Justin was at work, Macey at school, and Maddy down for a nap. It was finally “me time.”
I sat down at my sewing table and started to trace hearts onto fabric.
But this wasn’t what I felt like doing. I wanted to do something else, but I didn’t know what.
I looked around the room and saw my scriptures sitting on the desk.
I reached for them and opened up to Alma. Alma’s always a good read.
As I read in the quiet house I was filled with peace. There were no earth shattering inspirations that came. But I was filled with the spirit and was reminded once again that The Book of Mormon is true.
Crafting can wait for another day.
