"'Our family’s faith is in Jesus Christ and is not dependent on outcomes.' ...We do all that we can for the healing of a loved one, and then we trust in the Lord for the outcome."
- Elder Dallin H. Oaks

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

I've been tagged!

So I was tagged by my sweet cousin Cassidy. I love reading other people's, so I posted it in my side bar for anyone who is interested.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Women's conference

Sorry, this might be kind of long... I have a lot going through my head...
I don't really have any pictures to post, and actually that is my favorite part of other's blogs. But, I just have to comment about today's women's conference. If anyone went, I would love to hear your thoughts.
You know how sometimes it feels like you go, not really sure what to expect, but then you realize there is something that feels like it was meant for you? Well, that was my experience today.
A musical power point presentation introduced the theme for the conference. It was so good. A quote from President Benson was in the middle and I had to search the Internet to find it. He said, "Men and women who turn their lives over to God will find out that he can make a lot more out of their lives than they can. He will deepen their joys, expand their vision, quicken their minds, strengthen their muscles, lift their spirits, multiply their blessings, increase their opportunities, comfort their souls, raise up friends, and pour out peace. Whoever will lose his life to God will find he has eternal life."
Eleven blessings are promised if we turn our lives over to Heavenly Father. Eleven. All eleven are blessings that I desperately need as a mother, a wife, a friend-- a person. Today I have a new-found resolve to try harder to do those things, to make those changes, to live my life in such a way that I am turning to God. It seems like it should be simple, but somehow I get caught up in the everyday.
Almost two years ago, I was called to teach the Sunday School lessons in our ward. I was SO scared to teach the adults. I couldn't figure out how they would move me from the nursery, where I was teaching two-year-olds, to Sunday School for the adults. It ended up being a huge blessing for me. I am not sure how it worked out for those who had to hear my lessons every other week, but it was a blessing for me. I have since been called back into the primary, but today during the women's conference I remembered preparing for one of my Sunday School lessons. A Kenneth Cope song I had just become familiar with weighed heavily on my mind throughout that week, and I decided to share it with my lesson. The words to the song have been revolving in my mind ever since the quote from President Benson sunk into my emotions. I won't share all of the lyrics, because I guess this is getting long, but I will share the verses that I feel especially appropriate:
"Weak and wounded sinner, lost and left to die. Oh, raise your head for love is passing by. Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, come to Jesus and live! Sometimes the way is lonely, and steep and filled with pain. So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then cry to Jesus, cry to Jesus, cry to Jesus and live!"

Friday, March 7, 2008

Funny McKay

I have so many things that I want to post about, but for now I'll have to talk about McKay. Especially after tonight's conversation. Today was one of those "no nap" days and he fell asleep on the couch at 5:00. GREAT! I hate that. Anyway, he woke up a little after six and so he is still awake... at 10:00. I went to go tell him to get back in bed and he wanted me to sleep with him. (For your information, this is a frequent request) So here's how the conversation went:
Me: McKay, you are a big boy. You need to sleep on your own.

McKay: No, I not big. Wook, I'm stiw wittow.

Me: If you are still little, then maybe we need to take away all your big boy things. You can sleep in a baby crib like Benson, and we'll take all your big boy toys away too.

McKay: (shrugging his shoulders) You can put them in a basket if you want.

PERFECT! My three year old has just outsmarted me, again. So, I just gave him a love and a kiss and told him he needed to go to bed. Then I gave him one big squeeze. He looked at me and said, "Mom, don't squish out my eggs." (He had eggs for dinner)

Second story: this will explain the pictures. If anyone remembers a previous post called, "Men in tights" McKay has this weird fascination with nylons and tights. I guess because it makes your legs look different, but not too different. Because of a previous conversation with my Mom, he keeps calling them church socks. He took some from her house and one day put them on without my knowledge. When friends came over, they noticed before me. Embarrassing? Yeah. So, I decided to buy him some church socks of his own. (By church socks, I mean literally, dress socks for boys) So these are the before and after pictures.