Archive for November, 2005


Your House

Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

“Whatever the era, whatever the times, one thing will never change: Fathers and mothers, if you have children, they must come first. You must read to your children and you must hug your children and you must love your children. Your success as a family, our success as a society, depends not on what happens in the White House but on what happens inside your house.”

~Barbara Bush~

“A good woman is not a perfect woman; a good woman is an honest woman, faithful, and unhesitatingly responsive to the voice of God in her life.”

~John Fischer~

“Hold your heads high, you wives, mothers, homemakers. You engender life and enrich it. Don’t trade that pervasive force for fleeting, surface trinkets. Cherish it, enlarge it, magnify it. You hold a mighty office. That’s the message of the leader of the Mormon women, Barbara B. Smith.”

~George W. Cornell~

The Match

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

I have been asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday. I have been pondering the subject I was asked to speak on, and I have even dreamed about it. My dream was pretty neat to me, so I decided to share it here.

I dreamt that I was giving my talk and I started out like this:
I held up a match in my fingers and showed it to the congregation. “I have faith that this match would light if I strike it on the box it came in. Of course, I would actually need to perform the action of striking it on the box for it to light. Once it did light, it would give me a little light and a little warmth, too. I couldn’t hold on to it for very long, and soon it would go out, because it is not meant to just be held in my fingers. Let’s say I have done the necessary actions, and this match has now been lit. I have faith that it could light some balled up newspaper, and that would give me more warmth, and more light. I would again need to perform an action, this time of putting the lit match to the newspaper. If I wanted to keep it going, I could keep adding newspaper, or I could add some kindling, small pieces of wood. Then I would gradually build up from there, until the wood I was adding would be large logs for a bonfire. Imagine this little match, and the faith and works to light it adding up to a bonfire that could give warmth and light for me and many others. It wouldn’t be a fast process. It would take time, and effort. Even once it was a bonfire, it would need to be stoked, and have more fuel added so it wouldn’t die and go out.
“Faith without works is dead, we all know this. Let’s turn it around. Faith plus works equals testimony. If we look at the match, and newspaper as the basics we need for testimony growth, we would see personal prayer, and scripture study, along with regular church attendance. So the kindling, split logs, and larger pieces of wood? They are service. As we serve we are feeding the testimony within us. The more we serve, the more light and warmth we receive in our hearts and minds. The more light and warmth we receive, the more we are sharing it with others. Because we cannot hide, we don’t want to hide the light and warmth we receive from a strengthened testimony.”

That is as much as was in my dream. I hope I will be able to deliver this message as well in real life as I did in my dream.

A Nice Quote

Friday, November 4th, 2005

“Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for good or evil – the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of his life. This is simply the constant radiation of what man really is, not what he pretends to be.”

~William George Jordan~

Sick Day

Friday, November 4th, 2005

What an induction to morning sickness for this pregnancy! Yesterday I started to feel the onset of nausea through the day, and I thought “well, here we go again!” Then this morning at 5:55am I was awakened to the sounds of my 3yo daughter throwing up on my bed. Sione was at basketball, and would be for at least another hour, so I had to go it alone. We got her in the tub, and I started to wash the laundry. When I came back into the bathroom, she had thrown up again in the tub. And so my morning started. It is now almost 3 hours since it started, and the poor thing is still throwing up regularly, and now has diarrhea added into the mix. I hope this runs it’s course quickly…… For both our sakes.

My Best Birthday Present

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005

Friday morning after waking up and getting dressed, I went downstairs to get my family some breakfast before we needed to leave at 7am to pick up my friend’s son Xander for dance. As I looked in my kitchen I was pleasantly surprised to see my sweet husband pulling out freshly baked bread from the oven in a newly cleaned kitchen. What a sweet present! He came over and whispered that he wanted to do something he knew I would appreciate, since he couldn’t get me any presents this year. I told him I wanted to show him something upstairs. We went upstairs, and I showed him the something, and asked him how many lines he saw. “Two” was his response. “That’s what I thought, too. I just wanted a second opinion.” I watched gleefully as the light went on in his eyes and he looked at me. It was a test unlike those I had taken in the past, and he didn’t recognize it at first, for what it was. “I guess I did give you a birthday present.” “Yep, and thank you!”

I love birthday presents like this!