The Hand of God In My Life

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Henry B. Eyering, one of my favorite apostles, gave a talk about keeping a journal to make note of the hand of God in our lives. What a great idea to turn a journal into something truly spiritual, rather than just a record of everyday events. This is what my blog will be today.

This morning I had a hard time getting out the door to church. I had hung the keys up where they belonged last night, but they had fallen into a box of hangers. After searching fruitlessly for awhile, I started praying that one of us would find them. DH found them just a minute after that. We were a little late, but we were in time to take the sacrament and feel the reverence of that beautiful ordinance.

DS-8 is growing up and maturing so quickly. He's been actively looking for sweet things to do for me. He offers me drinks, makes his own sandwiches, turns off all the lights, obeys without balking, etc. I know I'm supposed to be the example for him, but the last few days his attitude and demeanor have set the stage for me. Because of his efforts, I've been able to be more patient and remember that every moment is a teaching moment. We've had more smiles, greater peace, and deeper love. This is an answer to prayer that has come in a very unexpected way. He's teaching me how to be a better parent by being as kind and courteous as I should always be with others.

DS-3 is a bundle of trouble and joy. He's so curious, and his laugh is SOOOO deep and loud. He's starting to talk a little more. Recently, he started making more effort to say his own prayers, rather than mumbling incoherently after I say a phrase to him. He loves prayer time. His faith is so pure; I love feeling the Spirit when he talks to his Heavenly Father. He is teaching me again to value small moments to tune in with my Father and just appreciate His company. And he teaches me everyday how great it is to love and be loved.

Gospel Doctrine class was interesting today. As usual, there were things that weren't part of the lesson plan that just came out of my mouth. I love sharing the things the Spirit whispers while we're discussing the Gospel. There's such a beautiful feeling of oneness when everyone is learning their own personal lessons from the Lord all at the same time.

DH got an A in his class!!!!!!!!!!!!! His last class on technical writing was very difficult because the professor was nit-picking everyone on EVERYTHING. He got 97%. It's his lowest score ever for an A. He put so much work into it under pretty demanding work, home, and professor circumstances. The last weekend of the class when he and his team were supposed to be working on their final project, we planned to attend the temple with the ward. This meant five hours round trip in the car, plus the time to go through the temple session. When I reminded him of the trip Friday afternoon, he said glumly that he didn't think he'd be able to go with all the work that needed to be done on the project. I was so disappointed. I could hardly stand the thought of going without him. I prayed with all my heart that he would be able to finish what he needed to, that he would remember how very important temple blessings are in everyday life, and that he would know how much I loved being there with him. That night, he finished much earlier than he thought he would. When he said he could go to the temple with me, I was so excited I almost cried.

The Primary Presidency came to entertain the kids in the Stake Center while the parents went to the temple. The Spirit was wonderful. DH and the boys were able to sleep on the drive to the temple, so no one needed a nap while we were there. The weather was clear so that I had no problem driving. On the way home, it was raining pretty hard. DH drove, and with thin traffic we had no problems. He was able to finish his class final project, even though no one on his team contributed or finished what they were supposed to. He really had to scramble. But I sincerely believe that because he consecrated his time to go to the temple with me, he was given greater clarity of thought and objectivity.

We always love how "in love" we are when we've had any spiritual experience. Makes me want to go to the temple every day! Instead, we'll just have to work on turning our home into a temple. Not that we have any slag in our relationship. We just always feel like newlyweds after a temple date, an ordinance, a blessing, etc. Especially me. I get all ga-ga and silly. The home is second only to the temple in sacredness.

No wonder we're so in love....