Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I am grateful for this quote:


"Women of God can never be like the women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."
Sis Margaret D. Nadauld

This quote is sustaining me as I work through many challenging PTA President duties.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Holy Ghost is real!

Around 9:30 p.m. on Saturday night, the ER doctor at the hospital explained to me that there were many viruses that mimicked the appendicitis-like symptoms my six year old daughter was exhibiting.  I couldn't blame him for thinking she only had a virus.  It was hard to believe that the happy, bouncy little girl we saw before us was, only an hour ago, doubled over in excruciating pain.  I immediately felt very foolish for bringing my daughter into the ER, but then the doctor asked, "Would you like her to give a urine sample to rule out a urinary tract infection, or would you like her blood drawn to examine her white blood count, or would you like to have an ultra sound ordered?" I inwardly chuckled because I felt like I was ordering from some kind of medical fast food menu, but really this was no laughing matter.  The ER doctor didn't sound too keen about the ultrasound option because of the length of time it would take to round up the ultrasound tech, and he also felt that the chances of finding the appendix in an ultrasound was low.  As he spoke, it hit me how completely in control and out of control I was.  The decisions for my daughter's care depended on me and my minuscule amount of medical knowledge.  Thank goodness I had my sister, a nurse, with me, or I would have walked away when they suggested putting a needle in my daughter's arm.  And thank goodness my sister had a close friend who was an ultrasound tech, so I could call her and pick her brain about the chances of finding an appendix in a little, thin 6 year old girl ... which turns out to be remarkably high. 

Continually throughout the night, a quote by Sis Beck fluttered through my mind, "This is when revelation hits reality."  I really only had one option, and that was to pray and listen for His guidance.  As the night wore on, it became very apparent to me that I was being prompted to ask for an ultrasound for my daughter.  Miraculously the ultrasound became the only piece of evidence that definitively diagnosed what the problem was ... acute appendicitis. We were checked into the children's hospital by 4 a.m. on Sunday, and surgery began at 9:00 a.m. 

I know the Holy Ghost is real. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

I am grateful for this Chinese proverb.

Chinese Word for Luck!

Good Luck Bad Luck!

There is a Chinese story of a farmer who used an old horse to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer's neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?" A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, "Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?"

Then, when the farmer's son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?"

Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg, they let him off. Now was that good luck or bad luck? Who knows?

Friday, July 20, 2012

I am grateful for one year ago ...

Today is my one year post CCSVI procedure anniversary, and I am feeling great!!! 
 I am also feeling very grateful and happy, so I just might have to celebrate ...
and I don't think the kids will mind if we do.  

Have a wonderful day everyone!!!  

Friday, July 13, 2012

I am grateful for the prayer in my heart.

How I want to be with my Heavenly Father again!  How I want to run up to Him and put my arms around Him and weep.  I want to tell Him how I served Him, that I struggled at times and was not as valiant as I should have been, but how I really tried and that I never forgot how I dearly wanted to be with Him again. 

The words of Alma ring in my ears, "Oh, that I were an angel and could have one wish of my heart, to cry repentance unto every people."  I feel such compassion and love for ALL of God's children because I know what it is like to be as Lot's wife looking too much in the past, to be as Jonah wanting only to run away from his trials, to be as Laman and Lemuel murmuring because things were too hard, to be as Sariah doubting priesthood guidance, to be as the prodigal son straying from the path, to be as the prodigal son's brother jealous and feeling like things are unfair.  But I have felt, through the atonement of Jesus Christ, and through the gift of the Holy Ghost, such a joy that I cannot explain.  I feel an inner light that is so strong and so powerful that I want everyone around me to know how much I, and their Savior, and our Father in Heaven love them.  I want everyone to feel of this redeeming love, and to drink deeply of His everlasting joy.  

Thursday, July 5, 2012

I am grateful for light.

I have been drawn to the subject of light lately. I find myself frequently pondering upon the words "sun" and "son," and marveling at their similarities. For example, we look to the sun to provide light, warmth and life. Likewise, we look to our Savior, the Son of God , to provide light (3 Nephi 19:25), warmth (3 Nephi 19:13), and Eternal life (Romans 6:23).

Last fast and testimony meeting, I was thinking about the concept of light with regards to testimonies, and I wondered to myself, "How can someone say I KNOW the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true?" Suddenly the image of the sun entered my mind, and I began to contemplate on how I KNOW the sun is real. I KNOW the sun is real because it rises everyday, but really that fact alone isn't enough. It occurred to me that the sun could rise and set without me even knowing it was there if it wasn't for the warmth and light it provided. Because of this warmth and light that I tangibly feel and see everyday of my life, I can say with perfect knowledge, I KNOW that the sun is real.

Then I began to ponder upon how I KNOW the gospel of Jesus Christ is true, and how I KNOW that Jesus Christ is my Savior. And I discovered that I KNOW these things are true because, just like the sun, the light of Christ powerfully rises within me and radiates in my countenance to all those around me when I choose to follow the Savior's teachings. I am then blessed with the warmth and peace of the Holy Ghost which greater testifies to me of my Savior's existance and His plan. Oppositely, when I do not follow the principles taught by our Savior, I am dark and inwardly it feels like my life is void of the sun. Simply put, when I follow the Son, I feel light. When I choose to stray from the Son, I feel darkness.

So, just as perfectly as I KNOW the sun is real, I KNOW that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is God's true church on earth, and Jesus Christ is my Savior. Mosiah 16:9 "He is the light and the life of the world; yea, a light that is endless, that can never be darkened; yea, and also a life which is endless, that there can be no more death." As a side note, don't you love that the one day we have dedicated to full worship of our Savior is called "Sun"day.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I am grateful for thoughtful emails my sweetheart forwards me to brighten my day.

This one is written by Jack Rushton.

"I have no man… [To help me]…"

I was glued to the TV like many of you I am sure, the evening Nick Wallenda walked a third of a mile across Niagara Falls, from the United States side to the Canadian side on a 2 inch steel cable. We may question his sanity risking his life in this way, but there is also, I believe, much to be admired and even learned from his daring feat.

It took two years of intense planning to accomplish his goal. He had trained for most of his life to walk the wire across Niagara Falls. We may question having that kind of goal, but for him it was an important part of his life. It was not just wishful thinking on his part, for along with his dream went meticulous, detailed planning and self-discipline that made the vision and dream a reality.

As I watched him I was impressed by his calm demeanor and confidence, which I believe came to him through his detailed and profound preparation. And yet at the same time, I sensed his humility and lack of being arrogant and overconfident. I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched what he was doing.

I think the thing that struck a chord with me the most however, is when he was in the midst of the mist with the wind swirling around him, and he was all alone. No man could help him get out of the mist and wind and across the cable to safety.

I know, as many as you also know how frightening it is to realize that you are all alone with no one to help you through your challenging and often times frightening circumstance. It was then I heard him seeking help from the only source available to him on the 2 inch cable, dangerously dangling 20 stories above Niagara Falls. Nick began praying fervently to God and to the Savior to help him get to the other side safely and not let him plunge into the menacing chasm and certain death that lurked below him in the blackness of the night.

What a personal reminder and lesson this heartfelt prayer was to me personally. We really need never feel we are alone if we have faith in a loving Heavenly Father, and in the power of prayer. Sometimes we need to be reminded of this great truth.

Because of my own mobility impaired circumstances, I am attracted to the Savior's healing miracles of those who were paralyzed and crippled. One of my favorite healing miracles took place at the Pool of Bethesda, as recorded by John in chapter 5 of his gospel. A man who had been severely “mobility impaired” for 38 years of his life, was approached by Jesus as he lay by the side of the Pool. The tradition was that an angel had "troubled" the water at some point in time and ever after it would periodically bubble up spontaneously each day. The tradition was that the first person into the Pool after the "troubling" of the water would be healed. Let's read some of John's beautiful account of what transpired: "And a certain man was there, which had an infirmity thirty and eight years. When Jesus saw him and knew that he had been now a long time in that case, he saith unto him, Wilt thou be made whole? The impotent man answered him, Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me. Jesus saith unto him Rise, take up thy bed, and walk. And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed, and walked…" [John 5:5-9]

Several things are important to me in John's account. He saw the crippled man and knew he had been in that condition for a long time. He knows everything! That is comforting to me personally. I like to think he knows I have been in my condition for a long time. He, of course, knew that the paralyzed man wanted to be healed, but that he didn't know how to go about bringing that miracle into his life. The man could only say, "I have no man [to help me into the water so that I can be healed.]" At this time in his life he was totally dependent upon the "arm of flesh." And then comes the great lesson (for me anyway) "Rise, take up thy bed and walk!" The paralyzed man was alone in the sense that no mortal would help him into the water so that he could be healed, so he thought. The Savior taught him and all of us who have read this account down through the centuries that we are never really alone. We are not entirely dependent upon others or "the troubling of the waters" to help us through our challenging times, as long as we have faith in our Heavenly Father and in the infinite atonement of His Beloved Son in our behalf.

Thankfully, I learned this important lesson as a young missionary in November, 1958, in a small Mayan Indian village in Guatemala, which was nestled high in the mountains in the middle of a magnificent Ponderosa Pine forest. I went there after spending only one week in the mission home in Salt Lake City.  In those days there was no 2 months of language training at the MTC.  After spending just one night in the mission home in Guatemala City, I was sent to this little village. To say I experienced cultural shock is the understatement of the century. The room in which we lived had no windows and large rats lived within its walls, chirping to each other all night long. I didn't know what they were talking about but it made me feel very uneasy. The cockroaches were huge and as soon as the lights were out you could hear them skittering across the floor and up and down the walls. There were "Moby Fleasthat seemed to be so happy that I had come to Guatemala to visit them. I was terribly homesick and physically sick as well, with the beginning of amoebic dysentery. I had never been that miserable in all my life. My companion was just finishing his 2 1/2 year mission; he would go home within the month, and was not very sympathetic to my puny sufferings. He was the only person in the village that spoke English and he would only speak to me in Spanish. I had never felt so alone.

After about a week, I woke up in the middle of the night, extremely sick, and had to get to the bathroom as quickly as I could. The bathroom was on the other side of our patio. I made a mad dash across the patio to the bathroom, forgetting that a clothesline was strung across the length of the patio. Running as fast as I could, the clothesline caught me across the neck and threw me on my back to the patio's tiled floor. I didn't make it to the bathroom, to say the least!  As I lay there on my back staring up into that beautiful moonlit Guatemala sky, I cried out, "If only my dad could see me now, he would send me an airplane ticket so that I could come home. He would never let one of his sons live under these horrible conditions in this miserable village and country!" And then the thought came into my mind that my dad was at least 3000 miles away and couldn't help me. I realized also that no one in the village, not even my companion, could help me either. And so I rolled over onto my hands and knees and offered the most heartfelt prayer I had ever offered up to that time in my life. I needed help! I just couldn't go on this way and I knew it. By the time I cleaned up and got into bed I was a different young man. I didn't see an angel or hear an audible voice, but I was immersed in the Spirit to such an extent that I was filled with peace and the knowledge that I could not just endure one night in Guatemala, but many nights and many years if need be. That night I learned I need never feel again that I was alone!

Through the years that knowledge has helped me deal with a number of challenging circumstances that have come into my life. The feelings of loneliness and despair I felt when a neurosurgeon gave my family and me his prognosis regarding my future cannot be adequately expressed. He told us that I would never be able to move my body again, breathe again on my own, speak, eat solid food, or live outside a care facility as long as I lived. But I knew because of what had happened to me in November, 1958, in a little Indian village, that as dark and fearsome as the future looked, I knew I was not alone and somehow with HIS help my family and I would get through this.

I am convinced that if we have sufficient faith in Christ and the power of prayer we can never truthfully say, "I have no man to help me…"



Monday, June 4, 2012

I am just grateful.

My health, my children, my husband, my parents, my friends, my Heavenly Father, my Savior and the Spirit.  I am grateful!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I am grateful for my new beautiful anthem.

I am officially crazy!  I just agreed to be the PTA president for the upcoming year.  Why me?   Basically because I was asked by the principal to do it, but before I accepted I told her that I would have to ask my husband and kids for their approval and support.  After talking to them, and a quick call to the current PTA president to pick her brain, I came to the conclusion ... why not me! 

And that is why "Take Time to be Holy" is going to be my new anthem.

  1. Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord;
    Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word.
    Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak,
    Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek.
  2. Take time to be holy, the world rushes on;
    Spend much time in secret, with Jesus alone.
    By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be;
    Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see.
  3. Take time to be holy, let Him be thy Guide;
    And run not before Him, whatever betide.
    In joy or in sorrow, still follow the Lord,
    And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His Word.
  4. Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul,
    Each thought and each motive beneath His control.
    Thus led by His Spirit to fountains of love,
    Thou soon shalt be fitted for service above. 

Thursday, May 10, 2012

I am grateful for my eight year old's questions.

My sweet eight year old is having trouble going to sleep at night.  To help remedy this, I have been chatting with him until he falls asleep.  Our chats consist of him asking thoughtful, hard questions, and I do my best to answer them.  For example, a few nights ago, we discussed the origin of Heavenly Father, the location of heaven, and the concept of eternal time and space.  Whew!  I can't wait to hear what questions surface tonight. 

Saturday, May 5, 2012

I am grateful for parables.

I love this line:
"Downing another quart of pickle juice any time anyone around you 
has a happy moment."

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

I am grateful for the question, "Why?"

Episcopal Priest Describes Her Visit to a Mormon Temple

Photo caption: Exterior of the Kansas City Missouri Temple

Writing in the Huffington Post about her visit to the Kansas City Missouri Temple open house of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Danielle Tumminio, an Episcopal priest and theologian, captures the “why” of belief and religious practice, an element frequently missing in religious news coverage. Tumminio visited the Kansas City Temple open house to answer the questions “What does a Mormon temple look like, and what happens inside it?” and “Would I feel God's presence in this space, even though it's not a space that's sacred for me?”
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has 136 operating temples around the world and more under construction. Church members often travel long distances to worship in them (temples differ from the nearly 18,000 Mormon chapels throughout the world used for regular Sunday services). Each temple has a public open house prior to its dedication.
Tumminio described what she experienced during her visit to the Kansas City Temple open house:
Like Dante, who saw God face to face but had no words to describe the encounter, I have few words to describe what I felt in that moment. But I can say this: While it did not convert me, nor did it make me want to be a Mormon, the silence and peace I felt reminded me of the many other times I've felt close to God, whether in an Episcopal cathedral, in a clear, warm ocean or in my ratty old car. And because of that, I came to understand why temples exist and why they are so important to Mormons across the world.
While many journalists sincerely strive to report accurately on religion, capturing the essence of the religious experience transcends accuracy and is lost in most news articles. Latter-day Saints (and all people of faith) appreciate it when journalists get the facts straight about their faith. But to go beyond the facts and actually capture the “why” of belief and faith is refreshing.
Read the full article in the Huffington Post here:

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

I am grateful for this quote.

"Administer in the spirit of love and patience to your husbands and to your children; guard the little ones; do not permit them to imbibe the spirit of intolerance or hatred to any nation or to any people; keep firearms out of their hands; do not allow them to play at war nor to find amusement in imitating death in battle; inculcate the spirit of loyalty to country and flag, but help them to feel that they are soldiers of the Cross and that if they must needs take up arms in the defense of liberty, of country and homes they shall do so without rancor or bitterness.... Teach the peaceable things of the kingdom [and] look after the needy more diligently than ever."
Emmeline B. Wells (Daughters in My Kingdom, pg 64)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I am grateful for the hand of the Lord in my life.

Today I saw His hand by the help I was given to deal with a difficult phone call. 

If we choose to look, we can see the hand of the Lord in every aspect of our daily lives.

Friday, April 6, 2012

I am grateful for Easter.

Happy Easter Everyone!!!  

Let us take the time this holiday weekend to kneel before our Heavenly Father,
and say a prayer of gratitude for our Redeemer's sacrifice, love and mercy.  

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I am grateful for these quotes by Elder Wilson on parenting.

A ... tragic side effect of unrighteous dominion can be a loss of trust in God’s love. I have known some people who were subject to demanding and controlling leaders or parents, and they have found it hard to feel the very love from their Heavenly Father that would sustain them and motivate them along the path of righteousness.

If we are going to help those in our stewardships make the all-important link with heaven, we must be the kind of parent and leader described in Doctrine and Covenants, section 121. We must act “only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned.” President Henry B. Eyring has said, “Of all the help we can give … young people, the greatest will be to let them feel our confidence that they are on the path home to God and that they can make it.”

As we consider the principles that should guide us in the Church and at home, let me close with an illustration from the biography of President Thomas S. Monson. Ann Dibb, the Monsons’ daughter, says that to this day, when she walks in the front door of the house where she was raised, her father will say, “Oh, look who’s here. And aren’t we glad, and isn’t she beautiful?” She goes on to say: “My parents always give me some compliment; it doesn’t matter what I look like or what I’ve been doing. … When I go and visit my parents, I know I am loved, I am complimented, I am made welcome, I am home.”

Monday, April 2, 2012

I am grateful for President Uchtdorf.

If you haven't listened to his message on forgiveness than you are missing out!!!  Listen here.

Friday, March 30, 2012

I am grateful for simple yummy recipes.

My friend had a baby last week, so I decided to bring her dinner.  The problem was that I looked in my fridge and the only thing I could find were some frozen chicken breasts.  So I leafed through my plethora of recipe books to find a simple chicken recipe with the least amount of ingredients.  And low and behold I found this:

Shredded BBQ Chicken  Sandwiches
1 (4 pound) bag frozen boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 (16 ounce) bottle BBQ sauce (I used Sweet Baby Ray's Barbecue Sauce)
1 cup water
2 dozen hamburger buns

Place frozen chicken breasts in crock pot.  Pour barbecue sauce and water over top and cook for 5 hours on high heat.  Before serving, shred chicken with two forks to pull it apart and mix in sauce well.  Spoon onto buns or rolls.

This meal was a hit!  It was quick, easy and fed a ton of people.  I served it with carrots and dip, potato chips, and a fruit salad made up of pineapples and strawberries.  HEAVEN!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I am grateful for Pack meetings.

A few weeks ago, we went to a long term care facility for our pack meeting.  Our goal was to cultivate within our cubs more compassion and empathy for their fellowmen, and gratitude for their abilities.  During this activity we invited our cubs to visit with and read to the younger patients, and it was humbling and beautiful to watch this service take place.  I kept wondering to myself, "Who really is receiving the service, us or them?" 

While we were there, we met a boy who was unable to move and would tremor frequently.   Despite his physical limitations, he lit the room with his brilliant smile and jolly spirit (he even broke out in singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" for us).  I observed that this boy was physically limited, but not spiritually.  He was thoughtful, extremely intelligent and wise.  At the end of our visit, he stated in a slow measured voice, "It is proven that you heal faster when you have a good attitude."  I sat there in awe!  His words were profound and sank deep within my heart, and I said a prayer thanking my Heavenly Father for allowing us to come in contact with such amazing souls. 

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I am grateful for simplicity.

We came to this earth to learn how to say three things: 

I love you

I thank you


I forgive you!

(Thank you Sis B. for teaching me this.  
I love you and miss you!)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

I am grateful for California sand.

Every time I get into my vehicle, 
I notice California sand ground deeply into my floor mats.  
This normally would bother me, but instead 
I can't help but smile and daydream of our 
recent family vacation to the golden state.
And I figure vacuuming out the suburban can wait.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

I am grateful that my son finally went to school.

My four oldest children got braces on Monday.  What was I thinking?  Everyone seemed to be okay with it, except for the youngest one.  He refused to go to school for two days.  The Orthodontist put a fancy device on him called a lip bumper, which wasn't helping.  I finally called the Orthodontist and asked for it to be removed.  Sheesh.  Parenting is harder than it looks.

Monday, March 12, 2012

I am grateful for sock monkeys.

I was inspired by this girl to make sock monkeys.  

Don't look too closely because 
I have A LOT to learn about hand sewing, but I am having fun!

My first sock gorilla/duck.  
(I accidentally bought ankle socks)

My 6 year old took this little beauty to show and tell on Friday. 
I am sure the other kids were green with envy. ;)

I made this one for my youngest son today. 
I am learning how to make straighter stitches ... EXCITING!  
I know, I am a nerd.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

I am grateful for German pancakes.

My 13 year old son came home from school and announced, "I will make dinner tonight."  

He might as well have told me that I had won a million dollars!

And to top it off, it was delicious!!!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I am grateful for compliments.

Last night I climbed into bed and discovered my little four year old, who had been sick all day, hidden under the covers.  I thought he was sleeping so I quietly moved toward him and gently kissed his forehead.  I quickly realized that his fever had returned, and it was raging.  As I laid there trying to figure out what to do to help him, I heard his weary little voice say, "Mom, you are so cute."

Ahhhh, that boy knows how to melt my heart, even when he is in a delusional state.   

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I am grateful for Valentine's Day!

A great Valentine's Day quote:

"I consider charity -- or 'the pure love of Christ' -- to be the opposite of criticism and judging.  In speaking of charity, I do not at this moment have in mind the relief of the suffering through the giving of our substance.  That, of course, is necessary and proper.  Tonight, however, I have in mind the charity that manifests itself when we are tolerant of others and lenient toward their actions, the kind of charity that forgives, the kind of charity that is patient.  

"I have in mind the charity that impels us to be sympathetic, compassionate, and merciful, not only in times of sickness and affliction and distress but also in times of weakness or error on the part of others.

"There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted.  True charity is love in action.  The need for charity is everywhere. 

"Needed is the charity which refuses to find satisfaction in hearing or in repeating the reports of misfortunes that come to others, unless by so doing, the unfortunate one may be benefited ....

"Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down.  It is resisting the impulse to become offended easily.  It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings.  It is accepting people as they truly are.  It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim throughout time.  It is resisting the impulse to categorize others....

"Life is perfect for none of us.  Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other, may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life.  May we recognize that each one is doing her best to deal with the challenges which come her way, and may we strive to do our best to help out."

President Thomas S. Monson

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I am grateful for video game free Sundays.

A couple of Sundays ago my kids made a little OWS tent village.
This Sunday, they acted out an original "Lego Ninjago" play.  They made a script, gathered props, and played music to add to the intensity of the fighting scenes.  It was delightful.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

I am grateful for Elder Holland

“I suppose it goes without saying that negative speaking so often flows from negative thinking about ourselves. We see our own faults, we speak--or at least think--critically of ourselves, and before long that is how we see everyone and everything. No sunshine, no roses, no promise of hope or happiness. Before long we and everybody around us are miserable.”
Jeffrey R. Holland, Created For Greater Things

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

I am grateful for distractions from politics.

I just can't take the bickering, the distortions, the negativity and the bloviating anymore.  But politics in America is a lot like driving by a car crash, I want to know what is happening.  I am only comforted by the fact that the Savior is the ultimate victor in this crazy world.

I love this quote by Elder Holland:

“The FUTURE of this world has long been DECLARED; 
the final outcome between GOOD and evil is already KNOWN. 
There is absolutely no question as to who WINS because 
the VICTORY has already been posted on the SCOREBOARD. 
The only really strange thing is all of this is that we are still down here on the FIELD 
trying to decide which TEAM’S JERSEY we want to wear!”

I also love this message, click here.

Friday, January 27, 2012

I am grateful for weekly discussions with my sister.

Over a year ago, my older sister and I were chatting on the phone and we were sharing our thoughts concerning inspirational programs we had listened to on  We just couldn't believe how much these programs were impacting our lives for good and we didn't want it to stop.  So we decided that it would be fun to study particular talks, lessons or programs together, and then weekly share what personal insights we had discovered and applied to our lives.

After a year of doing this, I cannot accurately express to you how much these weekly conversations with my sister have become a highlight to my week and a spiritually uplifting treasure in my life.  My sister is a remarkable person and wise beyond her years, and I love to hear her thoughts and opinions on life's difficult subjects.  I am grateful for the price she has paid to know God, and for her strong desire to be good and serve those around her.  Her faithful example in my life has been monumental, and it is my prayer that my sister and I will carry on this weekly tradition well into our aging years.

Monday, January 23, 2012

I am grateful for Simon Dewey's painting of Mary and Martha.

My little sister gave me this beautiful picture several years ago and I decided to place it in my bedroom.  It is the first picture I see in the morning and the last picture I see when I lay down at night.  On rough days I find myself staring at it endlessly.  I absolutely love how it reminds me of my true mission and how I must not lose focus.

Monday, January 9, 2012

I am grateful for Sister Julie B. Beck.

Sister Beck is a master teacher, and I have learned so much from listening to her Q&A sessions on

If you are struggling with a trial, click here.

If you are wondering how the Relief Society and Priesthood fit together, click here.

If you want to know how to receive personal revelation, click here.

If you desire to deepen your temple attendance, click here.

If you are frantic with family life and want more peace, click here.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I am grateful for no cavities.

After 4 root canals, I am happy to stay far, far away from the dentist chair.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I am grateful for inspired books.

I was sitting alone in my parent's bedroom when I learned that my high school friend had died, and I instantly melted into a puddle of tears.  I was red and puffy eyed within minutes.  I kept on trying to gain control of my emotions because I knew eventually I would have to leave the room.  So, I said a prayer asking the Lord for comfort and control.  After the prayer, I looked around the room and my eyes gravitated to a small book on my mother's book shelf.  It was hardly noticeable, hidden under a stack of several books, but I knew I was supposed to pick it up and read it.  So, that is what I did.  After reading a few pages my entire soul was filled with peace, happiness and joy, and I was able to wipe the tears away and walk confidently out of the room because I knew my friend would want it no other way.

You may be asking what was the name of this miraculous book?  The answer is:

"How To Be Miserable" 
by John Bytheway  

Sunday, January 1, 2012

I am grateful for New Year's Resolutions.

"This year I desire to be more loving, patient, kind, a better mother, a good teacher. This is my desire, to have more sunshine in my heart, to make my family happy, to be a good Temple worker, to please my Heavenly Father and to have his love in my heart, to have a stronger testimony of the Gospel, to study and learn as I should. To be forgiven of my sins, to go forward and do all I can with the Lord's work, to think kindly of everyone and forget my selfish self, to love everyone, then some day be good enough to meet my Father in Heaven."

Written by my Great Grandma (Jan 31, 1896 - Sept 10. 1967).