Good Things to Come
“Some blessings come soon, some come late and some don’t come until heaven. But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ they come.”
Lately I have been struggling to understand why bad things always happen at the wrong time. My mom always tells me “Everyone has trails… If it’s not money it will be something else like illness or marriage issues.” When I look at it that way I would rather be broke and live in a camp trailer with my wonderful husband then have cancer or be going through a divorce. But sometimes it’s hard to look at it that way and I guess that’s what I have been struggling with. I sometimes just want things that other people take for granted for example drawers for your clothes, counter space so I can cook, a bathtub so I can relax, money for food AND bills and the list goes on forever… It seems like whenever it seem things are going to be ok something else happens like a dang cut in pay or broken down car… I am sure we have all been there…
Life has been crazy stressful lately and my emotions have been on fire and yesterday I was to the point that I thought I could not take it another day so we decided we needed to go to the temple. Well today the devil was workings full blown to see that we did not make it.... we woke up to a nasty mess! Are swearing had somehow backed up and was all over the floor! Josh was heading out side to see what was going on and slipped on the dang stair the ending result of a swollen head and wrist (luckily no superglue or stitches needed.) after cleaning up the mess and getting Josh put back together and some Tylenol in him and off to work. Not feeling the greatest myself I went and got back in bed and not 10 minutes later I threw up… at this point I knew the devil was working on me 100% and my stubbornness kicked in. NOTHING was going to stop us from going to the temple… I then heard that Josh was working and somehow got hit in the head pretty hard with a shovel (once again luckily not superglue or stitches needed.) When Josh got home from work and was feeling good enough to go we headed right to the temple before anything else happened and we really had a good time. I then came home and found this AWESOME Video/Talk and I think everyone should watch it.
Sorry for this post of complaints but I guess I just need to get it all out… I know I will not live in this trailer forever and that there is GOOD THINGS TO COME!
didn't that video just make you cry?? I think every time I watch it I cry more. It is our trials that make us better people, and we definately need to keep looking forward!! :) Thanks Bay. Love you!
ReplyDeleteMy sister and her husband lived in the "love shack" for three years. Basically it was a two story storage shed and they got the upstairs. No running water or anything. They had to run into her mother inlaw's house every time they had to pee or anything else. The two of you could share lots of stories I am sure!
ReplyDeleteOH Bailey. It is those times that you will remember most, because it won't always be like that. But I am so so proud of you to have a good attitude and be persistent to get to the Temple. I agree with you 100 percent about satan not wanting you to go to the Temple. We had 100 dollars to our name when we moved to Arizona and some how we made it through. Can't wait to see you guys.
ReplyDeleteKeep just enough stubbornness to refuse to buckle under Satan's pressures! He'll keep at you, but you keep coming right back. I love the quote; here's another one by Elder Holland: "In the gospel of Jesus Christ you have help from both sides of the veil, and you must never forget that. When disappointment and discouragement strike--and they will--you remember and never forget that if our eyes could be opened we would see horses and chariots of fire as far as the eye can see riding at reckless speed to come to our protection [see Kings 6:16-17] They will always be there, these armies of heaven, in defense of Abraham;s seed."
ReplyDeleteYou are a good woman...keep your faith...this too shall pass...and good things will come.
ReplyDeleteI love you
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