Monday, June 30, 2008

I'm trying so hard!

These past few days have been long and stressful, but at the same time, so filled with blessings as I have been able to learn so much from my sweet girls. I truly feel at times as though I look into their little faces and see eternity...all of the goodness, the light, the hope, the potential.

The other day, we'd had quite a few errands to run and were very busy. I was tired. When we got home, I needed to give the girls a quick lunch so that they could take a nap. I warmed up hot dogs and wrapped them in a tortilla with a slice of cheese. They usually like that for a fun, fast lunch. Our second daughter was taking a very long time. I went into the kitchen to do something, and she came in a minute later. I asked her if she had finished it all. She said she had. A few minutes later, as I passed the table, I saw that she had not eaten the tortilla, just the hot dog. I told her quietly that I was disappointed that she had lied to me. I was too tired to sit and get her to eat it, though, and finished getting the other girls through the potty time so that they could take a nap.

A couple minutes later, I was tucking them into their beds. As my daughter laid down, I noticed that her little cheeks were just bulging. I asked her what on earth she had her in mouth! She opened it enough for me to see that it was her tortilla. Without me even asking her to, she had put the entire thing in her mouth before coming upstairs. Through a very full mouth, she said, "Mommy, I'm sorry I told a lie." I started to cry and threw my arms around her. It meant so much to me that she had tried to do the right thing once she knew how disappointed I was. And she did it without me asking her to. That was so touching to my heart! It reminded me of something that Neal A. Maxwell once said:
"We underestimate how genuinely and frequently our children want to please us."
Something really sweet happened tonight with our oldest daughter. As we were getting ready for bed, I was trying to get the girls up the stairs when I noticed that she looked pretty down. I asked her what was wrong, and she burst into tears.

"I don't think I'll ever get big like you guys! [meaning Matt and I] I want to be 27 like you! I want to be big and tall and strong like you and daddy! But it just isn't happening!"

I reassured her that it would happen, and that she really was growing, and that it would be okay. :)

But then she said, "I'm trying so hard! I'm trying so hard to grow big, but I'm not growing!"

Of course we had a wonderful conversation about it and what began in tears ended in smiles and hope that 27 would indeed come, but that 5 was exciting and wonderful to enjoy, also. I said, "You're growing even if you can't see it. As long as you're trying to do good and grow, you are." But I am grateful for that experience, because I feel it was an answer to my own prayers the past few days. I know that this may resemble an earlier post, but it must be something that I've really needed help with lately. :) I have been praying and struggling myself, feeling as though I have been trying so hard to grow and progress and do better, but that I just haven't been getting anywhere. I don't know if I desire anything more than to become like the Savior. I get so discouraged with myself at times and my own imperfections. I feel like I make a little bit of progress, but then fall backwards. Tonight as I listened to my daughter and spoke with her, I felt like my own Father in Heaven was trying to give me the same counsel that I was giving her:
You're growing even if you can't see it. As long as you're trying to do good and grow, you are.
I love my family so very much. Though this is starting to get long, I just want to write one more thing about the past few days. Matt is my joy every minute of my life. Short of the atonement, he is my greatest blessing. I Love him with all my heart and soul and every moment with him is precious to me. I am blessed above all I can imagine! I love our family. :)

Thursday, June 26, 2008

You're kidding!

The other day, we were visiting Matt at work and one of the ladies at work asked our oldest daughter how old she was. When she told her "Five!" the lady responded, "You're kidding!"

Now, that's our five-year-old's newest favorite phrase. She says it constantly. :)

"Time for lunch!"
"You're kidding!"

"Let's do math."
"You're kidding!"

"I have some new clothes for you to wear."
"You're kidding!"

The other day in Primary, she was sitting with her little five-year-old friend. The little girl said something, to which my daughter replied, "You're kidding!" I was getting ready to start primary at the time, and lost their conversation in the other chatter. I saw them seem to disagree, though, and then the little friend all of a sudden burst into tears and came running to me.

When I asked her what was wrong, she told me, "She says I'm kidding, but I'm really telling the truth!"

My daughter sat in sad wonder...she didn't understand what had made her friend so sad!! She was just trying to use the new cool phrase. :)

The bad luck panties

I'm not a superstitious person. Not at all.

But this little pair of underwear (why on earth do we call them pairs??) is starting to make me wonder. This tiny little article of clothing almost convinces me to believe in hocus pocus.

Every single time one of my girls wears these, they have an accident. They are super stretchy, so every girl can wear them, from the 2-year-old to the 5-year-old. It doesn't matter who it is. There is ALWAYS an accident when this little pair of underwear is worn.

At times, in desperation, I have almost thrown them out. But for some reason, I have some sort of glitch in my brain that won't let me throw something out when it's dirty. It has to be washed first. (Yes, I know it's crazy.)

So then they are washed and fresh and clean, and they look harmless enough. I decide to give them another try. I fold them and put them on the veeeery bottom of the underwear pile. "We'll only use them if we absolutely need a pair of panties," I tell myself.

If we absolutely need a pair of panties. Who am I kidding? I have three little girls who need panties!

But without fail, no matter who wears them, we have an accident happen. Now I know that accidents happen, but I have never seen anything quite like this before.

Tonight I washed them again. Update later on whether or not I was strong enough to throw away the bad luck panties.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Didn't turn out quite like I thought...

I have just needed a break these past few days. We all have. Things have been difficult and frustrating, one after another. So the girls and I had some fun. :)

We went outside to do some "bubble art!" (See my homeschooling blog for how-to.) We had a great time, and you can see the Jackson Pollock's in training.

But the bubbles were weird because of another long story I don't need to go into right now, so the artwork just wasn't turning out how we had thought and planned for it to turn out.

But when the girls finished and stepped back, what resulted was still really beautiful and very fun.

It made me stop and think. Here was yet another example of how so often, we try to plan and see in our minds exactly how things will be, but they don't turn out like we think they will. But when we step back and look at it when it's over, we realize that it is beautiful, and that our Father in Heaven truly does understand how things are supposed to go. If we trust and follow Him, things will turn out better and more beautiful than we could have imagined.

So relax and try to enjoy the ride!! :)

Monday, June 23, 2008

Crazy old dad!

This morning Matt was looking at a flyer for kid's toys, and was stunned to see that one toy geared to 6-year-olds had "expandible memory" slots. He looked at our 5-year-old, hugged her, and said, "Don't grow up too fast!"

She laughed, hugged him back, and said, "Dad, I have to. Crazy old dad!" She laughed and ran off.

So he hugged the 3-year-old and said the same thing, "Don't grow up too fast!"

She just laughed.

Watch out, daddy! :)

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Six Years

It is hard to believe that Matt and I have been married for six years now! In so many ways, though, it seems like so much longer. I feel as though I have been with Matt forever. I believe that I have been, in many ways. Nothing brings me greater joy than knowing that I will be with him and with our children forever. I am more grateful than any human words can express for Matt. He is my Love, and my life! I Love you, Matt!

We had a wonderful weekend celebrating our anniversary! This year we kept things so simple and didn't do anything big and splashy. After all that has happened lately, I think we were just feeling a solemn gratitude to just be together. Nothing else could have made that sweeter.

On Friday night, Matt and I just wanted a little bit of quiet time together. We ordered a pizza and took it down to the dock to watch the sunset together. It was quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. I couldn't have been happier than just being with him right then.

I am still in awe of water that just stretches on and on, seemingly forever. Standing at the edge of the water with Matt was a very peaceful moment for me, as I felt a sure knowledge of our own eternal existence together, moving on forever, as well.

On Saturday, it was time to celebrate as a whole family! We went geocaching together for the first time and had such a fun time! The girls just loved it! They felt like Franklin on a treasure hunt!

"I've gotta make sure I know how to use this thing so that I can save my family if we get hopelessly lost."

"I'm ready to go! I don't care that it's raining!"

"Do you see it, Daddy?"

Letters to put in the "treasure box" for Franklin.

"Tromping through the brush wore me right out."

"I never get tired. People who sleep are strange and foreign to me."

Happy anniversary, Matt! Thanks for the wonderful weekend for our family. I Love you!! I can't wait for an eternity more. :)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Rolling is serious business

Today the baby rolled over for the first time! It was very exciting for us all! Here are some action shots of the exciting event:

"I heard you want me to roll over. I'm not so sure how I feel about that."

"Do you understand what you're asking?"

"Rolling is serious business, mom!"

"If I roll I get to be big? What you say intrigues me."

"Let's give it a try!"
Pardon the mommy may want to turn the speakers down. :)

"Yeah!!! Bring on kindergarten."

"Whew. Rolling is serious business."

Don't feed my sister

Our third daughter loves to pretend to be a puppy. Here she is, rolling about like a dog:

Today, I was getting some chocolate milk ready for the girls for a special treat. My daughter was yipping and crawling about. I asked her if puppies like chocolate milk. She said yes, but my oldest daughter, ever intelligent and vigilant, quickly informed me that chocolate milk was not at all a good thing to give puppies.

I laughed and gave them all their milk. My oldest daughter started to draw while drinking hers. A few minutes later, she brought me a picture of a dog with a line drawn through it. When I asked her about it, this is what she told me:

"This says, 'Don't feed the puppies.'"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


Today while I was doing yoga in the living room, I could hear my two oldest daughters playing together in the other room. We've been working on nice ways to say things. One thing that the older girls seem to be feeling of late is the need for just a little bit of personal space once in a while.

Today I overheard my oldest daughter say to the younger one (who was practically hanging on her sister):

"Could you please move back a little bit? This is my habitat."

(We've been learning all about different habitats in school now for a couple of months.)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Growing where I'm planted

I sat down to the computer a few minutes ago to think about some answers to K's tag, but found my mind wandering. I have pondered a great deal today about something our family read in the scriptures this morning. We were reading Jacob's allegory of the olive tree.

Though I know that this allegory is largely about Israel and the Gentiles, I felt today that there was so much more depth this his words. I truly felt the call of a loving Father and Savior in the words today. One thing that struck me the most was this:

21 And it came to pass that the servant said unto his master: How comest thou hither to plant this tree, or this branch of the tree? For behold, it was the poorest spot in all the land of thy vineyard.
22 And the Lord of the vineyard said unto him: Counsel me not; I knew that it was a poor spot of ground; wherefore, I said unto thee, I have nourished it this long time, and thou beholdest that it hath brought forth much fruit.
23 And it came to pass that the Lord of the vineyard said unto his servant: Look hither; behold I have planted another branch of the tree also; and thou knowest that this spot of ground was poorer than the first. But, behold the tree. I have nourished it this long time, and it hath brought forth much fruit; therefore, gather it, and lay it up against the season, that I may preserve it unto mine own self.

How often do we ask Him, "What are you doing? What am I doing here??" In essence, "Why did you plant me here, in this poor spot of ground, when others seem to be planted right where they want to be?" I have caught myself so often, thinking, "I try to do the right things...why don't I receive the blessings I wish I had?"

When I read Jacob today, I felt like the Lord was kindly speaking to me in my heart, telling me that He knows where He planted me, and that it was for a purpose. But even more than that, I could feel Him telling me that He has "nourished [me] this long time." I examined my life again in that moment and felt so abundantly blessed as I thought of my blessings, and that my life truly "hath brought forth much fruit."

As Isaiah says, we truly are "the planting of the Lord," if we so choose to be. He plants us where He knows we will best thrive, if we choose to. Later in the allegory of the olive tree, we do hear the Lord crying out in sorrow, "What could I have done more for my vineyard?"

He will nourish us abundantly, but we have to accept that nourishment. If we do, we will "bring forth much fruit."

I have a spot of ground in front of my house that is just stubborn. It is amazing, in this richly fertile soil out here, that such a spot exists. It is my ornery soil. :) I water it and it just won't accept the water! It runs right down to other places. It doesn't matter if I soak it to death. It just won't absorb the water. I try to force the water in by poking long holes in the dirt and filling them in. The water usually stays in the holes and won't soak into the soil around it. How often are we like that in our hearts?

I find myself recommitting tonight to accept His nourishment and trust that He truly knows where I and my family should be planted, physically and spiritually. If we allow Him to nourish us, we will be abundantly blessed, regardless of what happens!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Father's Day, Matt!

I Love Matt so much!

Happy Father's day! Thank you for being the most wonderful father I could possibly imagine. I Love how kind you are to our girls. They love you so very much! We are all inexpressibly grateful for you!

You are my life. I am amazed each day at just how blessed I am! I Love you. Thank you for everything you have given me.

Happy Father's Day!

(And a Happy Father's Day to my dad and father-in-law, too!!)

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Feeling proud :)

Our oldest daughter loves to write and read! It makes me so happy.

Up until today, all of the sentences she has written have been with varying levels of assistance. But today, as Matt and I were looking at something on the computer, she was writing all by herself in the other room. She was drawing music notes on the back of her music worksheet from school yesterday. She accidentally poked her pencil through a couple of the notes she was drawing, and she wrote a sentence about it all by herself!! Here is the picture:

It says, "win This not is broc"

Meaning, "When this note is broke." (She's still mastering the whole "silent e" thing)

I love the absolute joy and satisfaction of teaching my children and watching them progress!

Friday, June 13, 2008

Just feeling grateful to be safe, or You can't judge a book by its' cover

Today was a day of high adrenaline. I think my normal yoga blood pressure is now pretty high after tonight...

It was hot, for one. Hot and sticky, and just...yuck. :) But that's summer. So with closed windows because of asthma, and no a/c, it just kind of stifles. So by evening, I needed to get out for a little bit. We had a lovely rain storm and it cooled things down a bit, so the girls and I decided to go on a walk. We walked downtown to the community market to get a few things to make a cake for Father's Day for daddy (no, the oven's not fixed, for those following the ice cream cake). :)

We had a really pleasant walk at first. The girls loved the puddles, and they took turns pushing their little baby doll in a little stroller while I wielded the enormous beast of a double stroller. :) It went pretty well until we were almost at the store. An enormous dog leaped out at us with teeth bared and with quite a bark going. Needless to say, the girls were terrified. Okay, mom was terrified, too. The dog was huge and very mad, and here I am with 4 babies and 2 strollers. So I was trying to stare the dog down, in order to not give away my own fear (yeah, right!), while trying to turn the massive stroller and the petrified girls around to go a different way. It was definitely a difficult situation. Suddenly, a car pulled over right next to us. I looked over to see who it was, and for a moment couldn't decide if I was more scared of the dog, or of the man in the car!

He was pierced and tattooed from head to toe, and I knew this because he was bald and had very little clothing on. And he was blocking my rapid escape onto the road. In that moment my mind raced as to what his intentions might be with a woman alone with 4 little girls. It was a "lady or the tiger" moment...death by dog, or death by scary man? I said a quick prayer for help with the situation.

I turned out to be very wrong. He leaned out the window and spoke very kindly. He told me that he lived on that road and that this dog always leaped out at him, too, but that it was on an invisible fence and wouldn't be able to get at the girls if I just kept walking past. He told me he would stay right there and make sure we were okay until we were past the dog's house. And he did. He waited to go until I was two houses away. I felt terrible for having misjudged him, and I felt a surge of gratitude for his tremendous kindness. So thank you, whoever you were!

As you'll see as you continue to read, this was definitely a "you can't judge a book by its' cover" kind of day.

So we had fun at the store, did our traditional "pick out a lollipop for the walk home" thing, and we were off. We made it home safely and without incident (I walked on the other side of the road). I got home, and what followed was an extremely loooooong story. But the condensed version is that while I was home alone with the girls that evening, a man came to the house who was dressed very clean, very neat, and looked very trust-able. But he was trying to get into my home. The evening involved me being on the phone with the police more than once. A different man came later, also dressed clean and neat, with a smile on his face, who was also trying to get into my home. I was able, from my house on a hill, to keep an eye on the "wolf in sheep's clothing" while talking on the phone with the sheriff, and describe to him where the man had hid from the officers who were out driving up and down the street.

Not my kind of fun.

But it really struck me, first of all, that the scariest looking man I encountered today was incredibly kind to me. Then two men who looked and acted clean and kind were in fact evil in their intents. We truly need the Spirit to guide us in these times of great confusion!

I am grateful most of all for a loving husband who had a great deal of work to do, but who dropped everything and sped home when his terrified wife called him. I have been so blessed!

The positive side to this "high adrenaline" day was that, after the "bad guys" had been caught, Matt and I were able to sit with our girls and talk to them about what had happened. It was wonderful to comfort them as we bore our testimonies to them that they will be helped and watched over if they are always trying to keep the commandments and follow the Spirit. It was wonderful that we were able to draw on examples from that day. I am truly grateful for our protection and safety!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The needs of life

Today we were having a social studies lesson about needs vs. wants, goods and services, etc. We reviewed the basic needs of life (food, air, water, shelter).

At the end of the lesson, I had a little verbal quiz for them, and asked them what our needs are. The five-year-old raised her hand and said, "Food, air, water, and a bike."

Can't tell what she's been wishing for lately, can you? :)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Exquisite moment

Tonight while we were getting ready for bed, I had a feeling to hold one of my little girls for a minute. She just turned five and always has some great insights into life. I pulled her onto my lap and held her close for a minute.

She didn't say anything for a little while, which is quite unusual for her. She just nestled for a little while. Then she looked up and me and said, "Mom, I know the Church is true. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet." She was even a little teary-eyed. (Me, too.) She's been saying things like this lately, but I really wanted to take this moment and talk about it. I asked her how she knew those things. She said, "The Spirit told me in my heart this morning." This morning I had seen her sitting quietly in a chair, reading The Friend. There was a story in there about Joseph Smith that she studied for quite some time.

I could have known no greater joy than in that quiet moment with my daughter. Every moment, this is my goal: to help my children to gain their own knowledge of the truthfulness of the Gospel, and of Christ's love for them!

And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.
2 Nephi 25:26

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A little bird in my window

Today while the girls and I were having a musical moment something cool happened!

The "musical moment" was comprised of me singing, the baby cooing, one daughter "playing" the violin, another dancing, and the oldest daughter directing us all. :)

When we finished our lovely song, we looked over at the window to see a bird with his head cocked, listening to us! He was sitting on the window, literally...the window has no ledge, so his little feet were clutching the screen and he was just sitting there listening.

Didn't know our melee of music was so sweet!!

Wait...yes I did. :) I love my girls! :)

Monday, June 9, 2008

The neighbors have ears...and they're amplified

Okay. It was a long day. It was well into the 90's and very humid with no a/c, and my gills just haven't grown yet, in spite of the fact that I'm now going through my 3rd summer out there. Two of the girls had to get shots today and were very fussy, and my two-year-old just cried all day.

All day.

She just had a really rough day for some reason. And the more she cries, the more her asthma tightens up, and the pitch of her little wail just gets higher and higher. :) She cried during breakfast. She cried during her sisters' appointments. She cried on the way home in the oven of a van. She cried during lunch. She cried during the nap. She cried when she woke up. She cried all during school activities. She cried while we planted flowers. She cried while we colored and sang. Then a huge storm hit and she started to wail in terror. :) She started to run frantically and fell flat on her face on the hardwood floor and waaaaaaaailed through bloody teeth. She cried all through dinner and everything afterward.

Finally, the walls started to close in on momma. Though it was now almost dark, all the windows were open in the hopes of catching a breeze in the water-soaked air, so every train and truck going by was deafening. One girl was playing the piano, another was singing at the top of her lungs, the baby was crying, and the two-year-old was wailing. I felt like every neighbor on the street was hearing the absolute clamor of my house and shaking their heads. I had to get her to stop! It was so loud out there and all of the windows were open. I just didn't feel like she was even hearing me talk to her. So I picked her up to take her away from it all and went into my room and shut the door. (No windows open in neighbors to hear her wailing.)

It had been such a long day, I couldn't help it! I started to cry a little bit and I was very frustrated. I prayed for help out loud while I held my screaming two-year-old. I didn't even know what to say to her other than "Please stop! Please use your words! I really love you and want to help...just tell me what's wrong!!" (Luckily for me, as you'll see, I did just say it, and didn't yell it.) I had to say it a bit loudly, though, because she was crying so hard. My one comfort was that, in that moment, no neighbors could hear us for once. No neighbors could hear me praying and begging my two-year-old to just stop wailing for one minute.

Well, after a few more minutes of crying from both of us, we both felt a bit better and ventured back out. I felt refreshed that at least I was able to deal with it in some semblance of privacy.

As soon as we came back out, one of my daughters said, "Mommy, we were listening to you!" She then held up the baby monitor.

My mind flashed back to today...

When we were out planting flowers, the baby had been asleep on my bed for a short time. I had put the baby monitor in the window facing out, volume all the way up, so that I would be sure to hear her if she woke up. I had never turned it off!

So, though I settled it in a room with no windows open, I had broadcast myself and my two-year-old with speakers at full volume pointed out the window!!

Sigh. :)

I can hear you laughing. It's not funny.

Okay, it is. I'm even chuckling right now. :) I just got them all to sleep, finally. :) I love my daughters with everything that I have, and I give everything that I am to them and to Matt because they are my life, and they are my joy. I have spent a great deal of time pondering this week upon just how blessed I am. I feel, even right now, that my heart could burst with love and gratitude for what I have been given. I am so grateful for every moment with them.

(Even the moments that get broadcast to the whole neighborhood.)

Sunday, June 8, 2008

I didn't get my sticker...

The other day our girls were playing together. It's quite common for them to pretend to have a baby in their tummies, and to pretend to go to the doctor to "get the baby out." It's pretty normal, considering we've had a recent pregnancy and birth in the family. :)

The other day, they were again acting out this scenario. One daughter came to another one and said, "I have a baby in my tummy. I think it's time for it to come out."

The other daughter invited her to sit down. She patted her sister on the belly and presented her with a little rock baby (they were playing outside) and said, "You did it! Good job. Here's a sticker!"

Strange...four babies and they never gave me a sticker!!

Friday, June 6, 2008

What are older sisters for?

Our two-year-old has discovered boogers. Thankfully, it took her longer than her older sisters, but I'm afraid the discovery has now been made.

But she just couldn't figure out what to do with them. Once a booger was retrieved, she would walk around with it on her outstretched finger, saying, "Got a booger." I usually took it off with a kleenex, and that was that. I was just happy she wasn't eating them.

The other day, Matt and I were in the back making a big calendar for me for school, and the girls were playing in the other room. We could still hear them, and we heard the most interesting conversation take place between our 2-year-old and our 5-year-old (who, since becoming FIVE, feels that it is her job to guide her sisters into the full-fledge adulthood that she has now attained):

2-year-old: Got a booger.

5-year-old: Sweetie, do you know what you're supposed to do with boogers?

2-year-old: No. Got a booger.

5-year-old: Here. This is what you do with boogers. You get one out, and then. . .[here there was a pause in the conversation] . . . See? Isn't that tasty?

Now, the 5-year-old has been broken (for the most part) of eating boogers for a little bit now. But I guess she felt that since the 2-year-old had never yet experienced it, she needed to direct her in the way that all children must go. :)

Thank you, dear 5-year-old. :)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Welcome home, Elder!

My little brother Joe (the one in the pink tie) got home from his mission today! He has been serving faithfully for two years in Texas. We are so proud of him, and so excited to have him home!! We love you, Joe!

Here's from the girls!

Is that a boy???

Oh my. I'm still laughing. :)

A couple of days ago, our sweet neighbor, a little old lady who lives behind us, brought over some dolls for my girls. They were dolls that she had used for her grandkids, and though older, were well cared-for and well loved. :)

My girls have of course been absolutely loving them! One is an old cabbage-patch doll, remember those? (When my sisters and I were little we said "Pabbage Catch.")

Today one of my girls took off the little dress on the baby and saw the very pronounced "outie" belly button that the cabbage patch girl had. As soon as she saw it, my oldest daughter said, "Why did Gladys (our neighbor) put a dress on this little boy?"

She was fairly upset that someone would do such a thing. I asked her why she thought it was a boy baby. It obviously had girl features and pig tails.

She held up the baby and showed me the "outie." She said, "See that little thing? That means it's a boy."

We don't see too many boys around here, obviously!! :)

A project complete :)

Well, it's official! My MommYoga series is now complete and all through production and out there. :)

I put Yoga for Pregnancy and Yoga for Yourself trailers up already, but here are the trailers for Chair Yoga and Yoga for Mom and Baby!! Woohoo! :)

It feels so great to have these done! Three of the four are now on, too, and the last one will be soon. :) Yay!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The broken bird

I was listening to a talk by Boyd K. Packer from a few years ago, and I loved this part of it:

Over the years, as a diversion, I have carved wooden birds. Sometimes it would take a year to complete one. I would get specimens and measure the feathers and study the colors and then carve them. I would carve a setting for them. It was very restful. Sometimes when I would get unsettled, my wife would say, “Why don’t you go carve a bird!” It was a very calming thing in my life.

Elder A. Theodore Tuttle and I were going into town one day. I had one of the carvings. I was taking it in to show someone. We had put it on the backseat. At an intersection, he slammed on the brakes, and the carving tipped upside down on the floor and broke to pieces. He pulled over to the side and looked at it. He was devastated. I was not.

Without thinking, I said, Forget it. I made it. I can fix it.” And I did. I made it stronger than it was. I improved it a bit.

Now, who made you? Who is your Creator? There is not anything about your life that gets bent or broken that He cannot fix and will fix. . . .

As a servant of the Lord, I invoke His blessings upon you, you consummately precious young people, that you will be protected, that you will learn how to hold the powers of the adversary in abeyance simply because you command it (see James 4:7), and that he has no place with you. On the other hand, you learn to invite the Spirit of Revelation that will be constantly with you. The Holy Ghost will be your constant companion and “teach you all things” (John 14:26).