Blessing Galore

Two weekends ago was moving weekend. It started like any other week before moving. I was feeling very good on Wednesday AM and I started to think that things might be going better than I thought. Thursday came and I started to feel yucky at school. I came home early and threw up for fifteen minutes. I then went to the new house, met some friends, and started to clean. I felt much better and went to work on Friday. Friday morning I was tired but I thought that was just because I was feeling stressed. Friday about 11:00 I felt horrible and decided to go home and sleep for an hour before the big kids got home. That did not work out.

By 1:00 that afternoon, I was in the emergency room finding out that something was wrong. I did not know what but I knew that something was not right. By the end of the night I knew that, I had a kidney stone and that they would be putting in a stent to help me pass it. I was worried about where the kids would be whom they would be staying with and how the move was going. Luckily, I had friends and family that stepped in and took over the heavy part.

Saturday I was NPO, I do not know exactly what that is but I know it means no water or food. At lunchtime, the nurse came in and said, "Well the doctor isn't coming today so you can eat." I was happy with that because I had not eaten anything on Friday and so I ate. The doctor came in right after I ate and then said, "Well we will have to send you home to pass it." I was not happy because the morphine had started to wear off and Tylenol with Codeine is a migraine trigger.

I called a friend and she came to get me. I wanted to go home and go to bed and I was worried that my bed would not be set up. I walked through the door and my house was in the process of being of painted. Noelle's room was done except one part (which we are going to do something cool with.) My room painted and so was my bathroom. My living room was in the process of being painted.

I came home and felt the love of my friends and family. One of the issues that divorce brings is low self-esteem. You do not feel loved or worth love, I am not blaming anyone but this is one of the side effects. I knew that people liked me and were genially concerned about the children and myself. However, I did not feel worth the love that the Savior had put in place for me. My family and friends have been wonderful, and the Savior was giving them the tools I needed, but I did not feel worth of those tools. I was and I still am humbled by the love of my family and friends. I hope my children know that this love includes them also. I have told them, but again they might not feel worthy of it.

On the bad days, I am going to have to remember the blessings I have received. One of my friends on the Thursday, September 1 said to me, "Flo, you need to ask for help, people want to help but you will not let them." This made me think long and hard and Friday when I was no longer in charge of my move, help was given with open arms.

I am so grateful for the Savior of the world who loves me enough to help me through my trials in life. He has sent forth people to be my closest friends and advisors. He has given me three wonderful children, whom I love more than life itself. He has also blessed me with the Priesthood in my home and a wonderful home teacher who will drop things at the drop of a hat to help me out. How blessed I truly am.