More Holiness Give Me: Appreciation for Husband Sunday the 26th that never was.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Appreciation for Husband Sunday the 26th that never was.

I just didn't get to it.

Corey was gone camping and after church I watched movies and scrapbooked all day (in between keeping a 2 1/2 year old busy and out of my stuff) and then got depressed for being such a lazy bum.

I learned a scary lesson about myself. This is the second time this lesson has reared it's ugly head but this time it was solidified to me. I am going to be a HORRID empty nester. I get sad just thinking about it. I always think if I could just have some time to relax and do my own thing... but then when I get it, I quickly get sad and depressed. I don't want my kids to ever grow up and go away and not love me anymore.

Okay, I know that is dramatic and not true. I do want them to grow up and move out and love their new families. Of course I do. But I am going to have to learn to adjust somehow and I am not sure how to work that out. Maybe that is why all my older friends are back in school.

1 comment:

Susan said...: Kim said...You know, I feel the same way, Susan. I will have to find things to keep myself very busy when it's time for Rachel to leave the nest.
But ...
Just think of all the wonderful little grandkids in your future. If you ever have an empty nest, ...it won't be for long! ♥
Mary said...enjoy them while they are home, but there is no better feeling than knowing you've raised independent, good human beings...they will always love you even if they don't always show it, just like us with our parents!!!!; January 9, 2011 at 9:31 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

More Holiness Give Me

Monday, July 5, 2010

Appreciation for Husband Sunday the 26th that never was.

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