Stake Confrence

I know it has been a while since I have written on here. Between trying to finish our basement ( which hopefully will be done next week and I can finally post pictures) and having two kids in dance and gymnastics and having baby that is growing more and more demanding, things have been somewhat hectic. Did I mention Aaron has started taking a class again. Well there is that too.
Anyhow, the hour is late so I hope for my own sake that this make sense. This week has been a wonderful week, yet again I am reminded of how truly blessed we are. This week our stake celebrated the Relief Society Birthday, they provided a dinner and a fireside. It was really great I came home and felt so wonderful. The spirit that I felt there was AMAZING! I came home thinking man if that was good I can hardly wait for the adult session of stake confrence.
Well tonight was the adult session. Elder Ballard came and spoke. He truly is called of God. The spirit spoke to my heart tonight. I love the gospel dearly, my trials in comparison to some are but small. I was reminded tonight that I need to listen more, turn off the world around me and listen to the still small voice that spoke so clearly to my heart tonight. I know that the Lord loves us all so much. But the impression that I got tonight was so much more than just that, our stake president has talked before about actually believing the Savior and not just believing in the Savior, believing that what he did was really for me. That I will make mistakes sometimes and have to try again, and again and again. That he will NEVER give up on me. I really am so thankful that I have this knowledge. Knowing and believing that makes it so much easier to get up on Monday morning and try again.
I know that I have a few trials along the way in my life but nothing that wasn't too big a deal. Although it might have felt that way at the time. I think that the first time I really realized that I knew the difference between the spirit and satan was at 17 and things weren't so great at home and I thought that my only option was to leave. I learned then how to disearn to spirit from the rest of the shouting world around me. This later helped me grow when I knew that Aaron and I were supposed to get married and he was getting ready to go off to war and feeling sorry for myself right before he left I just prayed that I would know that things would be ok. When their unit left and all the families were there saying good bye I realized then that it would be ok he was just leaving me and not me and a bunch of small children or teenage children, I wasn't sick with cancer or anything I was healthy and had a job and a home and family and friends close by when I needed a shoulder to cry on( and believe me I cried ALOT). And that if the Lord took Aaron that things would still all work out ok. All things are in the Lord's hands. You would have thought that I had that part figured out by now, but I still wane sometimes.
Before we move here to Saratoga, Aaron and I had looked at probably a 100 houses. Everything from Lindon to Saratoga. We had offered on 13 homes, only to be shot down time and time again. The last house before this one we even thought was a done deal and it was in lehi and needed minimal work, Aaron and I prayed and prayed and fasted that the deal would go through. After fasting one Sunday we both said we felt like it would work out. The next week we found out that alas it was not going to. We both felt deflated how could we have both missed the condfused feeling of the answer no. I remember sharing a few of my thoughts that night in prayer with the lord about how I felt at that moment. I remember telling him how angry I was and how there were no better homes out there that we could afford. After that I climbed into bed and went to sleep and the next day I got right back to looking at homes. When we found this home I knew this is where we would end up. ( it was in much better condition than the one previous) I am not sure how but I just knew. And 4 weeks later we moved. I feel like this is my own little slice of Zion. We have a wonderful ward and great neighbors. I love our home. Our kids love it here, and seeing them happy just warms my heart. The service that our ward gave us while I was on bed rest last year was more than I ever think I can repay. For that our family is really grateful. I guess I should just end my ramble of jumbled thoughts with that I know of the savior's love for all of us, we are never alone even in a world of such upheavel and wickedness. The Lord knows, he is there if we are listening. And even sometimes when we are not he will give us nudge in the right direction.