Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
It's toooooo busy. Way tooo busy. And soooooooooooooooooo commecialized. And so expensive. I feel obligated to buy presents for alot of people who I barely know and some I don't especially like. I know, I know. Call me a scrooge. I'm really not. There are aspects of the Christmas holiday that I DO like.
(THIS christmas I am especially enjoying Micheal Buble's new CD.)
-and then after a week or two of it being out-
Okay at the risk of being a TOTAL buzz- kill I'm gonna stop there.
I'll take a simple Easter or Valentine's Day or Thanksgiving ANYDAY over all the hubbub of Christmas. Honestly, since I'm up on my soap box I'll just go ahead and say it. I think it has become something the Savior would not necessarily want it to be. The world feels like it is super distracted from the REAL reason we celebrate Christmas.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
This is my favorite story about charity. It's from one of my faves, Sister Sheri Dew. I have been thinking about it because of an experience I had last week. A painful one. It is a great reminder of what true charity looks like.
TUESDAYS AT THE UNEARTHLY HOUR OF 5:30 AM.
BUT I FELT AS IF I NEEDED TO DO IT IN PERSON, WHICH I DETERMINED TO DO THAT VERY NIGHT. FINALLY EVENING CAME. I STOPPED AT HOME BRIEFLY TO PICK UP
THERE STOOD MY TWO FRIENDS. CASSEROLES IN HAND.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The cast of characters: Candy wafers, red m and m's (noses), candy eyes, (i found these in the baking section at Target), a baked cake, a can of frosting, lollipop sticks, and light brown pipe cleaners.
Once it is all mixed in well, form balls. (One cake mix makes about 3.5 dozen)
Once they have completely dried (maybe 15 minutes), add three more dots of melted chocolate to "glue" the eyes and nose into place.
Tie the pipe cleaners for ears!
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Perhaps this is what the Prophet Joseph Smith meant when he spoke of the qualities of Priesthood leadership in the Doctrine and Covenants 121 when he said: that influence can be maintained ONLY “without hypocrisy and without guile”.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
29 And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloke forbid not to take thy coat also.
30 Give to every man that asketh of thee; and of him that taketh away thy goods ask them not again.
31 And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.
In some way and at some time, someone in this Church will do or say something that could be considered offensive. Such an event will surely happen to each and every one of us—and it certainly will occur more than once.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
They can turn our hearts to God.
The idea of a scourge to cause people to remember God reaffirms a familiar teaching in the 12th chapter of Hebrews: “Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth” (Heb. 12:6). Even as adversities inflict mortal hardships, they can also be the means of leading men and women to eternal blessings.
“Every reversal can be turned to our benefit and blessing and can make us stronger, more courageous, more godlike”
(in Conference Report, Philippine Islands Area Conference, 1975, 11).
“When we are pushed, stung, defeated, embarrassed, hurt, rejected, tormented, forgotten—when we are in agony of spirit crying out ‘why me?’ we are in a position to learn something”
President Kimball gave us these inspired thoughts on the blessings of adversity:
Monday, December 5, 2011
I ran across this post on the TOFW (Time Out For Women) blog. I love it. It articulates exactly how I feel.
Do you know the story of Florence Chadwick?
She was the first woman to swim the English Channel.
Both ways (England to France and France to England).
No. small. feat.
Two years later she attempted to be the first woman to swim the 21-miles from the Southern California coast to Catalina Island.
The water was 48 degrees.
The fog was thick.
Visibility? Nearly nada.
She finally quit.
Only to find out she was a half mile from her goal as she was pulled into the support boat.
A half mile.
When she was asked by reporters why she had quit when she was so close, Florence said:
"I was licked by the fog."
She swam 20.5 miles of her 21 mile journey.
And she quit.
Because she couldn't see the shoreline.
A similar thing had almost happened on her earlier attempt to swim the English Channel. The fog was too much and Florence became discouraged. But this time, when she wanted to be pulled into the boat, it was her father who pointed out how close she was to shore. Florence lifted her head, saw land, and finished what she started.
I’ve had times in my life when I’ve almost been licked by the fog.
It happened at mile 9 of the half marathon. And I walked the full mile.
I was so frustrated I couldn't run.
The cramp in my calf had started at 6.5 miles and by mile 9 it had done me in.
I was tired.
Every self doubt was coming at me full force.
I was done.
I knew I couldn’t quit.
But, I was done just the same—a paradox to be sure.
My running partner, Erin, was still by my side but I had hoped she would get to run the last bit at her pace. I knew she wanted to but I also knew she wasn't going to leave me in the state I was in. And while I was grateful for that, I knew somehow the state I was in wasn't going to leave me unless she did. For as perfect of a partner as she was from the beginning, I sensed I had to dig deep on this one. I had to do it because I was capable of doing it...not because someone was capable of getting me to do it.
We passed mile marker 10 and I told her to go.
I promised her I would be okay.
And I watched her run off ahead.
Then I hit "play" on my little nano.
A dear friend wanted to make sure I had “Walk on Water” by Christian artist Britt Nicole. But, he couldn't have known when it would play...how much I would need it. And truly, the song could not have been a more perfect expression of the Lord's complete awareness of me and the very spot I was in. The Lord knew what Mile 10 would be for me.
I knew He knew.
And, through the tears, I started to run (again).
There is a living God who knows our lives intimately.
Are you swimming towards a shoreline you cannot see?
Are you running towards a finish line that feels too far away?
The shoreline is there…the finish line is fixed. Trust He will help you get to it.
Because He will.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
This is a boring post that is intended mostly for extended family and me.
Tanner was recognized in the Superintendent's weekly newsletter to parents this last Friday. He won second place in the butterfly and his relay team placed first.
Posted by shahna at 17:52
Sunday, October 9, 2011
At the beginning of the school year, I noticed a boy who sits outside the middle school on a bench every morning. I typically have to drop McKinley off about 45 minutes before school starts because she is either having a student council meeting or guitar lessons. I noticed him there every day. He is always on the same bench. Alone. I have never seen him talking to anyone. I have never seen anyone acknowledge him as they walk in. I wondered why he doesn't join the rest of the kids in the cafeteria or gym before school. My motherly instinct told me it was probably because he didn't have any friends in there.
One morning during the second week of school, I asked McKinley if she would do me a favor and say hi to him as she walked in. She REALLY didn't want to. It's middle school - there is THAT whole dynamic. He is a boy and she is a girl. There is THAT whole dynamic. He is older than her. (She didn't KNOW him but recognized that he was in the grade above her). PLUS, throw into the equation that she is pretty darn shy.
This was asking her to step completely out of her comfort zone.
But I told her I thought he probably was a boy who needed a friend. SOMETHING told me that.
I didn't really think much of it after that. But apparantly she kept doing this each day (without any prodding from her mom!)
Then I started noticing that this boy was anticipating her arrival. He knew that the girl in the White SUV would come about the same time every morning, walk by him with a smile on her face, wave, and say "hi". But after a few weeks he started saying hello to her before she even had a chance. It was sweet.
This past Friday, as I was driving away from the school after dropping her off, I noticed that she took the plunge and actually went over to him and sat down on the bench. I later found out that she sat and talked to him for awhile and asked him his name. My heart melted as I watched her interact with him from my rear view mirror.
Two thoughts came to my mind as I reflected on that little experience this week.
We shouldn't be either.
I am grateful for the blessing of watching that little exchange between McKinley and David (that is his name, btw) take place because it reminded me of some pretty important things that I want to remember.
Posted by shahna at 22:14