Yesterday I wrote in my journal,
"Sometimes it seems there is just not enough of me to go around and meet all of [the boys'] needs."
Just a few hours later we received some devastating news about a friend of ours...
the kind of news that brings a literal heartache and hollowness inside.
I was overcome with sadness and prayed desperately to know what to say to her
while simultaneously recognizing that words do not exist that would ease her burden.
I felt so inadequate.
And I feel so inadequate each and every day because what I have to offer seems woefully pitiful
when I look at all the needs that exist around me.
But then I am reminded of one of the Savior's miracles.
I think of the pitiful amount of food that was given to feed a seemingly impossible number of people.
5 loaves and 2 fishes.
And over 5,000 people.
But the power of God made that tiny offering expand until it was enough--
more than enough, in fact.
And that gives me hope.
Hope that the effort I devote to our family will bear good fruit.
Hope that words will fill my mouth when I can think of nothing worth saying.
Hope that maybe somehow God will use me as an instrument to further His work despite my many failings.
Hope that perhaps my pitiful offerings will make a difference for good.
Because although all I have is not enough,