I went to all three hours of church today.
That might not seem like something worthy of being called a "victory," but to me, it was.
I've struggled with attending church lately, and today was the first day in about two months that I successfully made it through all three hours. And I didn't even break down into tears.
It felt so wonderful to leave church, having been filled with the Spirit, having participated in gospel discussions, and having talked with and bonded with my sisters. I felt like I had truly won a glorious victory.
So I'm going to celebrate it as such.
Now, I might not perform an epic song at the Bubble Bowl, but I will find joy in myself today. I will praise myself for how far I've come, and I will enjoy the cookies I made (despite our oven's determination to burn our apartment down), and I will laugh and love with my family members, and I will thank my God for helping me reach this victory.
I'm willing to bet you have a victory to celebrate, too.
Maybe you finally made it through sacrament meeting without having to take a screaming child outside. Maybe you paid your tithing for the first time in a while. Maybe you called your mom like you've been meaning to for weeks, or maybe you set aside time for scripture study today, or maybe you finally got to your Bio 100 class on time last week.
No matter how small it may seem, those kinds of actions count as victories, in my eyes and in the Lord's.
Every moment you choose to try,
every righteous decision you make,
every step you take towards self-improvement
is a victory.
So celebrate it!
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