It’s so hard for me to believe that 10 years ago I began this blog. Just shaking my head at where the time has gone. Wow. I am so thankful I have kept at it this entire decade because I have so much healing and growth to be thankful for! Oops, ended that in a preposition but haha, it’s my blog I can do what I want. 🙂 What do you think I will be writing about in another 10 years?! Unbelievable!
We all know this blog began as a place to update on my brain tumor diagnosis and subsequent journey to follow. But, for my family (in the future) I want to share with them that I am more than my brain tumors. I hope they know that now, but regardless, I want them to look back on this blog (on my small place on the internet) and see me.
Some of you may know, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I come from generations of pioneer stock, but as I read somewhere recently, aren’t we all pioneers just in our own way? I carry the burden greatly of not being a mother in this life and the generation line breaks with me. That knowledge kills me slowly sometimes, and it was very painful and poignant this morning during Sacrament. I was sitting behind a high-school friend of mine, and I could see her sitting next to her husband and a few of her children. One of her sons was sitting next to her and he laid his head on her shoulder. Somedays, I am really strong and little things like that don’t bother me, but for some reason this Sunday I was feeling more vulnerable. (NOTE: I have been struggling with quite a bit of anxiety lately; I discontinued my anti-depressant – with doctor direction – in May; I have been feeling a lot of fear about v8x – which I may post about in the future) and with dealing with those emotions plus it being a Sunday during Sacrament I am kind a floopy mess right now. 😉 So, here I come to the blog to get all this junk out!
Back to the topic at hand: I want to share something that I did this morning with my junior companion in Ministering. (For those who may or may not be aware, Ministering is the new term for Visiting Teaching.) Life is in session and between trying to schedule a visit between myself, the sister, and my junior comp., I couldn’t get anything scheduled. So, I grabbed some blank notecards this morning and took them to church. My junior comp. and I wrote a quick note to the two sisters I am assigned to minister. I am hoping this gesture will make them feel better, because I think it sure helped me to feel better.
I guess to summarize, I think any small gesture really can go a long way. For all parties involved. I am very thankful.
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