Yesterday we made cinnamon rolls to take to some of our neighbors. We were going to meet some people in or ward and share our testimony of Christ with them by singing Christmas songs. However, the plates of cinnamon rolls took a lot longer than anticipated. I was worried all our work would be wasted because we wouldn't have time to deliver them before it was too late at night for visits. I yelled and scolded. I whined about why we try to do such things in the first place because our efforts often flop. I complained about the cold, dark, snowy, dangerous night. I worried about getting the van stuck in the snow and about finding addresses in the dark. Let's just say I was miserable and made sure the kids were too. I wasn't exactly filled with the Spirit, just the opposite. How were we suppose to testify of Christ when I drove the Spirit out the window. Of course, that made me feel even worse. Well, after a lot of apologizing, praying, and singing we made it through the night. Not our best night, but at least I didn't abandon ship. My poor kids! We visited seven houses. Tonight we will go out again. This time I will speak with love, kindness, patience, gratitude, optimism, and hope. I will keep the Holy Ghost as my companion. Tonight will be tons better! I'm so grateful for a family and a Heavenly Father who are willing to forgive me when I am terrible.
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