I am really good at getting caught up in life and forgetting about what's most important. Sometimes I have the attitude that my children, my scriptures, my prayers, my husband will always be there....I need to worry about all of these other things first.
So many things to worry about.
How to pay the bills.
Getting the house clean.
Making valentines for the girls' V-day exchange at school.
My volunteer hours for the preschool carnival.
Memorizing my arias for the concert in 2 weeks.
Singing an A#.
Preparing voice lessons.
Why I haven't received the book I'm supposed to review yet.
Decorating the house.
Getting all the laundry and dishes done.
Finding time to exercise.
And much, much more.
Of course, my children and husband and church duties are on that list, too. It just seems that all too often they are pushed down to the very end, when they should always be right at the very top.
My mom recently pointed me to a blog of a family her friend knows. Their youngest son had an accident and is now in Primary Children's Hospital fighting for his life. I've been reading it and I feel like my eyes have been opened and I am trying to shift my priorities back to the way they should be.
This post especially had me realizing just how important it is. Sure, the things on my list are "important," but they aren't as important as my babies.
Anyway, those are my thoughts for the day. I am off to cuddle with Sophia for a while before I face all of my other worries.