Thursday, March 31, 2011
“When someone has an ailment or an illness and they are healed as the result of a blessing, their faith is being strengthened. But for those who aren’t healed but continue faithful, their faith is being perfected. The first is a faith-promoting experience. The second is faith-perfecting.”
Read entire article HERE.
For me this was a light bulb moment. I had never thought of faith in this way. .. As I have come to terms with the heartache of losing one parent to mental illness and watching another in its grasp...There has always been the question of why? I don't know that that answer will every come. But the thought of a Faith-Perfecting experience provides me great comfort. My experiences have solidified my faith and left me with a sure knowledge that we have a Heavenly Father that loves us and that we never walk through our trials alone.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Why on earth are you wearing pyjamas Dallyn??
I wore them under my snow gear. (Dallyn was cross country skiing with all the Grade 5's today)
So it has yet to be determined whether Dallyn chose to wear pyjamas or forgot to put on REAL pants....
Oh no another parent of the year moment...I wonder what his teachers thought. What kind of mother would let their child wear pyjamas to school. Let is the operative word. I did see him before he left, all decked out in his snow gear, made sure he had mitts and a toque. But never thought to check what was underneath.....
None of us could contain our laughter by this point...Sure, we were laughing with you Dallyn ;)
Let's hope Dallyn won't do this again...At least next week I'll know to check undernearth.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Their first years with the addition of Dallyn, were a blur. Like I tell them the 90's are pretty fuzzy :) Please don't ask me what their first words were or when the cut their first tooth, no idea (I know bad mom).
I remember wishing, for the time when they were older, it seemed so far away. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, that time has arrived....
I have learned much from my girls...
Video from YW Broadcast....
Name withheld "Lesson from a Milk Jug", Ensign, July 2008, 48–49
Life was starting to look better. Although the last few months had involved severe illness for our newborn baby, a bout with postpartum depression for me, and a sudden layoff for my husband, it seemed that our family was going to make it through the wave of trials we had encountered. But that soon changed when I returned home from helping an ill sister in our ward to find my husband engrossed in filth on the Internet.
I had returned earlier than he had expected, and he was caught off guard. I learned that this had been going on for years and that it had been accompanied by other serious sins. I was devastated. The man I had kept myself clean and pure for all of my life had not done the same for me. My heart was broken. I was empty. I was hurt. I was angry.
When my husband went to the bishop and the stake president to begin the repentance process, I was embarrassed. And then I became numb.
As a matter of routine, I continued to read scriptures with my children and by myself. I continued to have family prayer and family home evening and to say my personal prayers. But they were nothing more than habitual. There was nothing left inside me. After a while, I became tired of being numb. I wanted to feel again. I wanted to be strong for my children. I wanted to love my husband. I wanted to forgive. I just didn’t know how.
All the Relief Society and Sunday School lessons on forgiveness had not prepared me for this pain, and I didn’t know how to overcome it. But I was determined that I would. Time went by, and despite my desire to forgive, I was still bitter. Then the simplest thing happened.
I was unloading the car after a trip to the grocery store, and our three-year-old daughter was helping. She was carrying in loaves of bread and cartons of eggs and was doing just fine. Then she decided that she was going to carry in a gallon of milk. After some struggle, she pulled it out of the car, and it landed with a thud on the driveway. She gripped the handle with both hands and heaved it. It barely budged. I offered to help, and she snapped at me: “No! I do it myself!” She strained and grunted but made no progress in lifting the milk. After several minutes she looked up at me with tears welling in her eyes and said, “Too heavy. Can’t do it.”
As I looked at my sweet, stubborn little girl, I saw in an instant what Heavenly Father must see in me—a well-meaning but stubborn child who wouldn’t accept His help. A scripture I had learned in seminary came to my mind:
“Behold, ye are little children and ye cannot bear all things now; ye must grow in grace and in the knowledge of the truth. “Fear not, little children, for you are mine, and I have overcome the world, and you are of them that my Father hath given me; “And none of them that my Father hath given me shall be lost” (D&C 50:40–42).
The significance of this is obvious, but the lesson became even more profound when my daughter’s eyes brightened and she said, “Mommy, you carry me; then I carry milk.” I scooped my little messenger up in my arms. I carried her, and leaning the jug against my arm, she carried the milk. In tears, I deposited my precious cargo inside.
Later, on my knees, I admitted to the Lord that my “jug of milk” was too heavy and that I had been proud in trying to carry it on my own. I asked forgiveness for my anger, my stubbornness, and my pride. I begged the Lord to carry me. I knew I was the one who needed to forgive, but the burden was too painful and too heavy. If the Lord would carry me, though, I could do what I needed to do. I begged Him to lift me, and He did. He helped me not only carry my burden but also cast it away. Our trials have not all ended, but with Heavenly Father’s help, we will make it.
Friday, March 25, 2011
It looks like a slumber party gone a rye around here. Every couch has a passed out rug rat on it and they have gone through their body weight in Ginger Ale and Gatorade.
When nobody feels like eating....My kitchen is spotless
With two out of five who can only whisper....Screaming and yelling is almost non existent.
This too shall pass...I hope, quickly.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
We were back on the bus at 7:15 am and back to the chapel for a hot pancake breakfast and devotional....
Back on the bus for a half hour drive out to Saltery Bay. Our hikes starting point.....
I was the recipient of selfless service that day...No one judge me or made me feel lesser for struggling to meet my goal. They just helped, encouraged and saw me to the end. I guess we all need that sometimes.
It's always a privilege to spend time with my girls, our youth and my dear friends.
What a great day and yes I do feel it, but for some reason I'm okay with it :)
We dropped everyone off, ran home so I could change out of my sweaty, muddy clothes and ran over to the clinic. For the first time ever there was no one waiting so we went right in to a room. My heart was racing as every possibility went through my brain. The doctor was in the room in less than three minutes.
We had never seen Dr S before. He looked at Grant's chart, then acknowledge that we must be quite worried by being called in like that. He asked for a minute to review the chart, after a few hums and ahs he said."Oh, Its just a bladder infection"
Instant relief. A bladder infection we can deal with. I instantly saw the colour return to my Superman's face and for the first time realized just how worried he was.
An instant reality check. For that half hour nothing else in the world mattered beyond my Superman. All our trivial troubles had vanished, I hadn't even notices my aching bleeding toes from that day's hike from H-E double hockey sticks. Sad that it takes a slight scare for me to be reminded of what truly matters in life. So Glad you're going to be ok honey :)
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
We drove a bunch of kids home from the Bishops Youth Fireside tonight. In the process of making the rounds we picked Dallyn up from his friends house. From the moment that kid got in the "loser cruiser" he never shut his trap.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
It never fails...Why do the worst behaved children always show up at the same time we do??? You know the kind... the mom thinks their offspring's antics are cute and entertaining....everybody else thinks the annoying and obnoxious....I would like to thank "Cale" for reaffirming my decision to quit procreating. :)
By the time Grant was seen I was ready for a psychiatrist not just a physician....I guess Grant has more going on than just a Man Cold...Looks like it might be kidney trouble again :( More tests on Monday...lets hope its an easy, quick, remedy.
Note to self : never google medical symptoms....out of 50 possibilities I always assume the worst case scenario...a trait I inherited from my mother :)
Friday, March 18, 2011
I am of the philosophy of "the cheaper the better " you would be to if you went through the amount of TP we do. Grant on the other hand wants the creme de la creme TP, I think he'd order it from France if he could ;)....
This discrepancy has caused some pretty heated discussions in the paper products aisle, at our local Wally World. (Have you ever contemplated running over your spouse with a shopping cart?, I know bad wife) I usually win out and load the cart with the cheap stuff. But Grant does have a secret stash in our bathroom. That nobody dares touch. He always brings home a pack of the kooshie stuff when he's fears he might run out. I'm pretty sure the TP debate will rage on 'til the end of time or at least 'til the rug rats move out :)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
This clip discribes the Kramer house to a T......
I LOVE the Man-Cold. I told my Superman that if he asks me to sing "Soft Kitty", on more time I'm outta here. Feel better soon sweetie :)
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
" My dear sisters, do not pray for tasks equal to your abilities, but pray for abilities equal to your tasks. Then the performance of your tasks will be no miracle, but you will be the miracle."
One the menu...
Last night as I was desperately trying to drift off to sleep, I heard it. Barely above the sound of Grant snoring, the hum of the house and the occasional car passing.....Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit....Is that what I think it is? The frogs. They're back! That can only mean on thing....IT'S SPRING!
I said a silent prayer of gratitude and drifted off to never-never land. I love Spring.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
In the last couple of years I have come to love conference. Its gone from something I merely sat through to something I just can't miss.
Its a weekend I come away from with a renewed since of purpose, a hope in the future, and a feeling that I am needed, valued and loved. Making the six hours in the car and the four hours of sitting worth every single second.
Here are the points that stuck out for me:
Nope, Conference isn't just for old people anymore...its for me.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I added a little orange zest and juice (yes how Martha of me) yummmm.
Okay so they cracked...I was in a hurry and took them out of the pan will still hot, nothing a little frosting can't fix.
While I was finishing the Cake.... 3 fire trucks went racing up the street.....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
to our WILD CHILD
I sent off an email to our Young Men's President this morning....taking the YM up on their offer to help out at our RS Birthday Dinner...
Hi Bro. S,
I was hoping to take you & a few YM up on your offer to help with serving and clean up at the Rs Birthday Dinner.
We need you there Wednesday March 16 @ 5:30 pm until 8 pm or so...Let me know if this will work for you guys.
Thanks so much
He is Bro. S reply....
This will not be a problem at all, would love to help. Just what to let you know that giving service for free is way over rated , so the YM and myself are going to change that policy. We will be charging $10/hr per person ( this is a very cheap rate,so count yourself lucky ) We will have 3 YM their and myself , so the approx bill will be as following
4 workers @10/hr approx 3.5 hrs------ $140
traveling time Min. 1hr--------------------- $ 50
supper suppled------------------------------------ n/c
Amount owning $206.8
To be payed in cash only and to be payed by March 14 . Please note that it must be payed by 12 noon on the date indicated ,or find an other origination that you can suck in to clean-up .
PS. If you keep us past 8:00 Our over rate will kick in at $25/hr per person at a min charge of 1hr.
You are a very lucky RS to have the YM in the same ward because if we were not in the same ward or in the same church,our hrly rate would be 25/hr per person. You have saved $160 for this event alone .
PSS: please watch the dead line to pay (March 14 , I would hate to see the RS to miss out on that big saving )
YM for money
I am still laughing...... and looking for Canadian Tire money, anybody want to donate ;)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
A daughter, who shall remain nameless, was now in the middle of full on melt down. Reason, her skirt wasn't "working". Now locked in her bedroom, refusing to go to Church, I am trying to "calmly" explain that a fashion emergency was not a justifiable reason to skip Church.
Dallyn is being Dallyn, and I finally noticed that he's sitting on the speaker, nearly knocking over the TV, As I tell him to get down, one of his mothers, I mean sisters chimes in. I say he only needs one mother and I'm sitting right here. But loving sister won't leave it alone, and then mentions that if I parented, she wouldn't have to...have I ever mentioned that teenagers are obnoxious....
Some how we all made it to Church...after my leadership meeting one kid had "disappeared" with a friend..."missing kid" walks in just as the meeting is starting. I give her the "you're in hot water" glare. Just as the announcements start I realize Dallyn is playing with a toy. As I try to confiscate it, it falls and breaks...Dallyn is now crying.....I give Grant the "these are YOUR children" glare. The opening hymn starts....
At least it wasn't "Love At Home", now that would have been funny....
Taking kids of any age to church every Sunday, can be a daunting task, but why do I do it?
More than a decade a go we were living in Raymond, the rug rats were all under seven and my Superman because of injury and heartache was taking the "home study" version of Church ;)...I had taken all five kids to Stake Conference mostly because President Henry B Erying was visiting....
Elder Eyring shared the following experience about growing up in a small branch in New Jersey....
There was no building, no gym, no stake center, and so we traveled to a hotel ballroom for what must have been a district conference. I was sitting on a folding chair somewhere near the back, next to my mother. I must have been very young because I can remember putting my legs through the back of the chair and sitting aft instead of forward. But then I remember hearing something—a man’s voice from the pulpit. I turned around and looked. I still remember that the speaker was at a rostrum set on wooden risers. There was a tall window behind him. He was the priesthood visitor. I don’t know who he was, but he was tall and bald, and he seemed very old to me.
He must have been talking about the Savior or the Prophet Joseph, or both, because that was all that I remember much of hearing in those days. But as he spoke, I knew that what he said came from God and that it was true, and it burned in my heart. That was before scholars told me how hard it was to know. I just knew of certainty—I knew it was true.
As I listened to Elder Eyring's words I looked down the bleachers (and you thought metal chairs were bad) at my small children and came to this realization. It didn't matter that they were too young to understand what was being said, they were not too young to feel the spirit and that was what really mattered.
So even now when they are old enough to understand what is being said, it is the spirit that they can feel that is most important, and that is why we take them to Church, even on the days when I want to wring their necks:)
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Here are the links to the two articles that I am using for my lesson, both are great reads
Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Sunday Will Come", Ensign, Nov. 2006, 28–30
Jeffrey R. Holland, "Lessons from Liberty Jail", Ensign, Sept. 2009, 26–33
I ran to the dollar store next door to kill time.... When it was taking longer than usually I went back to see what was up...
I instantly realized the problem, Grant got the hairdresser that talks with his hands. As I watched I couldn't even kind of keep a straight face. Each time the guy had something to say to Grant he stopped trimming and was waving the scissors and comb around like he was warding off an attack.
When Grant finally stood up I just lost it... Hand talker guy had cut Grant's hair way too short on top, Grant looked just like a hedgehog, seriously. He quickly paid and left. While I was doing a terrible trying to contain my snickering.
We got in the car and drove across the parking lot to Winner's, Grant ran in side and bought the first hat he could find....
So the cheap hair cut was now expensive....Don't worry honey you won't look like Mr. Hedgehog and I promise to stop laughing eventually :)
Friday, March 4, 2011
This week I totally pulled the "I pay for piano lessons, don't I" card, and yes, I'm making Holly play a piano solo against her will at the RS birthday dinner. Have I ever mentioned that free agency doesn't kick in around here 'til your 18. She's not too happy about it, but she'll thank me someday, right??
She's playing the Kramer theme song "Love at Home" ;)...fitting isn't it.
"There is beauty all around, when no body's home...." Sorry I couldn't resist.
here's the link to the piece, Holly will play.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
HOUSEPLANTS....No mater how pretty they are when they enter our door. The are doomed,I am know as the plant slayer. Its the water thing again ;)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011