Author Unknown

My life is but a Weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

Cloud

 Cloud passed away quietly October 5, 2012.

Stop This Train! I Want Off!

How can life be so great and so terrible at the same time.

Today I see life as it is at this moment and that this moment will never return. How sad to think about.

I know what happens. My children are with me for a little while. Little by little the innocent giggles of childhood turn into complex confused emotional cries of teenagers. It will be hard to sit by and watch as my teenage children start to make the early decisions that will help shape the rest of their lives. Oh! What did I get myself into? This parenting thing!

A Poem I Found

When Vaun got off his mission he brought with him a binder full of inspirational stories, poems and quotes. Here is one that I like:

I Can't Do Everything

I can't do everything
I know because I've tried.
Tried to tell myself I could,
and then found out I lied.

I believed with all my heart
that I should do it all.
But I can't do everything.
And when I try I fall.

I can't please everyone.
I know because I've tried.
I needed the love so much.
Sometimes I've compromised.

But the more I live and learn.
The more I clearly see.
That I can't please anyone
until I'm pleased with me.

So here I am asking with all my heart
for the feeling I have been dreaming of.
Just fill the empty feeling that keeps us apart
and help me find myself in Your love.

Because I can't do anything
without some help from above.
And I can't please anyone
until I know I'm loved.

And I believe I'm loved

-Shannon Denton

Thankfully I have lived enough to learn most of these lessons myself. Except I keep forgetting from time to time that I can't do life by myself, and I don't like the reminders that come to remind me.

Where Did the "Me" Go?

I can see it happening to me. Gone are the days of "never ending" youth. I watch as my body obeys the laws of nature. To accept it is wise. So, that is my trade off; youth for wisdom.

I find myself wanting the youthful look of my twenties. I even feel sad that I will never recapture that. Now, I am in my mid-thirties. When I am forty-five what will I want to take back from my thirties?

Trying to hold on to youth is like trying to stop the seasons from turning into another.

Going someplace else in my mind today...

On days like today my memories are treasures; gifts really. They may not always be in the front of my thoughts, but they are there waiting to be recalled. I guess you could survive just about any hardship with a large stash of happy memories.

Life can be bitter...but life was sweet today!

Really wish that I had a recorder at church today. Allison will be turning twelve this week. She is excited but apprehensive at the same time. She said that she will no longer be the oldest in Primary, but the youngest in Young Womens. Welcome to your new life Allison....:)  She bore a sweet testimony today also. She said she was looking forward to drawing closer to the Lord. And that this new step in her life would help her do that. I am happy and proud of the young lady she is becoming.