I am so grateful for my ability to make choices. Within the last couple of days, I've read the testimony of Elizabeth Smart, and she emphasized several times that Brian David Mitchell took away her ability to choose through threatening her death and that of her family. Reading about everything that she went through at the hands of another person has really made me so grateful that I can choose what to do with my life each day. I can choose to wake up and clean, or I can choose to stay in bed and sleep all day. I can choose to treat my children and those around me with respect and love, or I can choose to treat everyone with disdain and rudeness. Each day I make choices, and I do not have a "Lucifer-figure" in my life demanding I do what he/she wants me to do. I am so grateful that I have always had the ability to choose. Yes, Elizabeth Smart still had a choice ... to do what Mitchell wanted her to do, or to die (according to his threats). She chose to live. Granted, by doing so, she didn't get to make many other choices according her desires, but she ultimately chose her life and her family's lives. I am so grateful for my knowledge that we are here on this earth because we initially chose to follow our Heavenly Father's plan. We have always had the ability to choose, and I am thankful that this ability was never taken from us.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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