I recently took a short flight from Salt Lake City Airport to the Kansas City Airport, by way of Denver Colorado. I am no stranger to traveling and have never been bothered by children on flights. Afterall, it can be painful for some adults. Just image a small child going through that but not understanding the reasoning behind it.
Usually parents work very hard at making their children feel comfortable and helping their children act as appropriately as possible for such a small confined space. I have seen some parents come up with some very clever ways to distract and entertain their children! Those ideas often work wonders. Their children enjoy those flights and so does everyone around them!!!
However, on my most recent trip I was completely shocked by the last of respect a family had while traveling with their two young children. These children were wildly ill behaved and after observing them for an hour and a half I no longer wonder why. The children were disrespectful, disobedient and outright rude to their parents. The hardest thing for me to watch was their parents laughing at their disrespect and poking fun of their disobedience.
What happened to the good old days when children listened to their parents and did what they asked? When children didn't sass everything that came out of their parents mouths?? Is this the result of the world that we live in? Or just the result of a few inapt parents? Either way...I am scared for my posterity. But find comfort in the principles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ that teach parenting as an act of love and use the Savior as the purest example of obedience. And because of that I can put my fear aside and rejoice in the opportunity to raise children at this time! I rejoice in the knowledge that I was saved specifically for this dispensation of time!!! And like the Stripling Warriors in the Book of Mormon my children will not doubt- because their mother had taught them!!
Alma 56: 47 Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.
48 And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it.
A great talk about parenting can be found HERE or HERE!! Read both if you feel so inclined!
I used to handle them much better than I do now. I used to make a list of the things in my life that made me happy- my blessings. Now I just seem to drown in my sorrows, forgetting my blessings.
But I had a realization. An epiphany of sorts.
I am blessed beyond measure. & all that I have I owe to God. To a loving Heavenly Father who loves me, who knows me and who blesses me beyond measure. He has allowed me to experience so much in this life that brings me great joy!!!! That joy that I feel is what gets me through! Because of this realization I have decided to count my blessings. I am going to take time everyday to remember the blessings that I have in my life. After all, some of the things that I take for granted in my life can be what someone else is praying for. Today I am grateful that God answers prayers. Even the lowly prayers of farmers in Idaho who need moisture. I am grateful for life long friends! I am grateful that I know that Jesus Christ atoned for my sins. I am grateful for the ability I have to gain an education. I am grateful for the sun, the ocean & the forest. I am grateful for my mission to Australia!!! I am grateful that I have endless amounts of paper to doodle on! Tonight when I kneel down to pray I will remember the countless blessings that I have been given- despite my selfish attitude!!
In effect, this has been Israel’s history down through the ages. When
things got too sinful, or there was too much secularization in society,
or life with the Gentiles was destroying the moral code and commandments
God had given, the children of the covenant would be sent fleeing into
the wilderness to reestablish Zion and start all over again."
The Lord teaches us through patterns. I like patterns. I like knowing what happened before and especially knowing that others have been through what I have been through and survived. I like Zion. I love knowing that one day Zion's walls will ring with praise.