We had such a great time with our cousins visiting last week. We sent them off with a bite of chocolate cake–a recipe my brother-in-law particularly loves. Sarah was the one who made this recipe for chocolate cake first, so we named it after her. It’s …
Month: June 2014
I was running the other morning and turned down a street when suddenly I was bathed in the most wonderful smell. I stopped to take a photo of the tree from whence came this fragrance, because I had smelled/seen the tree previously and wanted to …
Anna has finished the Betsy-Tacy series and has discovered another series she loves, this time from my childhood: Encyclopedia Brown. I LOVED these books when I was about her age and still have a couple paperback volumes in our home library.
What I loved about reading the adventures of this kid detective was that you get to try to figure out the case yourself (once Encyclopedia does) before turning to a page in the back of the book that tells how he solved the case! Anna loves this, too.
A great read for summer sleuths…
I’ve heard a few things said around here that have made me chuckle.
One of my favorite things about children (older and younger) is hearing them say words that they haven’t read before and saying them a new way that I haven’t heard before. Tonight one of my children, upon reading a little plaque on the wall, said to me, “If you need me, I’ll be on my pedestal.” But she said it with the accent on the middle syllable: “puh-DES-tal.” (Think “pedestrian.”)
I’ve mentioned before that sometimes I don’t sleep so well at night. In trying to remedy this, I’ve tried a lot of different things, like darkening the room, having just the right temperature (not too many blankets, but heavy enough blankets), a drink of water, essential oils dripped on my pillow case, and on and on. Lane is an awesome supporter of all these “interventions,” but we both had a good laugh when we were on our trip and I had retired to bed first, and then asked for chapstick…a drink of water…the air conditioning on…, and he said, “The princess and the pea has nothin’ on you!”
Sarah has been working instead of going to school this summer. When asked about her job, she replied, “Good, with long stretches of boring.”
Lane noticed a hole in the wall and asked who put it there. Pete replied, “[It was] probably from when we were younger.” Lane retorted, “Like a month ago?” (I always love it when a child says when they were younger…)
Some time ago, I shared a moment with a friend who asked me why it is so hard to choose the right sometimes. I answered that if it weren’t hard, we wouldn’t have very much compassion for anyone else who is struggling. I remembered and shared a part from this talk, perhaps my favorite talk about the nature of our Heavenly Father.
When I first heard this talk, I couldn’t help but weep to hear this description:
“I bear personal witness this day of a personal, living God, who knows our names, hears and answers prayers, and cherishes us eternally as children of His spirit. I testify that amidst the wondrously complex tasks inherent in the universe, He seeks our individual happiness and safety above all other godly concerns. We are created in His very image and likeness, 16and Jesus of Nazareth, His Only Begotten Son in the flesh, came to earth as the perfect mortal manifestation of His grandeur. In addition to the witness of the ancients we also have the modern miracle of Palmyra, the appearance of God the Father and His Beloved Son, the Savior of the world, to the boy prophet Joseph Smith. I testify of that appearance, and in the words of that prophet I, too, declare: “Our heavenly Father is more liberal in His views, and boundless in His mercies and blessings, than we are ready to believe or receive. … God does not look on sin with [the least degree of] allowance, but … the nearer we get to our heavenly Father, the more we are disposed to look with compassion on perishing souls; we feel that we want to take them upon our shoulders, and cast their sins behind our backs.” 17
“I bear witness of a God who has such shoulders.”
I, too, know that Heavenly Father loves us, that He knows us individually as His children, that He yearns to help us feel his love and to help us become stronger, happier, wiser, kinder, smarter, more capable, and more fulfilled. I know that He is always available to listen to us as long as we need and want to talk, and that He always sees the good in us. He is always ready to lift us and hold our hand while we travel our path in life.
Sometimes we might think of God being mad at us for creating problems, but I learned a powerful lesson about Heavenly Father when I was a young mother. Lane was giving a priesthood blessing to one of our daughters at the advent a new school year. This young child was very busy, very active, going/doing/creating at a rate faster than I could ever keep up. I felt challenged by the resulting messes or circumstances and felt frequently frustrated by her innocent behavior. In this blessing, Lane said to her, calling her by name, “Heavenly Father is never mad at you.”
I felt at once humbled, instructed, and inspired. I knew two things in that moment: that Heavenly Father wanted me to better comprehend the patience He has with each of his children, and that He could help me improve.
That experience has remained in my mind as I have interacted with my children over the years. I wish I could say that I changed instantaneously and have ever been perfectly patient with my children. Nope. I have learned that change can come slowly as we keep trying to be better. And that when we try and fail, He is still there ready with hands outstretched to encourage us to get up and try again.
On this Father’s Day, I can’t help but thank my husband for helping me to learn more about the nature of God than perhaps anyone else in my life. Lane never gets mad at me. He never complains about what I do or don’t do as a wife or mother. He praises me, encourages me, believes in me, supports me, loves me, and treats me like a daughter of God.
I literally pray for my daughters to marry men like him and for my sons to be husbands like him.
I’m grateful, as well, for my father, who has loved me from my birth, who helped me to pray and took me to church and baptized me, who cheered for me at softball and soccer games, who provided so many opportunities for me, who has shared his love of reading aloud to children, beautiful music, supporting the arts, foreign languages, good food, hard work, laughter, and who has encouraged me in all of my educational and vocational pursuits. And he loves and encourages my children–his grandchildren, as well. He is so proud of them and tells them so. I am SO grateful for those gifts!
I’m grateful for my step-father, who has also loved me since my mom married him, who gave me the chance to raise a lamb, who provided so many opportunities for me, who gave me so many priesthood blessings and encouraged me in gospel living, who shared his love of books, outdoors, family, fun, missionary work, hard work, good food, and more than anything else, who loved my mother with such a great love that I knew what to look for in a future husband. I feel his help in my life even now that he has moved from this life beyond the veil. It has been a comfort to me since his passing.
What a great day to be grateful for Heavenly Father and the fathers in our lives who have blessed us so much.
Happy Father’s Day,