Out of the mouths of babes. . .

I guess I must be nesting because I have spent the last two days feverishly getting my house in order. Which is no small task considering the state of things around here. My life has gotten so crazy that housework has been at the bottom of my priority list for far too long. There are multiple household and yard tasks that have been neglected and I am suddenly determined to tackle them.

As I pulled out the mop this afternoon my five-year-old exclaimed, "Oh, you're using that thingy! I like that thingy."

To which his sister interjected, "You mean the mop?"

He replied, "Oh yeah, mop. I haven't seen it for so long I forgot what it was called."

How sad is that?!

"All these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good"

You've heard the story a million times in various talks or Ensign articles. You know, the one where a downtrodden individual opens their scriptures to a random page and there they find the exact answer for a problem or the comfort they desperately seek. It's as if the scriptures are delivering a direct message from the Lord.

Don't get me wrong--I'm not knocking the story. It has been true for me multiple times in my life.

It just seems that every time I try this little exercise lately I always seem to end up in Doctrine and Covenants 122.

Should I be concerned?