Heartstrings

So many things have pulled on my heartstrings today.

I just got back from my Stake President Temple Recommend Interview. That's a lot of words that mean: I was asked many questions by an amazing Priesthood leader, to see if I am worthy to enter the temple. It is definitely not the only test that makes me cry, but it is the only test that makes me smile. When you take away all the fluff and drama of life, it comes down to these simple questions. I DO have a belief in my Savior, Jesus Christ and in His atoning sacrifice. I DO believe in modern-day prophets. I DO feel worthy to enter the House of the Lord.

So many thoughts have been weighing on my mind lately. Some I share, most I don't.

My son had a successful "playdate" with a new boy in our ward. Ryan got off work early so he could have a snowball fight with the boys. My heart took many pictures.

Brynlie is starting to deal with the real life issue of FRIENEMIES. People who are (or act like) your friend, but then turn on you and treat you like dirt. It brings up so many questions, such as: Where do I draw the line between letting my kids learn life lessons and protecting them from being permanently damaged? How involved do I get in my child's issues? Why do girls have to be so @#!*% mean sometimes?

There's a program in my church called Visiting Teaching. It means I get the opportunity to know other women on a personal basis. My "companion" and I get invited into other women's homes to laugh, talk, and cry with each other. It is a way for us to gain compassion and true Christ-like charity for others. The whole world needs this program.

Today I sat on a friend's couch and vented for hours. Everyone needs loyal friends they can vent with, who don't take life or problems too seriously.

My favorite quote of the day:

Lindsey: "Mom, when will Jesus make the ground have grass again?" I think she has officially entered the hum-drum days of winter. Spring can not come soon enough.

So after a busy but fulfilling day, I have much on my mind and peace in my heart.

And it's making me giggle that my computer filter keeps changing the word " @#!*% " to "@%!*". Speaking of which, here is a conversation Ryan had with Logan yesterday, while driving him to preschool:

Logan: Dad, can I pick the next song we listen to?
Ryan: No, Honey, because we are almost to your school. There it is. See it?
Logan: Oh, ya. @#!*% .

I sware I did not teach him that word, and he got a stern talk from his Daddy about not saying that word anymore. But it's made me laugh all day.