These Times…
This is the Season
“Now, my brethren and sisters, the time has come for us to stand a little taller, to lift our eyes and stretch our minds to a greater understanding. This is a season to be strong. It is a time to move forward without hesitation, knowing well the meaning, the breadth, and the importance of our mission. It is a time to do what is right regardless of the consequences that might follow. It is a time to be found keeping the commandments. It is a season to reach out with kindness and love to those in distress and to those who are wandering in darkness and pain. It is a time to be considerate and good, decent and courteous toward one another in all of our relationships. In other words, to become more Christlike.”
A Good Feeling
A Place for Imperfect People
“Except for the Lord, we have all made mistakes. The question is not whether we will trip and fall but, rather, how will we respond? Some, after making mistakes, stray from the fold. This is unfortunate. Do you not know that the Church is a place for imperfect people to gather together—even with all their mortal frailties—and become better? Every Sunday in every meetinghouse throughout the world, we find mortal, imperfect men, women, and children who meet together in brotherhood and charity, striving to become better people, to learn of the Spirit, and to lend encouragement and support to others. I am not aware of any sign on the door of our meetinghouses that reads ‘Restricted Entrance—Perfect People Only.’ “
“Be Nice or Be Quiet”
Update continued…
New Year’s Goal #2 “Character”
“I will take my own advice and “be nice or be quiet” while mingling with the other drivers on the road. No matter how “amazingly” everyone else drives, I will keep my mouth shut and not say, ‘The nuts are loose!’ Not even once.”
How’s it going?
Welllll….I’d love to fib and tell you that I’ve been “snarky comment clean” for weeks now, but my beloved kids would rat me out. The problems start just about any time that I promise to ‘keep my mouth shut.’ You’d think I’d know better by now.
Now, mind you, it isn’t like I’m an angry, cursing fiend or anything…even on my worst day. No, I’m more of a “Pacha, WHAT are you thinking?!” or “Stay in your LANE, Sparky,” type of gal. Harmless.
At least I strive to be entertaining. (insert sheepish grin here)
Ok, ok. The fact is that my family, actually, one big, tall, nameless, bald boy–to be exact, would like me to ‘less contentious and more peaceful’ to those around me when I drive.
‘More careful and less erratic.
More quiet and less yacky.’
Freedom of speech has died at the Anderson place. Hmmph.
Nevermind that I’d like HIM to have more hair and less burping, but let’s not open THAT wound.
So, our compromise its this.
To help myself think calm, peaceful thoughts that should seal my naughty lips shut, while driving, I’ll picture the beautiful, soothing Caribbean Ocean–at sunset. Ahhhh… Yes…I’m relaxing all ready.
If I slip up, that boy I mentioned, can hum some nice, encouraging tune—Bob Marley should work. Star-Spangled Banner would be fine. Whatever.
Believe me, this beats his suggestion of squirting an ocean-like spray of Dasani water my direction. Sheesh.
This may take some time.
Pray for me.