Week 20.

Last night (Sunday), David and I had a fireside to go to and then in the middle of that I had to leave to attend the final stake Girls' Camp meeting. It was supposed to be a meeting with all the leaders who are going to camp, but I was the only one who showed up from my ward. I felt very lonely sitting on that row by myself, and just coming off youth conference where I only had the grudging support of one other young women's leader, I felt overwhelmed and quite alone. I left the meeting feeling very discouraged and cried most of the way home. When David and I arrived home we found the kids had picked up the house, done the dishes, and even vacuumed and dusted their rooms. All without asking. All on their own. (The picture is of the leftovers they ziploc-ed...yes we had grilled cheese for Sunday dinner...things are in a sad state of affairs at our house.) Even though the jobs were far from perfect, it was their way to help and uplift. And it made me feel like I wasn't alone. That these dear children, that this dear man, were rooting for me, were hoping for my happiness was the greatest blessing of my week. I am so grateful for this terribly sweet act of kindness, for the thoughts behind it, and for the miraculous way it buoyed me up.