I am slightly obsessed with how hilarious my niece is. Not even 3 and she already has a secret high-five with her father. I've spent very little time actually with my niece, but thanks to technology and a diligent sister-in-law, I get regular snippets--like this video--that bring me so much joy. Heavenly Father has been very good at reminding me through the little things of all the tender mercies I have in my life.
24 May 2014
14 May 2014
I want my Mom.
After a really rough week last week, I ended up going to the emergency room on Sunday night. I had a fever in my leg that was spreading to the rest of me, so they cut off my cast to check out my leg. Everything looked like it was healing well, so they decided it must've been the plaster cast insulating the normal burning pain that comes from damaged nerves growing back together. So they decided to leave off the plaster cast and give me an aircast instead. I still can't put any weight on my leg, but I do get to use lotion and ice on my leg as needed. And I only have to put the cast on when I get up to do things, so sleeping is a lot more comfortable now. AND they gave me some stronger drugs to help with the pain. So it ended up being a blessing.
On a more serious note, I have been having some MAJOR cravings over the last few weeks, which probably has more to do with my emotional health and cabin fever... Here are all the things that I really want:
On Monday night for FHE we threw a surprise Farewell party for Elder and Sister Woolsey, the missionary couple who has been working with the YSA here for nearly the past 2 years. They were the ones who picked me up from the airport when I first moved here and helped me settle in. They were the ones who, for Christmas, gave me a kitchen full of groceries when they found out I'd been living mostly off of toast, pasta, and beans. They are the ones who came and saw me in the hospital every day, and checked in on me nearly every day when I was home alone for the first two weeks. They cleaned Poole House for me. They took me out to dinner once I was out of the hospital, just to get me out of the house. They drove me 2 hrs to Lamb of God, just so I could go. They bought me a donut pillow so I could bear to sit, and borrowed a wheelchair so I could get around easier. They have given me more than my fair share of rides to church and activities. They made it possible for me to go on the temple trip this past weekend, with Sister Woolsey schlepping me around all day. They have given me friendship, counsel, encouragement, and love when I needed it the most. Elder Woolsey has given me Priesthood blessings. Sister Woolsey has given me hugs. They have been the reason I've been able to endure a broken leg and tailbone living 5000 miles from any family. And they are leaving. Tomorrow.
I've had more than my fair share of emotional meltdowns over their leaving. I have no idea how I'll manage without them, in every sense. Not just the rides, but the encouragement and support. The overwhelming kindness and love. The hugs. The hilarious Woolsey wit that I've come to enjoy so much. It's not just that I have no idea how I'll manage without them. It's that I'll miss them. They have been a huge and wonderful part of my life here in the UK, and I love them. Now, they live in Bakersfield, CA, so I'm sure I'll see them again. But right now, I'm sad to say goodbye to them.
Well on Monday after FHE, I lost the tenuous control I'd had on my emotions. I know everything will work out, and that somehow I'll manage. So I just prayed and asked Heavenly Father to help me know who might be able to help me instead. Tuesday morning, one set of sister missionaries came over as planned and helped me clean the house and hang my wet laundry. A few hours later, the other sisters stopped by, bringing me a box of cookies and a couple bags of popcorn. I had mentioned to them I'd been craving it, and in their kindness they decided to get me some. Although a very small act of kindness to them, it was a wonderful tender mercy to me. It felt like an answer to prayer... not the popcorn, but rather the visit. Just to know that Heavenly Father was still mindful of me, and if nothing else, I could always ask the sisters for help.
I still want my mom, but I suppose God's many tender mercies will have to suffice. For now, it's time for me to just suck it up and do some hard things. And eat some popcorn. :)
On a more serious note, I have been having some MAJOR cravings over the last few weeks, which probably has more to do with my emotional health and cabin fever... Here are all the things that I really want:
- My MOM.
- A back massage.
- Black Raspberry chocolate chip ice cream
- Blueberry muffins
- Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins
- Popcorn
- Peanut Butter M&Ms
- Crunchy Cheetos
- Agua de Jamaica (Hibiscus juice)
- Chocolate Frosty from Wendy's (I am my father's daughter...)
- Taco Johns (my brother-in-law makes the most amazing Mexican food!)
- Muddy Buddies
- Did I mention I want my Mom?
On Monday night for FHE we threw a surprise Farewell party for Elder and Sister Woolsey, the missionary couple who has been working with the YSA here for nearly the past 2 years. They were the ones who picked me up from the airport when I first moved here and helped me settle in. They were the ones who, for Christmas, gave me a kitchen full of groceries when they found out I'd been living mostly off of toast, pasta, and beans. They are the ones who came and saw me in the hospital every day, and checked in on me nearly every day when I was home alone for the first two weeks. They cleaned Poole House for me. They took me out to dinner once I was out of the hospital, just to get me out of the house. They drove me 2 hrs to Lamb of God, just so I could go. They bought me a donut pillow so I could bear to sit, and borrowed a wheelchair so I could get around easier. They have given me more than my fair share of rides to church and activities. They made it possible for me to go on the temple trip this past weekend, with Sister Woolsey schlepping me around all day. They have given me friendship, counsel, encouragement, and love when I needed it the most. Elder Woolsey has given me Priesthood blessings. Sister Woolsey has given me hugs. They have been the reason I've been able to endure a broken leg and tailbone living 5000 miles from any family. And they are leaving. Tomorrow.
I've had more than my fair share of emotional meltdowns over their leaving. I have no idea how I'll manage without them, in every sense. Not just the rides, but the encouragement and support. The overwhelming kindness and love. The hugs. The hilarious Woolsey wit that I've come to enjoy so much. It's not just that I have no idea how I'll manage without them. It's that I'll miss them. They have been a huge and wonderful part of my life here in the UK, and I love them. Now, they live in Bakersfield, CA, so I'm sure I'll see them again. But right now, I'm sad to say goodbye to them.
Well on Monday after FHE, I lost the tenuous control I'd had on my emotions. I know everything will work out, and that somehow I'll manage. So I just prayed and asked Heavenly Father to help me know who might be able to help me instead. Tuesday morning, one set of sister missionaries came over as planned and helped me clean the house and hang my wet laundry. A few hours later, the other sisters stopped by, bringing me a box of cookies and a couple bags of popcorn. I had mentioned to them I'd been craving it, and in their kindness they decided to get me some. Although a very small act of kindness to them, it was a wonderful tender mercy to me. It felt like an answer to prayer... not the popcorn, but rather the visit. Just to know that Heavenly Father was still mindful of me, and if nothing else, I could always ask the sisters for help.
I still want my mom, but I suppose God's many tender mercies will have to suffice. For now, it's time for me to just suck it up and do some hard things. And eat some popcorn. :)
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