Anyone who knows me even a little knows about the crazy life I've been leading for the last little while. Funny how things seem to grow more crazy without you even realizing it. I lost my planner about a 10 days ago. And anyone who knows me even a little knows that I call that inexpensive piece of leather 'My Brain' only because it is. It holds EVERYTHING. On top of the basics of where I should be and when, phone numbers and addresses of most all my extended family and long-time friends, it also holds my debit, & credit cards, check book, drivers license, temple recommend and business card for most every doctor Dylan has ever been to. All that...gone.
My computer died. The sound disappeared one day and I just thought the sound card had become loose. I opened it up and it was out. So I put it back in and after everything was all put back together, no picture. I thought it was the video card, which I tried and tired and tried again. And...dead.
Last nite I went down into the crawl space of our house which holds much of our storage. The traditional baby stuff and clothes from Dylan I hope Jared will grow into, cd's from teen-age years, scrap booking goods, food storage, journals of life until now and all things Christmas, and of course the big box of Halloween goods. I began to crawl down there when Dylan said 'Mom, I hear something, what does zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, mean?' I looked about and found not one but two high pressure sprays coming from two different parts of pipe making a considerable mess. Not only with the water destroying the cardboard boxes that our belongings were in, but also the mold that was collecting on everything else that was not made of cardboard.
Last nite I went down into the crawl space of our house which holds much of our storage. The traditional baby stuff and clothes from Dylan I hope Jared will grow into, cd's from teen-age years, scrap booking goods, food storage, journals of life until now and all things Christmas, and of course the big box of Halloween goods. I began to crawl down there when Dylan said 'Mom, I hear something, what does zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, mean?' I looked about and found not one but two high pressure sprays coming from two different parts of pipe making a considerable mess. Not only with the water destroying the cardboard boxes that our belongings were in, but also the mold that was collecting on everything else that was not made of cardboard. And even as I type this...it all doesn't not sound that bad. But I guess all this in conjunction with not being able to sleep well, children who've been very defiant during the last week, and mourning the end of my marriage had taken its toll. I have felt hurt, alone, and confused. I have had my times of wallowing in self-pity, overwhelmed with feelings of not being worthy, and coming to terms of my sense of guilt, feeling as though I've not been deserving or worthy of any blessing let alone being loved. It has been a trying week.
In the last couple of days I've started putting my planner together. I've gotten new debit and credit cards, new planner and I'm taking those steps to make it okay again. But no one has tried to do anything with the sensitive information in 'My Brain.'
I got my computer back today. I understand that the problem was some infected memory, that didn't really take that much time to clean up. He gave it back to me free of charge. (THANK YOU TRENT!!!)
My bishop and Tom Salas, came over took care of my pipes, finding that I didn't really have two holes, I had three holes in my pipes, and fixed all three. What it a blessing that they fixed them, Yes and also a blessing they found the third while they were at it. The charge....nothing, but it was noted that if I made cookies, they wouldn't be turned down either.
I had MULTIPLE phone calls today, wanting to make sure that the water would be back on soon, could they please bring dinner, what did I need, and could they please help.
I had another neighbor mow down the back half of my acre to keep things in check as winter moves in.
The young women stained my deck for me while I was in class.
My parents care for my 3 (at times TRYING) peeps, 3 nights a week while I am at work.
I have a friend that takes me out to lunch, (her treat) while she thinks she is getting the better end of the deal, (which is NOT true by the way!!!)
A simple e-mail from a friend in Belgium is enough to lift my spirits any day.
And the list goes on and on....And as it does, how can I not feel loved. So many who individually do small and simple things that as a whole in my life, I see great things come to pass.
Know that it is thru YOU that I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. And right now in my life, that knowledge is truly priceless. Thank You
Dylan wearing the "Davey Crockett" cap.
Dylan, Taylor & Jared all coming down at the same time. 
