Mediblogtion

SouleMama just wrote a beautiful post. She said, "This blog, you see, is one of those things for me. It's a meditation of sorts. It's one of the ways in which I remind myself of the joys, the beauty and the blessings around me each and every day. Writing here helps me to remember. And it helps me to see and look for those things, people and moments which do bring me joy. Writing about them helps me hold onto those moments. And I find myself wanting and making more space and opportunity for these kinds of moments to enter our days...and my heart. You see how that works? It's a silly little ridiculous joy-addiction that feeds itself". (see HERE)
I read that paragraph and thought to myself, "How true it is, my blog is 'a meditation of sorts'. I love to capture moments and stories to hold them as treasures forever". Then I read the rest of the blog and started crying. SouleMama has four kids, I'm not far off. I just hope I can keep searching for the joy and beauty and sacred in everyday and keep recording it. There is a line in "The Family: A Proclamation to the World" which reads "Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live." I kept repeating that to myself yesterday and we used it as a basis for our family home evening lesson. We sang "Love At Home" and I think we should sing it every week until it sinks in (surely that means we'll be singing it until we are 'empty nesters'). This is what I am pondering, meditating today. Am I providing an atmosphere of love and righteousness for my children to grow up in, am I providing for their various physical and spiritual needs, am I teaching them to love and serve one another, etc.? When my basic responsibilities are broken down into pieces like that I feel it is possible, with the help of my Heavenly Father of course. Because certainly there are times when I feel that these are not my children, rather priceless spirit children of my Father and He has trusted me to care for them for a while. The first tends to be what I once called "a sad experiment" because she feels the brunt of my inadequacy, the last I fear will be spoiled beyond hope, and the middle ones will inevitably fall somewhere in the middle.