Yesterday we were reading the Book of Mormon before school. We are in 1st Nephi, when Laman and Lemuel have tied Nephi up on the ship. After the horrible storm and the brothers relent, Nephi prays and praises God. My gilrs didn't know what praise meant, and when I explained to them that Nephi prayed and thanked God because he had blessed them, they were shocked.
"Why would he thank God?" asked Eden, my oldest. I was kind of taken aback. I had never really thought about it before. He was on a ship, in the middle of a terrifying storm, surrouned by people who hated him. What did he have to be thankful for?
"Well," I began, grasping for straws, "he probably was thankful that his brothers had finally untied him. And even thought the ship almost sank, it didn't. So he was thankful for that. And, his brothers could have killed him, but instead they tied him up. So he was probably thankful for that."
"Oh. Okay." And that was that.
It made me think. If Nephi can praise God in the middle of a storm, on a ship, surrounded by family who hated him, I can too.
If he can find the good in all that, it shouldn't be so hard for me.
We have a car functioning well enough to make the trip to California.
We are all healthy enough to travel in the car for 10 hours.
We have family who lives at the halfway point so we don't have to do it all in the same day. (Thanks again guys!)