Monday, August 8, 2016

Wow, it's been a while since I've been on here.  Like back in the day before you could post from your phone!  Trying to get back on top of the family blogging a bit just to have a family journal.  We'll see how it goes.
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Quick update. .. We had another baby!  She's pretty cute. The kids are getting huge.  Kailye is in Jr high and playing lacrosse. Keija is in 3rd grade and loves all things horses and gymnastics.  Gabe is in 2nd grade and loves to climb and hike.  Luke is in kindergarten and loves all creatures, especially the creepy crawling kind.   And then there's miss Veda, she is 18 months and freaking adorable.  

Sunday, April 6, 2014

An unexpected feeling.

Today Michael, Kailye, and I had the opportunity to attend the morning session of conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  It is the first time any of us have been able to attend.  I love to hear the words from the Lord through his servants.  I love talking with Kk about her feelings about it and to hear her perspective and how different the things are that we each take from the messages.  The Lord truly knows us all and knows what we need to hear.

During conference the Mormon Tabernacle Choir performs much of the music.  I love to hear the messages that music brings to my heart, but today was something different.  Today as they sang the songs my heart ached to sing along. Not just in a way that I felt out of habit that I should be singing the words of the hymns but my heart physically ached to let the spirit flow through my voice.

This past fall my husband's Aunt Valerie passed away and during the few precious days we had to be around her and tell her our feelings of the things she had done for us, many shared their memories and testimonies.  I talked Michael after and told him that I'm not very good at sharing my testimony.  He interrupted me and said something to me I'll never forget and hold dear to my heart. "Yes, you are! When you sing people can feel the spirit and know your testimony. Your testimony comes through your voice."

I have taken every opportunity I have had to sing since then.  I know that my talents are a gift from God and that if I chose not to share them I may lose them.  But also, I know that if I do not sing I physically ache to express what I know to be true.  I know I am a daughter of God. I know Christ lives and that I have a purpose here I this life.  I know that part of that purpose is to share my testimony through my voice.  

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Not your typical Sunday.

We headed to church this afternoon just like every other Sunday but with a bit of a twist.  Keija has had a problem with one of her teeth for a few months and this weekend it got much worse.  When the side of her cheek looked like she had been hit by a baseball we asked a family friend, who's a dentist, his opinion. He refereed us to an oral surgeon and told us to call today. After talking to the surgeon he told us to head straight to the emergency room. All of this conversation went on after I sent Michael into church with the kids. So I went inside and told him the surgeon said to head to the ER and he'd meet us there.  Our poor little lady was in so much pain but she was a trooper. She is a sweet spirit and was so brave today. We are glad she is on the mend and we are SO grateful for a friend who was willing to help us out.
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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Quick Getaway

Last weekend we took off to the desert.  My sister-in-law said it best, my soul needed it.  We decided against the camp site and tent version and hit up a hotel with an indoor pool.  It was exactly what our family needed. 
A completely 100% family weekend. 
No distractions, no friends, no cousins, nothing.  
Our kids laughed and played and grew stronger friendships. 
We played and learned more about each other. 
We hiked and climbed and played in the sand.  
We conquered fears-TOGETHER. 

We got to teach our kids to use a slingshot and in the 36 hours we were there we even counted 27 state licence plates. (and one from Canada)
We got to take our kids to Church in the red rock hills of Moab.
We got to watch our beautiful Desert Babies run and run.

Michael and I got to discover Arches National Park again through the eyes of our toddlers who had never been there.  We got to feel the excitement and joy at seeing God's creations for the first time.

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It was perfect.

Friday, March 28, 2014

A Perfect Reminder

Tonight was one of those nights where you feel no matter what you say or do your children are just out of control.  We took the kids out to eat tonight and then took a drive for a few minutes to see if we could calm them down a bit. After a while I was more able to enjoy their over abundance of personality. I love hearing my children laughing and playing together and making relationships that will grow and last for eternity.

After we said family prayer tonight and I was putting the girls to bed my sweet little Keija said, "mommy, I want to hear the Jesus stories."  Keija suffers from horribly vivid nightmares.  She has since she was very young. One of her first words was the word bushers when she was around 18 months old.  We asked her over and over what a busher was and she could never explain it to us.  This past month she was finally able to explain the monster from her nightmares that was a busher.  To combat these horrible dreams her older sister came up with a beautiful idea.  Anytime Keija feels like she is going to have nightmares Kk will read to her from the Book of Mormon.  Tonight as I laid her down to sleep and she asked me so sweetly to tell her the Jesus stories, how could I refuse.  We opened the Gospel library app on my phone and found the Friend magazine for the month of April.  We read nearly the entire thing before she finally turned to me with a sleep face and said "I can't keep my eyes open anymore mamma."  I told her she could close them and go to sleep and she said "but I don't want to miss anything." After she finally drifted to sleep I was about to stop reading when my 10 year old Kk said, "Don't stop reading, I'm not asleep yet."

After Kk fell asleep I opened the Ensign for this month and read the first presidency message.  It was all about anchoring yourself to the Gospel but a part of it stood out very strongly in my mind..."Adversity can come as a great storm to blow us off course and threaten to cast us against the rocks.  But sometimes we are also in danger when everything appears to be safe-the winds soft and the waters smooth.  In fact, we can be in the greatest danger when we are drifting and movement is so slight that we scarcely notice it."-Pres. Dieter F. Uchtdorf.  I find myself in this situation more often than I'd care to admit.

I am so blessed to have sweet spirits on loan who remind me with a simple phrase to stop and listen to the spirit and guidance I am receiving. I'm so blessed to be able to be truly present in these special times of learning and spiritual growth. And I am blessed to have beautiful children who yearn for the teachings of Christ even when I 'forget'.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Beautiful Reminders.

I found this tonight...I wrote it almost a year ago.  But it was a sweet reminder and I was happy to find that I have worked so hard to change so much in the past year.


Today was one of those days.  You know the ones...where everything is a disaster and I am the only one who seems to care. Where the stress of the past few weeks comes rushing in on me like a tornado out of no where.  Where I can't seem to get my normally well behaved children to listen to a word I say.  Where said children decide abusing each other all day is much more fun than being kind.  Where the volume of my voice toward my children is heard for likely 3 square blocks.

I know the actions of my children are a direct reflection of my own behavior   Not because I am ignoring them but because I am simply letting my stress affect them.  Also, because I am not listening to the most simple of voices that guides me through my teaching and nurturing of my children.  Because I am too busy worrying about the stresses of our outside life instead of focusing on what is truly most important. And that is raising my children to be calm, rational, compassionate adults.  I was none of those things today.

I threw fits right along side my beautiful little 4 year old today.  I am not perfect.  I know that.  My children know that. But I am also better than the mom I showed them today, and I hope they also know that.

Tomorrow is another day and it must be better than this one.  There is no where to go but up.

Blessings in Obedience

I have the opportunity to speak in church tomorrow and I came to look at my last post to steal some of my own word for my talk.  I wanted to share with those who want to read it.

Blessings in obedience.
I told Brother cannon when he asked of if we would speak in church that I would much rather sing than speak.  We made it 6 years in our old ward without being asked to speak but really I’m grateful for the opportunity. 
Michael and I have been together for nearly 12 years and have 4 beautiful children. Kailye our oldest is 10. Keija is 5. Gabriel is 4 and Luke is 3. We both grew up here locally. I am from Pleasant Grove and Michael grew up in Provo.  Michael was in school at the University of Utah when we got married and played Rugby there.  He went back to school for a second Degree from the U when we were pregnant with our 4th child and now works in Real estate.  I work part time as a fitness instructor for Intermountain Health Care and I love being able to be home with my children.

We weren’t necessarily looking to move when the opportunity came up to purchase our home.  We love Orem and the area we lived in and our ward.  But we have also learned through experience that it is always best to following the promptings of the spirit.  The Lord knows what is best and he knows what will make us most happy.

This is the topic we were asked us to speak on: The blessings that come from obedience.

This topic to me, may as well be as broad as speaking on Faith.  There are so many possibilities. But seeing as I’ve had lots of experience in my life with not being obedient and the effects of that behavior, I was grateful for the  opportunity to truly reflect on my blessings and opportunities I’ve received from trying to be obedient and live a more Christ centered life.
Sometimes the thought of all that needs to be done to accomplish this goal seeming daunting and overwhelming. It is unending if we are not moving forward we are surely slipping backward.  When I think of my role in the Lords plan as a mother I feel completely inadequate as most mothers do. There is always so much to think about in raising little spirits of God. But often the key to succeeding at something is to break it into its smallest pieces and figure out how to succeed one piece at a time.

There are things every kid should learn growing up and Michael and I decided those things would be learned at home first, before they were brought up in a real world situation.  I want my children to have knowledge of how this world they are growing up into works and I think it is safest if that is learned from home.  I feel it important that serious subjects that bombard the youth of this generation not be taboo. It is very important to us that if our children have questions about anything they see, read, or hear they know that our door is ALWAYS open and nothing they want to discuss with us is off limits or inappropriate. 
This has been a true learning curve.  We have had situations arise, as every parent has, when some serious topics need to be discussed.  The gut reaction of most parents when they hear of these subjects is pure fear.  We fear for what our child may know, or what they may not know.  We fear because we know the consequences of the paths they choose before they do.  We fear because we are scared for them to grow up and have to become adults in this crazy world we live in.  I am so eternally grateful for the promptings of the spirit.  Michael and I work very hard not to let our fears or anger over run our reactions.  The only way, in my opinion, to have the "hard" conversations is through the spirit. Although the conversations are hard, they are also necessary.  They become simple when done through the guidance of the spirit.
I always fear that what I am saying or doing in one of the delicate conversations will have a negative lasting affect but I know that as I let the spirit guide my words and thoughts my children will hear what the Lord intends for them to hear, when He intends for them to hear it.  I just have to have enough Faith to let it happen and not let the fear of my child growing up rule my actions.  I read a quote a while back from Pres. Hinkley that has stuck with me and helped me not to fear so much for the choices my children will make.  I don't remember it exactly but it was something like...”Someday our perfect children will grow up to be just normal people”.  It helped me put into perspective that my children will make mistakes, they will have hard times, they will feel the Devil work against them and that they will grow up to be like me.  Just a person.  My only hope is to arm them with enough information, strength, and faith to face whatever challenges lay before them.


I know that the Lord knows me and knows what will make me happy. I also know that my children were sent to me for a reason. And my promptings about their stewardship are specifically tailored to me as their mother.
Which is why in motherhood and every aspect of life I am grateful for the promptings of the spirit and for my ability and my choice to follow them. 
For a long time I didn’t feel like I was receiving promptings from the Spirit. After a late night conversation with some family members about a year ago, I realized I wasn’t listening.   I was waiting for the big revelations the ones that are undeniably life changing.  But what I didn’t realize was that I was blocking out the simple prompts of the Spirit.  I know now through reevaluating the way I personally receive guidance, that sometimes I receive small nudges like, check the front door to make sure it’s locked, just to make sure I’m listening.  Because if the Lord can’t trust me to listen to the small prompting how will I ever hear those that are most important.
Our lives as seen from a far look very different than when we are in the middle of the storm.  Life looks like a broad summation of sweeping strokes. A poetic movie or book.  But that’s not reality.  We are stuck in the tiny mundane, unglamorous folds of the fabric of life & that’s where happiness is determined.
In following the small and large prompting of the Lord. And living the gospel and being obedient I know I will be the happiest I can be.  I read somewhere just the other day a quote that said, “I don’t know what I want, But the Lord does.” He truly knows what will make us our happiest selves in good times and in the hard.  I know that in following his guidance and being obedient, even when logically it does not make sense at all, we will find true happiness. It doesn’t mean it will always be easy, life is hard. But it does mean that we can be happy knowing we are doing as He would have us do.

My sister-in-law has a quote on the wall of her home that I love. “Never postpone a prompting” I have learned that in my life personally in motherhood, in my marriage, and in all aspects I cannot afford to ignore the guidance of my Father in Heaven. He knows me best. He knows what will truly bring me happiness. So I will gladly follow his example.