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Happy Happy Mothers Day!!!

“The homemaker has the ultimate career. 
All other careers exist for one purpose only
 - and that is to support the ultimate career. ”
― C.S. Lewis

Ok...now we know for sure where the handsome genes come from!!
 Mothers Day at the Stephensons!!!
 We finally pulled off a fun and simple get-together!!
(we know too, where the crazy genes come from.)
 Oh Jax...you've stolen all our hearts!! We are completely whipped!!

 This moving target wanted his picture taken with me!! Quick?? Snap the pic before he's gone again!!!
 Flowers, chocolates and good times for these two remarkable Moms...whom we love to the moon and back!!
 Sorry Scott...sweet Olive took this pic...but we can still tell what a handsome pair you two make. Happy Mothers Day Trisha!!

 Knox..hugging one of his favorite girlfriends...dear Mayci!!

 Good looks run thick through this family!!
Love these men!!
 Lachlan has less then 10 days of 1st grade left.
How does this happen??
How quickly they grow...into fine young people.
 Cousins are the bomb!
Oh how we love it when these two play!!
 She whispered softly in my ear..."Mimi...can I take your flowers home?"
Who can resist this face!!?? Not I

 This Mamma  was so happy to have a house full on Mothers Day!
So many handsome men!!

Grandpa Sharp with his oldest grandson! 
Hard to believe he's now a great grandpa...several times over!!


Mayci, the most beautiful and enthusiastic jungle gym ever!! These dear grands adore her!! And so do I!!

You will go out in joy
and be lead forth in peace;
the mountains and hills before you
will burst into song,
And all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
Instead of the thorn
will grow the cypress,
and instead of briars
will come up the myrtle.
This will be for the glory of the Lord,
for an everlasting sign
which will not be destroyed.

-Isaiah 55:12-13

Lovely Sabbath To You...
....I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of 
the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with anyone I love, or sleep in bed at night
with anyone I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring.
These with the rest, one and all, are  to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
miracles,
Every foot of the interior swarms with miracles.

-Walt Whitman

Happy Sabbath friends
This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never all dried up at once;
a shower is forever falling, vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn,
as the round earth rolls.
-John Muir


Blessed Sabbath everyone.

SUNDAY MUSINGS



“The building up of Zion is a cause that has interested
 the people of God in every age; it is a theme upon which
 prophets, priests and kings have dwelt with peculiar delight;
 they have looked forward with joyful anticipation to the
 day in which we live; and fired with heavenly and joyful
 anticipations they have sung and written and prophesied of
 this our day."
-Joseph Smith


Already Im missing sitting out there in the backyard at the patio table...
I studied best out there in the warm sun.
Its a yard full of peace and warmth..in the summer.
Sunday School lessons seemed to come easier there.



Next weeks Sunday School lesson is on Zion.
I wish that meant that I'd be teaching a lesson about Zion National Park. That would be a cinch!!
Instead it means that I'll have to teach a lesson on something that means many things to many people.
Thus far I have seen that Zion means...
....a state of mind.
....a dwelling place where God resides.
.....a pure heart.
....a journey and a destination.
....having one heart and one mind.
.....unity

(and Zion is NOT in my back yard this day)

“I do believe in God. I think God has given so much power
 to people, and intelligence, and said, 'Well, you are on your
 own. Maybe I'm tired, I need a nap. You are mature.
 Why don't you look after yourselves?' 
And I think He's been sleeping too much.”
from: Strength In What Remains
by: Tracy Kidder



This is me again..being an infant on the subject of prayer.
I visit this topic frequently.

So here it goes.... again.

I doesnt matter what I want, or what it is I think I need. It seem futile to me to 'ask' for anything. For as I understand things, God knows best, and I do not. God has the big picture. I do not.
So what is prayer?
The other day..while attending Stake Conference, I heard the speaker make an analogy for prayer. He used the symbol of a racquetball. He asked us to  picture  hitting a racquetball softly against the wall of the court, and to imagine how slowly the ball would then return to us.  Then he asked us to picture us hitting that ball with all the force we could muster, and to then imagine how quickly and forceably the ball would come back at us. His comparison went on...as he asked  us to envision  us lying down at night and mumbling a prayer without heart or intent..a weak plea, a weak hit.  How would the return look?  Then he asked us to think about an ardent and forceful, humble prayer...and couldnt we then imagine a 'return' with greater force?

Im asking....Does deliverance influence God in any way?
How does one pray with force when one already knows that its served back to us on the 'opponents' terms? (I cringe at the term 'opponent' for I dont believe on any level that God is an opponent. But go with me a bit more on this) So Im thinking that prayer isnt so much like racquetball as it is like tennis.  We are in control of the velocity of the racquetball we hit...but the wall is inademate.  In the game of tennis, we are at the mercy of our opponent and how he decides to lob the ball back at us.
Personal example:
Asking with force, fervor, tears, pain to have our business grow enough to support us, has been  an on going battle of wills for 2 years now. As a matter of fact...4 'players' are sending up that plea. God is listening. I believe that He is.  And yet He serves to us what He pleases.
And can you picture the pleading and anguish that God hears every night as we plead for the cure for cancer, or for  help with struggling kids?!  I suppose the return serve comes back..but its unrecognizable most times... its out of our league, and its never usually a forceful, record setting event.
Prayer is so very, very, very, very hard for me. Im not a fan of  vain repetitions. Im not much of a conversationalist either. If God already knows the answer before I ask...why ask, I ask?  I know He knows my heart, and I feel confident that He has already decided what to do in my "game."  No amount of pleading is going to make a difference. (and what if I were to ask amiss!!!??)
I already know that Im here on this earth to learn patience, humility and more patience. I've known this for a very long time. My game seems to be learning how to be happy in each moment, even though these moments look nothing like I expected or planned on.
Again,..will my asking God to help with kids who struggle have an affect on the  kids who also have a game plan not of my understanding...who have the right and gift to choose what they want?  They have choices and God has a plan for them. My prayers wont and maybe shouldnt change their 'game'.
My best attempts at prayer are always the thankfulness prayers, the gratitude prayers. Those come easily for me, and I suppose its important to be thankful.
Its the asking thats so very difficult. Its just like asking anything of my earthly father...its difficult. ( Counseling may be order)
Life is what it is. I suppose Im a bit of a fatalist. God has set me on a course, to prove and to try me. I have to make my way through...with as much gratitude as I can muster and with some flavor of hope.
Shall I pray for hope? Maybe thats the answer.
Stop praying for change; for money or puppies, or trips ...seriously though..I dont pray for these things...just success and happiness. Instead I should pray for the feelings of hope, and for peace where Im at. I could probably hit that prayer/ball right out of the park!!!
God...please grant me hope. Hope in the future..hope for the kids, and hope for friends who struggle with insurmountable trails and battles with cancer.
H-O-P-E

I think Im going to find a ball,...and write in great big letters with a Sharpee across it....H-O-P-E, and tuck it under my pillow.

Let there be music.  Let there be a bountiful feast.
 Let there be dancing in the streets. Let the misbegotten
sons of peasants who inhabit this dreary
 place pay homage to a Princess.
from: Papa Married a Mormon
by:  John Fitzgerald



My Builder and I took a lovely 24 hour jaunt to Salt Lake on Friday after work.  Saturday morning was the baptism of  and celebration for Amber.  We weren't  going ;miss that happy occasion!! And oh what a joyous event it was! Amber is 8 yrs old going on 15. A wise and beautiful soul with the tenderest of hearts. Her parents have raised her well; as she has raised them well too. I am blessed to have such a tender niece. I am blessed to belong to such a wonderful family. Im so grateful my mom and dad would travel up for this occasion as well.  I miss them.
Baptism is a big deal. Its a lot to take in and understand for 8 yr olds.  But I feel certain that this particular 8 yr old understands more than most.  Her big brother, Josh, gave a beautiful and personal talk on the importance of baptism.  And her dad gave a thought provoking talk on the gift of the Holy Ghost.  I plan on remembering some of the things he said- Like when you want Gods advice in your life, all you need to do is ask and then get up off your butt and go serve! In the process of serving others, that is when our answers will come.  Genius!

I spent a few tearful moment on the phone on Sat with my son Joe. He and his family are moving back to St George...lucky them...and Saturday was the first leg of moving day. They loaded a trailer with a  load of things and headed out. I had been hoping to see them and see the boys before they left...but it didnt happen, and it broke my heart.  Natalie and the boys will be back...for a while.  Joe needs to find a place to live down there and then they will join him.  And I will make every effort to get back to Salt Lake to see those boys...and perhaps kidnap them for a few days and bring them back here with me before they all leave for good. But on Sat. I was just plain sad about it all...and Joe heard me cry.

Its amazing to me how much fun one can cram into a little over 24 hours of time though. Friday night was spent with Clark and Jenna and Brian and Mericar.  I wanted pizza...and boy oh boy did I get pizza and a good time.  A favorite place of Clarks is The Pie...up by the University.  So we all piled into a borrowed mini van and headed up there to satisfy my need.  Can I just say...YUM!!!
Then we rented a James Bond movie-Skyfall- and went back to 'Hotel Ehlert' and watched it on their big screened tv and ate popcorn.  FUN!!



Saturday evening I landed 2 tickets from a very generous lady...you know who you are ...mother of Jordan...Ms Margo!!...for the Relief Society general Meeting in the Conference Center downtown. I looked over at my mom and just knew I needed to take her down there with me and attend. The 3rd ticket materialized...and so I called Brians girlfriend, Mericar...who is thankfully a spontaneous soul, and she joined us too!! We were all spiritually fed ...and the train ride home was a fun adventure. Way to go mom for jumping in and going along with the craziness!! It'll go down as a most memorable night.

Happy Sabbath 

SABBATH WHINING

“Oh, mercy. If it catches you in the wrong frame
 of mind, the King James Bible can make you want
 to drink poison in no uncertain terms.”
 from: The Poisonwood Bible
 by: Barbara Kingsolver




Picture this...
Today, a new ward..
strangers everywhere...
Said strangers coming up and introducing themselves...all of them telling us that they are so happy that we moved into the ward.
People telling us that they 'prayed' us into the ward....or that we were answers to prayers.
There were jokes about handing over the keys to the Relief Society closet, to me.... today.
(First off, let me just say that my daughter who's 9 months pregnant would be a far better Relief Society President  than I ever could  be...and so I wish they were picking on her...but they won't...she will be out of commission for quite some time now.)
UGH!!

HELP!!

NO!!!!

I'M OUT OF HERE!!!

And thats just what  I did...I fled. I walked home, put on some jeans and walked to the corner market and bought myself a cold Pepsi.
Yes its true..I fell off the wagon and I broke the Sabbath all in one fatal hour.  (I've been enjoying Pepsi again for a month or so.)  Then I came home and sat in our lovely back yard and tried hard not to cry.  I forced myself to think about other things.
What came to my desperate mind was how great it would be and how badly I'd love to dig a deep hole out there, not to hide/die  in, though its not a bad idea right now...but a deep hole for a lovey, relaxing, therapeutic  koi pond....that's  what I would love.
Is an old lady like myself, past the prime of life,  still able to have some simple dreams and wishes come true?  I would dearly love to have a real Koi pond.
I also dream of one more family trip with ALL the kiddies..to a beach somewhere.  And a hot tub for the Logan winters would be nice too. And how about a bunch of zinnias planted everywhere.
All these lovely thoughts...and then my mind was pulled right back to the here and now...and the responsibilities that are looming just 3 doors down at the church building....where my family was still faithfully sitting in their classrooms learning about enduring to the end.
I just want to have fun.
I want to entertain friends in our new back yard.
Oh, lookie at me...Im in a "me" mood.....again.
Aint this a dandy way to spend a Sabbath?
My Builder...who is the best dad to our children (Happy Fathers Day babe) ...promises to 'protect' me from the new bishop. He's kind, but he lies.
When a call comes...I'll long to throw myself in the wished for hole in the backyard...and then I'll probably accept what comes.

Sabbath Musings

“It is true that I do not speak as well as I can think.
 But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.”
from: The Poisonwood Bible
by:  Barbara Kingsolver


(Last week I had to speak in Church..along with my whole Relief Society Presidency. This is what I said. Its a little out in left field..but I guess thats nothing new.)

In 2009 a new element was added to our church’s mission statement.   And I have now also learned that it is now no longer called the mission statement but rather its now referred to as our 4 “purposes.”
This fourth component is :  to help the poor and the needy

There are times in our life when helping others looks different than at other times… Sometimes our circumstances make us feel less able to help others  or to help in  ways we are accustomed.  Lately I personally take comfort in the scripture found in Mosiah 4:24

 And again, I say unto the poor, ye who have not and yet have
sufficient, that ye remain from day to day; I mean all you who
deny the beggar, because ye have not; I would that ye say in your
hearts that: I give not because I have not, but if I had I would
give.

But as I began preparing for this talk I immediately I came across another lovely scripture.  Mostly this scripture is used when talking about fasting…but I have found it most helpful in thinking about helping others in addition to fasting …which I believe are two practices that are tightly knit together.
So here is Isaiah…which of course I have completely  overlooked all these years..for in the past it has been easy to just skip over these difficult chapters.
  Isaiah 58:6-11  It reads like this:

6 Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?

 7 Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?

 8 ¶Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy rearward.

 9 Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am

 10 And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noonday:

 11 And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

Look at that…I must be becoming a grown – up…I understood a lot of this!
And even though it  sound like its all about the blessings of fasting ….  I just haven’t been able to let it go.  All I heard are the  blessing and promises for us,  if we fast and make fast offerings to the Lord. 

We all have heard it once if not a million times that we should lift our fellow man.  Just the other day at a RS training meeting we heard it again from our dear Stake President that our main duty in this life is to lift one anothers burdens and to help those whose arms hang down. We know that that was Jesus’s main ministry while on earth…He mainly went about helping the downtrodden and the lowly at heart. We know what is expected of us.  But here are some vrs of scripture that sound new and fresh and full of promises.
Here is what I heard in my head when I read these verses:
In verse 6-7 6 Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?

 7 Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
Here are four clear actions ; (1) giving bread to the hungry, where bread represents food in a general sense of course; (2nd) assisting the poor is always a  good thing; (3rd) would be covering the naked, meaning providing the destitute with clothing; and (4th) helping family members in need, or in Isaiah's words, "[hiding] not thyself from thine own flesh." These are four actions which also happen to be the essence of pure religion..or as I’ve read Pres McKay words, these are acts of a spiritual person. Those who do these things will receive God's blessings. Isaiah lists some of those blessings. For example, our fasting  (or helping others) will be recognized and our prayers will be heard for doing so.

In verse:11 we read:
And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

This verse describes four blessings to those who live this true law before the Lord:,
The Lord will guide us, he will satisfy our souls in drought, he will make fat our bones, and he will make us like a watered garden or spring of water. The Lord can and does provide living water in times of spiritual drought if we help others.  And did you know that bones were and are considered the gauge of the body's vitality—they become dry and brittle with age and illness but are moist and supple with youth, health, and vigor.  My bones seem to creak now…a sensation I suppose I need to get used to.  So I wouldn’t mind some fat bones at this point in my life, some vigor and suppleness would be a great blessing. Bones that are made fat are renewed .("Make fat thy bones" might also refer to the resurrection, when dead bones will be renewed with life.) I would certainly appreciate these blessings! And if lifting others burdens is the requirement for such blessing…Im happy to do my part!!
The metaphor that Isaiah uses also says the righteous-or the givers of help- will be like a "watered garden" and a "spring." In a garden, water, the source of life, often comes from the outside. This can also be said for the righteous, who receive sustenance from the Lord or give service for the Lords sake. Jesus said, in John 7:38 "He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water"  It is my desire to be an instrument of  the Lord and share what I have been blessed with to help our Savior….to try and be His hands.
So,,, if caring for and about  the poor and the needy first begins in our hearts…even if starts with just having a desire to help…then I hope to take the next  leap of faith and find solace in the idea that paying ones fast offerings and tithes, which might be the only thing we can do at some  points in our lives…. If we do this  with our hearts set on helping instead of just ‘going without food’…then we are truly helping and lifting others.  We will indeed truly help. ..with the added benefit that we cant help but grow spiritually ourselves for acting with such faith.  Thus we will, in part, be fulfilling the 4th purpose of the church. …Lifting others and helping the poor and needy…Acting in this way will plant us firmly on the path to what Pres McKay taught ….-when he said…
“The development of our spiritual nature should concern us most. Spirituality is the highest acquisition of the soul, the divine in man….There is more spirituality expressed in giving than in receiving. The greatest spiritual blessing comes from helping another” (in Conference Report, Oct. 1936). 
What a blessing it is to be able to help and fulfill our baptismal covenants by mourning with those that mourn and to comfort those that stand in need of comfort.

President Uckdorf said:
“As we extend our hands and hearts toward others in Christlike love, something wonderful happens to us. Our own spirits become healed, more refined, and stronger. We become happier, more peaceful, and more receptive to the whisperings of the Holy Spirit.”  
Jesus didnt just speak about love; He showed it every day of His life. He did not remove Himself from the crowd. Being amidst the people, Jesus reached out to the one. He rescued the lost. He didn’t just teach a class about reaching out in love and then delegate the actual work to others. He not only taught but also showed us how to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.”


It is my prayer that we can all find our own individual ways to reach out and help the poor and the needy.  There are as many ways to help as there are needs and individuals to help.  May we look to our talents and abilities and magnify them in ways that will help others and in turn our acts of service will help us develop our own spirituality.  Truly that is one of our main purposes for life here on earth…to lift others and to learn to be more selfless 

Revisiting That Old Nemesis....Prayer

"...its true that I really had, I still do have all these
problems.  There is no way that they will go away
 for me.  But I deal with them the way I can." He lifted 
 his chin.  "And Im very happy with the way I deal with them.
from: Strength In What Remains
by: Tracy Kidder

My heart and soul speaks to God..or "prays" to Heavenly Father.  But...I guess we are not just 'wraith- like' souls who happen to be stuck in bodies for a while; we are human beings, made  of body and soul, and whatever we do, we should do with our whole beings. This may be something unique to Mormonism, this belief we are only 'whole' with both body and soul together.  (Christ came to the earth to experience life with a body, with all its foibles and challenges.)
So when I pray, I should try  to pray with my  body as well as with my mind and heart. Kneeling in prayer is an obvious way to do this....though always such a challenge for me. (why is this!!!!???)  And I've mentioned this before...in finding another way to pray.... praying with some already written prayers that I have been collecting....I'm thinking I should now say the words out loud.
I’ll  admit that this is sometimes inconvenient.  There are many times I can’t very well go into my closet, as Jesus tells us to do, a pray aloud.  I cant/wont climb up on a tower as Nephi did and shout my prayers to heaven... but I can at least whisper them under my breathe...or..say the words silently, but really say them. I can move my lips. It still feels  odd to me, but I hope to get used to it. This way I’m really praying with my body. And, there are two more advantages to this technique.  First, I find if I read the prayers silently to myself, in my head, its easy to skim them; moving my lips slows me down and helps me to pay attention. Second, if someone walks in while Im praying and sees me moving my lips while looking at my 'prayer book', they can easily guess that Im concentrating on something important and I  may be be left alone until Im finished. At least, that’s the hope. 
That's  two more cents from me on the subject. 
Happy Sabbath to you.
Good communication is as stimulating as black
coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
from: The Gift of the Sea
by: Anne Morrow Lindbergh


Prayer- truly my nemesis


What is prayer?
I talk to God a lot. Isnt that praying?
Certainly He knows the intentions of my heart.
I "pray" when its beautiful.
I "pray" when an ambulance speeds by.
I "pray" when good things happen...saying thank you.
I "pray" when Im weak. (for example, when the Pepsi at the Grill smells exceptionally divine.)
I "pray" in bed in the morning, before I will my creaking bones out of bed. (hoping for a good day at work; that customers will be generous with their tips. That I will be personable and not make too many mistakes......)
I "pray" when friends share their troubles on facebook.
I "pray" during a good cry...that I can have patience and peace.
Is this prayer?
God knows my intentions...


I read about a man—who spent an hour with God every morning. Sometimes he talked to God for five minutes, and listened to God for fifty-five minutes; other days he talked for fifty-five minutes and listened for five. It depended on how much he had to say. But that last five minutes was sacred: he always listened for at least five minutes.  I should do something similar: instead of so many words, when I pray, I should spend at least a little while just listening.

















Sabbath Reflections

All things whatsoever God in his infinite wisdom has seen fit and proper to reveal to us, while we are dwelling in mortality, in regard to our mortal bodies, are revealed to us in the abstract... revealed to our spirits precisely as though we had no bodies at all; and those revelations which will save our spirits will save our bodies.  (TPJS)  The voice of the Spirit is described in the scriptures as being "neither loud, nor harsh" (3Nephi)  "It is not a voice of thunder, neither was it a voice of great tumultuous noise," but rather, " still and small, of perfect mildness, as if it had been a whisper," and it can, " pierce even to the very soul."  (Helaman5:30) and cause the heart to burn."  
Remember Elijah found the voice of the Lord was not in the wind, nor the earthquake, nor the fire, but was a still small voice. (1Kings)
from: The Divine Center
by Stephen R Covey

Eric Lafforgue

Some men say, "We must find God before we can love our fellow men." Is it not
 more nearly in keeping with the truth to say: "We shall find our God by living and
 loving our brethern"? I think it is. Shall we say that a man first loves God and then
 spontaneously will love his neighbor? The New Testament reverses that order.
 "For he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom
 he hath not seen?" (1 John 4:20) Shall we say that a man first is forgiven by God and
 then naturally overflows into magnanimous relations with his fellows? The New Test-
ament puts it the other way around. "But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither 
will your Father forgive your trespasses." (Matt 6:15) Shall we say that the worship of
 God comes first and love of man inevitably follows? The New Testament states the 
contrary: "Therefore if thou bring thy gift to the alter, and there rememberest that thy 
brother hath ought against thee; leave there thy gift before the alter, and go thy way; first
 be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift." (Matt 5:23-24) Shall we
 say that the right attitude toward Christ is the precedent condition of a right attitude to-
ward men? The New Test- ament says it is impossible to take a right attitude toward Christ
 with- out taking an unselfish attitude toward men. "Insomuch as ye have done it unto one 
of the least of these my brethern, ye have done it unto me." (Matt 25:40) We may think as
 we please, but there is no question about what the Bible thinks. In the New Testament
 there is no road to the heart of God that does not lead through the heart of man.
 -Spencer W. Kimball


Sabbath Reflections and Work

My advice is to drink plenty of tea. It wont reduce
your urges, but in my experience its hard to contemplate
 doing anything really beastly while drinking tea.
from: The Wedding Officer
by: Anthony Capella

Its occurred to me that I  need to now work harder at having gratitude in  my heart.
I've always had cause to be grateful and, I've also come to understand that compared to many, gratitude comes easily for me.
But these last few months have been a rather difficult  trial and much different in circumstance for me.
Before Logan, everyday was a gift, and everyday was spent out doors gathering coral dust between my toes, in Gods' great land of Southern Utah.  Everyday I was out reveling in the beauty  that millions of folks have to pay big bucks to come and see.  Every day I was in places where people vacationed. And every day I was there sharing what I knew and loved about the area  and was experiencing the awe and wonder that is always found in the Southern Utah deserts!
Everyday I would climb a peak and utter a prayer of gratitude for the magnificent surroundings that God created for our enjoyment. It was also a prayer of thanks for my job and my healthy body that got me to the top.

Now everything is very different.  Different in so many ways.
Now my gratitude dosent come as spontaneously.  Now I need to work at finding moments of gratitude in my heart.  In fact..I see now that I have gone days...too many days in fact, without being grateful for much of anything.  Pitiful.
But dont get me wrong. I know I am blessed.  I have many, many dear blessings.
Im just saying that I cant remember the last time I got all warm and fuzzy and turned my face heaven ward and gave thanks for much of anything.

I know Im blessed to have a job.
I have a dear woman as my boss.
I enjoy the company of the head cook.
People that come in are generally kind and often generous in their tips.

Im just saying...there have been no moments that have taken my breath away...something which I had grown accustomed to in St George. I have yet to be reduced to tears of gratitude by the beauty of it all...instead Im overwhelmed by the spills that need wiping up and the dishes that need washing or all the sticky shakes that need mixing.

And yet I still find that I do come home fulfilled....because I know I've gone the extra mile, I've given 110%. I've been able to leave the place better than when I arrived.  I have an apron pocket  bulging with ones and a few fives from the good tippers.  I've smiled at those that wont smile back, no matter how I try.
And even though I sometimes feel that I cant learn all that needs to be learned...at least as fast as they'd like me to learn...I do believe Im already an asset to the place and that  my boss is happy she hired me.

In some ways I think it may be much harder work than hiking ever was.  There is not a moment in my day now where I sit down and take a load off.  8 hours on my feet is tough...maybe its cause Im not wearing my Keens??!!  I feel much more tired at the end of the day than I ever did, even after a 15 mile hike!  This is due in part Im sure to the stress of learning something new and the fast, fast pace that is expected in serving people hot and ready food.  I expect that at some point the stress will be reduced as I learn and I will feel better about my ability to 'keep up.'

Waking up in the morning to go hike was a whole different feeling than I now experience as I pedal my way to work now.  I have a strict routine to follow before the 'open' sign is turned on in the  morning. There is order and expectations to fulfill that didnt come with greeting guests and getting ready for a good hike.

So yes...this is my Sunday confession. I miss my daily quota of gratitude moments and I miss hiking with amazing people and friends.  And here's to working a little harder to find those moments here, at home and at the diner.  Moments where I can spontaneously thank God for my many blessings and for this amazing world He and His Son created for us!

SUNDAY MUSINGS

QUESTION:
We live in a world where your genes can be mapped, where your cells can be copies, where your face can be altered.  Heck, with surgery you can go from being a man to a woman.  We have science to tell us of the
earth's creation; rocket probes explore the universe.  The sun is no longer a mystery. And the moon-- which people used to worship ?  We brought some of it home in a pouch, right?
So why, in such a place where the once-great mysteries have been solved, does anyone still believe in God or Jesus or Allah or a Supreme Being of any kind? Haven't we outgrown it? Isnt it like Pinocchio, the puppet?  When he found he could move without strings, did he still look the same way at Geppetto?

ANSWER:
Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ.  No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can't explain.  Something that created it all at the end of the search.  And no matter how far they try to go the other way- to extend life, play around with genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred fifty- at some point, life is over.  And then what happen? When life comes to an end? When you come to the end, that's where God begins.

from: Have A Little Faith
by: Mitch Albom




1907 Anna Munthe Norstedt Swedish, 1854-1936 Still Life with Sweet Peas

Sabbath Musings

Have you found the meaning in your life?

The Map
by Jessica DeGraw
3-20-12

Imagine if
You are a child.
You find a map; 
A pirate's treasure map.
You search.

Everyone searches.
For their keys,
For their shoes,
For their dreams.
They search.

When you are searching,
What are you searching for?
Something nonessential?
Something worthwhile?
Searching for change?

And how do you search?
Do you agonize over it?
Are you annoyed by it?
Do you feel anxious about it?
Are you diligent?

When do you find it?
After an hour?
After twenty-four?
After one-hundred and sixty-eight?
After you've given up?

What if you never find it?
What if you never stop searching?
What if the map is infinite?
What if that's the point?
Imagine if.


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Sabbath Musings

Im not a celebrity. Im not the child of a celebrity.  I have
never been married to, never been abused by, and never
provided a kidney for transplantation into any celebrity.
Furthermore, I have no desire to be a celebrity.
from: Odd Thomas
by: Dean Koontz
maryjean: secretary extraordinaire! me, Karin

It looks as though I still have new skills to hone.. Whoopee for me!! It seems that Heavenly Father wont let cobwebs form in this aging mind.  I have more stretching, growing and discomfort in store for me. Not only has looking for jobs here in Logan caused some anxiety, it now looks as though my mind will get some sharpening as I go to church each Sunday too.  I have received a new calling (job, responsibility, stewardship) in church.  They (the bishopric) just asked me to serve as the Primary Secretary.  Thats another new challenge for me!
(We have been successful in lying low  for a few months. I think the members here have been wondering if we are for real, or just flighty, transient dodgers!! Well no more!!
Im not sure yet what is involved with this new responsibility. I assume its  things like roll taking, scheduling, keeping track of pertinent dates, ie  -keeping track of 8 yr olds and baptism dates, birthdays cards, going to meetings of course, plus oodles of paper work.
I do know that the secretary I was privileged to served with  when I was Young Women's President was invaluable to me and our organization.  She kept me informed, dealt with the Stake and the information they sent out at regular intervals. She  was also full of creative ideas, and was a spiritual giant!! She kept me on my toes!!!
May I rise to the occasion, I pray.
  What better way to become acquainted and involved in this new ward of ours. Working and serving the younger children, 3-11 yr olds, could and should be quite enjoyable. (May I banish the memory of the 11 yr old boys reducing me to tears my very first time serving  in a Primary capacity, about 28 yrs ago.)  I now have thicker skin, more experience with children, and a much better sense of humor!! How can I now take what kids say and do so personally, which is what I must have done back then?  Raising my own kids, and having been through teenage-hood must have by now broken me down to a state of gooey putty! Plus...now Im a Mimi!! Silly Putty is a good thing and I like me that way!!
Please let  me know what you think it takes to be a good secretary!! Im open to suggestions!
Do I need a steno pad
or the know how to make great coffee?  te he
or maybe
a great big notebook and some computer skills,
a willing heart, and remembering that our church is a record keeping church will suffice.
Wish me luck friends!!

Sabbath Reflections

...I wonder if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the
 fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up,
and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
 from: The Kite Runner 
by: Khaled Hosseini


The Prodigal Son neither asks to be restored to his place in his Father's house, nor does he even repent for the grief he caused his father.  Never-the-less, the son is given these things anyway...by his loving father.
Hummmm.....



by Liz Lemon Swindle