tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33012998854900271332023-11-15T23:10:20.574-08:00I WriteThat My Children May KnowAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-70359895252516463132016-10-17T12:07:00.000-07:002016-11-01T09:11:54.368-07:00Yo Momma Has Spoken!Since I have had more than three of you children ask about my political stand, I thought I would share with all of you my mindset, as of now, regarding this very crazy and heated election.<br />
<br />
Deep down inside, I have always loved politics and standing and supporting something or someone. I have never taken the process lightly and have done my own bidding, not someone else's, as I have cast my vote. <br />
<br />
Several months (long before the famed Trump/Bush lewd commentary appeared) I tried to reason who I would vote for. In the Nev. caucus, I vacillated back and forth with Trump, Cruz, Rubio, And when it was down to just Trump and Clinton for the the R/D Presidential, I vacillated between Trump and Johnson. I never felt good or settled or comfortable in casting that ballot for either one. I would pick a candidate, feel somewhat settled about my choice, pray, and have total stupor of thought, frustration and a lack of clarity about my choice; thus putting me right back at square one.<br />
<br />
When McMullin came on the scene, I watched and read everything I could. And if I were to be perfectly honest, yes, the fact that he was LDS played a huge part in me taking interest; not necessarily voting for him, but learning about him. I am okay with that. The more I read and heard, the more I like. I was still in angst regarding the "a vote for Evan is a vote for Hillary" argument and the vacillating continued as a result. <br />
<br />
Then came the Trump conversation. Yes, it made me sick and mad and totally defensive towards him. BUT!!!!!! I am not naive enough or so misinformed that I equate his lewd, offensive and even telling statements in that commentary, with the degree of evil that I feel Hillary is. Since that commentary, I have research other disgusting videos and interviews regarding Trump; there is plenty out there.<br />
<br />
I made this all a matter of significant prayer. I pondered it over and over as to who I should <b>support</b>. Then the First Presidency sent out 'the' letter that is sent out every election year. I know it well. But I read, and reread and ponder their counsel and statements. I hope you know this about your mom.........I know we have a prophet that leads us today. And he is Pres. Monson. I know he knows the will and the mind of God the Father and Jesus Christ. So I take his words very serious!<br />
<br />
It is the following two sentences from the First Presidency letter that have directed my thinking and my stand. <br />
<br />
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
<i><b>"We also urge you to spend the time needed to become informed about the issues and candidates you will be considering."</b> </i>*I have done this for Trump, Johnson and McMullin because they are the candidates I have considered. </div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-wrap: break-word;">
<i style="color: #333333; font-family: opensans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px;"><b>"Principles compatible with the gospel may be found in various political parties, and members should seek candidates who best embody those principles."</b> </i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "opensans" , sans-serif , "georgia";"><span style="font-size: 14px;">*The Republican party (at this particular time) and certainly it's candidate does not best embody the principles I have. And I don't feel the need to even address the Democratic party or Hillary. But as I listened to McMullin's views, some of which I am still up in the air about, it is his conservative thinking and policies that best embodies my principles and views. His thinking brings me a degree of peace that I have not previously felt concerning this election.</span></span></div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
<span style="color: #333333;">I do not feel that I am wasting my vote, or worse yet, giving it to Hillary. What I believe I am doing, is exactly what I feel the prophet has asked<b> me</b> to do. If Hillary becomes president, then it will be because she was voted<b> </b></span><u><b>IN </b></u> office. My support is for who I want <b>IN</b> office as President and who aligns most with my views and thinking. That is how <b>I </b>see the process of this specific election and voting for<b> me</b>. I totally support how you feel your voice should be heard and am in no way saying my thinking and actions are for you. </div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
This blog post really is in response to those 4 of you who have asked about my stand. And I totally love you for asking! One thing our family is, is diversified and free thinkers. I value that in us!</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
I do want to say this: I love differences and I am okay with disagreements as long as they are kind and dignified. I am not okay with mockery of any type or accusations that I am misinformed or naive in my thinking. I am not. Dad has different views than I, but he loves me and respects me enough to listen to me share those feelings and views with him. He does not try to sway me or make me feel silly in any way with how I think or feel. I adore him for that. And I want to add that I have never felt that any of you have done that to me either in any way. I love our differences and that we can talk and laugh and still love each other deeply.</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
Carry on dear children. I write that you may know I have opinions that may be different than all of yours and maybe not different, but I so love and respect your amazing minds and abilities to think for yourselves!! I am in awe of you all!</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
</div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; float: none; font-family: OpenSans, sans-serif, georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 360px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 621.594px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;">
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-48103096822987539742016-10-02T17:58:00.000-07:002016-10-02T17:59:32.773-07:00A pair of sunglasses, a fence and a bicycle....just because she loves.This past Friday I, along with Mindy and Darren Leavitt, a few other parents and grandparents, and the finalist players on the boys and girls tennis teams, were all huddled together in the shade (it was a muggy 95 degrees) on the far west sidelines of the very first tennis court (not the courts that have the lights) watching Lindsey demolish her competition. As great as it was to see Lindsey win her matches, it is the following experience that I hope never to forget. <br />
<br />
During the match, Darren Hardy (Senior tennis player) called his younger sister Camille Hardy (Junior) and asked if she would bring him his sunglasses. When she got there Camille walked up to the high fence that separated her from her brother. The gates to the courts were locked and the kids told Camille to just throw the glasses over the fence and someone would catch them. Both she and her brother were concerned that her throw would not be adequate and the glasses would fall and get scratched, or worse, broken. Without hesitation Camille scaled the fence and when she saw Darren, she gently dropped the glasses into his hands. Her climb, genuine concern for his glasses, and kindness in responding to her brother's request, were impressive to all who were watching this scenario unfold, but not nearly as impressive as what happened next.<br />
<br />
We all assumed that Camille had driven a car over to the courts; so when we saw her hop on a bicycle and peddle back towards her home (again, it was a muggy 95 degree day) we were all a little taken back. Exclamations of: "Did Camille really ride her bike all the over here just to bring you your sunglasses?" and "Are you kidding me! She really did that for you?" were directed to Darren. Then Darren Leavitt asked Darren Hardy if Camille was always that kind. Darren Hardy assured us that his younger sister had indeed hopped on her bike and trekked on over just for that purpose and yes, she was always that kind. Darren Leavitt followed up with: "Is that kindness reciprocated?" Darren Hardy sat silent for a few seconds, thinking, and then sheepishly replied: "No, not quite. I ask her what I can do for her all the time, but she doesn't tell me anything. And I try to think of ways I can pay her back for but I never do." Those of us who were listening to this little exchange had looks of disbelief as well as awe on our faces. Darren went on to tell us that Camille does things for him simply because he asks her too. No pay backs. No guilt motivation. No doing it for something in return. She acts because she loves.<br />
<br />
I write that my children may know that I desire for Camille's example to not just have a reflective impact on me, but an impact that causes me to emulate her actions. To act just because I love.<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-21403669841889886852016-09-02T11:34:00.002-07:002016-10-02T18:11:01.810-07:00It's A Girl!I have wanted to share this endearing little exchange that took place last Monday as Dad, Hannah and I were driving into the valley after a 4500 mile, 2 week, trip. But a little history first.....<br />
<br />
Dad had planned on renting a car for this trip and had been looking into finding the best deal. It would cost us around $400.00 but felt a little security in doing so, due to the fact that the only car we had to take was old, getting horrible gas mileage and in need of new tires and repairs. So that was the plan.<br />
<br />
I am not sure when the plan changed, but it did. Dad decided to put the money set aside for the rental into getting our car tuned up, new tires, etc. Even up to the day of departure dad was working on the car. I really totally trust dad with his expertise and auto skills, so I didn't give it a second thought as to if the car would hold up on our trip or not. And I didn't think dad did either. But I was wrong.<br />
<br />
Monday night, as we were ascending into our little valley, so tired and so ready to be done with driving, I witnessed dad patting the dash of the car and saying: "You did good ol girl! You made it." It was so sweet. I must admit that I was a little taken back that our car was a girl, but I was touched as I thought of how dad must have worried about his decision. I thought of how he not only exercised his skill and labor in preparing the car, but also his faith, in hoping it would be enough. It was enough. In fact it was more than enough. For me, it was a great reminder of his goodness, his talents, his hope that his faith and work was sufficient for his family. <br />
<br />
That little experience was not wasted on me. It has occupied my thoughts and my heart for the past 5 days. I love you Jared. Thank you for loving and caring for us.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-51524771821696654102016-06-21T22:12:00.004-07:002016-06-21T22:12:37.505-07:00Thoughts of Shelby and Brighton<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="color: #2198a6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24px; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;">
<br /></h3>
<div class="post-header" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;">
<div class="post-header-line-1">
</div>
</div>
<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1695680360909939681" itemprop="description articleBody" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px; width: 580px;">
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My thoughts, prayers and heart have been very occupied this week with Shelby, Tyson, Brighton, Kellee and Tom. Last Sunday, Shelby was admitted to the U of U Medical Center to have her first child. All night long I checked my phone for messages. I kept checking my phone all day Monday, Monday night and Tuesday. Finally, Tues. afternoon, the message came that Shelby had delivered a little baby boy via C-section.<br /><br />Yes, Brighton finally came into the world, and brought with him many concerns. He was born with club feet, very short arms with only a thumb attached, and a very abnormal, faulty heart. His head was enlarged and his esophagus was under developed, just to name a few of these concerns. It wasn't a surprise to Shelby and Tyson. They had been somewhat aware of Brighton's conditions as early as when Shelby was 20 weeks pregnant. No, they weren't surprised, but I am sure they were still shocked. I really think we were all shocked. It seems that if you pray hard and frequent enough, fast with a sincere heart , and exercise every ounce of faith you have, then perhaps you should be able to call upon a miracle even of this magnitude. But that was not the case. Faith was exercised in Heavenly Father's will and we accepted that will, trusting that He knows best for little Brighton, and his parents.<br /><br />All Tuesday evening and well into the night, and all the next day, my thoughts were centered on Shelby. I would never experience the pain that Shelby experienced bringing Brighton into the world, let alone the pain that would continue in the days, weeks and months to come. I would never be asked to sacrifice in the way that Shelby has had to sacrifice. As I pondered over and over these thoughts, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's Apr. 2015 Conference address,<i> "Behold Thy Mother"</i> came into my mind. Elder Holland, in only the way that Elder Holland can, expressed the beautiful doctrine of Motherhood being a similitude of the Savior. Shelby experienced <i>pain</i>, she had <i>labored</i>, <i>sacrificed</i>, and <i>shed her blood</i> so that another could be <i>delivered</i> and progress. Shelby is a similitude of Jesus Christ. Her role is divine. She has already given Brighton the greatest gift that she could ever give him whether he continued to live or not. Praise be to Shelby for selfless love and devotion to her son.<br /><br />On Thursday as I drove into Vegas to attend the temple, my thoughts turned to Brighton. Why did he have to go through this? What is his mission? Even though he came with a broken body, he also came with a strong, mature spirit; untainted by the world and completely pure. And even though he would only live for just two short days, he was already about his Father's business. How could he have not made a positive impact on Tyson and Shelby? He is perfect! He is theirs! A family was born Tues. afternoon. Brighton's mission is one of rescue; giving life eternal in a sense, to his parents. Undoubtedly, his short existence has planted seeds of a forever family in the hearts of Shelby and Tyson. Brighton's influence and love will continue, leading them to make and keep covenants that will bind them all together forever.<br /><br />I write that my children may know, the Lord is so merciful and wise. And though his ways and will may be painful and beyond what we think we can endure, we just need to trust Him.<br /><br /></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-82382387603304274492016-01-24T19:27:00.001-08:002016-01-24T19:31:57.495-08:0018 years of Hannah!A funny thing happened at church today. Hannah, Jared and I were all called up to the stand by Bishop Holyoak, so he could present Hannah with her Young Womanhood medallion. The bishop immediately gave me the necklace to put around Hannah's neck. Major problem..........I am blind and I didn't have my reading glasses.. I fiddled around for what seemed like an eternity (probably 30 secs or less) and then turned to dad for help. His vision wasn't the best either and by the time we both fiddled with it, her hair was tangled up with the chain and the clock was ticking and it was dreadfully silent and every eye was fixed on us and.........ugh! Finally Hannah said that she would just do it. Easy enough.......NOT! Just as Hannah reached up to grab the chain, the medallion slipped off and went right down Hannah's shirt. Hannah immediately turned and walked off the stand with Jared and I close behind her, leaving the bishop up there by himself. No necklace, no congratulatory embrace or handshake, no explanation of how and what she had earned. With heads down, we shamefully walked back to our seats while the bishop tried to salvage whatever he could of the disaster. He tried to share some sweet things about Hannah from the pulpit, but they could not be heard above the snickers in the congregation. It wasn't our best moment to say the least.<br />
<br />
Don't worry. No harm! No foul! And no biggie! It certainly wasn't any ones fault. It was just a funny experience that I thought you might like to hear about it.<br />
<br />
My real intent for writing this post is to let Hannah's siblings, siblings-in-laws and nieces and nephew know a little about Hannah from my perspective. I am not writing from her point of view, but from mine and what I have perceived and witnessed over the past few years regarding Hannah and her family. <br />
<br />
Hannah adores her brothers! She is proud of each one of them and when her friends come over and see their pictures, she is vocal about her love for them. She will tell her friends their name, what they are doing and where they fit in the family. It is very tender for me to witness that. Sometimes I feel bad that she doesn't know them or visa versa and that makes me a little sad. But it doesn't matter that she didn't grow up with them. She loves them as her adult brothers and the awesome men that they are. I find it so endearing on her part as she writes little texts every now and then to them. She loves being connected to her bros! And she loves them!<br />
<br />
Hannah loves her sisters! She loves being included in their adult lives. She is grateful for the example they have set for her regarding school, dating, make-up, style, future plans, and love of the gospel. I sense that it is really an honor to be the caboose to this family sub-set of four girls. She desires to be like them,;to serve a mission, to gain an education, to marry a righteous priesthood holder and to be a mom. She really wants to be a wife and mom! Thank you daughters for shaping her life by your examples. As much as Hannah wants to forge her own path upon high school graduation, and to a great degree she will, I sense that she is so very proud of the paths her sisters have forged and gladly walks in your footsteps! You have created a safety net of sorts for her because she is the little sister and is so welcomed into each of your lives.<br />
<br />
To Brittney, Emily and Honey (Eric). She adores all three of you. You are more like siblings to her than in-laws. She is comfortable around you and is so proud of all of you and your contributions to our home and family as well as your own little families. She loves her title of aunt and is smitten by her Molly, Avonlea, Hallie, Claire, and Oliver! Your children only enhance her desire to be a mother. Your examples of parenthood are watched and revered by Hannah and tucked away for future reference. <br />
<br />
Hannah is a glorious person! She is loving and so kind. She voiced to me this week that one of her desires is just to be a kind person. I love that in her. And she really is kind. Happy 18th Birthday daughter! Your presence is so felt and needed in our family. I love you! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-68624787295469049892016-01-02T11:56:00.000-08:002016-01-02T11:59:46.005-08:00My PeopleI was saying my morning prayer and discussing with Heavenly Father what I hoped for in 2016. As I did so, I had a very specific thought enter into mind: "Write in your blog".<br />
<br />
After I concluded in this particular interaction with Heavenly Father, I opened up an unmarked, cheap copy of the Book of Mormon and started reading, still with that particular thought that had been impressed upon me concerning my blog. <br />
<b><br /></b>
<b>* I have missed my daily readings from the Book of Mormon. I have been consumed with the Old Testament for the past 5 months and although I have enjoyed it immensely, I have felt the nudgings of the Spirit to include the truths and teachings of the The Book of Mormon in my daily study. And so this morning, I began my study with 1 Nephi 1:1.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I did not have to read very far to have the spirit open my mind and heart. Verse 5: <i> "Wherefore it came to pass that my father, Lehi, as he went forth prayed unto the Lord, yea, even with all his heart, in behalf of his people." </i>My eyes and mind focused in on the phrases: "with all his heart" and "in behalf of his people" and I circled them. As I contemplated those phrases for a few seconds I thought back to my morning pray with Heavenly Father. <br />
<br />
I had prayed in behalf of Derrick & Brittney, Daniel & Emily, Noelle & Eric, with all my heart, thanking Father for their wisdom, goodness and love as they continue to raise their sweet little children, I expressed gratitude in knowing my grandchildren are nurtured and cared for by amazing parents, all who are my people. JOY!<br />
<br />
I had prayed in behalf of Travis and Holly, my people who are far from me. With all my heart, I asked for Heavenly Father to protect them, bless them, and bring them back home to me when they have accomplished what they have set out to do. I thanked Heavenly Father for their goodness and soundness of mind to make those decisions that are best for them in a land that is far away. I prayed in behalf of them as I thanked Heavenly Father for those good people who have opened their homes and hearts to them. PEACE!<br />
<br />
I had prayed in behalf of Brandon and Natalie, again my people, who I perceived, have been abundantly blessed with success and new beginnings of sort at this time in their lives. With all my heart, I thanked Heavenly Father for blessing them with progression, newness and a desire to do hard things to bring about a great future and life. GRATITUDE!<br />
<br />
I had prayed for Hannah and dad and myself, thanking Heavenly Father that we still have our Hannah at home to help dad and I transition to what will be a new phase of our lives. During that prayer, I spent a few precious moments thinking of my Hannah, how I loved her, trusted her and found so much joy from her. I told Heavenly Father how blessed I was to have Jared and reiterated what Hannah had told me late last night concerning her dad and how he had cleaned up the kitchen and had bought New Years Eve food so that she and her friends could celebrate at our house. She expressed her love for him to me as she shared her thoughts. Such a simple act, but so far-reaching in what it meant to her. With all my heart, I expressed my love for him and his goodness and thanked Heavenly Father that he and Hannah are my people and still with me. HOPE!<br />
<br />
And so today, at the beginning of this new year, I write that my children may know that your mother, me, will continue to go forth and pray unto the Lord, even with all my heart, in behalf of each of you. You are my joy, peace, gratitude, hope and people!! How I love each one of you!<br />
<br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-55750630064891411072014-09-26T11:21:00.002-07:002014-09-26T11:28:43.778-07:00Small steps......big results!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I have been asked to teach and Adult Religion Class for our Stake, and have been doing so for one month now. I use the term "teach" loosely! I have been enlightened and joyfully share two pretty significant principles that have taken on new meaning and commitment in my life as a result of this opportunity: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>* </b> Conversion is a wonderful process of ups and downs; experiencing new beginnings again and again and moving past the past.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>*</b> The spiritual gift of revelation is the foundational gift of all other spiritual gifts. The heavens are open to me and to you as we seek, obtain and apply the gift of revelation. Here is how:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 1. Desire. Just start with a genuine desire to receive personal revelation. <i> "Desire dictates our priorities, priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions. The desires we act on detemine our changing, our achieving, and our becoming". </i> Elder Dallin H. Oaks</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 2. Pray with real intent and an honest heart regarding your desire.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 3. Be mindful of impressions to both your <b>heart </b>and your <b>mind.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 4. Act upon impressions as you have been directed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 5. Express gratitude, and continue to <i>"apply unto it"</i>.</span><br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-77615340240094518552014-08-19T14:04:00.000-07:002014-08-19T15:37:25.850-07:00Still Daddy's Little GirlIn the early hours of the morning, Tues. August 12th, I was once again awakened from a dream as I heard my name being said in a very loving and gentle manner.<br />
<br />
I had left Overton Monday night to go stay with Grandma Skousen at her home in St. George as we would leave Tues. morning for a trip up to Idaho Falls. I only remember a snippet of the dream , but what I do remember is very vivid. I saw dad standing to the side of me in a dark suit. He simply said: <i>"Lorri"</i>. His voice was so clear and so real that I immediately woke up and looked around to see if he was actually in the room. I only had two thoughts at that moment: 1- Why hadn't dad referred to me as <i>"Lor Lor"</i> like he normally would have if he were alive. And 2- Was he waking me for some profound purpose, danger, or warning.<br />
<br />
I haven't resolved those two thoughts as of yet. What I did resolve, feel and experience, was love. Pure, tender love and an overwhelming feeling of knowing that dad is aware and mindful of me, much like the experience I had last year. <br />
<br />
I believe that Heavenly Father took dad at this very specific time for specific reasons. One of those reasons being to help his children and grandchildren who need his influence of goodness, acceptance and love here on earth at this time in their lives. <br />
<br />
I write that my children and grandchildren may know that their grandfather is very much involved in their lives today; that he has a greater opportunity to influence and guide them where he is now than if he were still alive. I pray, dear children that you can also feel his love and care for you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-7549826951247002222014-08-04T00:48:00.002-07:002014-08-04T16:00:54.982-07:00Who Am I To Judge Another?It is almost 1:00am. I am tired but my mind is unsettled. I have been reading about the Suwyn family from Hurricane, Utah who just lost their eleven-month old daughter Skyah two days ago. Skyah's mother forgot she left her daughter in the car, causing her to die from heat exhaustion. Cruel, judging comments have been made regarding this mother. I know it sounds inconceivable that a mother could do such a thing as forget her baby, but it happens. It happened to me.<br />
<br />
Every time I read one of these horrifically tragic stories, I am taken back to August,1991. I had asked Jared if he could come home for lunch to watch Daniel, Travis and Noelle while I hurried to go visit teach my friend Nori. When Jared arrived, I quickly jumped into the car and took off.<br />
<br />
It was an unusual overcast summer day. I parked in my friend's driveway that was shaded by a big tree. I got out of the car and went inside. Nori and I sat down and began to visit for a while. Her newborn baby began to cry so she went to get him up from his crib. As Nori walked down the hall she asked me about my nine-month old baby daughter.<br />
<br />
Immediately my thoughts turned to Noelle, and I was horror stricken to recall that I had actually brought Noelle with me and had left her in the car. I ran outside to discover a very red, screaming baby. I am convinced that the clouds and the shade tree were what kept Noelle alive. Even though it was only twenty minutes, on a normal August day in LasVegas, I am sure the results would have been tragically different.<br />
<br />
Nori called her husband who was a resident doctor at UMC. He gave me instructions of what to look for and what to do. Noelle was fine. I was not. I reenacted that experience over and over in my mind for months. I didn't have any recollection of carrying Noelle to the car or buckling her up in her car seat. In my mind, I had left her with Jared and the boys. <br />
<br />
It is actually more horrifying for me to think about it now and all the what-might-have-beens. Not only was Noelle's life spared, but so was mine. I cannot fathom living with the degree of guilt and pain that would accompany such a horrible accident. <br />
<br />
Which leads me to where I began... with a grief-stricken mother who did the same thing as I but had a different ending. My heart hurts for her, her loss, her pain, her husband, her other children. I pray that angels will minister to this mother and that her aching will lessen as the days pass. I pray that she will forgive herself. I pray that others will too.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-61875714789579582202014-05-11T09:51:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:38:37.013-07:00Five Mothers I Admire and LoveIt was a long drive home from Idaho yesterday, but I filled the time nicely by thinking about mothers. Here are some of those thoughts.<br />
<br />
As I contemplated the role that my mother now plays in my life, I was overcome with gratitude. Gratitude that I still had her; gratitude of the empathy and love she still gives me every single day. I have had experiences where I have known that I was getting through a trial simply because I knew mom was on her knees praying for me. The power of a mother's prayer is very real and I have experienced that power. <br />
My heart is filled with love, honor and respect because of the amazing person and mother I have. I love you mom..<br />
<br />
I have always maintained that I was blessed to have the perfect mother-in-law, but she surpasses that role. I think of her more as a wonderful, caring mother who loves me dearly. I often ponder the many trials she has had in her life and I stand in awe of the strong, faithful woman she is today. I take courage and strength from her courage and strength. I love you Pat.<br />
<br />
Every chance I get, I share what an amazing mother Brittney is. I am awed by her patience; her ability to help Molly learn to reason and think for herself, and so much more. I have learned much in watching Brittney and know that she is committed to motherhood. Oh how grateful I am that Molly has her for a mother! I love you Brittney.<br />
<br />
I have learned from this little mother-to-be too! Noelle has empowered herself with knowledge!! I love hearing her tell me the things she has learned in her marriage and parenting classes. I love that she seeks out and digests every bit of information she can so that she can be wise and thoughtful in the raising of her children. I love her commitment to raising her children in a Christ-centered home. I am at peace, content and happy for little granddaughter Hillam and the mother who will raise her. I love you Noelle.<br />
<br />
I have spent time contemplating another special mother! I love Emily's mom! I love how invested she is with her children and my children as well! Marilyn is committed to families, regardless of who's they are. I love that she cared enough for Grandma Skousen to drive all night to get Emily to grandpa's funeral. I feel blessed and so grateful to know that Emily will be much like her mother when she becomes a mother herself. I love you Emily and I love you too Marilyn!<br />
<br />
My Mother's Day is a reflective one today. I am so grateful for these good mothers, sweet, dear friends all of them.<br />
<br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-11956912465224999242014-05-02T09:37:00.000-07:002014-05-02T09:47:37.579-07:00DrossFor years Judy and I have walked around our beloved Honey Bee Pond in the spring time mornings. The views are spectacular. Lining the pond are tall grassy reeds. Before you ever see a duck you hear them, along with the various birds that inhabit the reeds. You then turn a corner to come upon the pond itself and the life that is peacefully gliding on top. A random grouping of palm trees stand erect just beyond the water and all of that is nicely framed with the beautiful mesa in the background. So serene and calming.<br />
<br />
On the downside, you smell the stagnant water; fight the pesky gnats and occasionally slip on the slimy muck that is along the waters edge. But still it is one of my favorite walks of all time!<br />
<br />
Last year I was devastated to find that the rangers had emptied the pond and burned everything around it! All that was left was the slimy muck and charred remnants. Judy and I cursed the rangers that would do such a horrible thing. What on earth were they thinking? That pond was one of my "go to places" for peace and comfort and now it was destroyed!<br />
<br />
Fast forward one year. Judy and I decided it was time to return to our Honey Bee Pond and went there earlier this week. The reeds were abundant; tall, green and thick. The sounds of the ducks, geese and birds filled the air. And then we turned the corner.................MAJESTIC PEACE!!! The water was clean, void of slimy muck and a stagnant smell. There were only dragonflies flitting around; no pesky gnats.Resting on a beautiful, little island that was now out in the middle of the pond, was a regal white egret just waiting to take flight.<br />
<br />
To say that Honey Bee Pond was now better than before would be a huge understatement. It wasn't just better, it was different. Changed. Renewed. Breathtaking. Peace giving. Even sacred.<br />
<br />
A burn was needed. The rangers knew what they were doing. The pond had to be emptied so the sun could burn off the slimy muck and harden the earth again. The vegetation needed to be burned so that it could come back healthy, thick and strong. And the island.......... sweet refinement for this little pond.<br />
<br />
<i>"When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,</i><br />
<i>My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply.</i><br />
<i>The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design</i><br />
<i>Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-14737938388619267562014-03-02T15:35:00.000-08:002014-03-03T12:19:49.379-08:00Sabbath Samplings<br />
<ul>
<li>.We arrived at church and sat in "our" pew. In front of our pew is the pew that accommodate the Bolton family. In a few months that pew will be up for grabs. Our beloved Bolton family will find a new pew in Utah. Can I just say how that tugged at my heart today. It did. As Jared and I drove home, he expressed the very same thoughts to me. I don't know how we are going to stand it.</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Aaron McCombs blessed his little daughter, Lillian Joyce this morning. He blessed her with the gift of charity, that she may see others not as they are, but as they may become; that she may see beyond what the eye can see. What a beautiful expression and understanding of charity. </li>
</ul>
<div>
<ul>
<li>Testimony meeting is "one of a kind" in our ward. I would want it no other way. <i> </i>Cayson is an 11 year old boy with Williams Syndrome. He was very determined as he walked up to the microphone. He told us about his kitty dying. He did not want to sit down and did not take it well when his older sister came up to the stand to tell him to end his testimony. He had something to say and he was going to say it. This is the same boy who last week shouted out <i>"thanks dad"</i> and gave him a big hug when his father ended his talk in sacrament meeting. Every ward needs a Cayson. We also heard from Brooke. She is a 22 year-old girl with Downs Syndrome. She is very comfortable going up each fast and testimony meeting where she stands to the side of the pulpit and pulls the mic over to mouth. She twinkles with purity <b>and</b> mischievousness as she shares whatever is on her mind at the moment. Today she shared with us how much she loves her grandpa and as she did so she cast her eyes upward. Brooke refered to her grandpa as her "Sweet Man" up in heaven. She also included that she is strong because she drinks milk everyday and has lost four pounds. Never a dull moment when Brooke is at the pulpit! To add to the diversity of our meeting, we were lucky to hear from Senaida. I have to pay close attention when Senaida speaks because of her heavy accent. It took me a few seconds to figure out that she was talking about "faith" and not "fate". She was wearing a crocheted poncho and told us that she was missing her mother greatly this week and so she wore this poncho to feel close to her. Senaida explained that her mother would make ponchos for her when she was little and would wrap her up in them. I thought that was such a beautiful tribute to her mother.</li>
</ul>
</div>
<div>
<ul>
<li>And finally in Primary today..... The song that we were to learn this week was "I Stand All Amazed". I really try to teach a song with the spirit of the song; meaning, not just teach words but help them understand content and to feel it as they sing. The first sentence was easy for the children to understand: <i>I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me. </i>Jace did very well in explaining what that meant to him. The second sentence was somewhat more complicated : <i> Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me. </i>In simple words, I explained that grace is the enabling power of Jesus' atonement. When there is something that we can not do on our own, Jesus has the power to help us or enable us to do what we need to do. I shared the experience of Grandma Skousen needing the enabling power of the atonement so that she could stand and talk with others at the viewing of Grandpa. I then asked the children if they had any experiences of using the enabling power of the atonement. Ally shared that she knew that she needed to let her teacher know that her friends had written the answers to the test on their arms, but she was scared. She told us that the only way she could have done what she did was with the enabling power of the Savior. She got it, and so did many of the other children. Preston bore a sweet testimony of feeling Jesus' love. Emma shared that she felt the enabling power as she prayed to remember the things she had studied for a test. Primary is the place to learn, feel and love such powerful doctrines as the Atonement of the Savior.</li>
</ul>
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-79009024335465762642014-02-28T19:13:00.001-08:002014-02-28T19:28:27.997-08:00Families Strengthen Primary<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">*Previously written 12/16/2013</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">Several weeks ago Pres. Frehner spoke at our Stake Primary Leadership meeting. He made the following comment: <i>"Record those things that are said and done in Primary."</i> At the time, I thought that was unusual counsel, but since then I have witnessed</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 16.309091567993164px;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;"> over and over again,<i> "things said and done in Primary"</i> that should be recorded and passed on. Here are some observations that took place yesterday in Primary that I thought ot</span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">hers should know.<br /><br />1. Our Primary started off with a very sad little Kellen McClure. He obviously was upset and big tears trickled down his cheeks. His teacher lovingly attended to him and he was fine....for the moment. The teachers were then dismissed to go into the combined lesson for the 3rd block. As they left, I looked over to see a very anxious, little boy with tears starting to well up. Seeing his brother in the back of the room, I asked Kellen if he would like to go stand by Cayson. With that suggestion, he ran to his Cayson's side and was met with a smile. All this little boy needed and wanted was the comfort of a brother.<br /><br />2. Sister Robinson gathered the Jr. and Sr. Primary together to take a picture (which was quit a feat in itself). <i class="_4-k1 img sp_e9i6su sx_773bf5" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yW/r/E24NAJ-v-7l.png); background-position: -270px -202px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: 314px 272px; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: -3px; width: 16px;"></i> After given the direction to head back to their classes the children descended from the stand. Holding hands and leading the way were Trevor Hopkins and his little sister Lauren. Such a sweet, tender picture.<br /><br />3. To prepare the nursery children who will be Sunbeams in Jan., Sister Robinson brings them into sharing time for a few minutes to sing with the rest of the primary children. Little three year-old Cru Palmer sat reverently in his seat. I looked down just in time to see Cru notice his big sister Abby sitting directly across from him in the other row. Without noise and fanfare, Cru reverently scooted his chair across the aisle next to Abby. Upon achieving success and finally sitting next to his sister, his face lit up with a huge smile. Pure joy! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">I just happened to witness this sweet little display, but noticed later that Autumn Whiting had made her way over to her big brother Jesse. I must note that Joe Bolton demanded to know why his brother Daniel wasn't with the rest of the nursery children. Apparently Daniel had fallen asleep! Joe was not happy!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;"><br />The purpose of primary is to strengthen families, but it is apparent that families strengthen Primary! Oh how I love to watch and learn each week.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-63661215915978109482014-02-27T09:08:00.000-08:002014-03-02T14:22:21.960-08:00My Own Sacred GroveIn front of the main entrance of the Las Vegas temple is a little grove of Olive trees. In the last few months I have become very aware of those trees. It is interesting to note however, that I rarely notice the Olive trees upon entering the temple. <br />
<br />
Once I have been edified and enlightened by my temple experience and I am exiting the same doors that I had previously entered, my little grove of Olive trees are brought into full view of my eyes and my heart. <br />
<br />
Several months ago as I first pondered this little grove, my thoughts were of the symbolism that accompanies the Olive Tree and the Savior. I have studied and pondered that symbolism and have read the following amazing article by Elder Truman Madsen to further my understanding. <a href="https://www.lds.org/ensign/1982/12/the-olive-press?lang=eng">https://www.lds.org/ensign/1982/12/the-olive-press?lang=eng</a><br />
<br />
On another visit, I focused on the beautiful canopy of leaves that offer safety and relief from the elements. That day I contemplated the safety and relief that the Savior offers to me personally. <br />
<br />
Earlier this week, I was grateful for a groundskeeper who had taken great care to prune away the wayward limbs and branches leaving behind nine sleek, gnarled and impressive trunks. I noticed for the first time that the nine trees were grouped into clusters of threes. As I studied each one of these three clusters that were made up of three Olive trees, I thought of the enabling, healing, and redemptive power that is offered through the atonement of Jesus Christ. I thought of how I personally have been blessed by those three powers as I have sought to use the atonement in my life.<br />
<br />
This little grove of Olive trees invites me to return to the temple often. It teaches and beckons for me to more fully experience the love that the Savior offers me through his atoning sacrifice. I look forward to "experiencing" my little grove of trees with each visit to the temple.<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-38415386365158062882014-01-31T14:44:00.000-08:002014-01-31T14:49:13.246-08:00Pahoran, Memoies and MeeknessThis morning I found myself in the last few chapters of Alma, specifically contemplating the correspondence between Moroni and Pahoran. I was reminded of the following experience. Judy had been assigned by her bishop to plan the ward Christmas Party. She asked several ladies to help her with various duties. It was apparent that Leslie (name has been changed) failed to see Judy's vision and wrote her a somewhat critical email stating what she would and would not do to help with the ward party. In a reply back to Leslie's email, Judy acknowledged her own excessive attention to details and apologized for the strain this may have put on Leslie. She thanked Leslie for her help in what she was willing to do. The email that Judy received back was poignant. Leslie thanked Judy for being a "Pahoran" in her response. If you are confused about that comparison, read Alma 60 and 61 for better understanding.<br />
<br />
I continued to think of Pahoran throughout the morning. I want to be a Pahoran. He was so mighty in self-control and so humble. He did not waste one second of time being offended or critical. What a great example of meekness.<br />
<br />
As I thought of what makes a Pahoran, this scripture came to mind: <i>"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he". </i>Although he was a military man and engaged in bloodshed, Pahoran's thoughts were pure, thus making his words and actions pure even in the worst of circumstances. Contemplating those thoughts led me to a conversation that your dad and I had a couple of days ago. We were talking about Terry Rogers who is the Las Vegas Temple President at this time. We know him well as he was our bishop when we were engaged and later our stake president. Dad had expressed how difficult it must have been for Terry to experience such horrific atrocities while serving in the Viet Nam war. We talked about what a gentle, good man he is in spite of what he witnessed and went through. Terry Rogers is a Pahoran. His heart is pure and he is mighty in self control thus making his words and actions kind and uplifting.<br />
<br />
I also had another experience come to my remembrance this morning. When Natalie was twelve or thirteen, she and I had stopped at a department store to buy her some shoes. A beautiful, well-dressed woman, probably in her early thirties, sat down and tried on a pair herself. She walked around in them for a minute and then returned to put on her own shoes. Apparently she could only find one of her shoes and started yelling at a Hispanic girl that worked there and was straightening up the shelves. The girl was flustered as this woman accused her of first hiding her shoe and then actually stealing it. Natalie and I quickly joined the girl in searching for this woman's missing shoe, and as we did, we listened to rude, berating comments regarding this employee. Finally the worker went and got the manager who quickly came over to settle things down. The woman continued to assert her accusations to which the manager said: <i>"Ma'am, the missing shoe is in your hand." </i>Sure enough, there is was. Without realizing it, she had been holding it the entire time. The woman did not apologize or even say one word. She put on her shoe and walked out of the store with her head held high. <i> </i>Obviously her rude comments had found a place in her heart long before they ever passed through her lips.<i>"For as [a woman] thinketh in her heart, so is [she]." </i>She was not a Pahoran!<br />
<i><br /></i>What a great, reflective morning! I thought my pondering on Pahoran was over but it wasn't. I opened up my email to find an inappropriate and caustic message. It was disheartening to say the least. Elder Holland's stirring conference address, <b>The Tongue of Angels</b> came to mind. <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2007/04/the-tongue-of-angels?lang=eng">http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2007/04/the-tongue-of-angels?lang=eng</a> As I read his words I gained a greater conviction that there is no place in our lives and certainly in our hearts, to say or write demeaning comments regardless of the situation or the person who the comments are directed to. I fear it is too easy in this day and age to write things anonymously thinking they will have no repercussions on us. They do! <i>"For as [we]thinketh in [our] heart, so [are we]"</i>.<br />
<br />
I write that my children may know I want to be a Pahoran. I have some things to kick out of my heart so that my words and actions reflect a Pahoran, but that is my desire. I also write that my children may know that meekness, one who is mighty in self control in all things, is within our reaching. I also hope you find the time to study Elder Holland's talk and desire to be a Pahoran too!<br />
<br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
o
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-11071169330399137202013-12-22T10:56:00.002-08:002013-12-22T11:01:38.378-08:00The Magical World of BrittneyI have always loved Brittney from the first moment I heard her voice on the phone, but I have come to admire and cherish who Brittney is. With each wonderful visit to our home, I learn more and more about this truly amazing person. I do not just love her; I, more importantly, LIKE her! <br />
<br />
Brittney brings a much needed element to our family. When she is here, she drinks in each moment of family bonding as she possibly can. I love that even a lazy night of watching movies is an "experience" for her! By simply adding a facial masque, nail polish, and a camera, Brittney has created a lasting memory. Brittney adds her magical touch to make things just a little more fun, and a little more important.<br />
<br />
I love that Brittney loves me and that she shows her acceptance and love of me in the tenderest of ways. She snuggles up with me on the love seat when I am cold. She talks to me and listens to me talk. She accompanies me and Judy on our morning adventures when she is here and understands how therapeutic and priceless they are. Did I mention that Brittney, Judy and I were actually shot at on one of our morning walks together? Some hunters mistook us for dove............serious! We hit the ground and took cover until we felt it was safe to come out of the brush. We could actually feel the buck shot whizzing past us and I was actually scared! OH I LOVE THAT MEMORY!! ( I love having you come with us Brittney. It is fun having you share in those experiences with me.)<br />
<br />
You are a breath of fresh air to our family. You bring us all closer together. You make things special and memorable. How grateful and HAPPY that you are ours and that we are yours. I love you dear daughter. Happy, happy birthday! Love Lorri<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-65945723361281737692013-12-13T20:09:00.003-08:002013-12-13T20:10:36.631-08:00Noelle........A Faithful DaughterLast Sunday Kathryn Bolton asked the Primary children to think about their favorite Christmas carol and share why it is their favorite . Ally Bolton raised her hand and said that her favorite carol is <i>The First Noel</i> because it reminds her of Noelle Rust and Noelle is a good example for her to follow. Noelle has had a significant influence on a lot of people. Me included!<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When we lived by Simplot, I remember Noelle, who was 12 at the time, talking to me about how strict other moms of her friends were and how thankful she was that I wasn't that way. I don't know if my parenting was the best, but as a mom, I so appreciated that conversation. I remember thinking what on earth could Noelle ever do that would require me to lay down the law with her. She governed herself in the manner that she saw fit and I agreed with that manner. She was a valiant little girl who grew up to be a valiant woman.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
During an unsure time in Noelle and Eric's courtship, Noelle called me. She told me that she was okay because she and Heavenly Father had gotten really close and she talked with him all the time regarding her and Eric's future. She was totally without fear or frustration/ She had complete peace and knew everything would be alright. As her mom, I was humbled and very grateful for Noelle's spiritual maturity and reliance on her Heavenly Father. Noelle lives her life in such a way as to always be strengthening her faith, so when that power is needed, it is there. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I have learned much from this daughter. Feelings of peace surround her. She is calm and comforting. She is even and sure. Indeed; she is a good example for all of us to follow. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Happy Birthday dearest daughter. Twenty-three years ago, our lives were "brightened" with your spirit. You continue to brighten my life today. I am so proud of what you have accomplished and more importantly, who you are. I love you. Mommy</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-40968947928898287172013-12-06T08:04:00.002-08:002013-12-06T08:07:22.961-08:00Heart WordsI got on FaceBook this morning and noticed a post on my live feed by someone who seldom writes. The post was in regards to one of those picture/quote things that everyone shares from time to time. The picture/quote thing was nice, even inspirational, but it was his response that has occupied my thoughts for the past few hours. <br />
<br />
He expressed gratitude for <b>"heart words"</b> such as<i> 'thank you'; 'I am sorry'; 'Please forgive me'; </i>and<i> 'I love you'. </i><br />
<br />
Why are these heart words? They open up a closed heart. They allow for a broken heart. They repair a broken heart. And probably most importantly, they bind a heart to another heart. These heart words have power to change an outlook, a person, a relationship, a family.<br />
<br />
I need heart words said to me and I need to express them to others. Thank you Brad, for your thought-provoking post this morning.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-86365739035622530782013-12-03T10:41:00.002-08:002013-12-04T09:25:49.932-08:0026 Years of Wonderful Quirkiness! It is always a treat to see Daniel. This is what I can usually expect upon first seeing him: 1)- He clasps his hands together. 2)- He cocks his head to one side. 3)- He gently shrugs his shoulders while at the same time he 4)- coyly smiles. If he is accompanied by Emily he will 5)- turn and look at her and nod his head back and forth a few times with his lips pursed together. (Think about it.............I have pegged it perfectly have I not?!)<br />
<br />
Oh how I love my animated Daniel. His antics have brought me much needed comic relief through the years. What would life be like without the "Daniel language"? - Dad, Holly, Hannah and I tried to recall how he used to speak while growing up. Not one of us could remember. Please, for the sake of preserving his childhood language, please respond with words, phrases, etc., that you remember. I do fondly recall him walking into a room where I was, raising his index finger and saying: <i> "food please" . </i>I also remember (not so fondly) him repeating <i>"Mommy do you love me?"</i> over and over and over and OVER!!!. Share what you remember!<br />
<br />
I think of the many imitations he has done throughout the years; baby Elise, Marvin, Sis. Wimer, Bolton Baby, mommy sneezing, various general authorities, etc. I think of his hand actions; Greta doing various things, Pappy yicking his yong yeg, baby caterpillar, and the creepy one he does now with his middle finger pointed out. Oh such cherished Daniel-isms that must be remembered for posterity.<br />
<br />
Daniel, you are a joy. You brighten a dark day. Heavenly Father blessed you with a unique personality that has blessed so many others. I am so grateful for that personality. You continue to always make me smile. Happy Birthday son. I love you. Mommy<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-9904336410442682122013-11-13T21:02:00.001-08:002013-11-13T21:04:56.406-08:00Shall The Youth Of Zion Falter......An Amazing Day At The Temple.Today mom and I went to the Las Vegas Temple to participate in an endowment session. As we were walking down the corridor to the ordinance room, we passed young men donned in white suits and name tags. Sure enough, when we entered our room, standing in the front of the room was an 18 year old boy. He was calm, assured, and thoughtful as he officiated. It was nice and I really enjoyed the session. I asked a temple worker later what was up with the young ordinance workers. She said that they encourage sisters and elders who have received their calls and are in the process of waiting to report for their missions to be set apart as official temple workers. She mentioned that they learn so fast and are filled with such a powerful spirit and are a big asset to the temple. Amen to that!<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Thinking that my temple experience couldn't get any better, I walked into that beautiful Celestial room. Lining the walls and occupying every seat in that massive,amazing room, were missionaries!! Lots and lots and lots of elders and sisters who had just participated in a special session. It was breath-taking to say the least. They were so beautiful and inspiring. Ahhhh........it is still touching to recall that scene. Grandma Skousen whispered to me: <i>"I think this is a lot like what was welcoming Grandpa when he passed away." </i> I think it probably was too. Such a glorious sight!!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Truly an amazing day at the temple.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-23630418798055524072013-11-06T14:52:00.004-08:002013-12-25T08:09:36.662-08:00"I rejoice therefore that I have confidence in you in all things." 2 Cor. 7:16Holly is 18 today. She is officially an adult by the world's standards. By my standards, she has been an adult in very many ways for quite some time now. Just a couple of days ago she asked me: <i>"Why is it that I can relate to adults so easily?"</i> (Or something along those lines.) Holly has several adults that she includes as her close friends, and these adults reciprocate that friendship. It is fun to see her interact with them. She is at ease, and always herself. It is so apparent that she is respected and valued. And she should be. I think it is fair to say that confidence has played a very important part in these friendships. Holly is very comfortable with herself and she likes who she is and others value that in her. <br />
<br />
We recently went to lunch in which a cute, male waiter overheard that we were celebrating Holly's 18th birthday. He made a comment to her alluding to the fact that they (employees) might have to embarrass her by singing Happy Birthday. Holly cutely responded with a coy smile: <i>"Oh, I don't get embarrassed very easily"</i>. She was flirty (appropriately so) and engaging as she held her own in that conversation. It is so much fun watching her, knowing she has control of situations and is so darn cute! <br />
<br />
That confidence is not just manifest in her relationships, but also in her testimony. She is confident in what she believes. She questions, seeks answers, and applies what she learns. This gift has put her in a position to be a leader among her peers and her adult friends. She is very fine with stating: <b>"NO"</b><i> </i> if something is inappropriate or just doesn't feel right to her. <br />
<br />
Confidence is an amazing gift to acquire; it is even a more amazing gift to keep. The world has a way of chipping away at our confidence. I don't see that happening with Holly. This was a gift that accompanied her to earth and she has continued to strengthen it. As a little six year old child, she kindly questioned her friend why she wasn't a Mormon. As an eleven year old, she once instructed me about modesty in swimsuits. (I was buying a very modest swimsuit with a zipper in front. Holly said that I shouldn't buy it because what if the zipper accidentally unzipped! I didn't buy it.) I have seen her push aside negative thoughts and feelings and change situations that would have otherwise made her feel less about herself. She has made conscious choices to not be "squashed".<br />
<br />
To my beloved Holly, I echo the Apostle Paul's comment: <i> I rejoice therefore that I have confidence in you in all things". </i><u>I can say that because of the righteous confidence you have in yourself.</u> That confidence will allow you to pursue your goals of singing and writing. It will strengthen you as a college student, missionary, wife, mother and whatever else you pursue. It has been a joy watching you grow leaps and bounds these past few years. I really like the person you are. You make me laugh. You calm me down. You give me confidence. Happy Birthday dear daughter and dearest friend. I love you. Mommy<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-18795706282739289142013-10-13T22:16:00.000-07:002013-11-06T13:00:09.216-08:00Sisters and Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0PjQLA9yRWmoJGUWSI-NxZY7hWPLOvp6LMfB7VkQbQIDHZGtxT8vTRszVOTaa8c1YwgaBVjww0MPQ7zoewDX-vBSHGaFfZ6w1YSyXCo-E6wQJe1MjYiJc-Zz7Fpcp4rARw7oDfWkbJ8/s1600/1380820_10202341080191492_1455284889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0PjQLA9yRWmoJGUWSI-NxZY7hWPLOvp6LMfB7VkQbQIDHZGtxT8vTRszVOTaa8c1YwgaBVjww0MPQ7zoewDX-vBSHGaFfZ6w1YSyXCo-E6wQJe1MjYiJc-Zz7Fpcp4rARw7oDfWkbJ8/s640/1380820_10202341080191492_1455284889_n.jpg" width="478" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Two amazing girls. Holly & Hannah - 2013 Homecoming/</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">It is every girls dream to be elected Homecoming Royalty. Hannah was elected; Holly was not. As much as Holly would have loved to be wearing a beautiful dress while riding on a float at the parade, she did not show her disappointment............ever! She handled herself with grace and dignity and rejoiced in Hannah's good fortune. Hannah had asked Holly to help her with her hair and make-up for the big reveal which she would be on display for all to ooh and aah at her loveliness. Hannah was beyond stressed and suffered a tear-filled meltdown during this time. Holly was patient, kind and so understanding as she lovingly attended to her sister. I have great admiration and respect for Holly. This day wasn't about what she didn't get to do, but what Hannah got to do. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I love Holly. I love Hannah. I love that they love each other. God bless Holly & Hannah and sisterhood! </span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
Regarding the formal,.. there was never a question with Hannah about modesty. She exemplifies a modest, wholesome daughter of God in every way, and her homecoming dress would not be an exception. And it wasn't. She loved her dress and proudly wore it, thinking she was beautiful and princess-y. And she was! </div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
That is such a blessing to me. I love making my girls their dresses, but I never want them to be embarrassed because they are homemade. I have very sweet daughters who have always been beyond pleased with their dresses and that just makes the sewing experience literally DIVINE!!!</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
Yesterday a friend told me that her niece had told her she had overheard some comments about Hannah's homecoming dress and how it looked like she must have gone to a "Mormon Store" to buy it. I don't know if the comments were meant to be positive or negative, but I took them as a positive. I always want my daughters to look like they have gone shopping at a "Mormon Store". </div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
I asked Hannah if she felt out of place with her dress. Her response was an emphatic: "NO!!! I love wearing my dress." Hannah doesn't dress modestly just because she is supposed to. Modesty is part of who she is because she respects her body and loves Heavenly Father. I can honestly say that all four of my daughters know that they are precious daughters of God and conduct themselves in that manner. What a blessing to me and to them. Modesty is a manifestation of purity and purity is truly beautiful!</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-85959254410525762012013-10-10T08:04:00.000-07:002013-11-06T13:01:28.082-08:00Encouragement in Times of Trials - Talk given in Mesquite RS Meeting<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I want you to know that I have studied, pondered and sought counsel and
affirmation from the Spirit and feel I do have a message that is to be
delivered.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">With that said, I share a few
of the questions that have been stirred up in my mind as I have prepared.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Would my remarks be applicable to the sister whose
trials greatly surpass normal life’s challenges and difficulties?</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Would this be helpful for those who suffer trials because of their own doing, as well as for those suffering trials
because of the actions and decisions of others? </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Does my talk address the trials and hardships
that result from just living in a wicked world?</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With lots of
re-dos and starting overs, I finally realized that what I needed for this
particular talk was an “equalizer”; something that would level the playing
field and be applicable to every person here in this room tonight. An equalizer that would pertain to all of us,
regardless of who was responsible, and for all varying degrees of trials, no
matter how small or significant they may be. With that realization and understanding, it
was apparent that there was only one “equalizer” who could provide that
assurance. I hope and I pray tonight that the Holy Ghost will turn our
hearts to our Savior Jesus Christ, who is truly the Great Equalizer; He, who
can level the playing field and makes
things right and whole with each one
of us. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have chosen to use the hymns of the gospel to help
convey my messages. There
is a reason for this……..hymns just speak to my heart and I find myself singing
them every day, especially at times when I am troubled or frustrated. It really
is my default for when I am out of sorts.
The words to some hymns have been very present during this month of
study, so we will sing them together tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In fact, if you could grab a hymn book and turn to
hymn # 85; we can learn a lot about trials from the familiar hymn #85,<b> How Firm A Foundation</b>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I want to focus on your verse 5. The words are descriptive and poetic and can
teach us much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The first phrase reads:<b><i>
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie.” </i></b>The pathway spoken of in this context is the course of our
lives. The “fiery trials” spoken of
suggest that they are intense and significant challenges. <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The next phrase reads: “<b><i>My grace, all sufficient, shall
be thy supply.</i></b><i> </i> The words of this verse are spoken in the
first person as if the Savior is saying them directly to us. In the Bible Dictionary we read that grace is
in part: <i>“an enabling power that allows
men and women to lay hold on eternal life and exaltation after they have
expended their own best efforts.” </i>Elder
David Bednar gives further clarity and understanding to this “enabling power of
the atonement”. He says:<i> “I suspect that you and I are much more
familiar with the nature of the redeeming power of the Atonement than we are
with the enabling power of the Atonement.” “…grace represents that divine assistance or heavenly help each of us …desperately
need….” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Elder Bednar mentions two powers of the
atonement. 1. Redemptive power that
save us from our sins. 2. Enabling
power, or grace, that assists in times of need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The enabling power of the atonement is manifest time
and time again in the Book of Mormon.
One great example is found in the 24<sup>th</sup> chapter of Mosiah. We read of Amulon, who was given the assignment by the Lamanite
king to rule over the people of Alma. Vs. 8 <i>“And
now it came to pass the Amulon began to exercise authority over Alma and his
brethren, and began to persecute him, and cause that his children should
persecute their children…. And it came to pass that so great were their
afflictions that they began to cry mightily to God.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Vs. 13<i>. …I will …ease the burdens which are put upon
your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you
are in bondage…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">v. 15 <i>And now it
came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were
made light; yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their
burdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with patience to all the
will of the Lord.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Notice that the Lord did not take away the trial from
Alma and his people, rather “the Lord did strengthen them” or in other words,
they received the enabling power of the atonement so they could withstand their
trial.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let me read this phrase again.<b><i> “His grace, all sufficient,
shall be thy supply”</i>.</b> The enabling power, along with the redemptive power
of the Lord’s atonement is sufficient; it is enough. It is infinite. It is what we need to not just endure, but
endure cheerfully and with patience as did the people of Alma.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 25.85pt 15pt 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15pt;">Two weeks ago today my father died from a 6 day bout
with bacterial meningitis. This trial
obviously was not removed or taken away from my mother. My mother is a strong, brave woman. But shortly after the doctor diagnosed my
father, he requested a copy of my father’s living
will. My mother and I returned to her home to
look for it. If we couldn't find the will, it would not be hard to get a copy. I knew my father’s attorney and I could call him and request he email one over. Upon not finding it at the house, my mother turned and looked at me and with searching eyes she began to cry. Through her tears, she
said: </span><i style="line-height: 15pt;">“Oh, Lorri, what am I going to do?”</i><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> I knew this </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> about a will; it was about
so much more. The redemptive power of the atonement was not needed, but the
enabling power was. I motioned for her to follow me to the couch
and said: </span><i style="line-height: 15pt;">“Mom, we are going to pray for help”.</i><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> It was a very sacred, tender experience
kneeling with my mother and praying in her behalf. The Saviors grace was sufficient and in
supply at the very moment she needed it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The thought of attending the viewing proved to be another
particularly rough trial for my mom. She expressed that she did not
think she was going to be able to stand and talk to others. Her
legs were aching and she was so tired and could not bear the thoughts of being there. This time however, it was my mother who gathered her three daughters into her bedroom. We
listened as she tearfully implored the Lord for His enabling power. And again, those pleas were heard. Her
legs were strong and able to bear her up; her heart open so she could be
comforted by others and He gave words to her mouth so that she could freely speak.
His Grace was evident, sufficient and in
supply. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have sung the third verse of the hymn <i>Did You Think To Pray?</i> over and over during
these past few weeks. There is a
beautiful reference to the “enabling power of the atonement in this verse. The
words and even the melody testify so beautifully of this power. Please turn to hymn 140 and sing the 3<sup>rd</sup>
verse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"When sore trials came upon you, did you think to pray? When your heart was full of sorrow Balm of Gilead did you borrow at the gates of day? Oh, how praying rest the weary. Prayer will change the night to day. So when life gets dark and dreary, don't forget to pray."</span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Returning back to hymn # 85 we read: <b><i>“The flame
shall not hurt thee."</i> </b>This is written as <b> </b>a promise from the Savior, asking us to trust him so that He can change us. D&C 122:7<b> </b>we read similar words spoken by the Savior to his prophet Joseph
Smith while he was imprisoned in Liberty jail.
<i>“…Know thou, my son, that all
these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good .</i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>I only design thy dross to consume”</i> </b><span style="line-height: 15pt;">Dross is impurities that are found in
minerals such as gold and other precious metals. The removal of these
impurities is done through a heating process, leaving behind the purest form of
the mineral. </span><i style="line-height: 15pt;"> </i><span style="line-height: 15pt;">By Divine design and plan, our trials are a
means given to us to turn to the Savior so that he can consume are
pains, sorrows and impurities.</span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> </span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> </span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> </span><span style="line-height: 15pt;">In our
recent General Conference our prophet taught:</span><span style="line-height: 15pt;">
</span><i style="line-height: 15pt;">“Such difficulties allow us to
change for the better, to rebuild our lives in the way Heavenly Father teaches
us, and to become something different from what we were, better than what we
were, more understanding than what we were – with stronger testimonies that
what we had before.”</i><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> </span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> </span><span style="line-height: 15pt;">It is this
process that allows for us to find “encouragement” even joy in times of trial.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sisters, think about the greatest trial you are facing at this time and how you are
experiencing it. Are your impurities
being consume by the Savior? Are you enduring
the trial well, even submitting cheerfully as the people of Alma did? Are you a better person because of what
you are going through? If the answers
are no ……..then ask yourself why? It takes “courage” to seek encouragement in
our trials<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 25.85pt 15pt 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 15pt;">The day that LaNae Griffiths called to ask if I would
accept this assignment, I was in despair.
I was feeling frustrated as a result of a trial I was not enduring
well. I had actually had feeling of
hopelessness, never thinking I was going to find relief. Because I accepted LaNae’s
request to speak, I started to study, read, ponder and pray about the topic she assign me. I began to examine this very specific trial
in respects to what I was learning . I </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> just want to stand and give a talk
on the subject; I wanted to be changed so I could testify. A few days after LaNae's call, I
received my Sept. Ensign in the mail. I was intrigued by an article titled: </span><i style="line-height: 15pt;">The Healing Balm of Hope.</i><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> Listed in this article are ten strategies for
cultivating hope in times of trial and despair. These strategies were all very good, but one
in particular resonated in my heart. The strategy was titled: </span><b style="line-height: 15pt;">Identify and Challenge Negative Beliefs</b><span style="line-height: 15pt;">. In the article it says: </span><i style="line-height: 15pt;">“Negative thoughts are the termites of the soul”.</i><span style="line-height: 15pt;"> Although painful, I took courage as I
admitted to myself that I had riddled my soul with negative thoughts. I had been quick to dwell on the worst. Upon further scrutinizing my reactions to my
trial, I realized I had found comfort and even a sense of entitlement as I
focused on everything that was wrong. I embarked upon a plan to identify my
negative beliefs and challenge them. It
was hard. I had to retrain my thought
process. I had to work on catching
myself and have the courage to remove that negative belief; no matter how
justified it made me feel. I sought
the redemptive power of the atonement as I asked for forgiveness of such
negative and destructive behavior. I
have sought the enabling power of the atonement as I have prayed over and over again, day by
day and sometimes even hour by hour, to strengthen me and help me focus on what is positive and
good. It has taken courage but I am now finding
“encouragement” in this trial. I am even excited to see and feel the changes that
are taking place in my mind and my heart. The Savior is consuming my dross, one
negative thought at a time. No, the trial
has not been removed, but I feel a renewed hope as I try to endure it well,
even cheerfully. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.0pt; margin-bottom: 15.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 25.85pt; margin-top: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The very last phrase of the verse reads: <b><i>“And thy gold to refine.”</i></b><i> </i>I
share with you this true account of events by President David O. McKay as given
in a Conference Address by Pres. James E. Faust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 15.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Some
years ago President David O. McKay told from this pulpit of the experience of
some of those in the Martin handcart company. Many of these early converts had
emigrated from Europe and were too poor to buy oxen or horses and a wagon. They
were forced by their poverty to pull handcarts containing all of their
belongings across the plains by their own brute strength. President McKay
relates an occurrence which took place some years after the heroic exodus: “A
teacher, conducting a class, said it was unwise ever to attempt, even to permit
them [the Martin handcart company] to come across the plains under such
conditions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 15.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“[According
to a class member,] some sharp criticism of the Church and its leaders was
being indulged in for permitting any company of converts to venture across the
plains with no more supplies or protection than a handcart caravan afforded.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 15.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“An
old man in the corner … sat silent and listened as long as he could stand it,
then he arose and said things that no person who heard him will ever forget.
His face was white with emotion, yet he spoke calmly, deliberately, but with
great earnestness and sincerity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“In
substance [he] said, ‘I ask you to stop this criticism. You are discussing a
matter you know nothing about. Cold historic facts mean nothing here, for they
give no proper interpretation of the questions involved. Mistake to send the
Handcart Company out so late in the season? Yes. But I was in that company and
my wife was in it and Sister Nellie Unthank whom you have cited was there, too.
We suffered beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and
starvation, but did you ever hear a survivor of that company utter a word of
criticism? <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Not one of that company ever apostatized or
left the Church, because everyone of us came through with the absolute
knowledge that God lives for we became acquainted with him in our extremities.</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 15.0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“‘I
have pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of
food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other. I have looked ahead
and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go only that
far and there I must give up, for I cannot pull the load through it.’” He
continues: “‘I have gone on to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began
pushing me. I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but
my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the angels of God were there.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“‘Was
I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then nor any minute of my
life since. <i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">The price we paid to become acquainted with
God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in
the Martin Handcart Company.’”</span></i> (<i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">Relief Society Magazine,</span></i> Jan.
1948, p. 8.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The
trials of the early Saints were trials that consumed their dross and left souls
of the purest of gold. Let us never
make the mistake and think that our trials today will not do the same for us. They will. That is their purpose. The
verse of this song teaches correct principles. And those principles bring us hope and peace in times of suffering and sorrow. I hope whenever we sing <i>How Firm A Foundation</i>, our eyes will scan down to the 5th verse and we will be reminded of that hope and peace.</span></span><span style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I would like to end by singing the first verse of hymn #100,<i> Nearer My God To Thee</i>. One night, alone with my dad while he was in the hospital, I sang this verse to him. The words were significant and calming. </span><i style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee. Even tho it be a cross that raiseth me, still all my songs shall be nearer my God to thee. Nearer my God to thee. Nearer to thee."</i><span style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-line-height-alt: 13.5pt; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The crosses we bear are the trials we endure and when we allow for it, they raise us up to be nearer to God. Of this I testify in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-77652239103642808852013-09-29T17:43:00.002-07:002013-10-01T12:47:10.870-07:00Talk For the Funeral of My Dad<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">A few years
ago I attended the funeral of a man who was firefighter by profession. Displayed at the church was the uniform he
wore as well as the medals of honor he had earned. Squadrons of uniformed firefighters
lined the sides of the church as the family filed into the pews. As part of the funeral services, the fire
chief conducted a symbolic ceremony called “The Ringing of the Final Bell”. It was apparent that the world highly regarded
this man and he was deserving of such honor and recognition. He was a good man
and dedicated firefighter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">My father
has never worn a uniform, either military or one of civil service. He has never earned medals of honor. Although
successful, the world would not consider him to be a man of great significance,
and I think the world would find it hard to celebrate the life he has
lived. But I do not gauge my dad or his
life by worldly standards. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">My dad wore
a white suit with a white tie and pinned to the coat of that white suit was a badge
that read: Lester Skousen –Sealer. These words represent a power so great that
it surpasses mortality and extends into the eternities. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">He loved the
temple and the work that is done within its walls. I remember a time when Jared and I and some of
our children went to the temple to participate in sealing work. Upon seeing us,
his face lit up and he walked out from behind the little desk in the sealing
room to greet and hug each one of us. I
can only describe the look on his face as one of just pure joy. He showed us off and introduced us to the
other workers. As wonderful as it was for
my dad to be with his family in the place he loved most, his understanding of the
sacred work that we would engage in was more important and his countenance reflected
that. Whenever he performed sealings his
voice was reverent and unhurried, and his eyes were fixed upon the persons
kneeling at the altar. I knew by the way
my father conducted himself inside and outside of the temple, that he knew that
<i>“in the ordinances,…the power of
godliness is manifest.”</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">The world
would never celebrate that, but the heavens do!
I have contemplated the hundreds and hundreds of people who have
undoubtedly greeted my father since his passing, who have surely expressed
their joy for finally having the sealing power manifest in their lives because
of his service. He knew the magnitude of
the importance of the work he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">As was mentioned
by my sister Kellee, my mom and dad embarked upon three Spanish speaking
foreign missions together; missions that were focused on providing my father's beloved
brown-skinned people the blessings of the temple. Just a side note………as a young girl, I loved
to hear my dad speak Spanish. And because my dad could speak Spanish and was
born in Mexico, I just assumed that he was a Mexican and that is what I told people
and I was so proud of that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">During this
past week, I have heard my mom express on four different times these words: <i>“ I am so grateful that your dad and I
served those three missions.” </i>I don’t
know exactly why that has been so impressed upon her right now; I am sure they
were significant for many reasons very personal and sacred to her. I do know that these missions were defining
times in the life of my dad. He loved
these foreign lands and serving in their temples. The Latino people adored him.
He spoke their language and understood their culture and customs. And most importantly, he gave them his
heart. I want to say to my mom……….thank you. Thank you for doing hard things! I know it
was difficult for you to learn the language and had feelings of isolation and
frustration, but I can’t help but think that these missions were some of dad’s
greatest times in his life. Thank you for
having the courage and faith to leave your home, children and grandchildren. Most of all, I say thank you for the
supportive role you were for dad so that he could shine and do that which he
most loved to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">I believe
that the example my mom and dad have set for us four children, their 18
grandchildren and their great-grandchildren will result in literally hundreds,
if not thousands, who will receive the blessings of the gospel. What a legacy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">This legacy
has already impacted a granddaughter who is currently at the Mexico City MTC learning
Spanish. The day after the passing of her
grandfather I received an email where she writes specifically of what that
legacy means to her: <i> </i></span><i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; line-height: 115%;">“I love
that [grandpa] always made sure his family knew he loved them, the temple, and
the Gospel of Jesus Christ. You know that those are the things most important
to him, and I want to make sure that everyone always knows that family, the
temple, and the Gospel are important to me.
I know that Grandpa will be helping me, and I have already felt his
love. I know that he is so happy with where I am, in a country he loves, learning
to speak the language he loves, so I can teach others the gospel that he
loves.”</span></i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">How grateful
I am to be born of goodly parents, to a father who loved his wife and children,
who honored his priesthood and raised a family unto the Lord. I never want his influence of goodness and
kindness to leave me. And I don’t think
it has too. I believe that as we honor his legacy- especially as we serve
missions and participate in temple work, we will feel his arms around us,
guiding us, teaching us and loving us even to the extent as if he were
here.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="line-height: 115%;">Because of
the events that have transpired over the past ten days, I can stand before you
and testify that even amidst the pain and sorrow that accompanies death, the
Lords Plan is one of joy and of the peace.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301299885490027133.post-26740767532359519132013-09-22T10:18:00.001-07:002013-09-24T11:49:53.157-07:00 The Wind Beneath Our WingsComments I heard at our family beach reunion a few weeks ago: <i> "I just love Emily, she is so great." "I am so happy Emily married Daniel." "It seems like Emily is loved by every person in this family". </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
The spiritual gift that I focus on for Emily may seem a little "sub par" in the spiritual gift department to some, but do not be fooled into thinking that this spiritual gift is less in anyway. It is not! It is a gift that only a humble, meek person can acquire. The person that bears this gift is self assured, powerful and competent in what they choose to do. The person who uses this gift, values others and does whatever is needful to help that person shine a little brighter.<br />
<br />
Daniel's personality is such that he is often in the limelight because of his strengths and great qualities. Emily is what I view as an amazing supporting actor, not ever seeking the staring role, but playing her supporting role in such a way that Daniel shines far more than he could on his own. It truly is a selfless gift.<br />
<br />
She is not showy, loud or demanding. In a gentle, non-assuming way she glides into our lives and makes us better. This ability was displayed in our little family tourney of Kuub at the beach where Daniel and Emily were partnered against Brittney and Derrick (?). It was a classic Daniel / Emily moment. Daniel was fixed, determined and very demonstrative as he threw his sticks; sometimes successful in knocking over the posts and sometimes not. Emily stood up to the line, without fanfare or displays of competitiveness, she threw her sticks to consistently knock over the intended targets. I can still hear Daniel's triumphant shouts of "PB"!!!! as she would save the game over and over for him. I know this was just a game, but it is very symbolic of Emily's demeanor and capability of simply being her own quiet self so that the person who needs to shine actually can.<br />
<br />
I have talked to Emily about this spiritual gift of supporting and how I cherish her for having it. She too acknowledges it as a gift from God and feels blessed to help others achieve and grow and is happy doing it. Just as her talent of playing the violin softens that blare of the horns, adds dimension to the monotony of the percussion, and enables a musical score to reach greater heights of beauty and majesty than possible with any other instrument, that is what Emily does in our family. Each person in our family (because everyone does love Emily) is positively influenced by her.<br />
<br />
Back in the 1980"s Bette Midler made famous a song titled <i>"The Wind Beneath My Wings"</i>. Those words so perfectly portray who Emily is. Her grace, presence and goodness lift me up and make me a better person. Her support and love for Daniel allow for him to fly higher. Emily, you are a soft, refreshing breeze, even a wind that elevates our family. We are blessed that you are ours forever. Happy Birthday dear daughter, I love you. Lorri / Mommy<br />
<div style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08131676236728331301noreply@blogger.com0