Again, I Must Repent!

I spend a good deal of time "venting" on my blog. It seems that, when I feel like I am just at the end of my rope, I find my blogging friends there for comfort, and I am so very thankful for that. And, maybe, that is the only good thing that came from my complaining over things out of my control in weeks past. Today, though, as I was listening to General Conference, amid all the many things I heard that helped me to see what I need to do and where I need to improve, was a story in a talk, by our beloved prophet, that made me, again, repent, for there are, and have been, many who have suffered far greater trials than I, and stayed faithful and uncomplaining. The story was told by President Thomas S. Monson, during the Sunday morning session. He spoke of a woman who, because of the consequences of World War II, was forced to walk a thousand miles, with her children, to get to the land their corrupt leaders said she could settle in. The story was filled with trials: cold, hunger, ragged clothes, no shoes. One by one, she lost each of her children, burying the first by digging a grave with a teaspoon, and then burying her last...her baby...by digging the frozen ground with her bare hands. She made it, alone, to her destination, and still remained faithful, and uncomplaining. I am so very, very blessed...beyond the wildest imaginations of this dear soul. Please, forgive me, friends, family, and Father in Heaven, for complaining about such a small inconvenience, a small trite little money/job thing. My life is truly blessed, beyond measure, and I will always be grateful for that!