On a completely different note I can't let today pass without sharing my thoughts on prayer. Up until this week I have known that it was important; I've heard and taught plenty of young woman lessons on it throughout my growing up years and have felt like I had a testimony of it. But lets me honest for a minute, my prayers have completely lagged in the last little while. It seems like I just got out of the habit of saying them, and then it became something I did when I really needed something. I can look back on the last few years and see times when I have done a lot better than I am now, or at least better than I was until Wednesday. Wednesday was a rough one for me. Dane had exploding diarrhea that literally exploded everytime he pooped. So by his 4th exposition I felt deflated. Just imagine the amount of laundry that was sitting in my hamper waiting to be cleaned. And Wednesday wasn't the first day, it was day 2. By the evening I felt like I had had it up to here, and couldn't handle anymore. (Keep in mind that I'm pregnant and emotions are running pretty crazy) on top of Dane I also had what I felt like was a little drama fest with Kylie going on. She had been complaining that she was also sick, but didn't have any symptoms, other than supper winy. So when she said that she couldn't eat dinner and was going to puke I told her to leave the table and puke in the toilet. (not my mother of the year award moment) Then I heard it, the amount of puke that came out of her was insane. And unfortunately for me, it was not in the toilet. The lid was down and she puked on the toilet, and the whole bathroom was covered. I definitely felt like this was the end, the last straw, I couldn't handle it. Luckily Rob was on his way home, and was the man of the hour. He sent me out of the room to help Max and Dane with dinner and cleaned up everything, including handling more puke and showering Kylie. (He's amazing) After getting the kids in bed we had a little chat. Quitting is not the answer, and never will be, but I definitely felt like I was out of options. Thats when Rob suggested that I say my prayers out loud. My first thought was, what about just saying regular prayers, lets start with that. It seems like it is one of the simplest things in this life to do, just drop to our knees and have a conversation with our Father in Heaven. But life gets hectic and in the way. So I decided I would try it, saying my prayers out loud. If you haven't done it, you should give it a try tonight. The amount of peace and comfort that came the next morning was astounding. I can't even tell you the difference it made in our house. We seriously went from awls angry mom to nice mom overnight. I felt so calm, so we spent the day inside watching movies and throwing up (Max had now started and has had it the worst) but I didn't have that angry "I want to be outside, I hate it here" attitude I feel like I had let climb into my heart. I had a complete change of heart and it has stayed. And I know the change has been my saying my prayers each morning out loud and talking to my Heavenly Father and letting him into my heart. Not just assuming that he was going to fill in because He always does, but asking Him to be a part of my journey. My testimony of prayer has been strengthened so much this half week that I feel like there is no looking back. But because I'm human and will probably start to feel the 'I got this' attitude start to creep back in, I wanted to write down my experience. I want to remember that He is always there waiting to hear from me, and He is more than happy and willing to answer my pleas.
So here is a few pictures from the week, sorry they aren't anything fun, remember we've been inside all week. But there is always next week :)
This is pre sick Max, we dress up pretty much everyday but this one was especially interesting.
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