It's my blog's 2nd anniversary!
A powerful testimony of the Savior.
While addiction to me is a casually used word, it's not the same for everyone.
As you make plans for the holidays, don't lose sight of whose birth we celebrate!
The dishes can wait...the Mission President's Fireside won't!
Most of the women I know lead very busy lives. Those that don't are usually challenged in physical ways, which doesn't mean that they aren't busy, but perhaps just less active. As women, I think we tend to compare ourselves, often in a critical way to other women that we associate with. "If only I would exercise more, I would be more slim, like So-and-So", or "If I made more money I could afford to dress more stylishly, like Sister Perfect", or "If my house was bigger, better furnished or cleaner, then I wouldn't be embarrassed to have Mrs. What's-Her-Name over for lunch". We often make the excuse that there are only so many hours in the day and we only have two hands and there is only so much we can do…which is all true. Our Heavenly Father gave us 24 hours in a day, which a sizable portion is dedicated, or should be, to sleep; and part of the plan includes only one pair of hands (if we are fortunate to have them) for which we are charged to accomplish many things. We also know that each of us has unique talents that our Heavenly Father has given us. I also firmly believe that when it comes to our individual judgment day, So-and-So, Sister Perfect and Mrs. What's-Her-Name will not be standing there with Heavenly Father comparing us to what they have or have
The day was long, but rich and rewarding. It is so easy to get caught up in our day to day business, the things which occupy our time. President Monson said: "We may find that we have immersed ourselves in the thick of thin things." I take that to mean the things of little eternal consequence. When we learn to care about the needs of others more than our own, we will identify ourselves with the "believers"… Be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity… 1 Timothy 4:12 I must examine if I have done any good in the world today
I missed another Sunday. Last Sunday was just one of those days when meetings, teaching a lesson, having company and a big Sunday dinner just did not lend itself to me burying myself up in the craft cave. But like I say, life is for living and if blogging happens to fit in, good. If not, then I can save it for another day. As I posted before, last Monday I spent a fun day at Disneyland with grown-ups. It can be hard to take anything seriously when you are in a world of fantasy and make-believe…where the illusion is happiness and the reality is a lot of people spending a lot of money on something that will provide a moment of happiness in a lifetime. Don't get me wrong…I LOVE DISNEYLAND! But I can think of a lot of places that provide a lot more lasting joy than an "E" ticket ride ever could. As long as we keep perspective of what it actually is, we won't be disappointed when kids (and husbands) get tired, hungry and plain old GRUMPY – no offense to the dwarf. My mom has mentioned the whole "Pleasure Island" concept before. This time, when I went on Pinocchio's Daring Adventure, I let the similarities sink in. A childless Geppetto crafted a boy made of wood. He wished on a falling star that he could
Two weeks ago was our Stake Conference. I am glad that I wrote down the few thoughts that I did because it seems a distant memory. I have enough problems with remembering what happened a couple of hours ago. I don’t think that it is because the early stages of dementia are setting in. I think my brain doesn’t always store data that I deem trivial or unimportant. Like when my husband came home last night and handed me the keys. A short while later my daughter wanted to take the car and asked me where the keys were and I told her to ask her dad because he was the last one to drive the car. I was so certain that I didn’t have the keys that I barely checked my pockets for them. So a “high and low” search ensued, resulting in no one discovering the whereabouts of the keys. It wasn’t until later when I was emptying my OTHER pocket that I found them. I was tempted to intentionally “lose” them and then later discover them (where I had hidden them, of course), but I resisted the temptation and fessed up. This is not to say that I don’t take the talks and subject matter that was taught at Stake Conference as trivial or unimportant. But without a written trigger word or phrase, it is not always easy to
Last week I mentioned several things that I pulled from our Stake Conference talks, one being that God knows each of us personally and by name. I really love the musical movie "Fiddler on the Roof". Throughout the story, Tevye talks to God. As he's walking, as he is confronted with a problem…as he deals with each of his life experiences, both good and bad. As I watch this interaction, I am impressed with what I see as someone who has a comfortable relationship with his Heavenly Father. We are told to pray always, in public and in secret. To me, this means that there must be someone on the other end that is listening to me, Helen. Today in Gospel Doctrine, we discussed the creation of the world. In the Book of Moses in the Pearl of Great Price, God reveals himself to Moses and Moses is transfigured in order to endure His presence, or glory. Moses witnesses the glory of God and the glory of His creations. In Chapter One, verses 27 – 28 it reads: 27 And it came to pass, as the voice was still speaking, Moses cast his eyes and beheld the earth, yea, and even all of it; and there was not a particle of it which he did not behold, discerning it by the spirit of God. 28 And he beheld also the inhabitants thereof, and there was not a soul which he beheld