be a little TOO kind

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I decided to write this piece because I have a voice and I will use it for good. I will not stay silent. I believe in the power of ONE and I have a testimony of the magnificent work that God can do when we allow Him to work through us. As members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, we are encouraged to "raise our voices against the wicked trends in our day." The philosopher Edmund Burke stated, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men and women to do nothing." A couple of weeks ago, just before the new online school year ended, Isaak started acting out. It was more that just a kid being a little turd as we all know they like to be sometimes. This was different. For several days in a row he was awful to be around. He would say horrible things to me and Austin or his siblings with no remorse. He was defiant in all his actions. He would disobey just to get a reaction from us and then almost embrace the pain from the verb

Yesterday we had our second home church as a family. The spirit was so mighty in our home as we discussed the scriptures and shared personal insight. After home church I felt so uplifted and edified. That peace I felt was quickly shaken by the news that Jakob, my son who had been serving an LDS mission in South Korea, would be released from his calling as a missionary. I immediately felt an overwhelming blanket of sadness and frustration. I had held back the hefty feelings of everything that had changed over the last two weeks pretty solid until THAT news. It wasn't the type of news that was absolutely devastating itself, but it felt like that particular piece of information was the final piece of the Jenga tower holding everything else up and once it was pulled, it all came crashing down. To be honest, I actually love having home school. I like the feeling of having all of my kids around me even if they drive me freaking nuts, make 5 billion messes a day, and eat ALL the f

A few weeks ago I was on my phone responding to several messages I had received. I had about 4-5 different conversations I was juggling as well as posting on my different accounts. I recently created a schedule for my weekdays and I've added in a "phone check" time every few hours and I was just getting used to trying to do as much as I can in the designated time slot, so my mind was frazzled. I had posted on my regular account's story about my recent @bealittleTOOkind post and tagged that account. I then went BACK to the @bealittleTOOkind account to respond to messages. While responding, I got a new notification which I THOUGHT was the previous person I had been messaging so I clicked over quickly and saw what LOOKED like her sharing my post in her stories. I "hearted" the message and then wrote to her, "You're glorious." At that moment, I received another new notification. As I glanced up to see who it was from, I was confused. It said

Y'all. Last week. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Last week was a complete and utter fail. I told y'all I was gonna be honest, I TOLD YOU. Well, here I am being honest. I wish I could blame my fake period for my callous and impatient spirit this week but I'm pretty sure…wait let me check…yeah no, I can't. I just blamed my fake period for being poopy pants less than two weeks ago. This is the problem with having a fake period; you never know if it's ACTUALLY your fake period or if you're just a crazy person. My guess is it's more than likely the latter of the two. But never mind all that, it doesn't matter. Excuse or not, I failed this week. Not only did I avoid meeting anyone new, but I lost my patience with humans multiple times over ridiculous things. It all started when I had to take my regularly scheduled bimonthly trip into THE BELLY OF THE DEVIL: Walmart. 🤢I SHOULD be able to just end my story right here. SURELY, you all have the same feelings as me about this st

A couple of weeks ago my Lover went out of town. This happens quite often and USUALLY isn't a big deal at our house but this time was different. This time was different because he just got a sweet new sexy truck and him leaving town meant THE TRUCK WAS MINE for a few days. 🙌🏾 I am NOT a lover of driving. To be honest, I hate it actually. But for those few days I looked for every single possible excuse to jump in the truck and drive somewhere. We need q-tips? I'm on it. You need a cold drAnk? Let's go. None of your underwear suddenly fits? Let's go shopping. I mean seriously, every single thing I could run an errand for, I did. It was glorious. I loved every moment of driving around in that truck, feeling like a bad A. Eventually, the sad day finally arrived when I had to go pickup my Lover from the airport and end our romance. With the truck. THE TRUCK, yall! Geez. I had assumed I would drive the truck to the airport because surely he would want his truck

For the past week or so, I was struggling with an awful case of BLAH. In our family, we refer to this as poopy pants syndrome. Poopy pants is when you're just so MEH about everything, you walk around mopey and lost. You have no energy, no motivation, you cry about everything, you feel hopeless and weak, and nothing anyone can say or do will alter your soggy attitude. It is the WORST. At first, I blamed my fake period for placing me there. I don't have a uterus, but I still exhibit PMS symptoms each month so hence: the fake period. But the longer it lasted I knew it was more than that. It was resistance. I recently read a book called The War of Art , referred to me by my good friend Kevin Kuzia. I highly suggest it. The entire book is about achieving a set goal you have in mind and overcoming the resistance you will face as you work toward it. It wasn't too far into the book when I realized I could substitute the word Satan or the adversary , in place of t