Tender Mercies

Sunday I taught Relief society. That’s my job every 2nd Sunday. I realized that it was going to be a tough one when I started crying during the practice hymn. Furthermore, I didn’t stop until sometime after I got home. Why? I don’t know. Maybe for lots of reasons, but I think the subject matter didn’t help too much. My lesson was on friendship. I know that I have more than my fair share of friends. Not just your regular kind either. The kind that many people go a whole lifetime and never find. The kind that listen real close, laugh with you until you snort, and always hold your heart carefully. I think here’s the part that makes me bawly…Why me? How come Heavenly Father loves me and blesses me with so many people to love and that love me back? I happen to know me better than anyone else, and I sometimes don’t feel worthy of all the angels Heavenly Father has given me. I think my friends are Heavenly Father's tender mercies for me. It’s what I’m most grateful for in my whole life, and I pray every day you don’t get tired of me. I’m such a mess sometimes. I guess mostly I just want to say thank you and that I love you.