Reminders...

The Book of Mormon often teaches us to remember. Remember the "captivity of our fathers" and the like. I even recall a seminary lesson dedicated to remembering.

Today I wanted to cry. I was having certain feelings of, shall we say, being neglected. And I had to reign my emotions back in and think of other things. Talk to people. Forget about my selfish feelings, and pull myself together.

And then tonight my niece was quite upset over losing a dollar. I told her that we would look for it in the morning. Her reply? "No one cares." She carried on in this fashion for quite a while. Much moaning and crying about how she was "the only girl in the world that no one cared about." I did try to remind her that there were children going to bed that didn't have moms and dads and sisters and so forth. She mumbled some more about it.

Point is, that's sort of what I was thinking today. I'm the only girl in the world that God has forgotten and that I felt tired of being ignored. Oh how young and inexperienced I am. You see, I remember telling my mom how "No one cares about me!" and "You'll see. I'll run away and then you'll be sorry!" and my personal favorite "You never loved me! You don't love me!" I can look back now and think about how sort of funny and silly it was. Me throwing a fit because my mom was "making" me put away my laundry. Laundry she had washed. For nine people. Just a "for example"...if you will.

But I guess I haven't grown up that much. So let me count my millions of blessings rather than crying foul and claiming God does not love me. Like the fact that I live in a time where I can have almost anything I need or want in moments. All the big things...like I can go to college for twenty-plus years. Twenty-plus years!!! Think of it. That's sort of insane, really. I've spent more of my life in school than out of it. Or the small things...like Cadbury Mini Eggs. And downloading songs. And listening to them on a device that lets me talk to people thousands of miles away. Or write to them in seconds. Or listen to music or read a book or play a game.

And that is that. One more pep talk. I'll give myself a thousand if it means that I can break the habit of pitying myself for what I don't have. I'll remind myself of this every second of every day before I give in to self-pity. Just to remember oh, just to remember, that life is very good, so very good.