Kerry Blair. She has faced many trials (having M.S. and now ovarian cancer, and 2 sons serving in Iraq, among others) and through it all she writes with grace and compassion and humor. I started reading one of her blogs, Six LDS Writers and a Frog, back when I didn't know what a blog was.
I just finished her book "Counting Blessings: Wit and Wisdom for Women" and it was just what I needed this week. I have felt cumbered about and depressed, and embarrassed myself by completing breaking down at Book Club Wednesday night. (Good thing my friends love me.) Sister Blair's book is full of sentences that made me go "huh" and "yeah" and "oh, I needed that." I was hooked in the third paragraph:
"As Latter-day Saints we are practically obsessed with anxiously engaging ourselves in good causes. Maybe it's subliminal. Glancing through the hymnal last Sunday, I noted that as sisters in Zion, we who are called to serve are all enlisted to go marching, marching forward because the world has need of willing men to press on scattering sunshine. We wonder if we have done any good in the world today, because we have been given much and want to do what is right, keep the commandments, press forward with the Saints, and put our shoulders to the wheel going where He wants us to go. However, as the morning breaks high on the mountain top, truth reflects upon our senses, and while we still believe that sweet is the work, we also realize that we have work enough to do ere the sun goes down. And thus we ask Thee ere we part, where can we turn for peace?"
In the midst of my depressed state, I have been witness to so many tender mercies: Elizabeth reaching out to me and getting me out of my house and having fun with her; Greg taking a day off work to let me catch up on sleep and just relax without any worries about anything; the Young Women leaders letting me crash Girls' Camp and just soak up the Spirit; the BC ladies listening to my supposed woes; and Tiff bringing me treats and a note - to name a few.
My life is so blessed and so full, and sometimes it is too easy to get caught up in my Martha-ness and get filled with fear and doubt and be weighed down by imperfections. I am grateful to my husband and to my friends and to the words of complete strangers for reminding me of what is important and needful.