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Yesterday I was just upset.  Our family Come Follow Me lesson on contentment (no kidding) had been a disaster.  My husband fell asleep during Come Follow Me.  My boys launched into a sock-throwing war.  Everyone was making rude and sarcastic comments.  Did NO ONE in the family appreciate my efforts to prepare this Come Follow Me lesson on contentment and gratitude?  I was certainly NOT content and I let my sarcastic remarks and tears brighten everyone's day.

I felt prompted to go over to the computer.  I decided to go onto Facebook and look up a friend I had not seen in a while. We attended church together growing up but her family had been hit by extreme bad luck. They had three little boys and a girl.  Two of the children were pretty normal but the other two boys were severely handicapped and required vast amounts of time and attention.  Not long after we got to know the Howes family they discovered that David - a brilliant former Rhodes scholar - had Alzheimer's disease.  He had to be institutionalized in a nursing home at a relatively young age.  The family moved to Utah.  Shortly after their move, it was discovered that the mother had cancer.  She passed away shortly thereafter leaving my friend Molly a young orphan with two severely handicapped brothers.

There was Molly. She looked so pure and kind as before.  I discovered that she was married and had one son.  And as lucky would have it, he had the same rare disease as her brothers.  But her Facebook page was not complaining or angry. It was full of joy, happiness, and gratitude.  The one that hit me was a simple post. I AM GRATEFUL FOR EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE.

Wow.

That one hurt.  Talk about thinking telestial.  


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