Month: April 2015

All 3 episodes

All 3 episodes

Today I was home with the stomach flu, or something of that variety. I spent the day in bed, finishing God’s Singers (loved it), When You Reach Me (not so much), and starting an adventure/romance, Failsafe. After the first chapter of Failsafe, I took a long nap. Then I was ready 

Hope is the thing with feathers: memorizing in the moment

Hope is the thing with feathers: memorizing in the moment

As we were driving home from Peter’s cello lesson, Anna started reciting the poem that she is supposed to learn for school this month. Peter started reciting it after her, one phrase at a time. She taught the first stanza to him one phrase at 

Danny’s baptism (Elder Livi update)

Danny’s baptism (Elder Livi update)

Danny's baptism P1050758 P1050759Nate was so happy to report that the young man they had been teaching, Danny, decided to be baptized! Another young man in the branch (ward? I have forgotten which) baptized him, and another missionary confirmed him.  “It was super cool…Now Danny is a baptized and confirmed member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.” Danny went teaching with the missionaries this week and even taught a part about living with Heavenly Father in our premortal existence.

He also shared about teaching another investigator, Elmer. He shared 2 Nephi 31:14 with Elmer:

But, behold, my beloved brethren, thus came the voice of the Son unto me, saying: After ye have repented of your sins, and witnessed unto the Father that ye are willing to keep my commandments, by the baptism of water, and have received the baptism of fire and of the Holy Ghost, and can speak with a new tongue, yea, even with the tongue of angels, and after this should deny me, it would have been better for you that ye had not known me.

They discussed the word “willing,” and Elmer said he is willing and has been repenting but unsure about getting baptized yet. They continued discussing the verse, and they invited to be baptized on May 16. There was a long silence. Finally Elmer answered, “I used to live in [a little mining town]. I went to the [LDS] church with my dad when I was a kid. They were always talking to me about going on a mission and getting baptized…, but then we moved away from the mine, and I never went back to church. My dad’s dead, but May 16 is his birthday, and I know that he would be proud.” So he said, “Yes, I will do it. I’m willing.” He thanked the missionaries for coming. The challenge now is that he will go back to work in the mine for a week (they work one week on and one week off).
He has the same cold as he did last week, but he sounds wonderfully positive, energized, and happy.
In last week’s recordings, he talked about buying empanadas at a little bakery (” ’cause I’m always hungry”) close to where they meet for district meetings. He also shared some funny stuff about taking taxis, since most people do not drive cars, but rather take taxis. They typically ride in a “collective” taxi, which costs about 80¢ per person. There are four seats, and you get in and wait until all the seats are filled before the taxi leaves. He said that the taxi drivers are constantly honking: honking if they see someone they know, honking if they think you want a ride, honking if you say you don’t want a ride and their mad about it, honking if they are going over a speed bump, etc. Pretty hilarious!
He also told us to google the type of music he hears all the time when they are outside: hauyno. Here is a sample I found:

Mr. Lemoncello’s Library warning and our April/May family book club

Mr. Lemoncello’s Library warning and our April/May family book club

Anna and I have been reading Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library. I just wanted to mention that while it seems the plot has caught our attention, we have both been dismayed by the “junk words” that we’ve already omitted or subbed in a few alternate words while 

The Multiplier and God’s Singer

The Multiplier and God’s Singer

I read an interesting article in BYU Magazine just now (Maren McInnes, “The Multiplier,” Winter 2015, 7), which spotlighted executive coach Liz Wiseman, author of Multipliers and Rookie Smarts, bestselling business books. “While she was working as an executive at tech firm Oracle, Wiseman started to notice how some leaders 

On beauty

On beauty

Jamaica flower 1Lovely quote today, especially the part about sharing it with a child:

“Has the Lord supplied mankind with beauty? Anyone who doubts it need only to open his eyes to the sunrise and the sunset and his ears to the sound of rain and wind, to marvel at the colors of the flowers and the rainbow, to perceive the variety in the scenery of the desert and the forest, the fields of grain, the mountains, rivers, and oceans. At this time of year we are beginning to thrill with the new life of springtime, and as we loose ourselves in the teeming life about us, we become part of it.

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“All the earth, with no sterility in it, gladdens the heart. In our concern as our brother’s keeper, we can help one another understand the gift of beauty which is ours. Let us take the time to see and to feel and to enjoy all that God has created for us. Margaret L. White brings this responsibility to our minds as we follow her words:

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‘I took little child’s hand to lead him to the Father. My heart was full of gratitude for the glad privilege. We walked slowly. suited my steps to the short steps of the child. We spoke of the things the child noticed. Sometimes we picked the Father’s flowers and stroked their soft petals and loved their bright colors. Sometimes it was one of the Father’s birds. We watched it build its nest. We saw the eggs that were laid. We wondered, elated at the care it gave its young. Often we told stories of the Father. told them to the child, and the child told them again to me. We told them, the child and I, over and over again. Sometimes we stopped to rest, leaning against one of the Father’s trees, and letting his cool air cool our brows, and never speaking. And then, in the twilight, we met the Father. The child’s eyes shone. He looked lovingly, trustingly, eagerly up to the Father’s face. He put his hand into the Father’s hand. was for the moment forgotten. was content.’ (Lucy Gertsch, comp., Minute Masterpieces [Bookcraft, 1953], p. 99.)” 

(From “My Brother’s Keeper” by John H. Vandenberg)

I have enjoyed sharing the beauties of the earth with my children, on nature walks, while gardening, or by placing a vase of fresh cut flowers on the table for dinner. And I have loved the flowers my children have shared with me–even if they were the tulips from my garden that they picked on their way in the door!

Because she is a mother

Because she is a mother

I was reading in the Book of Mormon one morning this week and read about how Nephi watered his pillow with tears, praying over his people, and how he knows that “the Lord will consecrate [his] prayers for the gain of [his] people. And the 

What IS that smell?

What IS that smell?

One of our upstairs toilets overflowed the other day. In a big way. The toilets in this home have given us lots of experience, shall we say?, ever since we moved in. Simply life. The overflow went into the carpet on the floor adjoining the 

Clear the calendar! It’s snow angel time!

Clear the calendar! It’s snow angel time!

snow angelsThis week I got to play with my friend’s 5 year old and 18-month old as my friend is recovering from her recent C-section. (I had a C-section once upon a time, and so I was so happy to get to help her!) After the warm spring 70’s weather, we had a blustery day which blew in a big snowstorm. The plump flakes fell thickly the morning of my visit, and the lawn was already covered with several inches of famous Utah powder.

“Let’s build an igloo!” the 5 year old chirped. Of course! My morning was free to spend as they dictated. We bundled up and stepped out into the white. 15 minutes into our igloo building, my little friend walked over to a fresh canvas of snow and fell down backwards, to make a snow angel. I realized I had not yet–after the entire winter–made a single snow angel.

And so I walked over and followed his lead.

Such fun!

Why, I wondered, as a young mother, did I not join my children outside to make snow angels more? I would have had so much more fun!

I imagine that’s part of the gift of being grandparents someday: to appreciate and enjoy children (perhaps) even more than we did as parents.

You are never too young to learn, never too old to change.” Hand me the snow gloves!

Such lovely words

Such lovely words

Last night I finally finished reading Gay-Neck: The Story of a Pigeon to Anna. What an adventure! We felt as if we had watched this young man and his bird climb the Himalayas, hike through jungle, survive wild animal attacks, sleep in trees, help save the