Tender mercies....

Yesterday was a rough day. Not really a bad day with the kids, just a challenging day. Work has been really hard for the last 5 months. My client changed systems and it takes more time each day to get my work done. I struggle with getting much of anything done around the house during the week. Many days I go to bed feeling like I have failed as a wife and mother. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way on occasion. We're also dealing with Kevin's grandpa in his final stages of colon cancer. It's awful to watch someone die a painful death. Not to mention the thought of not having him around is heart-breaking. This morning I found this note that Stockton wrote to Annie. I find them quite often, but it meant more to me this morning. It was Heavenly Father's way of telling me not to worry about all of the little things. My kids are happy. My husband is happy. We are so blessed. All of the other stuff will work out in the end. One day at a time...