My slice of life is sprinkled with the flavor of humble pie.
It is maddening, painful and refining all at the same time. Maddening because I couldn’t handle the outcome that had come to be my finish line each day. Maddening because I was being tripped up by a four year old. Maddening because I still had breakfast in my hair and it was dinner time. The madness goes on from there…
I could not handle that the sprinkles of humble pie were not to my taste.
It is painful to realize you cannot do laundry, dishes, cuddle a child and eat healthy 24/7 all at the same moment... that is my pain in a nutshell. It is often overwhelming to feel the pull of this pain in various directions. Knowing that when you calm one pain, another is flaring on the side.
This is the point that Paul has always comforted me in saying, it cant all be done. That’s okay honey. Or it doesn’t matter whether you win the race each day, simple the fact that you ran your best… is all that matters… BLAH BLAH BLAH.
All the while being taught that…
"And see that all these things are done in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent,"
Mosiah 4:27
This has brought us to the refining moment of the day, and quite possibly the lesson of this past decade for me. Pauls words, it cant all be done.
My slice of life is not meant to be a life of perfection, but a slice of mediocre, humble pie… served to refine me. To change my tastes, to satisfy me not with my tastes, but with God’s taste. I am being molded to HIS liking, and not my own. And it seems having it done to MY liking was a recipe for PROUD SUMPTUOUS TART, rather than the humble pie I am content to being served. That is my life of a mother, teacher, and often as a wife.
"And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.
Ether 12:27
Paul would never have me believe I was less than perfect as a wife (wink wink), but there are days in which my slice of pie… how shall I say… runneth over.
It is okay not to be perfect, it is okay to be mediocre… if it is the best I know that day. I see that through this I can learn to be content with my failings… for in these refining moments, I can feel God’s love, and know that He is refining my tastes to His, and preparing me for a delectable dish.





































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