We welcome refugees

I've been wanting to blog post for a while now...  A lot going on...  A lot... I'm trying to figure out the worth/importance of this blog.  I've been going through some things emotionally.  Growing experiences.  Good things.  Thinking things.  I'm not sure how much I want to post about my family anymore.  They are so precious to me.  So so precious.  On the other hand, there are some incredible Mormon blogs out there where their stories of their families inspire me and further me along in my life's mission.  So I guess it's out on the table.  Anyway, that's why I haven't posted the usual stats on the kids lately.  So what can I post about?   Hmmm.  So much.  Here are some titles I'd love to post on:

• Reasons why I love my husband
• Special memories of sweet things my husband has done for me
• Why I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints
• Syrian refugees.  Oh man, that is on my mind tonight and it's sobering. 
• Why I love my family and why they are my most precious possession
• Why I understand and am so grateful for the Atonement more these days
• Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude

I think I'll do gratitude tonight.  Tonight, I sit here in the warmth and comfort of my lovely wooden home.  I LOVE my home so much.  I feel sometimes ensconced in a little forest, a cradle of sorts.  But I sit here and I could have been born somewhere else.  I could be shivering now in some cold, wet place in Europe hoping to find some shelter for my children because I am a refugee whose fat is ISIS and frying pan is the great unknown.  I pray for those mothers tonight.  My mother's heart goes out to them.  Dear Lord, please bless and comfort them.  Please guide me to know how best to help those mothers.  I just cannot even fathom how they are even coping.  Are diapers changed once a day only?  Are there a bunch of little babies with awful rashes?  Do they have any clean water?  Are they burning up in the sun or shivering in the wet rain?  Oh those poor mothers.  I want to hold and hug them and welcome them all into my home.  By accident of birth, I am not them but I love them.  I empathize.  Dear Lord, please guide me to help them as best as I can.  Please accept my sincerest gratitude for having a safe and warm and loving home and family where we are not only surviving but thriving too.  I am so blessed.  So, so blessed.  I thank THEE.

WE WELCOME REFUGEES