Good Entertainment

The other night I watched "My Girl" on netflix. I LOVE netflix, but that's another grateful post entirely. After I watched it I felt good. I felt like it was just a good movie with good things in it. Nothing earth shattering, just cute kids and a nice message about putting family first. The little girl in it (who was 11) was portreyed as a LITTLE girl. Not a "tween" (who came up with that anyway?), and she didn't act like an 11 year old trying to be 17. I am thankful that there's still great movies out there to watch and good books to read, and I'm glad I can pick and choose what I want to see. And PS- I bawled like a baby.

Be Thou Humble

Today was "one of those days". One of those, "why did I decide to give up a career and be a stay at home mom?" days. One of those "My pants seriously don't fit?" days. One of those "I really can't quit crying and I'm not sure why, but if I don't find out soon I'm gonna gouge my eyes out" days.

I was just about to pull my hair out, and then I heard a song called "Every Breath" by Jenny Phillips. The words to the first few verses and chorus go like this:

His hands are catching your tears

And even without any words, He hears

You feel so far, but he's right where you are and He knows

Every Breath

Every pain

He knows your heart and He knows your name

Giver of life, light in your soul.

Oh, come home,come rest

Let Him bless

your every breath

Silence your voice and be still

And even without any words, you will feel

You think you are far, but He lives in your heart and He knows

Every breath

Every pain

He knows your heart and He knows your name

Giver of life, light in your soul

Oh, come home, come rest

Let Him Bless

Your every breath

I realized that I gave up my career to stay at home with my girl because I love her and in the long run, I will be more fulfilled and happy as a mom than as anything else. I realized that I don't fit into my pants because I'm so lucky and blessed and happy to be pregnant. I realized that I can't quit crying because sometimes you just need to get it all out, and atleast I have an avenue to do that. (hormones may have played a small part too)

And, so, here I am grateful that I was humbled by a song. Grateful for the bad days becuase without them, we don't appreciate the good ones. Grateful for a merciful God who knows and loves me in spite of my serious, serious weakness and catches my tears even when I'm too caught up in life to get on my knees.

Sabbath

Hmmmm, I always seem to post in my grateful journal on Sundays........ pattern or prompting? More like I go to church and get a swift kick in the patootie from the Spirit and realize that I'm an ungrateful poo. Then I feel the need to validate myself by pontificating on the things in my life I am grateful for.

Today I was given one of those kicks in the patootie. Again. And still I am grateful for it. I get caught up with life sometimes. We all do. And I like taking a step back to be excited about life and the good things in it. So right now I am thankful for sundays, for the sacrament, and for being happy.

Let Freedom Ring

This weekend I've been grateful for the founding fathers. I think they were men of courage. They signed the declaration of independence knowing that it was a treasonous act, and they could all be hung for doing so. They prepared for war and realized that it would not be easy, but worth it. Worth it for them, and worth it for us. A free country is something worth being grateful for. And, I really like fireworks.

Cecily JeNae

Today I am grateful for my girl. Not just that I'm a mom in general, but that I'm the mom to THIS spirit in particular. Of course, I think she's the best, and the cutest, and the smartest, but it's more than that. She seriously has a fun, funny, sometimes crazy, always amazing personality. She laughes at my jokes, and I laugh at hers. I'm pretty sure we're best friends. And best friends with dad. And I'm pretty sure that it will stay that way for a while. She's

the coolest. That's right. The coolest.

Trials

Today in church we spoke about happiness through our trials, and the light at the end of them. There is always light as long as we learn. I am grateful for the small trials I have been given, although I have never been happy about them at the time. Sometimes I feel like I have been spared the "really bad" trials of life so far but I don't think anyone has a monopoly on pain. We cannot possibly compare our trials to another persons, because we all have unique emotions, reactions, and spirits. God chose our trials to help us grow, I think. I'm trying to grow. I suck at it a lot. I feel like it's a good time for me to write this, because as of right now, all is well. But, tomorrow always brings change, and I may need to look back and take my own advice.

This Little House

Today I'm grateful for our cute little apartment. It's nice, and it's close to Mike's work, and it's cheap. I'm especially happy that it's cheap 'cause that means we get to save some money for our eventual house. Our landlords did a great job fixing it up, and its got just enough "old charm" mixed with "modern convenience." Our neighbors (who are also the owners..) have 3 kids that Cecily adores and wants to play with nearly every day, which is tons of fun for both she and I. I get to talk to an adult, and she gets to run around in the yard. We even have a garden. Carrots and tomatos comin' our way! Who could ask for more? I wish I had a picture to post of it, but I haven't taken one yet...