Cure for the blues

It feels like I've been walking around with a storm cloud over my head for the past two years.  I think that's just my perception. Ever notice when you get the blues it colors your memories? I've been a pretty good journaler in the past but the last year has been especially challenging because life has just gotten busier. So, tonight, as I waded in the doldrums of life, I decided to take a peek into my life as it was a year ago to see if it was really as bad as I was imagining. What I found really surprised me.  During that time I made it a goal to find the positive in life. This journal entry really gave me the giggles and I'm so glad I recorded it to remind myself that there is always a bright side to every situation.

Prayers.  We say a lot of them.  Jacob especially loves to pray at mealtime.  He often gets upset if he is not chosen to say the prayer and will offer his own after whoever gives the prayer is done – if he’s in one of those moods.  It’s a good thing that my children love to pray.  I love what they say in their prayers, especially Jacob.  Usually he has his eyes fluttering open and closed to make sure everyone is closing their eyes.

“He’nly Father, please bless us to say prayers.”

“Bless us to be good.”

“Bless Mommy to not be naughty.”

These are just a few of his regular prayers. 

                Garrett is my other pray-er.  He is the first to suggest a prayer when we have lost something or there is contention in the house.  He often teaches me by example and he knows that Heavenly Father will answer him.  Except for today.  Today, Garrett took a flying leap off the couch.  He landed with a thud and when he sat up he said, “Mom, I just prayed for a long time in the bathroom that I could fly, so how come I can’t?” 

                Well, I admire his diligence and his trust in Heavenly Father, but how do I answer this one.  I did my best to explain that God always answers, but sometimes it’s not the answer we want.  I told him Heavenly Father wants him to be safe, so he probably wouldn’t help him fly – not to mention that nobody in the history of mankind has ever flown on his own.  He accepted this and then went to pray to be invisible. 

   So, my cure for the blues turned out to be my own experience. I am so glad I decided to write in my journal last year because it has given me something to smile about this year. I know that when I wrote this experience I was struggling with my two-year-old, but I found the simple joys and wrote about them. Maybe this can give you some inspiration to write your positive experiences. You might need them someday!