Not Enough

Today started as a "Not Enough" day. One of those days where everything you do, reflected in your own eyes, is not enough. I put on a shirt. One of my favorite ones. Granted, I wore this shirt in high school, which was 6 years ago. Reflected in my own eyes I saw baby chub and love handles. I vacuumed the floor. Reflected in my own eyes I saw carpet stains. I swept the kitchen. In my own eyes I saw the need to mop. After taking all this self inflicted abuse, I finally realized Satan was at work. I went upstairs and opened one of my favorite "power inspiring' books. 'No Doubt About It' by Sherri Dew. A few pages later, as I looked at that blue shirt hanging in my closet, I no longer saw baby chub. I saw a shirt that though loved, is old. In 6 years and 2 child births my body has changed. Of course my shirt isn't going to fit like it did when I was 18. I came downstairs and my carpet looked clean. Though I have not been in my kitchen yet, I'm not going to mop it today. Today, it looks "good enough" and today, I am good enough. I am a Daughter of God. I am raising children of God. I am cultivating talents and serving others. I am doing what I need to be doing in order to return Home. Today Satan will not have me, only the Holy Ghost. I much prefer what is reflected in my eyes when He is my mirror.

Me

The decorations for our last enrichment. (I was in charge.) It went really well and obviously had a back to school theme. We called it our "Show and Tell" night. We had displays that the sisters put together about themselves and a program with talents. I gave my mother's day speech.
Lydia's 5th day of school picture. (Since I didn't get a first day picture)
Now that Lydia is riding a bike with training wheels, Colton has taken over the tricyle and he LOVES it!
Star Trek was played at an outdoor ampitheater for the students, so we went and it was so much fun! I love doing things like that. Lydia happened to be awake when we left, so we took her. She fell asleep about halfway through.
Over Labor day we went to Ohio. Mike's sister's watched the kids so we could drive up to Kirtland. I love the spirit there. I came away feeling so fortified. I think I would have loved living in that time period and Mike says the same. To work with your hands and not have to deal with all the media. A much simpler life.
Colton wasn't too excited about his tractor ride.
Papa set up a special dinner for Mama's birthday. It was so much fun to sneak around and get everything ready. Mike's little sister might not say so though. She got in trouble for not helping Mama when she was working on getting things ready for Mama's date!
Best Buddies.

This last picture is for the photography blog I follow. The topic this week is 'Machine' I took this one because I feel like a dish washing machine. Every day . . . they never end. But, I have two hands that work, I have food that gets plates dirty.

The theme for last week was 'Me' At first, I thought of taking a picture of my dishes. ha ha. Well, I did get a picture of the dishes, but then I thought to myself, I am so much more than a dishwasher. I didn't want to just take a picture of my kids. (I have lots of those pictures.) Anyway, I took a picture of my hand, but it didn't turn out very well. My hands do all those things that make me 'me' I have my wedding ring, my painted fingernail (courtesy of Lydia.) Well, since my photo didn't turn out well, I thought I would post a poem I wrote this week. I enjoy writing, but I haven't done it in a long time. It's one of those things that makes me 'me.'

My son in my arms soon will not be.
First 5, then 12 and then 23.
The years of toiling and serving and sweat
Will end though I'm not ready yet.
Their innocence will slowly be lost like a dream
and with it my joy like milk from the cream
What will I do when my children move on?
Will my sense of fulfillment then be gone?
They are my life, my joy, who I am.
I, just a sheep, with my little lamb.

~Some of you have asked what photography blog I follow. It is missiontwentyfour.blogspot.com