Billy and Mirna were married on August 10th, two weeks ago today. The wedding was short and sweet, and I sang a solo after the ceremony without a piano player. But the music from the speakers worked out!
Our family friend’s children, Georgia, and Nick, were their flower girl and ring bearer. They are sooo cute and sweet! And Nick is an amazing dancer!
I was so excited to see my friend Paula! We grew up together in our church, and the man walling behind us is the person who helped heal my brother back in 1991 when Billy suffered a fractured skull and brain swelling. His name is David Duffy, a retired doctor. We love them both!
Now we are back home in Houston, and the newlyweds are adjusting to married life.
Love is one of my favorite topics, and I want need to focus my time this week on feeling more love for my family and friends. I don’t want my chronic pain or Billy’s wedding to stress me out and cause me to have a panic attack. I have a wonderful set-up in my bedroom where I have an electric recliner to support my neck, along with a window with a view of our lake and fountain. This ensures that I can withdraw from everyone.
Though it pains me to write this, Sometimes with 8 other people living in my house (one of them is my son’s friend), I’ll often lock my door and sit down with my lap top, such as right now. Because a mom has to get a short break once in a while!
In Galatians 5:22–23: it states that, “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.”
I need to serve my family more, and pray more, especially to feel the kind of love that the Lord has for all of us. I have experienced the pure love that the Holy Spirit gives us from our Savior, and felt the priesthood power as I receive blessings for illness or pain. Maybe I can love them deeper by spending more time with them and searching for small things that may want or need. And I can also work on developing more patience through my challenges by visioning myself living in a world where my body is strong again.
I’ve been bad about writing on my blog between family stress and my chronic pain due to the storms. I am used to having good days where I believe my body is getting better and am dismayed when I wake up sometimes in pain like I did this morning.
I often thought about writing my next blog post, but am only getting around to it now. I spent the day today watching General Conference and feeling personal revelation that my Heavenly Father wanted me to know, especially how he is aware of my pain, stress in my family life, and my overall frustration in life.
Writing this post has reminded me why I started this blog: to remember that Jesus Christ is my Savior. He knows me. He’s already felt my pain in Gethsemane when He atoned for my sins, and signed up to succor me through my life. And He will do this for you, too!
My son is 18 on the 18th! I can hardly believe that he has lived with Jim and I for over 13 years. He moved in with us when he was 41/2 years old with his little brother. We had the honor of adopting him in 2006.
Seth is funny, smart, sensitive and loyal. He has great potential to create his own path in life because he knows who he is: a son of God.