Growing up I thought the best way to live my faith was to be perfect. Then I made mistakes that got a lot worse than stealing a couple of pieces of candy from the bulk bins. And I realized that my faith in Christ should not be based on being perfect, but my faith allows me to overcome my sins and imperfections. I slide off the road on my journey in life, but the miracle of Christ is He can overcome any obstacle that I face. Believing in Christ isn’t about me being perfect, it’s admitting I’m not and I want help.

The youngest two children were sick. I got a lot of cuddles in. The rest of us still made it to at least a portion of church. I spent the rest of the day reading, watching a lot of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, playing games and reading stories with the kids.

I found this article the other day, found it matched my feelings a lot. I’m glad that lately I’ve rediscovered myself and I’m actually enjoying life instead of getting stuff done.