|This picture was a gift from Trisa -- sent to us because we always try to notice the beautiful sunsets.|
Saturday was not a bad day. Actually, I don't really remember most of Saturday. I just know that by evening I was frustrated. I've been so tired, and it's been so hard to concentrate, and I was trying to finish up a lesson I was going to teach on Sunday. I had done preparation earlier in the week, but I just couldn't seem to figure out anything else. I finally gave up and said a prayer to tell Heavenly Father that I had tried, and if there was more to do -- it would be nice if He could help me know exactly what that would be.
I talked to Derek about my lesson but didn't really feel any better afterwards, and later I went to bed feeling tired and discouraged. It was nice to be in bed, and I decided it would be a good time to pray again. I asked for comfort and peace. I told Heavenly Father my worries and woes. Then I began singing hymns to myself (in my head). I do this sometimes when I am upset at bedtime -- but I didn't expect to be able to concentrate on them--but I could. I could feel Heavenly Father's love and peace as I sang (still in my head) and thought about Jesus. The Sacrament came to mind, and I remembered that Sunday is a really good day to start over -- even if it is starting over to find solutions to challenges I couldn't solve last week.
I went to sleep feeling so thankful and loved -- and then, as an added bonus, I had a dream where Derek was nice to me. You may be thinking "So?". Well, usually I don't remember dreams, but if I do they are almost always nightmares where people, especially Derek and other people I love, are mean to me, or ignore me (things that are totally out of character). I felt like I had been given an extra present! I am so thankful that prayers are answered, and that because of the Atonement, we can always start over.