God knows us, loves us and works all things together for our good.
For months now I've been wanting a 3-in-one color printer. My husband wanted our next printer to be a laser printer because we've wasted so much money on dried up ink cartridges. To make both of our wants happen there was a very big price tag. We searched KSL classifieds, we searched refurbished stores, we bought and returned 2 broken printers. I was so discouraged and we had decided to settle on trying to fix David's sister's broken ink jet printer.
Then we realized we could get a 3-in-one laser printer for $150. We decided to go to the store and get it only to find it had already sold. I about cried. Some how a miracle happened and we were able to get another laser 3-in-one printer for $112 (25% off randomly on top of a steep discount, can you believe it!) and it is smaller and better fits our needs. It is truly a miracle. A first world miracle because only in a first world country would someone wanting a printer be answered with a miracle. We are so blessed. God truly loves his children and takes care of our needs and wants just as a loving father would. Thank you, Father.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Jehovah's Witnesses Make Me a Better Mormon
Today we were having a lazy Saturday. You know the type. David is still in his pajamas at noon. I have on no makeup. The baby's hair is literally sticking straight up. The house has messes everywhere. There is no place to sit down because every seat is covered in papers, electronics, Christmas gifts and David's leftover breadstick from lunch…yesterday.
Of course someone rings our doorbell right after I spread my cloth diaper stash all over the living room floor in order to take pictures for KSL. Nothing says classy and put together like thread bear diapers. I opened the door to two women and a 3 year old little boy. They announced they were Jehovah's Witnesses with a message about mental health. I was intrigued (and cold with the door wide open) so I invited them in. We chatted about religion as she shared her message. She was unsure about our beliefs and timidly asked if we were LDS and if we read the Bible. I wondered what on earth she meant when she said she wanted to stay here on earth to be with her family forever (my Mormon mind is thinking "Why would you want to stay here? Families can be together forever! Like after we die. No need to drag on mortality.). I unthinkingly wished them a merry Christmas as they left.
But in the end it was a very uplifting visit and I realized that I like meeting with people from other religions. Being around other religions makes me examine my own. It makes me think about it from an outside perspective and want to learn it better and live it better. Sure we have our differences. The Baptists clapped at the Thanksgiving sing-in after the LDS bishop announced we would not be clapping, as is the Mormon tradition. Jehovah's Witnesses don't celebrate Christmas. Latter-day saints don't drink coffee. But we all read the same book, we all believe in Jesus Christ, we all are doing the best we can to follow what he taught.
Of course someone rings our doorbell right after I spread my cloth diaper stash all over the living room floor in order to take pictures for KSL. Nothing says classy and put together like thread bear diapers. I opened the door to two women and a 3 year old little boy. They announced they were Jehovah's Witnesses with a message about mental health. I was intrigued (and cold with the door wide open) so I invited them in. We chatted about religion as she shared her message. She was unsure about our beliefs and timidly asked if we were LDS and if we read the Bible. I wondered what on earth she meant when she said she wanted to stay here on earth to be with her family forever (my Mormon mind is thinking "Why would you want to stay here? Families can be together forever! Like after we die. No need to drag on mortality.). I unthinkingly wished them a merry Christmas as they left.
But in the end it was a very uplifting visit and I realized that I like meeting with people from other religions. Being around other religions makes me examine my own. It makes me think about it from an outside perspective and want to learn it better and live it better. Sure we have our differences. The Baptists clapped at the Thanksgiving sing-in after the LDS bishop announced we would not be clapping, as is the Mormon tradition. Jehovah's Witnesses don't celebrate Christmas. Latter-day saints don't drink coffee. But we all read the same book, we all believe in Jesus Christ, we all are doing the best we can to follow what he taught.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Beautiful Life
PTSD recently resurfaced making me feel irrational, depressed and dissatisfied with my life. For three weeks it was difficult to find anything positive. Now, I'm not saying I'm an extremely positive person. I know I'm not. However, I have always been able to find something beautiful about my environment. It didn't matter where we were living, I could appreciate the view, the old barn, the antique door knob, something! Even in the should-have-been-condemned-house in Vineyard with holes in the walls and windows, mice everywhere, and a coal burning stove for heat, I found beauty.
Yet, with PTSD, my Christmas festive apartment, my beautiful baby, my cozy reading corner, and wonderful husband meant nothing. Everything was ugly. I was useless. My marriage failing. My parenting pointless. But in reality nothing had changed about my life, which I had loved just a few weeks before. The only thing that had changed was in my mind, and I didn't know what that was or what had caused it.
Then one day in the shower (all good ideas come in the shower, don't they?) I had the idea to start a blog about the beauty in my life to help keep me focused on the positive. I don't think I'm going to tell anyone about it (except probably my husband because I tell him everything), and of course I would love to have the blog "be discovered" and take off and make money as a mommy blogger, but I doubt that will happen, and I don't think that was why I was inspired to start this blog. I think it sole purpose is to help me stay focused on the positive and the good in my life. I think it is to help me be able to look back and remember that I have a beautiful life that is a miracle meant just for me.
Yet, with PTSD, my Christmas festive apartment, my beautiful baby, my cozy reading corner, and wonderful husband meant nothing. Everything was ugly. I was useless. My marriage failing. My parenting pointless. But in reality nothing had changed about my life, which I had loved just a few weeks before. The only thing that had changed was in my mind, and I didn't know what that was or what had caused it.
Then one day in the shower (all good ideas come in the shower, don't they?) I had the idea to start a blog about the beauty in my life to help keep me focused on the positive. I don't think I'm going to tell anyone about it (except probably my husband because I tell him everything), and of course I would love to have the blog "be discovered" and take off and make money as a mommy blogger, but I doubt that will happen, and I don't think that was why I was inspired to start this blog. I think it sole purpose is to help me stay focused on the positive and the good in my life. I think it is to help me be able to look back and remember that I have a beautiful life that is a miracle meant just for me.
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