Thursday, July 24, 2014

It's Better to be Nice

While I was reading a wonderful talk by Henry B. Eyring, in which he addresses the women in my Church, I thought about being nice. He said,

"He [God] expects you to treat every person you meet as a child of God. That is the reason He commands us to love our neighbors as we love ourselves and to forgive them. Your feelings of kindness and forgiveness toward others come as your divine inheritance from Him as His daughter. Each person you meet is His loved spiritual child."

Even meanie pants people we don't like.

But I was thinking about what it would feel like to approach the people I don't like with a warm smile and a kind greeting. Sincerely. I'd bet it would be pretty disarming.

The other thing about that though, is the concept of thinking about those people with a warm smile and a kind greeting in my thoughts. It would be incredibly hard to hold a grudge or stay upset at someone to whom I have kind thoughts.

And that is what is more important. I only have a small amount of influence over how others think about me, but I have all the control over what I think of them. I'm going to give it a try.

Thinking nice thoughts feels better than thinking angry ones, and I would rather feel good.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Men Are that They Might Have Joy

I just finished listening to an excellent talk by Marcos A. Aidukaitis that he gave in April about asking God for answers to our questions. Aside from loving his awesome Greek accent, I loved his enthusiasm.

When I forget to pray one day, or to spend some time reading in the Bible or Book of Mormon, sometimes I get frustrated with myself and then avoid praying or reading for a couple days. Whenever I get up the courage to just pray again and remember that God isn't up there keeping score of how often I pray or read His word, I feel so much better.

As I was listening to Elder Aidukaitis, I was reminded of how happy having a continuing relationship with God makes me. When I do take the time to enjoy, revel in, feast on the words of God and His prophets, I really do feel so happy. God really does want us to feel joy in this life and just reaching out to him each day magnifies that joy exponentially.

Occasionally, I get really sad. A deep dislike of myself and a desire to escape from myself and what I am going through can make me feel physically and spiritually defeated. There are a few things that help me through those times.

  1. My babies. Whenever I feel horrible about myself I think of sweet Frances and how much she loves me. She sees someone worthwhile whenever she looks at me. This is how God sees me. This is who I really am. 
  2. My husband. He never gives up on me and often tells me who and what he sees in me. Yesterday, I scrubbed my toaster oven. I was so thrilled with how clean I had made it and when Mr. P came home I told him I needed to have some party time about the cleanliness of the toaster oven. It brought such a thrill to my heart when he did a little dance and shouted for joy about how clean that little toaster oven was. Things like that just help me feel so sure that he loves me and if he loves me, I can do anything.
  3. The hard things I have overcome. I've written before about feeling embarrassed about the past and having hurt feelings over things long over. But when I step away and realize that I have triumphed over those circumstances, it reminds me that I can do very hard things. That with God, I am a better person than I was then--whether that's 10 years ago or just 10 days ago.
I think everyone has hard times, when their view of themselves is distorted and they forget who they are. To anyone who may feel like that right now, I want to share a thought I had a couple weeks ago.

A friend of mine who I grew up with recently committed a terrible crime, widely covered in the news, local to where it occurred. In the comments section many people posted their opinion of what should be done to her, disparaging her worth, her family and everything about her, without knowing any more about her than the worst thing she has ever done.

Jesus Christ sees the worst things we have ever done. But He also sees every tiny little good thing too. Despite the worst things, He died for us. All of us. The smart, the dumb, the rich, the poor, the serial criminal and the serial volunteer. 

He knew us before we were born and sees the part of us that was created by God. He loves us. He invites everyone, no matter where we have been or what we have done to come back to Him. He is always reaching out to us because His love is pure love. I know that. I know that He loves me and I want to return to Him. He wants you too.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Listmania 2

List Update!!!

  1. Paint paneling in basement playroom. Serious progress made (almost one wall)
  2. Decorate basement bathroom. Done!
  3. Have a yard sale for all the junk cluttering up my basement. 2 dressers, 1 table, 1 futon gone!
    1. Still have: changing table, coffee table, child sized table, stroller, Christmas tree & rocking chair. 
  4. Grout tile in basement shower. Serious progress made (totally cleaned and ready for repair)
  5. Clean grout in kitchen tile backsplash.
  6. Start (and finish) baby quilt.
  7. Read my books. Finished Anne of Green Gables!
Tomorrow is Sunday and I am looking forward to a nice personal devotional while my sister, husband and Frances head off to Church. I was so grateful last Sunday to my Bishop for not only coming to give me the Sacrament, but for staying and chatting with me for over an hour. It was very kind of him. 

While I've been hanging out at home so many of my friends have stopped by to visit and to bring meals so my sister doesn't have to be the slave every day. All of them have been friends from Church. It is a wonderful reminder of God's love and that He uses those who are willing to serve Him to serve me. 

Thank you, everyone. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014


I've made a few lists of things I want to do either before this baby pops out of me or just sometime in the near future. I was very lucky to have completed a couple major projects before my labor started a week and a half ago. These were:

  1. Quilts for our foster kids' birthdays. 
  2. Installed hood over stove top.
  3. Painted Frances' rocking chair and doll house chairs from Grandpa.
  4. Cleaned and rearranged kitchen cabinets.

My unfinished projects include:

  1. Paint paneling in basement playroom.
  2. Decorate basement bathroom.
  3. Have a yard sale for all the junk cluttering up my basement.
  4. Grout tile in basement shower.
  5. Clean grout in kitchen tile backsplash.
  6. Start (and finish) baby quilt.
  7. Read my books.
My books:

  1. There are 58 of them. You really don't want to know....

Tuesday, July 15, 2014


Yesterday I was sitting peacefully in my glider rocking chair when all of a sudden my phone began to ring. I looked to see who it was.

This was an important call.

It needed to be answered.

I did not possess the necessary tactfulness for this call.

My husband did.

He was downstairs.



Because I'm not allowed to climb back up the stairs....


So I kind of sort of, like mostly hurdled, hobbled down the stairs as fast as I dared to get the phone to the husband man with tactfulness skills.

And then.

I collapsed.

Do you know how much your legs atrophy after sitting in a rocking chair for a week?

Apparently a lot.

Husband tactfully handled the phone call and then carried me back upstairs and scolded me.

I deserved it.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

House Arrest

Today is the first time in my life that I can remember staying home from Church when I feel good enough to go. Throughout my life I have missed for reasons like having the flu, having a baby with pink eye, and even when I had a baby in the NICU and had to trade off with Mr. P. But just sitting here, feeling totally fine and not going is very strange.

I love church. It is so refreshing to go and be with others as we express our love for Christ and find joy in serving others. Attending church is a wonderful blessing that I cannot wait to get back to. I will especially miss not taking the sacrament (communion) in the Chapel. I can feel such a difference when I take the sacrament and remember my Savior. Whenever I miss it, there is a missing element in the following week. It's like not getting the necessary rejuvenation on a long and difficult journey.

So, for as long as I have to miss out on the best three hours of the week, I've decided to make my own special worship time. I am dressed in my Sunday best and I tidied up the living room where I sit in my rocking chair, trying not to do anything too exciting. I have my scriptures and a copy of the Ensign to read from. Today I wrote thank you notes to everyone who came to my baby shower, as gratitude is certainly a meaningful pass-time. 

Soon Mr. P will be home and I look forward to asking him all about church and how he felt while he was there.

I hope you have a beautiful and meaningful Sabbath.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Preterm Labor

After two and a half days in the hospital, I am back home and on full bed rest. Monday morning, I went into labor and I was grateful to have a great doctor and midwife to help stop it. My contractions were 2 minutes apart and I was dilating. It took a while to get my body to knock it off and I didn't get to go home until after spending 48 hours on magnesium sulfate. It was crazy! I do not love that drug.

While I was in the hospital I was given a couple shots of steroids (ouch!) to help the little one's lungs just in case he gets threatened with eviction again. He still needs lots more time inside and I am praying that we can make it. I'm 30 weeks along today, shooting for 34. I can do it!

My sister flew in Wednesday morning and is being the most good natured slave I've ever met. It was such a miracle that she already had her flight planned and she can be here for the next three weeks, I can't believe what a blessing she is. It's wonderful.

I can make it four more weeks!