Sunday, March 29, 2015

March 2015 according to my iphone

Elder Argyle and his companion are in the same ward as the WWII candy bomber.  Tanner continues to find success as a missionary for our church.  We received word Friday from his mission president that he has been assigned to be a district leader.

We had a great Spring Break Staycation.

 Redecorated Reagan's room

 Found this gal's scriptures on her nightstand one day after she had gone to school - a sure sign that she had been reading them the night before.  I am so grateful for good kids who exercise their agency by wanting to do the right things.
 This boy can't get enough basketball in.  Even when it is freezing rain.

 Enjoyed one of my favorite date nights of the year, 
Lobsterfest with the love of my life.  SOOOO GOOD!
 This girl was inducted into the National Junior Honor Society
 and so were some of her friends

 McKinley was a speaker at the ceremony (she was inducted last year)
 Reagan had a melt down on the day that she found out that Zayn was quitting One Direction, her favorite band.  She sobbed for 20 minutes but it was nothing that ice cream couldn't fix.
 Attended the open house for our new building in Prosper.  
This was my favorite part: the missionary display.  
 Made my traditional Conference Packets for my primary class.
 Had to snap a pic of this future missionary looking at his brother's plaque on the wall.  I'm glad I have nine years until that happens.  Love that kid and really miss his brother but I wouldn't have him anywhere else.
Both girls made cheerleader for next year.  Brady has become a ball handler on his basketball team and scored 4 points at his last game.  He also dribbled the ball behind his back.  Brent has some exciting things going on but I will post more about that later.  School is sucking up all my free time but I am learning so much and am finding it easier to balance than I thought.  Jensen is working hard and saving a lot of money but is counting the days until she leaves for London.  

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

"mite" moments

I have been listening to a talk by one of my favorite speakers this week, S. Michael Wilcox.  It is called, "Seeing as God Sees" and one of my favorite segments in the talk is about "mite moments".  I have transcribed it here.

God sees the importance of the smallest acts.  He does not underestimate their value.  They are what I call “mite moments”.  There are many mite moments in all of our lives.  I get the phrase “mite moments” from the time when Jesus was standing in the temple and he looked up and he saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury. 
  And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.  And he said, “…of a truth I say unto you that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all, for all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God and she of a ….hath casting all of the living she had.”   
I have heard President Hinckley talk about a widow’s mite that he has on his credenza that he looks at frequently to remind him to be careful with the tithing funds.  I don’t think that widow had any idea that even Jesus was watching her.  That he had made a remark about her.  I think she walked into the treasury, put in her two mites and walked out unaware that two thousand years of history would watch her, that she would be an inspiration to future Prophets.  We never know the impact of tiny mite moments in our lives.  But God sees those impacts. 
May I give you an example or two?  I remember one day coming into primary and the primary chorister said, “children, I am going to teach you a new song- (that was one the thing I liked in primary was the singing)-and she said, “I will sing it for you and then you sing it with me.”  And she sang, “The golden plates lay hidden, deep in a mountain side, until God found one worthy in whom he could confide.”  And her voice clear and high and beautiful took me to Cummorah.  And I could see Joseph walking up the hill and rolling the stone off and I KNEW it happened.  And I wanted to be a good boy so God could confide in me too.   I don’t know the name of that primary chorister.  She has no idea that the foundation of my love for the Prophet, Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon lay in her voice.  It was a mite moment.

When I was twelve years old a Stake President called me, I was a brand new deacon.  He said, “Mike I want you to give the opening prayer in stake conference.”  I was terrified but I said, “okay”.  I was a little tiny short kid.  I looked about eight.  They had to lower the pulpit all the way down.  When you’re a deacon you don’t want to stand on the little bench thing.  I remember standing there to give that prayer and barely being able to look over the top of it.  And I’m sure I just gave an ordinary, normal prayer.  Ten years later I was home from a mission.  A sister came up to me and she said, “Mike, I need to thank you.  You changed my life and I’ve never told you.”  And I said, “I can’t remember ever having done anything for you.”  “And she said you probably won’t remember this but when you were a little boy you gave an opening prayer in a stake conference”  I said, “I remember that!”.  She said, “I was struggling with my testimony at the time.  I did not think God listened to my prayers anymore.  And I came to Stake Conference and I saw a boy pray and I heard a boy pray and it wasn’t anything he said.  It was just the image.  It was just the picture of a boy praying and the sense that I had inside that the boy believed that someone was listening to him.  And it reawakened all my belief in God that I had as a little girl.  And the crisis was over.  You changed my life.  Now, did I change that woman’s life? No.  I said a prayer in stake conference.  But it was a mite moment and in God’s hands he sees the importance of the smallest acts.

Jacob said that the righteous shall have a perfect knowledge of their enjoyment and their righteousness.  I think that might mean that in the hereafter we will know how all of our actions righteously impacted everybody else, which thing we don’t know now. 

Thursday, March 19, 2015


Oh to be thirteen again!  Well, now that I think about it I might not want to do that all over again.  But thirteen is sure a fun time in your life.  Especially for this girl.  Of all my kids, she reminds me most of myself. Man, I get her.  I know what motivates her and upsets her.  I know how sensitive she is to others around her who are hurting and at the same time she has a temper like you wouldn't believe when she is mad at her sister.  She is always surrounded by a circle of friends.  She loves to do her best at everything she attempts and has (like her mother) been called "perky" a time or two.
I was a little concerned that her birthday yesterday wouldn't feel special because we spent all of last week buying her new bedding, furniture, and painting her room.  I wasn't about to spend more for gifts.  But her sweet friends at school compensated and made it a very special day.  One close friend and her thoughtful mom woke up extra early and went to Starbucks to get her hot chocolate before school.  Another friend made her cupcakes and invited her over for dinner after school.  Oh and she found out that she made cheerleader again for next year which was probably the best gift she could have gotten.  She was pretty excited about that.  

 And lest you think she is perfect, I found these pictures on my phone when I was looking for some cute pics of her for this post.  She was doing this on a Saturday.  When she was supposed to be doing chores.  That's my Reagan.  I'm thinking I'm the one that got the gift exactly 13 years ago.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Spring Break 2015

I love a good "staycation".  
I love sleeping in my own bed.  
On my own pillow.
We didn't cook a thing, ate out every meal.  It was bliss.
We had lots of play time with friends.  (teens called that hanging out.)
Went to Uncle Julios and shopping with Lindsey
I hate to admit there was homework in there (mine) because my school doesn't have a spring break.
But the kids were great sports about that.
We went room shopping and got Reagan a new bed, rug, dresser, and end table.
Painted her room.
Spent the day at six flags
shock wave
bat man
mr freeze
funnel cakes
$12 sodas
dental visit- had one kid with four cavities
slept in 
La Hacienda for lunch

It was a great, restful, restorative week.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Perhaps the greatest charity...

“Perhaps the greatest charity comes when 
we are kind to each other, 
when we don’t judge or categorize someone else, 
when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt 
or remain quiet. 
Charity is 
accepting someone’s differences, 
and shortcomings; 
having patience with someone who has let us down; 
or resisting the impulse to become offended 
when someone doesn’t handle something the way we might have hoped. 
Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness
 and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. 
Charity is expecting the best of each other.”
Elder Marvin J. Ashton (1915–94) of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, “The Tongue Can Be a Sharp Sword,”Ensign, May 1992, 19.