As I've been reading Conference Talks, I was touched by one by Elder Neil L. Anderson. He spoke of healing. Not in a physical sense, although that is also within the purview of the Lord, but about spiritual healing. When we've done something wrong, and everyone has, we should rightly feel guilt. Sometimes we feel shame. Some say that these feelings are not valid, they are bad and unproductive, and I agree in part. Those feelings are horrible, but they are not unproductive if they lead you to real repentance and a change for the better in your life. We are counseled to come unto Christ, so that He may heal us. There is no sin that cannot be forgiven. There is no wrong that cannot, in the end and with proper steps taken, that cannot be wiped clean. I'm grateful for this promise--because the world needs peace and I need mercy. (That's another quote from one of the apostles). I'm so grateful for so many things--not the least of which is the opportunity to ...
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i can see you went to curves. i've had friends who went there who weren't very satisfied with it. by the way, when i read your blog last, i forgot to read the archives. now i feel shallow for not mentioning the touching entry about the girl who was killed by running for the bus. (because i hadn't i hadn't thought enough to read your WHOLE blog, although somehow i thought i did)i even went to her web site and read the notes her friends left until i couldn't see the screen through my tears. you have a great blog. i'm so glad you found mine so that i could find yours. please don't stop writing. and don't give up on finding a gym.
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet! I'm glad I found your blog as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll continue to search for a gym. We shall see. I need something.
I drove by the flower and teddy bear and candle memorial for Nadia yesterday. It just seems to keep growing. It's been hard on the kids, very hard.
my brother lost a friend of his in junior high, i believe. the kid fell off his father's tractor while it was running. it ran over his head. my brother is 29 now. it still haunts him. whenever he feels like he's slacking, he feels guilty for having a life that his friend no longer has. i think this is typical of people who are left behind, grieving. the guilt of survival. we are such fragile creatures.
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