Other worries began to plague my mind too... one thought after another about the job I'm doing teaching my children how to handle their own life skills (you know- good communication, good study habits, hard work ethic, being spiritually motivated, choosing good friends, and their own "ethos")
When my husband returned home from work, he greeted me thoughtfully and asked how things were going. I sighed and laid my head on his chest, "I'm feeling really lame. I need to re-center somehow." Understandingly, he sweetly offered to let me be alone in the bedroom to pray. After a moment, I requested that I make a quick Temple visit. I promised I'd make it back in time to watch a concert we had planned to go to as a family. (The Lower Lights -blue grass gospel)
I think the combination of both the Temple and the concert was just what the Dr. ordered because I feel great now.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm a sucker for blue grass gospel. I've loved it ever since I can remember! (Maybe it's the southern girl in my blood?) A few old gospel hymns, a little bit of clapping and toe tapping, along with shouts of "hallelujah" and "amen" is guaranteed to lift my spirit anytime!
My favorites tonight were: This Little Light of Mine, Down to the River to Pray, Calling You, I Need Thee Every Hour, Brightly Beams, and I'll Fly Away
I'm so thankful for tonight. I just needed a revival!
-Alicia