I am pretty excited to unleash my design love all over the web via facebook. I am so grateful I have a husband who has been patient enough to teach me some of his tricks, combine that with my love of pretty things and BAM I get to be a designer. Even if sometimes it’s just birthday invitations for my littles.
I would love to be busy all day long with design work. Invitations, subway art, holiday party invites, wedding invites, birthday invites and all things awesome. To make this possible I need orders! Head on over to Facebook and like my page www.facebook.com/heatherjharrisdesign and check out all my lovely little creations.
Thanks times one million!!!
I woke up and grabbed my phone, as I do every morning when I am not quite ready to face the day. I opened my favorite news app and I read about how a woman wore her pink tennis shoes so she wouldn’t become fatigued whilst convincing a group of people that baby murder should be deemed ok. Heaven forbid her feet get sore. I read that in sunny California the “traditional” definition of marriage has been altered. I wonder how this will impact my children and their children. I read about one too many parents inflicting one too many injustices upon their little people they have been given stewardship over. And my heart hurt.
I wonder how we haven’t been burned right down to the ground.
As I get ready for the day I turn on the listening feature on my gospel library and decide I will follow along with my family’s reading. I start in chapter 28 of Second Nephi and I hear this: Wo be unto the Gentiles, saith the Lord God of Hosts! For notwithstanding I shall lengthen out mine arm unto them from day to day, they will deny me; nevertheless, I will be merciful unto them, saith the Lord God, if they will repent and come unto me; for mine arm is lengthened out all the day long, saith the Lord God of Hosts.
And I am reminded who I belong to. I am reminded I am in the watchful care of my all knowing maker. I love Him. I can parent my babies knowing that we are building a strong foundation. A foundation of faith.
When the storms come and I know they will, when I read stories that shake my very faith in humanity I know there is still hope. And always will be. Because for as big and as important as we let ourselves believe we as mere mortals are, we still have an all knowing Father with infinitely more intelligence than we can hope to possess in this life.
And for that I feel safe. And right now that is all I need.