Grateful

Yesterday I went and visited a family who lived in a mobile home. The dad of the home even said "we're gonna buy this crappy trailer" except not so eloquently. He was in our records as a member but I don't think he's been to church in a long time. There were cigarettes everywhere outside and the dad just wore pajama pants and a t shirt the whole time. There were three kids in the household, a 13 year old boy, and two little girls who were like 5 and 3. The parents were very loud with each other and very blunt with their kids. The mom said that all the kids are from different fathers and only the youngest girl was her and the dad's at the house. She said that she's been homeless before and that she's lived on the roads. She also told us that she had to refrain from using the F word about 50 times while we were there and that it was one of their 3 year oldest favorite words. It was very sad to me because that little girl doesn't know any different. This is her life and she doesn't know anything else. It reminds me of the importance of raising kids in a healthy environment and makes me so grateful for the house I grew up in. Not everyone has a nice big house and gets to do all these hobbies and has parents that love them and always support them. I'm especially grateful to have grown up with the gospel in our house. It truly makes such a difference and I know how hard it must be to raise a family but I thank my parents for all of their sacrifices. I hope that I too can provide a good home for my kids sometime and I want to make it a top priority. Family is everything and I just want to thank you for being mine ❤

Sister DelHoyo