For some reason, even after sleeping so well last night...I was exhausted today. I couldn't quite make myself do very much. That worries me a bit but, I have to remember what a tough week this has been... so maybe I am still trying to recoup from that? Also when Lee came home today from school, he said he was going to take a quick nap before his basketball game. I asked him to set his alarm and he said he would. I was going to stay up to make sure he didn't over sleep, but then I feel asleep myself. When he woke me up, he was so upset...for every minute they are late the coach makes them run a mile. He said "Mom, I am going to have to run 10 miles now before the game". Oh, I felt so bad, not that it was my fault but... most Moms would have been up and cooking dinner at that time instead of sleeping. Lee kept telling me it wasn't my fault, but somehow I felt like it was. Why can't I be healthy and have energy like other Moms? Why does everything I do, effect my body so hard? I really feel like my kids have Mothered me more these past 2 years, than I have Mothered them. That is sad. Ok, I am not going to talk about this anymore. I just need to chalk this up, as one of my BIGGER THAN ME DAYS and start fresh again tomorrow!
Anyway, I will share tonight, just a sweet short Christmas story that I read today. Simple but profound. I hope you enjoy it and remember the true meaning of this wonderful time of the year.
"At home in a hidden-away corner, I have a small black walking stick with an imitation silver handle. It once belonged to a distant relative. Why do I keep it for a period now spanning more than 70 years? There is a special reason. As a small boy I participated in a Christmas pageant in our ward. I was privileged to be one of the three Wise Men. With a bandana about my head, Mother's piano bench cover draped over my shoulder, and the black cane in my hand. I spoke my assigned lines. "Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him" ( Matthew 2:2) I vividly remember the feeling of my heart as the three of us "Wise Men" looked upward and saw a star journeyed across the stage, found Mary with the young child Jesus, then fell down and worshipped Him and opened our treasures and presented gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
I especially liked the fact that we did not return to the evil Herod to betray the baby Jesus but obeyed God and departed another way.
The years have flown by, but the Christmas cane continues to occupy a special place in my home; and in my heart is a commitment to Christ. ~ Thomas S. Monson
"Wise men still seek Him"
"Let us keep Christmas beautiful without a thought of greed. That it might live forevermore to fill our every need. That it shall not be just a day, but last a lifetime through. The miracle of Christmastime, that brings God close to you." ~ Ann Schultz
