Joy Cometh in the Morning...

Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalms 30:5. ..I believe it was around 6 a.m., I became a grandma for the second time on May 29th of 2010. He is beautiful, healthy and perfect. He weighed in at 9lbs 2ozs exactly like his big brother. Holding him makes me feel like everything is right in the world. His cute little newborn sounds and smell, and the way he snuggles against me. I am so thankful to my Father in Heaven for His beautiful tender mercies; my two wonderful grandsons, a beautiful daughter who is a natural at motherhood, and her amazing husband. We are truly blessed. To the end that myglory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever. Psalms 30:12

Today I again learned of my constant need for the atonement in my life. There are and will be times in our lives when we feel we do not have the strength or courage to go on. Life at times seems to hard to bear. I have testimony that in those times as we turn to God we do not bear them alone. Sometimes even in the midst of a trial I am amazed that I am able to bear up under it and know that God is literally carrying the load for me so much so that I cannot even feel it. I will be thinking, "shouldn't i be in the midst of despair, yet I feel perfect peace." Neal maxwell said, "here have been and will be times in each of our lives when such faith must be the bottom line. You don't know what is happening around you, but you know that God loves you, and knowing that, for the moment is enough."

I want to have the faith to know that whatever God requires of me, whatever trial I may have to pass through I will be able to gain from the experience and come to know my God and Savior even more intimately.

Emerson

My grandson loves me:) It just makes me smile. He is so happy to see me and I love that soooo much. Kristi sent me these adorable pictures tonight just to make me miss him more...

Mark's Prom

I found myself getting very emotional watching my son head out for his first prom. There is something very inspiring--(is that the right word or just spiritual?)--in watching your teenage son taking steps toward manhood. Mark did that tonight, and when I look at the pictures I took my heart just swells!