Gratitude

I have been such a complainer lately.

First- I apologize,

Second-I had an (as we Stedman's say) epiphaMy today.

What if each kick and stretch and difficult night of no -sleep -due -to -my- largeness was all I had with this sweet baby. Then I would cherish EVERY bit of it. I would not be resentful of the pain and irritation, but grateful for the time together. Do you know what I mean. It is all in perspective I think.

I really need to think more about how wonderful life is, and what a gift EVERY moment is. I appreciate all of my blessings. Lately, life has felt a lot like a big, fat, hairy, storm... and I sorta have felt like this

"And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish?" Mark 4:37-38

SCARED and annoyed that maybe we are left to ride this storm out, and it might not go so well....

but then I am comforted when I read on...

“And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith?" Mark 4:39-40

I am really glad to know that Heavenly Father has helped me out a lot more than I have even been able to recognize. Especially through the good parents, friends, family that I have and especially through Darren and Tanner.

OK. Just wanted to get that off my chest.