Sunday mornings

Sunday mornings are rough.

I am truly my grumpiest on Sunday mornings. It takes me 2 1/2 hours to get myself and my children ready. And even though I experience Sunday mornings once a week, I still STRUGGLE with being on time to church.  Unfortunately my brain is of the mind set, even with this prior 2 1/2 hr knowledge, that everything can be accomplished in an hour.

It took me an hour to get ready when I was simply The Domestic Goddess in Training accompanied by my maiden name. Why in the world would it only take an hour for The married Domestic Goddess in Training, plus four lovely humans, to be able to get ready in the same allotted time?

But TODAY!!! - we were 5 minutes early for church and I believe I only yelled once this morning... maybe twice.

I loved this morning.

And here's the difference. I woke up with the strongest desire to share my testimony of the gospel during sacrament meeting. This task always makes me nervous, so I had a little prayer in my heart throughout the whole pre-church morning. When you're in a conversation with your Heavenly Father for 2 1/2 hours there is little time/desire for yelling. The Spirit was definitely in our home this morning and it was beautiful.

If Sunday mornings are rough, I can promise the first hour of church is rougher for this household.

But today was perfect.

 Even though I did realize a little too late that the finger I was bending down to kiss really didn't deserve my lips attention at all. It turns out my 3 yr old wasn't showing me an owie, just the booger on the end of his finger that needed to be wiped off on a tissue. Great.

But, that was the only minor fiasco.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about if I live what I know?

Am I just a knower or a liver?

I know what I believe. Do I live it?

I give lessons once a month to the young women on various things; daily scripture reading, personal prayer, not being judgemental or gossipy, etc.

I have a testimony of these things.

They are important, they are real, they are essential. 

But do I personally read my scriptures every day? Make sure I say my morning and evening prayers? Do I take the time to teach my children what I KNOW?

Not all of the time.

But when I make an effort to live what I know, I am so much happier. My testimony of the gospel increases, and I can have more meaningful conversations with my Father in Heaven and can receive direction from Him.

Living what I know makes me a better mother. A better wife.

A better me.

I am blessed to know that I have a purpose.

I love the gospel ya'll.

I am thankful for it.

I'll update you on how next Sunday morning goes.

And here's to saying No to kissing boogers. Not fun.