Pearls & Perfection Pending

This week has been...different.  It started off with some ridiculous feminist group deciding that men and women should be treated more equally in the LDS church and launching an initiative for women to wear pants to church today.  I was glad to see that my ward choose not to use sacrament meeting as the time or place to draw attention to themselves, but to worship God. Don't misunderstand me.  I like pants.  I wear them almost every day.  I don't care what people wear...to a certain point.  My very favorite investigators and friends on the mission wore pants every week.  There is a man in my ward that wears jeans every week.  Guess what they have going for them?   They are there every week.  I do  think that the way we dress says a lot about what we think of ourselves, others, and the activities in which we are participating.  There are some girls I know that wear really short skirts.  There are some boys that wear real...

Today I am really grateful for the 25 sets of eyes that look to me everyday to hold it together.  There are a lot of days that I wake up (sometimes after a long, hard fight) with no desire to do anything.  Sometimes I wake up feeling gross and wishing more than anything that I could go to bed.  Today wasn't the worst, but it was not one of those excited-for-life mornings that David keeps trying to convince me exist.  Despite all of my early morning woes, I get ready and make it to work. Somehow, no matter how I fell or what I'd rather be doing, I see those kids who look to me for answers to all of their daily problems and I manage to pull myself together.  I don't really know how I do it, because when I am at home, I can't even get myself a glass of milk without whining when I am tired.  Magically, I become superhuman.  I pray the whole way to work that I can make it a good day for these kids who depend upon me to have a good day themselves.  ...