Happiness, Your Heritage

My thoughts on President Uchtdorf's talk Happiness, Your Heritage

My husband cooks very similar to President Uchtdorf. Since we have only known President Uchtdorf for a few years I love to see the humor and humility when he starts a talk off like this. He seems almost human.

Weary! That's me. I feel like every morning I wake up, put on my fightin' clothes and go 18 rounds/hours and then hit the hay to rest up. The rest up is never enough time to let old wounds heal and muscles to stop shaking. I feel like I’m very weary, discouraged and very inadequate to deal with the problems that are facing my little family.

He hit the nail on the head for me:

I am not suggesting that we can simply flip a switch and stop the negative feelings that distress us. This isn’t a pep talk or an attempt to encourage those sinking in quicksand to imagine instead they are relaxing on a beach. I recognize that in all of our lives there are real concerns. I know there are hearts here today that harbor deep sorrows. Others wrestle with fears that trouble the soul. For some, loneliness is their secret trial.

But he gives us hope.

God's Happiness--"Creating and being compassionate are two activities that we as His spirit children can and should emulate."

Creating: So then why am I so tired and weary in this work? Why do my teenagers cause such anxiety in my breast? Why am I so nervous every time they leave the house? Why am I so wracked with grief that I screwed up? Why can't they treat their siblings and parents with kindness and love? WHY? WHY?

And the other things I create? The world doesn't value them and likewise neither does my family. My only hope is that like with my mother, when I'm gone they will see only the good creations of my hands and appreciate them. I love writing, but never had time. I love sewing but never have time (except right before the next pack meeting or court of honor). I love taking pictures, but they stay locked up in my computer. I would love to water color more, but I'm not good and it makes such a mess.

Compassionate: I think I have lost my compassionate bone. I don't even know where to go and find it. I just hope that I'm ready when called upon. I hope that my instrument is in tune when called upon.