Just One Question

Do you think that maybe, just maybe, I get a little bit carried away

with my love for family history????

Here's my pinewood derby for our upcoming ward activity.

Wish me well!!

My Damaged Self Esteem

This morning I had to take Evan into the see the orthotist to get new AFO's (short leg braces) made. He broke one of them rolling over it with his power wheelchair. Anyway, we are driving along listening to the wonderful CD that Rachel made for me for Christmas. It has songs on it that our family members told her remind them of me. We are listening to Jamie O'Neal's "Somebody's Hero" and Evan asks, "Why does this song remind somebody of you???" OUCH!!! Thanks very much Evan.

So, we have a little discussion about what makes someone a hero. Dr. Rinsky is Evan's hero, because he performed his spinal fusion and thus no more horrible back brace to wear. I hold Dr. Rinsky in high esteem, so I think that is a pretty good choice.

But, I can't leave well enough alone. Then I ask Evan if he could at least look up to me a little bit. He replies "UMMMMM" Then after a very long silence, he says. "I thought I was suppose to look up to Jesus Christ." Well, yes, "that's true", I say. Not, that I can even compete with that!!

So, anyway, the bottom line is, that to Evan I'm just the lady that "drives him nuts telling him to problem solve". It's so nice to be loved and appreciated!!

God's Hands

Let me be blunt.
Working graveyard shift stinks!!
Working twelve hour graveyard shift stinks even more.
Working a six day week, twelve hour graveyard shift stinks even more than that!

All you have time for is eating, sleeping, and working. It's hard to sleep during the day. (I know I worked graveyard in my nursing days anciently).Our bodies are designed to be awake when it's light and sleep when it's dark. It can just confuse the living daylights out of a body to have to try to sleep when the sun shines. That can make a body very grouchy and irritable!!

Mike has completed four weeks of a ten week or so, six day a week, twelve hour graveyard duty. I can see God's hand in his life, helping him to sleep, helping him to drive safe to and from work, helping him to not let the stresses of work turn him into an irritable and grouchy husband and father. I am so grateful for that blessing.

Consider Your Self Lucky??

The following crazy and fun idea comes from my friend and fellow missionary Sister Lee!! (Ha Ha, I know that's NOT your real name!!! Just an inside joke, people!!) Missionaries can have fun too!!





So, the first five (5) people that respond to this particular post will get something made by good'ol me! (My choice.) Sound too good to be true? Well, it depends on how you look at it.

Details:

1- Not 100% satisfaction guaranteed. You might not like what I make especially for you.

2- It will be especially for you.

3- It will be completed within one year.

4- You will have no clue what it will be. (Story, poetry, some other grand invention. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!)

5- It might be weird.

The Catch? (Of course there is a catch, silly!) Do what I did. Re-post this little giveaway for your friends and family on your blog with the same unbelievable lucky first five offer. Then, "comment" and let me know that you did it. Within one year you will get a fun little something made just for you--by me!

I found a wonderful new resource.
It's Mormon Messages the official YouTube channel of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
I love how The Church uses technology to promote goodness and light!!
Anyway, check it out!!

The Ripple

Thirty One years ago today, a ripple was made.
A husband and a wife were baptized members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
How many people does that ripple affect??
Well, let's see our immediate family grew to eight.
That number now has over doubled,
with sons and daughter in laws and wonderful grandchildren who have joined our ever growing family.
Two sons served missions and were able to see lives converted and changed. Friends have been touched and influenced.
Ancestors have been offered blessings of the gospel through temple ordinances.
The RIPPLE goes on and on.
Isn't it just AMAZING!!!!

God's Hands

Sometimes we are God's Hands on earth. That hit home to me yesterday. It was our Ward Conference. (Once a year in every congregation of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day they have a special conference Sunday, and our local leaders speak to us and offer training). As part of the conference we raised our hands to sustain our Prophet and other General Authories and our local leadership. Our raised hands signify that we will help and support our leaders. Each will do all they can do see the work of the Lord moves forward within our little group of Heavenly Father's children.

Someone said that, the Lord works in mysterious ways. One of those ways is that he works through us as mortals to bring about His perfect work. It's very humbling to be God's Hands.