I came home from church today feeling a little overwhelmed.
During the meeting, Ryan had his arm around me--trying to peacefully meditate, I'm sure--and I just kept sighing, adjusting, crossing and uncrossing my legs, sniffling. Basically, I was grumping.
"What's going on??" he finally asked.
"I'm mad," I stated, matter of factly.
"At me?" he asked. (Poor Ryan, he puts up with a lot.)
"No, at everything else," I responded--and left it at that.
Do your family history.
Serve your neighbors.
Keep your house clean.
Cook healthy meals.
Read your scriptures.
Be a missionary.
Engage in your community.
Keep a journal.
Stay informed on current events.
Be a good wife, teacher, daughter, sister, friend, Relief Society member...someday, mother...
It's all a little much for me sometimes.
And that list of basics doesn't even include some of the "non-essential" goals that I have for myself, such as writing a book, learning Spanish, helping at the orphanage...SIGH SIGH SIGH.
This week, Ryan asked me what the meaning of life is. (I think he is discouraged by school and trying to figure out how to find more joy on a daily basis.) I thought about it, and I told him that I think it's "love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor as thyself." Luke 10:27. I think that's the reason why God sent us to this crazy world...to see if we would love Him and love our fellowmen.
Two simple commandments. Yet, life's not so simple, is it?