Journaling My Blessings

I need to do more of this:

“When our children were very small, I started to write down a few things about what happened every day. Let me tell you how that got started. I came home late from a Church assignment. It was after dark. My father in law, who lived near us, surprised me as I walked toward the front door. . . . I knew that he had been building a system to pump water from a stream below us up to our property.”He smiled, spoke softly, and then rushed past me into the darkness to go on with his work. I took a few steps toward the house, thinking of what he was doing for us, and just as I got to the door, I heard in my mind–not in my own voice–these words: ‘I’m not giving you these experiences for yourself. Write them down.’”I went inside. I didn’t go to bed. Although I was tired, I took out some paper and began to write. And as I did, I understood the message I had heard in my mind. I was supposed to record for my children to read, someday in the future, how I had seen the hand of God blessing our family. Grandpa didn’t have to do what he was doing for us. . . . But he was serving us, his family, in the way covenant disciples of Jesus Christ always do. I knew that was true. And so I wrote it down, so that my children could have the memory someday when they would need it.”

Henry B. Eyring, “O Remember, Remember,” Ensign, Nov. 2007, 66 67

I’m striving to write more of my blessings down. I hesitate to share them online all the time, but I do occasionally share them here. One small thing that happened last week:

I was shopping for my Liberty Girls group and I needed a two boxes that I wasn’t sure would be at the store since I had cleaned off their shelf last time I had shopped there. The item was a 4×4 inch craft box to decoupage. It wasn’t something that I considered popular, and last time I had bought the other boxes, I found some in the clearance section. So, I thought that maybe they were clearing them out and not getting anymore in. I really needed two more. So I prayed in my heart that I’d find them. I had already tried another store location, and it didn’t even carry the boxes.

I managed to get all 5 of my kids into the store for a quick trip, and we headed on back to the craft section. The isle I thought the boxes would be on didn’t have the boxes. I proceeded to keep looking for the other items I needed without letting the fact that I couldn’t see any boxes bother me. After finding some small rose bunches for rose crowns, I went back to the isle I thought the boxes would be on. I looked and noticed that there was a spot for them, but frames were in the place the boxes should have been. I took a deep breath and decided to bend over and look behind the frames. It took faith for me, but I had pictured two boxes for the girls that had missed our last Liberty Girls meeting. As I moved the frames out of the way, I found exactly two boxes! I thanked my Heavenly Father profusely as I raced my kids and my loot to the checkout. As the cashier was scanning the items, I noticed that the eight small silk rose bunches that I thought were $1.76 each were actually $1 each! Yay! Our Liberty Girls budget was saved the $6+ expense. Again I thanked my Heavenly Father for blessing me even in small ways!