Another Little Piece of My Heart

Rough morning. When picking up the kids from my Utah home I ran into the realtor showing our home to the new buyers. It ripped my heart out. Here is this beautiful home with the most perfect floor plan. The house Redge and I bought together 6 years ago, and truly believed we would die there. Arthur was only two when we moved in, and we imagined him leaving there at nineteen to serve his mission. This, as we all know, "ain't gonna happen." Not only have we left the house, but we didn't even leave it together.

Luckily I have a few things to help me through this:

1. Friends. I'm blessed with great friends who listen to me, cry with me, humble me, and build me; and each friend and emotion has been spot on, and there at precisely the correct moment. Case and point... Today when getting back in my truck to leave for my new home my friend, who often travels with me, seeing that I was crying and having a hard time with the situation; reached over, and without saying a word just squeezed my knee. He knew that was exactly what I needed at that time. He knew talking was beyond my capabilities, but I did need a friend.

2. Family. Ditto the above. For instance... Just last night when logging on to Eric's facebook wall to say hello I came across something he posted that perfectly prepared me for facing leaving my house in the hands of someone else today. This is what I found on my wise, younger brother's wall,

"There comes a point in your life when you realize:
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won't anymore...
And who always will.
So, don't worry about people (or places) from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future."

3. The scriptures. I think of Sariah being told by her husband, Lehi, "We're outta here. I'm sorry you have to leave your home, friends, family, and pretty much everything you own except for a tent!" And, get this, the only time she complained was when she was afraid her sons had been killed. I'm going to allow her that. I had to leave two sons, and I cry and complain about it quite often.

So, as you can see... there is basically one thing that gets me through these days of "losing just another little piece of my heart" (thanks, Janis). That is my Heavenly Father. I'm so grateful for my friends, family, and scriptures who through the hand of a loving Father in Heaven know just what to give me and when. And thus: I think I just might make it.