This week my favorite readings came from Thomas S. Monson. Years ago he spoke about an Attitude of Gratitude. I recall this was an impactful talk back then, but this time around it hit me differently. I am now a mother, a wife, and have several more decades of life under my belt. I favored the words Pres. Monson used to describe gratitude towards fathers.
I miss my dad. He passed 2.5 years ago at this point. The years numb the pain, but that doesn’t mean it gets easier. Easy implies there are few difficulties, or no effort, it can even be defined as free from problems and worries (thanks Google). For the hurt and loss to be numbed simply reduces the feeling’s power. Hope has room to grow because of time...it creates space I guess.
But I digress, gratitude for fathers: Fathers (involved, committed, and supportive fathers - like my dad and like my husband) sacrifice for the comfort of their children. They toil daily to provide. His thoughts are always concerned for the well-being of his family. Fathers have a tremendous work ethic. These sentiments struck me in a different way this week. Not because some one exceptional event happened, no. I believe it has more to do with noticing the daily.
I see the daily grind, the drudgery and routine that has manifested itself in the community. My street alone has been hit with emotional fatigue: the unexpected and tragic loss of Kiki and David…the empty house across my front yard. And the news of forecasted divorce next door. Will that also lead to an empty house? My husband’s invariable daily toil to provide, preside and protect. We’re tired but tenacious. We persevere and cling to gratitude and reliance on the Savior.
There were so many other things I learned this week, but it feels almost trivial when I think about adding to these thoughts. So I’ll humbly leave the thoughts here and not expand.
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