A Typical Morning.

We had some really good speakers for the North West Youth Conference. We enjoyed what we could participate in. James Rafferty and Christian Berdahl  inspired our hearts. We came home kind of late after the concert last night. Missy was asleep in the car and as expected we're walking on eggshells around her this morning.

Child of mine!!

I have pretty much decided there are some things she may never learn.

Our number one trial is first thing every morning.

She gets out of bed. She even smiles and engages in decent conversation until someone reminds her of what needs to be done. If no one told her to do anything and she got her every whim and way life would be a peach. Well, maybe. At least that seems to be her goal;  to train this whole household to treat every day like a vacation and to live each moment by inclination.

Eighteen months and the kid has not been able to teach us a thing about how a morning is suppose to run.

It's got to be frustrating.

I know.

Eighteen months and I have not been able to teach this kid a thing about how a morning is suppose to run, either.

This morning was no different.

I set the timer.

She flung herself on her bedroom floor.

BUT

A while  later I found Christina on her knees working  with the Misery. She accomplished what I could not and got the smile back. Missy then accomplished her routine in record time. However, the timer rang LONG before she finished because she wasted the first part of her morning before Christina prayed with her.

Breakfast was cleared away. I allowed her a banana and her vitamins and put some strong perimeters on what I would allow in terms of complaining.

WILL SHE EVER LEARN?

I don't know.

But it was an awesome blessing to see my 13 year old on the floor, on her knees working with the kiddo to bring about a happy attitude. Maybe the misery was worth it, just to see that!!

The Savior regards with infinite tenderness 

the souls whom He has purchased with His blood. 

They are the claim of His Love. 

He looks upon them with unutterable longing. 

His heart is drawn out, 

not only to the best-trained and most attractive

children but to those who by inheritance and 

through neglect have objectionable traits of character. . . 

Jesus looks upon these children with pity. 

He traces from cause to effect.

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