Endeavour to be FUN!

I find myself today grateful that my kids have married into fun families!!!

As Richard and I look back at our childhood we both say "we didn't really have fun families." Our family time just wasn't that chatty, game playing laughing fun time we see other families have.  We had both wanted our kids to be raised in a fun family.   In looking back we thought we made life fun, but observing our kids in-laws' families,  especially our sons we know now, we just didn’t know how to do that!

My childhood idea of fun

When my brother threw me down and hog tied me - laughing and smiling or when he would drop me down in the hay bails so I couldn’t get out laughing all the while,  I thought we were having fun. When my sister would take me on trips and we would pick up hitch hikers, or my brother would let me drive to school in the 9th grade because he was hung over.  I thought we were having fun because everyone was smiling and laughing, even if I wasn’t.

When Richard was left on his own to run the streets or turned loose on the family vaca in exchange for the parents "adult time" - he thought alone, unsupervised time was his family fun time!

Us raising kids to have fun

When we had kids I expected him to help me thinking he would know how to have fun,  and today he  said he "didn’t know how and probably didn’t care he was trying to make a living"!!!
Life is hard right?  And Thus We See...We didn't grow up in families that "had laugh out loud fun"!

Fun playing out in life ... or Not

It’s so interesting to me then, what you as a child are raised to believe is fun, because of what you see the adults do in your life.

So today for the first time I guess I’m thinking having a fun family is hereditary and conditioned on knowing how to have a fun family already! Hum!!! HEr me, we are not dissing our parents at this point we are learning, researching, gaining information so as to break cycles for future generations.

Break the Cycle!  Endeavour to Be Fun!

Accepting this knowledge doesn't have to stymie the family fun.  This year with my whole Endeavour Project I will find a way for my family to be and have so much fun it will start a new cycle.  Break old patterns and achieve that laugh out loud, be Dang Fun Fun status!  Building memories is what my present state of life is!  Endeavour to be ... Dang Fun!

Guilt

December 10, 2017

Sunday Go to meetin' notes!

Obligation  - Honor - Guilt - Sacrifice - Obedience  - Atonement - Belief - Perspective - Respect

So many mixed emotions today!  I know I hear you saying to yourself; “isn’t that usual for you my dear?!”  It’s just that I can’t talk this out out loud with anyone so this is where I come to talk it with myself!! Looking for my own inspirational mind altering thoughts causing a great change of heart!  No big deal‼️

Couple of things happened today causing both a stupor of thought and my bossom to burn, now looking for clarity and that firey change of heart.
My mind swirls with where to start and yes this is a bigger deal to me than you’ll think it is I’m sure of that!  Even at 60 I’m sorting learning defining my own beliefs rules guidelines expectations and so on and so on.
First topic doing something because you just think you are suppose to

Second topic how the atonement applies to me

“In the Garden of Gethsemane, He suffered so greatly that he sweat drops of blood as He pleaded with His Father. But this was all a part of His great atoning sacrifice.

[I once sat] in the shadow of an old olive tree [in the Garden of Gethsemane] and read of that terrible wrestling of the Son of God as He faced the certain future, sweating drops of blood and praying to His Father to let the cup pass if it might--but saying, Nevertheless, Thy will be done, not mine. … I had an overwhelming feeling that He wasn’t making His plea, He wasn’t facing that ordeal in terms of the physical pain He was about to face, the terrible, brutal crucifixion on the cross. That was part of it, I am sure. But in large measure it was, I think, a sense on His part of His role in the eternal welfare of all of the sons and daughters of God, of all generations of time.

Everything depended on Him--His atoning sacrifice. That was the key. That was the keystone in the arch of the great plan which the Father had brought forth for the eternal life of His sons and daughters. Terrible as it was to face it, and burdensome as it was to realize it, He faced it, He accomplished it, and it was a marvelous and wonderful thing. It is beyond our comprehension, I believe. Nevertheless, we glimpse it in small part and must learn to appreciate it more and more and more.” GBH 1997

We read this thought at church today and the discussion was across the board “a new thought”. The idea that Jesus wasn’t just asking to not suffer pain but the idea (in my words) of being the middle man.  The thought of carrying all the weight of the burdens of the world and the hope that people would “get it”, accept it, maybe even appreciate it.  The weight of being the arch, the support for all our woes, choices and sins.

• The question was posed to us “how do you feel about that and or what comes to your mind in thinking about this? My heart literally starting burning, pumping faster I wanted to burst out; "I know how that feels!" While at the same time thinking who do you think you are, and wanting to crawl away and sink into despair speechless at these thoughts.

I need to own my own 60 year old life and I start my quest with ... “my mother raised me and in so doing made me the middle man/girl mediator”...this is my perspective and how and why I think I felt what I did in class today...

I was raised by a mother who wanted her husband to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of LatterDay Saints, married to a man that she loves like no other who promised her he would join the church “if she would marry him”!   I’m the baby of 4 with a few miscarriages thrown in.  I was a “miracle baby of birth” or so I was always told. Along the way my brothers and my sister stopped going to church and I being of the sound age of 6 when I first remember hearing “it’s up to you Kelly Sue to save this family, to keep us together for eternity”.  This being a burden I didn’t want and hated all throughout my teenage years. Many many times praying for this “burden” to be lifted from me if it be possible! I still feel it today, I still hear her words and pleading today.  I pray to face it and Go and Do my part to keep us together.  This is my desire!

I do glimpse it in a very very small part, now I need to appreciate it and move forward.
Now today I am thinking; 'look what He did and does for me and even through all of our choices' and yet I am still asking myself who am I? And thus we see my dilemma!  Move on Girl move Forward.

My July Happiness Project WOW is all I can Say!

Preface

Where to start.  I have to say yet again that I am amazed at how my monthly Happiness Project Goal Keywords have fit perfectly to everything in my life that is going on since I started this project.  The thing that hasn't fit is travel and not having my computer - I think I have become more paperless than I realized, so i'm now back to both the paper journal and the computer (when I have one available).

Family Appreciation

Family; descendants of a common ancestor is one definition.
Appreciation; defined as recognize, treasure, admire, respect, to realize acknowledge grasp the full worth.

Appreciate my family

We had a little family reunion and while there for a few short days I found that I did appreciate 

all the money that was spent to get there,

all the time that was put aside to be there,

all the effort that was made to put aside differences,

All the food that was provided and made specially for us, 

All of the crafts that were prepared provided and made with my baby grands, 

All of the stories of heritage and memories that were shared, 

All of the family games created just for us to play together, 

All of the conversations, 

All of the traditions brought forward 

And all of the love that was there.

Remember how I ask what's the One Thing you believe in?

I believe in family!

Friendship
As I prepare to pull up roots and move again it's been different this time because of friendship.  I have really built up walls there these last few years and have built limited friendships.  This time in letting go its been interesting to watch the man come to tears and really "feel" loss as he packed up his office and left his peers who, maybe for the first time are indeed his friends.  

It's so interesting to me to observe the ties that bind and the need for friendship and people in your life to indeed find happiness. 
Instead of note to self, lecture to self;   This next chapter I need to drop walls and be all in, the kids are gone Kel get over it and find your own self, stop waiting for the next chapter, turn the page and be grateful for friends created along the way.  In so doing be appreciative and acknowledge the blessing of living everywhere you have lived and having all the friends you do because of all the places he's drug you to and using the tool of #MyHappinessProject continue to explore, invest and build life and relationships - yes even in your 60s!

Find Joy in the Moment!  (Also Find joy getting rid of stuff)!The way I look at it is as simple as asking "what if", what if we do and what if we don't? It was me this time, it was me that said "What if hon, you should go for it".  And Thus we see... Joy in the moment!  Not that it's easy to pack it up and say good-bye to this beautiful place where we live #ilovewashington #itswhereilive Talk about a perfect topic and timing for #MyHappinessProject we made a choice to follow the dream and ONE more time make the move.  

Looking back, Feb was the month for me to find Joy in getting tidy and I totally remember getting everything out laying it on the bed and walking out of the room...and thus we see, I am not ready and will be quickly getting rid of things and taking things that I shouldn't be and will in August again be continuing to find Joy in the moment of unpacking and unloading more "things"!

This is the first time we have moved without kids and so it seems even more obvious that we have too much "stuff" when it's only 2 of us and we are loading up a semi again!  I am beginning to admire the "millennial" attitude but dang it's hard to let go.  I strive.

Restore 

Back to family. We hadn't all been together ever,  just for fun in fact the last time we were all in the same place at the same time was 2010 in Arizona when we buried my mom.

This was a time for us to restore our feelings, backgrounds, our memories, our relationships.

I liked to call it "The Gathering 2017" and when you gather you Do in fact restore.  I do so appreciate this fact and that this has happened. From Measurements on the wall at Nana and Papis to school pictures from the 80's and 90's from bowling to church on Sunday from movie time to Now the Day is Over, I pray for Blessings on my family everyday everyday everyday!

My Happiness Project

Return and Report!

These are my 5 Strengths, I would also refer to them as my strongest weaknesses!

My Friend Urlene and I started a smash book to record and document to make a fun place to see our progress our resolve to dig in to My Happiness Project.  She told me about Gretchen Rubin and her books and I fell hard!  Urlene loves me and so she indulged me setting up these books of ours my last visit to Arizona, you should have seen us, it was quite a mess both the room and us!! I was enlightened to see how much she cared about me, this isn't something she wanted to do! I watched her work at it staying there processing this project idea, I want her to know I appreciated that she did this with me - I don't know how I would have started it without her.
Solitude is a weird thing, I've had my share of it these last 3 years, done some serious soul searching.  These books of GR are amazing and fit to my personality I can relate to her so much, anyway ... Because I'm not a reader, if you know me - you know that, it jumps out at me that I can attempt to use her pattern and find my Happiness, my purpose added to and upon the things I've been taught, my upraising and my current emptynester status.  This list is the first of the things I want to learn about, character traits I want to develop, and the person I want to find down deep within.

and this is where I start.
What is a Patriarchal Blessing?   https://www.lds.org/topics/patriarchal-blessings?lang=eng

The #4spendidtruths These are from her Book(s) and she talks about them in her YouTube videos http://gretchenrubin.com/ this is a great place to go and learn from her

My inspiration comes when I'm reading from The Light of Scriptures

Ok so I don't have my own 12 commandments yet these are Gretchen's http://gretchenrubin.com/happiness_project/2009/09/twelve-commandments-of-happiness/

I hope to have my own 12 commandments at the end of this project.  After completing my first month (Nov and Dec of this year are going now to be considered my practice months!!) I think one of my commandments will be Don't Give Up, if you didn't write yesterday write today. Writing, Logging, recording, documenting somehow some way will help me not give up.

I just like this paper! It will have a cool picture on it before this is over!!!

I love her #SecretsofAdulthood
I will apply these and read them often.  I have added to this page the following list for my secrets of Adulthood.  

1. Pray everyday everyday everyday Pray asking what should I pray about! Pray for my kids!
2. Move the Body!
3. Minimize time screen time - evaluate daily
4. remember mom taught me to write thank you cards  - Say Thank you everyday.
5. Spend Time Outside make myself go outside everyday everyday everyday
6. Unplug  (I don't know how long yet but I know everyday everyday everyday that I need to)
7. Do service and this doesn't count my chores!
8. Have a good clean joyful laugh (this one is hers, but I like it I don't know how to do it)
9. Use your talents always searching and maybe adding new ones
10. Live with who I am sleepwise be productive
11. Don't look back longingly
12. Read more Learn more Apply knowledge

This is a great guideline for Happiness also
Proverbs 31:10-31 I want to be that woman

The first 2 practice months and first 4 months
 Main Resolution with subgoals

the next 8 months FamilyisForever Nov and Peace Dec.

So Stay tune and I shall return and report my progress of #MyHappinessProject the coming of self.

No Empty Chairs

I just want to write today about my cute family!  

I have been writing a blog since 2010 and I titled it The Sobczak Daily, well it hasn't been written daily so that seemed to me this morning non applicable so I went right in and have retitled my blog and actually taken ownership of it! A step into the present day.  Last year I wrote in my personal paper journal more than here with the goal of being more "personal", today I ask - is anything personal anymore?  It's a little crazy how nothing is.

I see so much when I look at this picture of my family. 

first I see joy

then I see myself - and think I am alone.

I realize I am not alone, that Richard and I are the bookends of the children in between.

I see the Temple which gives me hope - that we will be a family continuing on into Eternity.

My goal for my little cute family is No Empty Chairs there.

Then I see an empty chair - why is Sean not there?

I see trials and hurdles that have been or are knocked over and some that aren't set back up.
  Then some that have been conquered set back up and the finish line crossed.
I see the world trying to tare us apart
and taking deceiving ways in doing it.

I see heritage and descendants.

I see that together or apart we are one,
that bonds need to be worked on continually and
cemented, that no matter where we live we are Family.

2016. Michael Philip Tomney 1882 -1938

Preface...Today Richard and I were talking about our grandchildren and what we know and don't know about them.  It brings our hearts sadness to not be closer to all of them.  It led to a conversation about how we don't even really know how to grandparent.  How neither of us having any grandfather to speak of to build on and then I found this story.  Knowing that my Dad was an orphan and that he didn't know how to father and now that my moms Dad was an orphan too.  I recognize our need to have our kids and babygrands a little bit more in our lives both for them and their futures and for us in our present!!!  Also makes me so grateful for my life.  Posting this for the kids!

Grandpa Michael Philip Tomney

    Left an orphan at an early age of 5 years, he knew many heartaches.  His parent, Patrick Tomney and Annie Gahan had come from Liverpool to the United States in1880, that is his mother and her three sons; John, David and Patrick came then.  Patrick Sr. had been here for a number of years and had a good house, a fine ranch with a team, farm implements, and twenty head of dairy cows for his family to come to, not far from Idaho Springs Colorado, at which place Philip was born on 25 Jan. 1982.
     In Sept. 1883 Patrick sold his ranch, moved his family to Idaho Springs and left them there while he went to find a new location.  He found a place that suited him on the Unaweep, and bought a squatters right to a piece of land fifty cows and a bull.  He hired a man to care for them while he went to get his family.
     He arrived at Golden Colorado on the 12th of December and was stricken with apoplexy; he sent for his family and they were at his bedside when he passed away on the 15th of Dec 1883.  Philip, being a little less than 2 years old had no recollection of that event.  Nor had he any recollection of his brother John, who went back to England after his fathers death.

     Annie Tomney moved with her family to the new ranch in May 1884.  Here she and her boys broke some of the cows for milk cows and she made butter to sell.  She would pack it in large crocks and would take it to Grand Jct. to sell.  Philip remembered those great crocks of butter and the fragrance of his mother's newly baked bread.  He recalled also the way the cowboys called her "Mother" and loved to come to her home where she always made them welcome.  This was a wild country, only one or two ranchers for miles around, and horse thieves and cattle rustlers often stopping here on their way through the country.
     Around the 8th of May 1887, Annie and her son Dave started to Grand Jct to dispose of butter and to get supplies.  When they reached White Water where they were to stay all night, she started to get out of the wagon, as she stepped on the the horses moved a little, turning the wheel and casing annie to fall, lighting on the wheel.  She was helped into the house and said she wasn't hurt.  But in the night she became very ill, and they sent to Grand Jct for a doctor. When he arrived he said she had ruptured herself badly.  They took her to Grand Jct. where a consultation of 3 doctors decided to operate.  She came through the operation alright, but died of complication two days later, on her birthday May 12, 1887.
     After the death of their mother Dave and Patrick Tomney chose James H. Smith as a guardian and the court appointed his as Philips guardian, but Mr Smith sent him to Capt. F.M.Anderson and his wife to be cared for. Dave and Pat were alloted the cattle and the ranch was put in the care of Capt Anderson for Philip.  Philip loved Mrs Anderson, "Aunt Molly" he called her, but the Capt was harsh and unfair with him so when he was quite a young lad he left to work for other people.  While he was away Aunt Molly took sick and begged for Philip.  Capt wouldn't send for him so some of the neighbors did and he arrived before she had answered deaths call.  At this time they were living at Bayfield, Colorado.  Capt had leased the ranch while Philip was yet with him and they had moved in 1892 to Whitewater, where Philip attended school and helped with the Stables. From there they moved to Durango and in the spring to Bayfield.
     Capt persuaded Philip to stay with him for a while after Aunt Molly died but soon again the harsh treatment caused him to go away again.  In the mean time Dave and Pat had sold the cattle and were mining or doing some other things first in one place or another.  In 1889 Philip went to see Dave who was forman on a ranch in Ridgeway.  While there he contracted Typhoid fever and was in the hospital for week, in Ouray.  After leaving the hospital he stayed with Dave till after Christmas then went to Tin Cup to be with his brother Pat.  He worked at the mines at Telluride, Ophir and Ouray and then at saw milling in Dolores, Colorado.
     In 1908 he and Billy Brookins went from Farmington to Bluff in a boat, they were going down the San Juan to prospect for oil.  Just a few miles above Bluff their boat capsized and they lost everything they had.  He went to Monticello, where he met and married Gladys Perkins.  He farmed and did carpentry was a road supervisor and took up a homestead.  In 1915 he was shot by a carless boy with a gun which nearly cost him his life at the time and affected his health thereafter.  (This is me Kelly wondering if that little boy was Otis?)  He moved with his family to Colo in 1923, first to the mines then in 1924 to Montrose, where he ran a dairy for 13 years.  The last 5 years of his life he was first in one hospital and then another Montrose, Denver and Salt Lake, where he passed away Sept. 7, 1938, after a series of operations and was buried in the city cemetery there.
     Before he came of age Capt. Anderson had sold the ranch and skipped out with the money.  Philips earliest recollection of Christmas was receiving a little brown jug of whiskey and a pipe from the cowboys.

The parents and their daughters; Gladys, Elda, Philip and Iris

     He was proud of his son and two daughters and thankful they had no such childhood as his.  He was adored by them and there was no place he wanted to be but home with his family.

by Gladys P. Tomney

Mesa Third Ward Reunites

#Perspective #Roots #Family #Time #Closure

And Not One Picture! (Really? me! the queen of pictures from the past!)

Thoughts on seeing, hugging and reuniting with friends from the past....

Pre - anxiety, fear and excitement - joy if you will...

But more than that, (believe me or I wouldn't have showed up) is the "feeling", the feeling I remember of being there in that building WITH them.  I lived in this ward boundary and attended church with these people for over half of my life (as of now!) and maybe especially because we have moved so much since we have been married I am overwhelmed with
love and desire to be there, to see them.
The feeling that the past is the past and for good or bad these are my people and that I accept them now and forever (of course should mean that they in turn will accept me)!!!

side notes...

I met at Urlene and Mikes we talked and talked and talked.  Amazing how without seeing each other for so long we can just pick right back up. I love her! We talked so long our husbands were very bored with the same stories and not that impressed with the fond memories of past boyfriends, memories of 3rd ward and family - Funny the different perspectives!

At the reunion...Lyle ask me if I remembered all the pictures of the Bishops on the wall in the Bishops office? I answered without a thought "Yes indeed I was in there alot"!  

I really missed the sliding glass doors to the overflow!  You know I was married in that chapel and had my reception in that cultural hall.

I Had a great conversation with Sister Willis. See I still say "Sister" my mom demanded respect that way - no one (well except Betty) was ever called by their first name. Still to this day it's hard for me to call people by their first name!!!

It was so cool to just "chat" with old friends. To hug the boy I sent on a mission. To hear the voices of leaders. To see adults that were children I taught and babysat. To see Tyson and meet his son. To know that life moves on lives and families are created and to be reminded that without the atonement life would be harder, uglier and less successful, joyful complete.

Back to my thoughts on the reunion...

I wanted so badly to see them all (this village that helped raise me) and "feel" something.  I wanted that so much that I paid lots of money to fly across the states to spend an hour and a half in their presence.  I'm not saying that every memory I had there is a good one, but because of them I am who I am. 
I have none of my immediate "growing up" family left, so I think that my association here is needed that "these are my people" these "are my roots" and yes I indeed believe that what I have in these relationships is family; the Parent figures; Harvey and Betty Green, Sophie and Lloyd Harper, Betty and Stan Abbott, Corrine and Fred Dewitt, Brenda and Terry Reed, and Liana Willis,  these are they who along with Bishop Watson, and Bishop and Toni Brown, Ella O'loughlin and Mary Jepson(who have all moved on to a better world) well, these are they who raised me.  So yes to go to a ward reunion for me was a "Family Reunion". 
With those parental figures also comes all the "siblings" - Urlene, Susan, Lyle, Sheila, Debbie, Jane, Renee, Valerie, Julie, April, Rhea, Terry, Bobby, Eldon, Mark, Andra, Tanya, Richard, Elmers, Tyson, Stacy, Tera, Marion, Taun the Jensens, the browns, the Flakes, The Sanchez, The Starks, The Abbotts, Ronnie, Timmy, Kristen, Tom, The Farnsworths, The Rowleys, Brother Ball!!!.... just to name a few who each one in one way or another had something to do with who I am today.  
Then the only "blood family" I have there in Arizona; Matthew and Olaf - I was SUPER blessed they showed up ... we are all of the "McCoy Clan" since 1961 that is left to REPRESENT at the Mesa Third Ward reunion. My sister had ties there and brought her sons up always including them in the Third Ward from blessings and baptism to friendships and campouts.
Which brings me to Iris!!!  WOW! As I looked around the room and silently remembered the people, the experiences, the building, that room and that stage, the pictures and slide show and comments... Mom you were woven in that tapestry inside and out. I couldn't see anyone that you didn't affect the life of in one way or another. I saw People that you raised.  People that you taught. People that you served with. Thank you mom for being my strongest root, my beacon in a storm. You Mom, were the light and example for me and so many others.  From Relief Society to Primary. From Young Women to Ward Camp Outs. Come Hell or High Water you were there to serve and support all of us. I watched that! I observed you in your actions of; "Observe and then Serve" way before it was "popular"!!  From you I learned so many many things and I can honestly say; 
"My Mother Taught me".  I'm sure many there the 25th day of October 2014 could have said the same.  You were indeed missed.  I felt your presence your arms around us, your unconditional love right there in that big hall on that evening.

Post - peace, closure, gratitude, joy in remembrance...

it was more about the people than the building, (I guess it does help to have the village!!) it is feelings and the bonds felt therein.  It was the traditions. The Unity. It was the Things our Mothers taught us, remembered with love, woven into it all was the Gospel that was felt, testified to and taught there.  

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!!!

Why I write! and Why it's in a Blog...

TOO MUCH INFORMATION, thats your CRY!

Writing your own history is very insightful
you think you know everything about yourself
and read things that you think uncool!
To acknowledge would only pull things down from the shelf
question and answers hidden deep in the mind
buried for protection and of friends, family and my own heart!
but also enlightens and a help to Remember my own part --
and the things that Mother taught and the lessons to find.
I notice that the world indeed has influence, the media I acknowledge every year it has it's place -
deciding and discerning are lessons and standards along life's journey that are in front of my face!
This blog is the prophecy fulfilled of the Book of Life
presented to learn, grow and too, hopefully 
listen and heed to avoid depression and strife --
to lend testimony and knowledge of the Atonement of Christ.
From the experiences had by family before;  which
will bring you closer to each other and turn on the switch
so that questions you'll ask and on your knees you will turn
for inspiration and guidance from Heavenly Father you'll yearn.
Don't judge how I write, but know it's how I talk!
Bishop Watson told me that once, I accepted it as a compliment!
Look beyond the words and story; for the feelings take stock --
the recognition I give to the leaders, friends and family that to me were sent, helping me along the road of Life, 
as often the road is a valley of great decent.
From the roots of the tree to the branches and limbs; 
Unconditional love always wins! of that I testify of that I am sure, 
Good is worth living for, looking for, striving for and that ain't no lie!
Each year (and each post) has a story, each picture a memory lent.
I post it now ... and find yet more;  so to that year I add --
thus please go back and read, as in life each story changes over time as an others' perspective lends itself to knowledge helping the process of improvement a tad!
I know I go on; but, have you met my Mom? If you haven't keep reading
if you have you know what I mean!  you will know us both;
we love our family and strive to climb 
to progress and achieve to know and return --  to you we are pleading...
This life is short and eternity long from the Savior we receive redemption,
"It's all or nothing!" thats my brand; may we use courage and faith
 to choose the best road, and from hell receive exemption!


so it's not great, but it's from the heart! sometimes I just have to document for myself why I am doing this I POaST about my life thing! I still don't know how to connect one POaST to the other so I am only doing it with the Labels, the keywords!  
WRITE IN YOUR JOURNAL -YOU"LL BE GLAD YOU DID! 






In the Book of Mormon we read from Alma 26

https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/26?lang=eng

 11 But Ammon said unto him: I do not boast in my own strength,nor in my own wisdom; but behold, my joy is full, yea, my heart is brim with joy, and I will rejoice in my God.

 12 Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak;therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things; yea, behold, many mighty miracles we have wrought in this land, for which we will praise his name forever.

 13 Behold, how many thousands of our brethren has he loosed from the pains of hell; and they are brought to sing redeeming love, and this because of the power of his word which is in us,therefore have we not great reason to rejoice?

 14 Yea, we have reason to praise him forever, for he is the Most High God, and has loosed our brethren from the chains of hell.