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Sunday Musings of the Spirit: Perspective

Ever have one of those weeks?  It has been one doozie of a week for me, filled with pain (root canal), inconvenience (no water), and a million-and-one other reasons excuses to complain.  It is easy to get wrapped up in the problems of the day, and become stressed.
I imagine John was stressed, too, but he greeted one piece of bad news after another with calmness and a smile.  He took to heart his mantra, "It's an adventure, and adventures usually work out."  I really love that man!

The fact is, this life is an adventure, and the ups and downs really won't matter much in the end.  I need to hang on to my hat and enjoy the ride.  Granted, sometimes I'm a merry-go-round girl on a roller-coaster life, but that's OK.  When life gets a bit overwhelming, I need to remember what is really important. 

In a Relief Society general meeting in 1999, Sister Mary Ellen Smoot presented the following statement:

"We are beloved spirit daughters of God, and our lives have meaning, purpose, and direction. As a worldwide sisterhood, we are united in our devotion to Jesus Christ, our Savior and Exemplar. We are women of faith, virtue, vision, and charity who: Increase our testimonies of Jesus Christ through prayer and scripture study. Seek spiritual strength by following the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Dedicate ourselves to strengthening marriages, families, and homes. Find nobility in motherhood and joy in womanhood. Delight in service and good works. Love life and learning. Stand for truth and righteousness. Sustain the priesthood as the authority of God on earth. Rejoice in the blessings of the temple, understand our divine destiny, and strive for exaltation."

That is what is important.  My Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, my family, and the opportunity we all have to return to our Heavenly Father.  Remembering what is truly important helps keep all the other things in perspective.  And working together through the difficult times further deepens bonds of love. 

We are already laughing (albeit somewhat maniacally) about our "date" last night:  building a tarp to protect the freshly-poured concrete from the rain!



It looks better than it did last week ,though, and we've made some memories in the process:



Thanks for properly-working plumbing, reminders of what is really important, and for family and friends with whom to enjoy this adventure called life. 



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  1. I had one of those weeks too Kristi and I loved hearing your perspective! blessings, marlene

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  2. That's the right 'thankful thought' Things do happen and we do need to have the right spirit and to keep our attention on the right things. I think it is fantastic that when you needed it your husband encouraged you!
    Kathy

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  3. That's the right 'thankful thought' Things do happen and we do need to have the right spirit and to keep our attention on the right things. I think it is fantastic that when you needed it your husband encouraged you!
    Kathy

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  4. It seems like most everyone I know had a rough week. Things breaking and stressing them out. Your husband is a smart man. What a blessing for you and your family. Glad you have some reliable running water again. Gotta take those dates where we can get them. :)

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  5. Thanks for this post and the reminding us of all our blessings in any way, shape or form loved reading your perspective!

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