From 1925: I was once very subject to the blues and given to worry. I discovered that the blues were just self-pity; worrying was doubting my Heavenly Father. Worrying does no one any good and may do a number of people real harm. So, as someone else had said, “I have to live with myself so I decided to have good company.” I’ve been through much poverty and ill health. I do not yet possess many things needed for comfort and my health is still not good enough to permit me to do many things I wish to. However, it is gradually improving and I can say life is very good.

There are so many things for us to be thankful for: a morning when all things are covered with crystal frost and the sun comes up so clear and bright we can see a million diamonds; a clear, frosty morning when the very air makes us feel the joy of just being alive and our hearts are so full of joy we can almost fly; the first patch of green grass brought forth by the first glorious days of spring, the first flowers and all the later ones. Oh, how I love my flowers! Truly, my heart is glad all the year because of them. I cannot spend much money for them but I try to have something new each year. All winter I can remember the beauties of last summer and anticipate the loveliness next summer will bring. I love my vegetable garden too, though it is a tiny one. Two people do not need much and all our children are now making gardens of their own.

When middle age comes we are given time for some of the other things we have long wanted to do. Perhaps it is to read or take up that almost forgotten music, or do our fill of beautiful needlework. But perhaps the thing that makes life the most worthwhile is the love of family and true friends. This is one of the richest blessings life has to offer and cannot be overvalued.

 

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