Don't Give Up

I was humbled at the grocery store the other day. I ran into the store to pick up a few items before heading home. My husband and my son were sick, I had just left church, I was headed to a birthday party for a little boy our community is celebrating, that has cancer, and I needed a few things from the store.  I rushed in, grabbed the items from the shelves, got in the shortest line I could find, skipped the usual small talk I so enjoy at this particular store, swiped my card and ran out the door. I was bound by time and needed to get stuff done. I ended up spending way more than I had anticipated, while in the store, but it did not even dawn on me until I was pulling out of the parking lot and my eyes fell on a scene that would flood me with conviction. As I flipped my blinker to signal my right turn out of the parking lot, my eye was caught by a little old lady bending over her grocery cart, outside in the cold, flipping through the coupons in her hand. She was wearing a wor

Have you ever uttered the words “I quit”, when dealing with your kids, or maybe yelled at them and screamed at them to the top of your lungs like I did the other day!?! I do believe the Holy Ghost left me for a split second while I went on a screaming rant, that had anyone other than my children heard me, I would have been cuffed, stuffed and headed straight to lock down, thrown in a padded room, probably wearing a straight jacket and given some sedatives. And now that I am seeing that written down, it doesn’t sound quite so bad. I could use a timeout. A nice quiet room, a little something to calm my nerves, no one around to make demands and throw fits when they don’t get their way. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not making light of this, or of those that really do need that treatment, but I am telling you, I was mad, stark raving mad! All I want is for my kids to clean their room. That’s it. It is only something I have been asking of them since they were 3. Pick up your toys an