I really do not have it that bad. This post is not meant in any way to be a complaint. Sometimes, especially lately, I have had moments of feeling forsaken when I couldn't walk, or when I have had other problems, mostly related to my health. Luckily, those moments have been just moments. I have been lifted. Sometimes, through prayer. Sometimes, through music, especially when hearing my new two-year-old today singing "You Are My Sunshine" from start to finish. Sometimes, because of a scripture or Conference talk I read. Sometimes, through the help of others. Sometimes, through inspiration to help someone else. Sometimes, just because of a few words from a friend or family member. Often, because of my funny and weird kids. Or your weird kids. Frequently, because of my hard-working and kind husband who can cook AND get all four kids to bed by himself most nights. I am lifted heavenward by those around me. Thank you for being one of those who lifts me up. You are an answer to my prayers. I can't express adequately how much I appreciate it.
I am constantly lifted up, and I love that I keep getting chances to improve and to remember that He will not fail me or forsake me, even when my medicine makes me get no sleep for several nights in a row, a fat face, and extra acne. He will not fail or forsake my children, even when they can't stop fighting with or annoying each other. He will not fail or forsake my completely exhausted husband. He will not fail or forsake you, no matter what your trials and weaknesses are. Such comfort really is priceless. Plus, you can always change your pillowcase if you have one of those pillows wet with tears. Unless you forgot to wash your laundry, or you left it in the washer for three days and have to re-wash it because it stinks. If that happened, you can just flip your pillow over and start over on the other side until you receive the priceless comfort that can come.