Tender Mercies

I have been reluctant to share my feelings of the Savior, my membership to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and Spiritual things that have touched my heart in my blog as they are so personal and I am not an eloquent enough writer to express what is in my heart. But I had a feeling I need to start sharing my feelings and journal about them if only for my children to know. And since my BLOG is My journal, here I go....

This past week and half has been very hard. I have worked to get a Read A thon Fundraiser off the ground for the Elementary School that I am the PTSO President in. By an unintentional Mistake, The whole thing could be scrapped and I could be left holding $500 worth of green plastic Bracelets the say "Reading is Fun" and No Read A thon. We will find out later today if it goes through on Feb 9th or not after I met with my VP, the one who is wanting to stop the Fundraiser.
So needless to say, I have been worried and stressed.
I asked my husband to give me a blessing. He did on Wednesday night. It was so beautiful. Many things were said but this is what I got from it:
1. I am a daughter of God
2. God loves me.
3. Everything is for experience.
4. This is just the beginning of many things promised in my Patriarchal Blessing.
5. God listens to pleadings of my heart.

As Dean laid his hands on my head, I asked a silent prayer if my Patriarchal Blessing was really true or just some nice thoughts of a Patriarch. I had given a talk in Sacrament meeting several months ago about what the Patriarchal Blessing means to me. And the Patriarch of our stake also talked. He had said some things in passing to me. He said he had a theory why my Blessing was so long (7 pages) and why my linage was not clear in it. But he did not tell me his theory.
SO the optimist that I am, Started to imagine up in my mind, all sorts of things. But one thing that keep coming back was that I was not worthy of any of my blessings. That I was a lost soul or at least a wild card that the Patriarch was just putting "nice" thoughts in there for me because I was such a lost soul.
Any way, Dean had no Idea of this silent Prayer and worry that has been on my mind for several months now. He did know however, that I was worried about the Read a thon and my place as a leader in the PTSO and the community.
But one of the first things to come from the blessing is that God loved me and all the blessing promised in my Patriarchal blessing where to come true. That I as His Daughter and he loved me.
How grateful I am for a Husband that holds the priesthood and is worth to have inspiration on my behave. How grateful I am for a Loving Father in Heaven that listens to the pleading of one of his many daughters and takes time to answer her.
If this Read a Thon, goes then great. I think it will be fabulous. But if not, then it is Ok as well. I have done all that I can do.