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Blessings that come from paying a tithe are sometimes obvious, but more often I believe they are a lot less obvious.  Thanks to Elder Bednar for reminding us of that this last October.  There is no promise that we will not have financial trials, nor escape the worries that come with living in such a cash worshiping society.  The promise is that when we trust in God we will not be left in bondage nor will we be left alone once all is said and done.

My little observation for today is something that I believe is a testimony to that.  Long story short, both my husband and myself had a few unpaid weeks in December.  It was a little unsettling and more than a little tight, but not catastrophic.  We had been able to prepare Christmas early, and just needed to hold on until January.  During that time our dishwasher went out.  It had already been “fixed” five times that year and was completely finished.  I hate doing dishes by hand, and so do my kids, but with no other option and nine people in the home, we did a lot of dishes.  The cool part was that before we were able to get back to work in January and start collecting paychecks, we were still able to replace the dishwasher with absolutely no financial sacrifices on our part.  I love having a dishwasher again.  I know that how we found it, how it was paid for, and the relatively short time we did without were all direct consequences of paying the Lord his portion first.




Big Shoes, Small Miracles

I was thinking today about how some of the most important things are so small.  I had a wonderful day with my difficult son. The thing that made it so wonderful was that he allowed me to buy him a new pair of shoes.  It does not sound like a big deal, but it really was.  It was the first time in almost a year that he had allowed me do anything to help him out.  It was difficult for him.  I learned that I needed to first let him do something for me, then I could do something for him.  It was also a good thing for me to learn.  Also, the look on his face was inspiring.  He had actually been growing in his feet, and all of his old shoes, and even his spares were the wrong size, but he hadn’t realized it.  He thought it was just his flat feet giving him problems.  We finally went to the store, figured out what the problem was and got him some shoes that fit.  He was so much happier.  I loved seeing the relief and even excitement on his face to have shoes that fit.



Being a parent is extremely hard work.  Just the other day one of my kids seriously suggested that we clone me so that I could be in multiple places with multiple of them at the same time!  At least those ones wanted me.  On days when I feel less than optimistic, I remember what I learned during one of my more difficult trials.  Hope is akin to Faith and Charity.  All are required for us to be our best selves.  So today’s miracle is that I still have hope, a little anyway, that I may survive parenthood!   A mustard seed of hope is sometimes the first step to getting through something as God does the rest.


It is pretty amazing how little we really know another person.  Had a great discussion with one of my boys last night, and I am amazed at his depth of character, his purity of soul, his genuine charity for others, his pure motives, and his ability to forgive and love unconditionally.  I have lived with him for 13 years, but I still had no clue how amazing he really is.  He taught me to stay strong, and I suspect he will teach me as much as I will ever teach him.  It was a great Mother’s Day gift to see that side of him.  I only wish it had been under happier circumstances for him.

Faulty Memories

One of the ironies of life is that faulty memories are one of the tender mercies of life and relationships.  Rather than holding on to hurts and wrongs, sometimes it is better if we just forget them.  Of course with age and our own pride, we forget a great many things, starting with the hurts and wrongs we inflict on on others.  Three examples come to mind today.

Story 1:  Got a call from a case manager we had worked with when my husband was ill.  We had been abruptly dropped from the program over some personal differences.  I guess that was not enough to close the paperwork, and he called back almost a year later saying he needed to follow up on how we were doing.  According to his memory (and records?) we were now working (true, but not last we spoke) and he wanted to know if he could help us with some of the things he had refused us before.  What?  I decided to chalk faulty memory up to an opportunity for me to forget past wrongs in hopes that someday someone else would forget things I unknowingly hurt them with.

Story 2:  Another weird one was a family friend for whom my husband had tried to tune their piano.  The piano had been in my husband’s family many years before and was in terrible shape, and needed several hundreds of dollars worth of work.  He offered to give her a large discount on a tune and threw in a repair that affected the functioning for only the cost of parts, just to help out.  The appointment took hours, and the lady talked at him the entire time, mostly about her financial successes and every stupid thing my husband had done as a teenager.  When he finally finished, the lady pulled out $15, explained she wanted to take a big trip in a few weeks, and needed to save up on her fun money.  The fact that she had already gotten $300 worth of work for an agreed on price of $70 was irrelevant.  She is one of two people on our do not do business with list.

Anyhow, we ran into her a few months ago and she mentioned how much she enjoyed him stopping by every year and tuning her piano.  Three times she thinks he as been there. What?  It amazes me how differently two people can remember the same situation.

Story 3:  Three years ago, my husband had a bizarre reaction to a powerful medication he was taking and as one of the side effects he would suddenly fall asleep in the middle of conversations or driving.  He eventually he got to the point were he developed Swiss cheese type holes in his memory.  It is so odd to have gone through such a difficult time with someone and they don’t remember it.  In some ways I envy him.

Anyhow, our memories are miraculous things, and if we have mercy with others and ourselves, even their loss can be an advantage.