*nudge nudge*

It seems that whenever I tend to start to find things to complain about, Heavenly Father gives me patient, tender little nudges to remind me how much I have.

When I become frustrated about things with Janie, a much more challenging situation is brought to my attention or memory.

When I am wishing away my freckles, as if on cue my mind proceeds to thoughts of someone who aches to have hers back again.

When I miss my mother, I am somehow able to hold onto faith, and I feel hope and gratitude for both medical developments and for what will be a joyful resurrection.

When I start to feel that life has handed me a basket of lemons and I wonder where the bowl of cherries got to, I sip lemonade to the tune of words from sweet Marjorie Pay Hinckley:

"... I do know that the Lord has a right to expect a lot of me. Sometimes the commitment gets a little heavy and sometimes I wonder if I can really do this.
Then I think of all that I have been given, and it is easy to get up and do a little something more.
...
The road has not been paved all the way for any of us. We all have a small place in our hearts where we store our sorrows and disappointments.
But are there not days when you are simply overwhelmed with the blessings of the Lord?"


[it's like borrowing sugar from a neighbor. Fill your cup.]