Sad Day...

I just wanted to take a second and blog about yesterday. I wanted to do it yesterday, but just couldn't bring myself to. Yesterday marked the 3rd anniversary of my mother's passing. Again I wondered why the date on the calendar has such a dramatic impact on my feelings and emotions. I was near tears most of the day and shed many as well. I was blessed by the chance to have lunch with my Mother-in-Law and am so grateful for her sensitivity to my emotions yesterday. We had a nice visit and a yummy lunch. So Thanks so much Bjorg for that. It was wonderful.

Once again I tried to use yesterday to reflect on all the ownderful memories I have of my mother. She taught me so much and I will forever be grateful to her for that. She gave me many ocasions to laugh in in typical teenage style many reasons to cry or be upset, but she taught me well and raised me well.

I am so grateful for my knowledge and faith that families are forever; that I will one day be reunited with my mother and other loved ones in the glory of my Heavenly Father. it helps so much to provide comfort when I am missing her so much. I am thankful for a Savior who took upon him the sins and pains of this world. And I am grateful to know that he is always with me, that he helps to carry me when I am feeling low or unable to carry myself.

Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking

along the beach with the Lord.

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,

other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed

that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,that if I followed you,

you would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life

there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,

“The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,

my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936

This is one of my favorite poems of all time and it is what I think about on those low days. I know that my Savior Jesus Christ has carried me in his arms in some of my most trying times. and I know that it was Jesus who carried my mom through her most difficult days during her 3 year battle against cancer. I also know that she is with Him in heaven and that one day both of them will greet me with a smile, a hug and a "welcome home".