Here Comes Peter Cottontail

What a great weekend. I love celebrating Easter. For the REAL reason for Easter, and the fun part of Easter. It's just a great holiday.

Mark's been really tired these last few days. I think he must be going through some brain recovery period. He hates it that he doesn't have any energy or stamina. He feels like a bum. And today he's been particularly down. We all got up to get ready for church and he decided he didn't want to go. I came home after Sacrament meeting to put out the Easter basket treasure hunt and get lunch started. He was up and about, but kind of mopey. He got into the spirit of things and was excited for the girls to get home from church. The treasure hunt was a HUGE success (our first time) and he thanked me for being a great mom and making sure his babies had the best Easter. We enjoyed a WONDERFUL lunch and then the melancholy set back in. He was very emotional wondering if he was ever going to "be a man." He was asking the adults at the dinner table if they thought he was a good man, if they thought he was good enough for me, if they thought he was ever going to be the husband and father we deserve. Then he decided he needed a Priesthood blessing.

My mom called the Bishop over, as he's her home teacher. He was thrilled that she called him because my mother has NEVER asked for help from her home teachers. He listened as Mark tried to express himself through tears. I ended having to tell the Bishop what's been on Mark's mind. He was too emotional. The Bishop counseled him and the he and my brother Tye gave him a beautiful blessing. Sacred words spoken to Mark directly from his Father in Heaven. The Spirit was very strong. Peace and comfort were provided. Things were even said that I wish were admissable in a court of law. Unfortunately, they will have to wait until they are spoken in the Lord's court. And truly that is the only one that matters. After the Bishop left, Mark was overcome with extremem fatigue. I think this must be why he was so exhausted over the weekend. He's been carrying around this stress and worry and self doubt. What a relief to know that his Father in Heaven is aware of him, loves him, is blessing him every day, and knows the truth of the events of the assault. He slept for the rest of the afternoon.

I can't adequately express what it does to my heart when Mark feels this way. Under normal circumstances when a person has a down day, they can get counsel or say a prayer and things can look better. When you're faced with extreme odds that were no fault of your own, it's maddening. And I get angry and sad all over again. Mark has had a miraculous recovery. And for that we are so very grateful. But it's still hard, everyday, waiting patiently for his body to finish recovering, and wondering how far the recovery will go. There are still so many unknowns. We are still on a roller coaster ride. Two steps forward, one step back. And we can only take it one day at a time.

Blessing of the Day: priesthood