Note to Self:

A friend recently told me about an interesting discussion during a Relief Society lesson on marriage. Instead of comments about trying to be unified or serve each other better or efforts to make God more a part of the relationship (things one might expect to hear in a church meeting), the comments were things like frustration that a husband frequently leaves his socks on the floor, and an annoyance with the way another husband eats his fried chicken.

My first reaction was, “What stupid women.” And a wish that I be stricken with both of those terrible trials and more because they would mean a husband to come home to at the end of a hard day, someone to cuddle up and watch movies with on a Saturday night, a partner to tackle life with when things are tough, etc., etc….

But then I realized, I might complain about the same stupid things had having a husband been simply handed to me on a "silver platter." So, this post is a little reminder for me (in case I ever forget) to try and see the gift in socks on the floor – in whatever form that trial comes.