The STING!!

I think keeping track of a blog is a lot harder than people think. I really don't enjoy it that much. But I am thinking for now it is a good way to journal my thoughts.  I had an interesting week last week and it was very appropriate considering Testimony meeting was on Sunday. Although I didn't share it in public I still intrigued by the testimony that I gained from such a week.

My dad graciously took my two little girls to play in Kanarraville and I was aware a certain family member was there.  Although she and I have agreed to disagree her lashing was something I have never experienced. Nonetheless, the story goes as follows.  I told my little girl Attie that she was not allowed to go inside my sisters house because they were there to play outside and visit their grandparents.  I had no idea what one little comment would blow into.  Needless to say my niece commented to her mother that "Sadie must not like you because Attie can't come in our house" And how did I know my niece said that-well let me share.. My sister sent me a beautiful explanation of how much she doesn't care for me and assumes that I didn't care for her either. She ranted and raved on how I need to handle things more like a woman of God and how she will pray for me. It was quite the email. Very self-righteous and very critical. By the time I was done reading I was laughing on the floor at the obsertity to this email.  I couldn't help but respond with slight sarcasm of how grateful I was that she pointed out my need for much prayer and godliness. I responded by asking her to let me know when she would be translated.  I did call her house because I think two adults could speak to each other but all I got was voicemail. But she landed another email of how she heard my message and couldn't believe how immature I am. 

I was in dismay.  All because of what HER daughter said.  She never asked me what I meant by my comment to my daughter.  She never asked me why I would say that.  Her husband must just take a beating. But I left it alone because I knew my heart and I knew I was pure and true and right on for not allowing my children in her home. 

It wasn't until the next day when I woman yelled at me for texting to much and not paying enough close attention to my children at the park. She told me I was a terrible mother and that she should call CPS on me and how my husband probably works hard all day only to come home to a woman sitting and eating bon bons.  I was devastated because moments before that I asked her to let me know if my children were bothering her children on the tennis court.  It was crazy.  If she only knew I was texting my daughter who was alone and babysitting some children who were sleeping. 

After these two days of dismay I can honestly say I KNOW that when they talk about the Lord taking the Sting from you, it is real.  I felt a warm blanket that day my sister lost it on me via email. I felt the Holy Ghost pick me up and say you are loved. I know that I am doing the best I can right now.  I know I am a good person and I know the scriptures can change behavior.  I felt that change. Is it perfected yet? Hell NO! But I am sure trying to become the daughter of God my sister thinks I am not.  I love my Heavenly Father and I am pretty sure it is the same on my sister prays too but maybe not.

I felt compassion and empathy for these two poor women that in some way their lives were suffering or lacking something to just lay it on me.  I am grateful for the support of a good husband who loves me and supports me. He was amazed at how strong I was. Infact, I had to back him off from giving it to my sister. I think I am strong, I am full of faith and I really need it more than ever right now.  But I know now what the Savior did for me in the Garden of Gethsemne-He took the sting from me. I can endure and serve thru these trials with my head held high with greatness, humility, and love.  I pray for these two ladies, and I pray that I may always recognize my own nothingness and be more willing to love others and react the way I would want to be reacted upon.