friend..." That dad-gum Satan will whisper whatever stings the most, won't he? I'm working on building up so that narrative won't have the same impact anymore. And honestly, it doesn't have the same impact that it used to. The sting has lessened dramatically, and that is a very good thing. In my work to overcome those feelings of "less than," I turn to my Savior. He is such a champion of women! I LOVE reminders from the scriptur...
Yesterday (Easter Sunday) I substitute taught in Relief Society. My lesson assignment was on Elder D. Todd Christofferson's talk Why the Church. The talk is pretty straight forward, which I love. I tried to prepare for this lesson for two weeks, but struggled most of that time to figure out the correct approach to take when teaching. I had a hard time creating my outline, picking out wisdom nuggets to build on, discussion topics, etc. I prayed often for help and inspiration. Experience has taught me that the inspiration does eventually come, especially if I am prayerful and continue to study and try to figure it out. I think the lesson went well. There was a good amount of participation, we had a little fun in the lesson, and I know at least a few of us felt the spirit. And I gave out Easter candy. Candy is always good. I created a little handout to go along with my lesson. I enjoy creating little handouts. ...
And that means Thanksgiving is upon us. I love Thanksgiving. I don't necessarily love Thanksgiving dinner though. I don't necessarily love football watching, cleaning up an obscenely messy kitchen, or all the busyness in the grocery store. What I do love, however, is the crispness in the air, the gorgeous colorful leaves, the devotion to gratitude... even if for just one day for some folks, and that I get the day off of work to spend time with people I love. My love for those things certainly outweighs my unlove for the other aspects of the Thanksgiving tradition. Kevin (Beloved's youngest son) will be coming home from Central Michigan University for Thanksgiving. He'll be home late tomorrow afternoon! I'm excited to see how he's changed in just a few short months since he left for school. Will he have gotten the freshman (though he's really a junior) fifteen? Slimmed out a bit? Gosh I hope he hasn't taken on the attitu...
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