Chicken Soup For My Soul

I am the type of person that likes to do everything on my own. I guess I pride myself in being independent which makes it almost impossible for me to ask for help- especially when I really need it. My way of living has changed somewhat in the last couple months. With Ti Tonga working in Salt Lake, I've had to adjust to doing things here at home the way a single mother would. By now I feel like it's practically the norm. It's not something that I'm proud of or that I seek pity for- it's just what I have to do to survive.
Well, this passed Saturday I realized that I do not posses super natural powers and that it is okay to ask for help. When I was younger I used to get really bad migraines that would make me horribly sick. Saturday I was sitting here watching TV when my vision started to get blurry. This is normally a sign that a migraine is coming for me, but it has been YEARS since I've had a really bad one so I didn't think anything of it. It didn't take long for the pain to hit... and it hit BAD! I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. All I could do was lay there and cry. The person who I wanted most to be there to comfort me was over 600 miles away. I felt so bad for Nici and Mote. They tried to get me a drink of water and Nic sat by me and rubbed my head, but the pain just kept getting worse. Mote was able to get on the phone and call Ti Tonga and when Ti found out what was happening he asked me if I wanted him to call Brian (our home teacher) to come over and give me a blessing. My stubbornness kicked in and I told him No. I would be fine. After hours of pain and vomiting I couldn't take it anymore. I called Ti Tonga and told him I needed a blessing now. Soon after I heard knocking at the door and in come both my home teachers in white shirts and ties. They gave me a blessing then told the boys to put their shoes on so they could take them while I got some rest. Almost instantly the pain subsided just enough for me to drift away into sleep and I was able rest comfortably knowing that the boys were being well taken care of. Later on I heard more knocking to find Allison Baker (my other home teacher's wife) on my doorstep. She brought me all the essentials that an aching body yearned for: chicken noodle soup, french bread, strawberries, and ginger ale. I ate my dinner in peace and the boys showed up afterward- right in time for bed. When Cheryl dropped them off she said she would be back in the morning to pick them up for church and that Allison had already found a sub for my primary class. So Sunday the boys left for church and spent another day at the Johnson's house. I was able to rest the entire day and was joined by the boys again after dinner.
Today I am feeling great and cannot express how much I appreciate all that my ward members have done for me. I'm not going to lie- it has been a tough adjustment being away from Ti Tonga, but how comforting it is to know that if I need a priesthood blessing, or help with the kids- that I can just pick up the phone and call up the street for help. I am so grateful for the love that is abundant in my ward and in the people throughout this gospel. My ward is constantly inspiring me to serve wholeheartedly. How lucky is my family to be a part of this loving community. I was always sure of it before, but I'm telling you now- it IS a fact... that Durango Heights ward is absolutely the BEST =)