This morning when I woke up I could hear it raining. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I have a dog (what was I thinking?), I would have stayed in bed, because my feet and ankles already hurt. Yeah. That was probably the result of too much cranberry sauce and cookies on Sunday at the pre-Thanksgiving dinner (because, bet ya can’t eat just one Thanksgiving dinner, or cookie either).
Anyway, this is pretty much how I felt when I woke up:
But the dog needed to go outside. And eat. And go outside again. So I got up.
Tomorrow my feet, and knees, and who knows what else, will hurt again. Because today there were more cookies, and cranberry sauce. Why do I do this to myself? It makes as much sense as throwing myself into quicksand with flesh-eating sand worms waiting to progressively chew me up.
I heard that before Brigham Young was a Mormon prophet, he used to like chewing tobacco. Then when the Word of Wisdom was announced, he quit chewing it. He always carried a can of it with him though, so that whenever he had the temptation fall upon him, he could take it out of his pocket and look at it and ask something like, “Who’s stronger? Who controls my body? Me or tobacco?” Then he’d put it back into his pocket and go on with his day. Maybe I need a zip-top bag of cookie crumbs to keep in my pocket. Never-mind. That’s just dumb. Kinda like eating cookies and cranberry sauce when I know it will cause me intense pain.
Sorry for the whining. Tomorrow is a whole new day with no whining in it. 😉 Because it gets me nowhere good – plus – why wreck another perfectly good day with whining?
(Read and Follow the Directions)
Helaman talks a lot about the importance of remembering in this chapter and mentions several things we should remember in order to know the goodness of God, but I think this verse is the most important thing to remember. The Savior, Jesus Christ is the one who gets us through the storms of life.
And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.
Weathering The Journey 