I came across a post I wrote last year about being a mom. I needed the reminder, as being a mother is the hardest thing I've ever done, yet the most rewarding. Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful mothers out there!
Three of my children start school tomorrow.... a 2nd, 4th & 6th grader. I always have mixed emotions when the new school year comes around. I miss the wonderful summer days, where we can be lazy, play in the park on the very few sunny days we have, maybe go on a vacation and explore the states, and stay up late watching movies. I love having more time with them during the day. But when September rolls around, I get sad, because I will miss those days, but at the same time, I know they are ready for routine, as much as I am too. I am very much a routine kind of gal. I like my schedule, and I like my kids to BE on a schedule. But most of all, as this new school year begins, I hope my kids remember a few things. I hope they remember how much I love them, as they leave for the bus each day, and how I pray for them and their safety, for their ability to understand their studies, and that I pray they will be able to make friends and be an example to others. I ...
Today, in our church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (the Mormons) we celebrate July 24th as Pioneer Day. A day when men, women and children arrived in the Salt Lake Valley after months of traveling the plains by foot, pushing handcarts. They took all they had, which wasn't much, left their homes to be able to practice their religion in peace, after being driven out by mobs. Thousands of them crossed the plains (and oceans too) to come to the Salt Lake Valley, pushing handcarts; some dying along the way, full of faith in God that he would lead them to a land where they could live in peace. Their trials were many, their joys were sustained as they sacrificed time, health, and sometimes their lives to be able to worship how they may. 289 youth in the Oregon City area from our church had the opportunity to experience a tiny fraction of what they went through, for us, for all of us, last week as th...
I originally wrote this in December, 2011. It has now been 25 years since this profound experience and I felt I needed to edit it for what life looks like today, December 23, 2022. Sometimes our lives are defined by experiences we have gone through, and we draw upon those fragile moments in time because that is where we drew closer to God, where we learned more in that trial than in any other time in our lives. That is what happened to me on the Eve of Christmas Eve, 1997 on a cold, bitter night at St. Louis Children's Hospital in St. Louis, Missouri. On that particular night I felt the most vulnerable in all my life. It stands to this day to have been the worst day of my life, worse than McKenna's actual passing. Let me share with you why. We arrived at St. Louis Children's Hospital December 7th, 1997. McKenna was only about 6 weeks old. She flew in a plane that came from St. Louis to pick her up with one doctor and I believe 2 nurses. One of the nurses tha...
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