In the flurry of everyday life, I find myself often shaking my head at myself for stupid things I’ve done during the day wondering if my kids will grow up sane. Or I kneel at night wondering if what I’m doing is benefiting or hindering my children. I think I get down on myself too often and really wonder how my children will ultimately turn out.
Then, as a gift from my Heavenly Father, He gives me sweet moments of insight that tell me ‘Sami, you are doing alright’ and that makes it worth it. These moments give me the assurance I need to continue.
-During our morning devotional it was Jaime’s turn to play the piano for the morning hymn. She was playing We Thank Thee Oh God for a Prophet. The kids know that one really well. They were all singing and the piano was playing and I almost felt removed from the situation for a moment and was able to watch as an outsider. The spirit was so strong and the love so thick. I was unable to sing for a few measures. A beautiful scene to remember always.
-Sacrament meeting gets easier and easier as the kids get older, but it’s still a struggle. A few Sundays ago we were getting ready to start the sacrament and I looked to both sides of me and each of my children were sitting reverently ready for the prayer. During the passing of the sacrament each one sat still, passed the tray with reverence and stayed still. It was a peaceful moment for me and one in which I felt was just for me.
-Just the other day I served up lunch and as siblings they all decided they wanted to eat outside on the picnic bench. A few minutes later I look out there and they are all sitting together eating and laughing and chatting. They stayed like that for 10 minutes. It was such a sweet moment to me. Their relationships are so strong. They are typical siblings but they are strong in their relationships and they love each other very much.
-We’ve had the opportunity to be the bus for a few events lately. It’s fun to fill the van and watch the kids in the back enjoying their time with each other. Just this last Saturday we had a van full and as we were driving home, our kids and the extra’s we had started chanting ‘Party at the Thompson’s’. I’m so glad that other people feel comfortable and loved in our presence. I’m grateful that our house is a party house and our kids’ friends want to be here.
I’m so grateful for my Heavenly Father and his knowledge of me. I’m grateful for His undying devotion to my happiness and success here on earth. I can’t imagine not knowing of His love and therefore not ever taking opportunity to feel that love.
This next week as I prepare for General Conference I hope to be worthy of feeling His love sent to us through His prophet and apostles.
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