He loves me. He really does.

I have felt so lucky lately to have so many wonderful people in my life. I know people are probably getting sick of me saying so. But my husband has gone above and beyond the call of husband and father. He has been very patient, and taken such wonderful care of me. I don't know how to thank him enough. I am already trying to think of something very special, and creative to do for him. Anyways, as he tucked me into bed after my surgery. I asked my heavenly father in prayer what he would have me learn from this trial? If you know me you know I am always looking to learn life's lessons. In the silence I quickly felt a prompting. I would also like to add how simple the spirit can be sometimes. Because I softly heard the words. Be patient, I will show you. Knowing that it was the spirit I felt (or maybe the anasthesia). I quickly drifted to sleep. The next day I was flooded with phone calls, and visits. I was even brought flowers by sweet Coreen. Every time I would walk down the stairs, before I would get to the bottom. I could see them sitting on the kitchen table. A huge smile would come across my face. It then dawned on me. Heavenly Father wanted to show me how much He loves me. He really does. Okay, I new it before. But my eyes have been opened. All of the people that love and care for me, and that I am aloud to love back are a gift from God. That night I thanked him for showing me. I almost feel silly that I didn't already know it. Sometimes we have to learn things the hard way. I'm not complaining my trials are small compared to others. But they are mine, and I love to learn from them.