I am blessed.

I feel so blessed by my Heavenly Father this week. I have had a sure and quiet knowledge that He is with me every day. I began the week with a blessing from my husband. He placed his hands on my head and blessed me with the strength to get through this week of rising so early to teach seminary, to be able to care for my children with a cheerful heart, and to have all the physical stamina I would need to accomplish my given tasks.

There are a few things I've let go. No gym. My house is in slight disarray.

But my spirit is swollen to happiness. I have felt God's hand in my life each day, like it was His hand that touched my head in benediction on Sunday night. My spiritual eyes watch the world in sharper focus, amazed at answers that pop up to questions I didn't know I had, thrilled at connections between ideas and principles that don't normally intersect, delighted by my recognition and acceptance that I am totally dependent on my Heavenly Father and that all things come from Him.

He is a good parent. He knows me well, and understands how to teach me. He is patient as I learn. He rewards me richly when I do.

I love my Heavenly Father. I am grateful I got to serve Him this week. I am humbled that I have been entrusted with the care of some of His sweetest spirits. I am happy.