see those as the Savior see's them

Last night as I was reading the scriptures I had an overwhelming feeling about those I know who do not know the gospel or those who are not living righteous lives and how their lives will be after this world. Those I thought about made my heart ache. I could understand how Either felt when mourned for those who are not righteous. My heart was mourning and a great feeling of anxiety came over me that I had to do something,  but what could I do? I read in the Ensign sept 2009 issue article "What to do about Leigh" and my answer came and anxiety gone. Though the article speaks of same sex attraction it applies to everyone not living or has not had the opportunity to live the gospel. The phrase that caught me was that it is not responsibility to heal it is the Saviors. Mine is to be obedient in his teaching and love. Love. Love. Love. Though I am not perfect, neither is anyone else on this earth. The Lord guides me and he will guide those I love back to him.

Sing a Song

What a beautiful Sacrament meeting today. First of all, I was so irritated with my children that I was dreading sacrament meeting in the first place and I am still super tired. I am still trying to figure out my cycle and getting used to being in control of my body instead of my emotions controlling me. I still need a few more months to figure it out. anyway. Sacrament meeting started and the row in front of us was our entertainment. Their daughter dropped the bread tray all over the floor and their sun kicked the water tray. All I could do was laugh because they were laughing and it gave me perspective that yes this is a sacred ordinance, but life happens, kids happen. Ahhh, I took a big deep breath after the show and was filling better and could manage my children. The bishop got up and announced that our meeting would be a musical meeting and I lit up. I love these!! The first hymn was. It was a quartet of violinist of young women of different ages. It was squeaky, off, but beautiful. The words bring in the spirit not the squeaky violins. Next was an organist performing "Joseph's First Prayer". Amazing!! There was a speaker who spoke about singing and being active in singing. Lastly the speaker asked for an impromptu choir to come up and sing "I know that my Redeemer lives". It wasn't the best, but all I could picture these members dressed in white and really singing to the savior and testifying of him. Beautiful. The closing hymn was "how firm a foundation" and Mason knows this song. The whole primary knows this song and I was touched, again, by their small voices mixed in with the grown-ups. I needed today. My  gratitude to my Heavenly Father for blessing me this day. My family is thankful too. Mom is no longer grumpy.