Remembering...

I did it.  I spent the weekend with my family.  I relaxed.  I had fun.  I laughed.  I watched a BYU basketball game with my husband, daddy and brothers.  I felt like myself again.  I remembered how it felt to be myself again. I remembered how it felt to be happy again and to be valued.  I spent time with my sweet baby Palin, playing playdoh and monster and being her personal horsey.  I ate scones in the middle of the night at a disgusting little diner and listened to Van Morrison from a jukebox.  I remembered why I love my job again.  I remembered what it feels like to be completely inspired by a song, a place or an event.  I went to the temple and remembered who I was again.  I am a daughter of God, and He does love me.  He does have a master plan for me.  I spent time with my mom and my sisters in law and remembered how lucky I am to have a family that loves me.  I spent a lot of time with my husband.  I remembered (like I try to every day) how much I love him, what a good man he is and how lucky I am to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me.  I love remembering.  It was the best thing I could have done.  I needed it more than I knew.  I needed to feel like myself and like I am valued and appreciated and not all the things that I have been told that I am recently. So, again, "faith in God is having faith in His timing."  I just have to REMEMBER that.