In my life I have had great disappointments.  I won't bore you with details, or fuel your hunger for gossip (you know who you are!), but I state a fact.  I have been disappointed with situations in my life.  People.  Myself.  I am not sure I have a single person I know personally who I have not had a disappointment of one sort or another. 

A few years back, I was speaking with my Bishop about some of my disappointments.  I had a specific question for him--one I felt certain he would not be able to answer.  I was right.  He couldn't answer my question, but he told me something else that I have never forgotten and that continues to make me think.  He said that when we are in the next life (yes...I believe in an Afterlife), there will be great sadness.  Tremendous grief over what might have been--maybe for us, and maybe for those we love.  He said he imagined it would be mind numbing for us to understand in this life the depth of sadness we will experience in the next life. 

BUT.

There will be tremendous joy.  A happiness we are not physically able to comprehend in this temporal state.  THERE we will be reunited with our eternal family.  And with Christ and our Heavenly Father.  THERE we will bask in our Father & Savior's Glory and understand WHY.

Even though the Bishop didn't answer my question, I realize that I will always have disappointments but I can choose to focus on them, or on my blessings.

 

Now on to something else.  As I wrote the above, I heard a sound that was upsettingly like that made when my oven door is opened.  By the time I got from the computer to the kitchen (down a hallway), I was just in time to grab Kalyn as she jerked her hand back from the HOT oven rack she had just grasped.  (The oven had been turned off for about 20 minutes, but you know the heat doesn't go away that quickly).  At that very moment, Heath rang the doorbell.  I opened the door and we doctored Kalyn's burnt hand.  It wasn't burned badly--just a little red, but the whole situation was very upsetting.  Kalyn cried because it hurt and she thought I was mad at her.  I wasn't.  It could have been A LOT worse.  When I asked her what she was doing, she calmly said, "I was just trying to pull out my imaginary pizza!" With her brown eyes all big and weepy.  She melts my heart.