I realized this morning that yesterday's post was not quite complete and it has been bugging me. This part of it is so important I don't know how I could have left it out. So let's flashback to the conversation a bit.
Him like clockwork: "I don't' like it, that's okay, I can take it anyway, I can't be liked by everyone, I can't control or fix everything, I like myself for who I am."
"It is about keep your eye single on Christ. About asking for help to get through it. That's what I did through my suffering. The things I am teaching you are the way I made it through and the only way I know. It is about saying 'Father, Be with me me as I go'."
Me: grateful.
Grateful to have a therapist who believe in sciencey stuff, attachmenty stuff , and Christ.
My friend, Janny, sent me this great link about yesterday's blog topic. Really good. Here are two quotes I loved from the talk.
“No pain that we
suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education,
to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and
humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure
it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls,
and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children
of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that
we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more
like our Father and Mother in heaven.”
“As we confront our own trials and
tribulations, we too can plead with the Father, just as Jesus did, that we
might not shrink — meaning to retreat or to recoil. Not shrinking is much more
important than surviving. Moreover, partaking of a bitter cup without becoming
bitter is likewise part of the emulation of Jesus.” Elder Maxwell
When I was growing up I had two Uncles that I desperately loved. Uncle Wayne and Uncle Randy. They both smoked. I still love the smell of cigarette smoke to this day because I loved those Uncles. I only saw them once a year. They would hug me and love on me. Uncle Wayne would call me sweetheart and give me a morning hug when he woke up when we were visiting. I must admit I adored that.
We had a little family dinner for my mother in laws 75th birthday. When we sang to her with her birthday cake it was so pitiful that I made us do it all over again. Everyone was willing because they all knew how pitiful our singing was also.
Kate with her Uncle Danny
When Kate was loving all over her Uncle Danny it reminded me of how much I loved my own Uncles. I am grateful he was willing to pay her some attention. I am grateful she has relatives close by.
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