"Difficulties allow us to change for the better, to rebuild our lives in the way our Heavenly Father teaches us, and to become something different from what we were—better than we were." —President Thomas S. Monson

 

Some major rebuilding is happening in our family right now.  Between moving, losing their grandmother and the daily stresses of life, some of our children are struggling right now.  One in particular.  As a mother, I feel so helpless when my children are struggling in ways that I don't know how to help them.  Yesterday was a very long and extremely emotional day.  By the end of the day we were doing better, but it is going to be a process to get where we want to be.  (I am not including details so that my child won't get upset over it.)  I am so grateful for healthcare providers.  I realized today after an appointment that it seems that most mental health providers might possibly have mental health problems themselves, which is what led them to that profession. 

 

I have a good friend who just graduated with her BS in social work and is preparing to start on her masters and become a LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social Worker).  This friend (G), came to the hospital yesterday and sat with us for over an hour.  I am extremely grateful for her friendship and knowledge. 

 

When we met, it was one of those 'small world' moments.  We grew up in the same stake, went to the same Jr. High and High School and never met each other.  She was one year older than I and I knew several of her cousins, but it wasn't until we both moved into the same ward as adults that we became friends.  G has had her share of difficulties and rebuilding that I can't imagine going through.  Isn't that the way it usually works?  Our trials are awful, but when we hear about someone else's trials, we wouldn't want to trade them places!

 

I know that we will all come out of this better people and stronger in our faith, it's just a matter of hanging on until we get through it.