Why...?

I ask a lot of questions, anyone who knows me well can tell you. I start a lot of conversations out with "Why..." or "can I ask you a question?" Asking questions is how I learn, but sometimes having so many questions gets me in trouble. People get annoyed or think I am questioning them or their authority. I lost one of the best jobs I have ever had by asking questions. My supervisor thought I was questioning her, but I was really just trying to learn why we were doing things the way we were.
Last night I had an experience I would like to share. I was saying my night prayers and I asked Heavenly Father a question. I asked Him why He was doing something. I have been told many times not to question the Lord, but like I said questions help me learn so I do question the Lord. I was worried that He would not like me questioning Him so I explained I do it only because I want to learn about Him. I saw in my mind His face and he had a look of such profound love that I knew without a doubt He is not upset with me asking Him questions or questioning why He does something. I feel His love, the love of a father, a father who never gets tired of answering my never ending why questions. I am so grateful that He knows my thoughts and intentions and knows that I ask only to learn, not to question Him or His authority.
This experience and others help me to know that Heavenly Father is truly our father. He loves us and His love is perfect. He wants us to come to Him with our questions, he wants to answer those questions and teach us. Is is the perfect father, teacher, friend, and comfort. I love Him and I know that He loves me because I am His daughter.

Hound Dog!

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!

John thought that Glen looked like Elvis in these PJ's, so we just had to do a dance. I think it turned out pretty good, although it made me more self-conscious about my camera skills.

Perfect weaknesses

I have discovered a weakness that I have. A sort of good weakness, if you can call any weakness good. I absolutely hate having a messy house. When Glen was born I was going crazy because I couldn't keep the house clean. I either had John telling me not to do much, everyone else telling me to stay down, or my trader of a body telling me to do the same. Grrr...
I have been sick for a few days now. On Saturday I felt better and so I decided to catch up on house work. I takled three rooms and by the end of the night I was in really bad shape. I had over done it again. I spent most of the day sleeping on Sunday and so I feel better today, but I have learned my lesson, at least temporarily. I cannot run faster then I have strength.
It is frustrating though, I want to be a great mom, a great wife, a great homemaker, keep the house spotless, cook gourmet meals, bake from scratch, and never cook out of a box. I am slowly, but surly, learning it isn't going to happen. (especially with kids) So how do you come to terms with the fact that you cannot be perfect? In the scriptures Christ says "What manner of men aught ye to be?... Even as I am." -3 Nephi 27:27 So shouldn't we be perfect? I love the Visiting Teaching message we had a months or two ago. It talked about that scripture and said that to be like Christ is to love as He loves, and give as He gives...in other words, practice charity. There is also another scripture that I love that says "I give unto men weakness that they may be humble." -Ether 12:27, but later on in the same verse it says that we must first humble ourselves and then Christ will make that weakness become a strength. So even though this weakness I have of doing to much is bad for me now, with the Lord's help I can make this weakness become a strength. And who knows what will come after that...