Tender Mercies

"We should not underestimate or overlook the power of the Lord's tender mercies. the simpleness, the sweetness, and the constancy of the tender mercies of the Lord will do much to fortify and protect us in the troubled times in which we do now and will yet live. When words cannot provide the solace we need or express the joy we feel, when it is simply futile to attempt to explain that which is unexplainable, when logic and reason cannot yield adequate understanding about the injustices and inequities of life, when mortal experience and evaluation are insufficient to produce a desired outcome, and when it seems that perhaps we are so totally alone, truly we are blessed by the tender mercies of the Lord and made mighty even unto the power of deliverance."
Elder David A. Bednar

Another whirlwind weekend.

I did get my date night. In between taking Shi to and from her school swim practice. Dora's and Ross. Ahhhhhh, just what I needed.

Taylor had a date night, too. Sushi and Harry Potter. Good times (not be confused with GoodTimes).

Lex "broke up" with her latest beau through text. Not my recommended way of handling things, but I'd rather not have her "going out" with anyone on a steady basis anyway.

Taylor purchased his first car. We stopped by Wells Fargo to get a small loan.  We were given an interest rate of 17.9%, since he doesn't have a loan history and is just starting to establish credit.  Aghast, we declined the offer and headed to the credit union across the street, passing by a Hobby Lobby on our way.  As I carefully slowed to go over the speed bumps in front of the store, a biker chick and her dude, fully decked in biker gear, were getting off of their big black motorcycles.  On the back of her flashy be-dazzled leather jacket in the center of a blinged out shield were the words WELLS FARGO ROBBED ME.  Comic relief.  

The credit union gave a 4.49% rate.  Much nicer.

Saturday morning Taylor, Bill and I attended the temple, then went to sign the loan papers, then Bill and Tay attended a baptism, then went to get the car.  White shirts and ties the entire time.

On Sunday, Bill and Tay both talked in another ward, then Tay talked in another ward.  I attended the earlier talk(s), then rushed home for choir practice with Shilo, back home to get the other girls, and back to church to sing in the choir.

After church, I had a mini mom-meltdown.  Let out my frustrations.  Lectured my children.  Heavy-handedly set up severe punishments for those who do not comply in the future.  I cried a little.  Taylor provided the comic relief and supportive-child feedback.  Bill mediated.  Then the girls and I did dishes while Bill and Tay went home teaching, earlier tension alleviated.  Patience and long-suffering displayed.

Things I am grateful for today:

everyday tender mercies

a loving husband

kind and forgiving children

4.49% interest rates

telephones

cell phones

comic relief