Monday, the 23rd, was Adam's birthday. He's almost halfway through the teenage years. Where has the time gone????!!!!!???? I can't believe that my "little boy" is not so little any more.
Adam is really growing (around 5'5" now) and maturing (have you heard him speak lately?). He is enjoying school (especially Show Choir, German, and Seminary) and the things that he is learning there (including how to sing AND dance at the same time, while holding hands with a girl! Tee hee!).
He has great friends. His two best friends sent him / took him on a scavenger hunt to find his birthday present from them. They had a fun time planning it for him and he had a fun time going through it. They were glad to return home as it was COLD outside when they did it. His friends' favorite part was the fake gift. They got Adam a very small stuffed animal (we're talking about 1 1/2 inches tall) and acted like that was the gift (for a while). Then, they gave him his real gift -- something they knew he would enjoy ... an iTunes gift card!
He is enjoying experimenting in the kitchen. (The whole family is enjoying that, especially moi!) Tonight, he wanted to make something with salmon, which we purchased a small bit for him and he enjoyed every last bite!
Adam has a way of being able to make everyone in the family smile. He shares his laugh and his love with us very freely.
We are very grateful to have Adam as a part of our family.
~Bobi
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Not Forgotten
Earlier this year, I realized that, come fall, both of my children would be in secondary school. After getting over "I feel so old" and "where has the time gone?", I recognized that my daily schedule would be quite different. I had also been having thoughts about needing to attend the temple on a more regular basis. So, I started thinking about how I might accomplish that. I began to have thoughts about becoming a temple worker.
Just before school began again (which just happened last week, right? -- there is no way it's been 2 months already!), I made an appointment with my bishop and talked to him about becoming a temple worker. After visiting for a bit, he agreed that would be an okay thing for me to do and completed the appropriate paperwork. About a month later, I received a phone call asking me to interview with someone at the temple.
On the appointed day, I arrived at the temple to talk to them about what I could do to serve there. The brother conducting the interview first asked me how long ago I had been divorced. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? Apparently, my bishop had indicated that "yes" I had been divorced, instead of "no" I had NOT been divorced. I even remember the bishop asking me about it. It went like this: "Blah, blah blah...And, you've never been divorced, right?" "Right". So, he marked "yes". After reassuring the brother at the temple that I have been married for 21 years and never been divorced, he fixed the paperwork and then proceeded.
Next question that caused some concern -- "do you have children at home under the age of 18?" Since the answer is "yes", we had to explore that for a while. He explained that the Brethren feel very strongly about having mothers with children in the home be at home when the children are. I told him that my husband was supportive of my desire to serve in the temple and would help get them out the door to school, if necessary. Also, as my children left very early in the morning for school, my desire was to serve in the temple in the morning so as to be home when they returned home from school mid-afternoon.
The brother went on to explain the different positions in the temple where they were looking for help. None of them seemed to really fit. Then, he said, "I see from your background that you have some musical ability." I agreed. He indicated that he believed there was a need for some help playing the organ in the temple. I told him that was something I thought I could do. He promptly took me to meet his wife who tried to contact the sister in charge of the 100+ organists. She told me that there was an opening in the baptistry on Friday mornings from 7:00 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. I let her know that I thought that would fit into my schedule just right. She assured me that she would continue to try to get in touch with the sister in charge and have her contact me directly. She told me that the sister had talked to her just that morning because that spot had been open for a while and she wanted to be sure to get it filled as soon as possible.
What I hadn't shared with ANYONE -- not the bishop, not any of the interviewers, not even Brian -- was that, in my heart of hearts, I wanted to play the organ in the temple. Don't get me wrong. I wanted to serve in the temple wherever they needed me the most. However, ultimately, what I really, really wanted to do was to play the organ. I honestly hadn't even prayed too much about it, because I didn't want to be disappointed, if that wasn't where they needed me.
Prior to my interview with the good brother at the temple, I was beginning to feel that Heavenly Father had forgotten about me. I had been "struggling in the faith", as one scripture writer wrote, what with Brian's employment challenges over the past couple of years and my battle with a skin infection called pyoderma gangrenosum which started in February. (It's on the back of my right calf. The ulcer just keeps getting bigger and bigger. It started out about .5 cm by .5 cm. It's now 5.2 cm by 7 cm. The drugs the doctor has me on aren't working. I've been on Prednisone, a steroid, since April, in addition to some other drugs that aren't working. I am still being treated for it and hope to find a resolution soon. Since this post is not about that, on with the narrative...)
As I left the temple and headed for home, I said a prayer of thanks to my Father in Heaven. I realized that He is aware of me, personally. He hasn't forgotten me. He knew what was in my heart of hearts and answered me in a way that let me know that He knows what I desire, and, as it was a righteous desire, He blessed me with it. I felt quite giddy! Even with all the "stuff" going on, He is aware of me, PERSONALLY. I am not alone down here. I can remain strong and faithful. Everything will turn out just right.
Later that evening, the sister in charge of the organists called me to set up an audition. I auditioned the next Monday and began my shift that very Friday. I have played the organ 3 times now, and enjoyed it very much. I have been surprised at the number of youth that are at the temple early on a Friday morning. I look forward to the morning that my own children will get up and go with me.
I am so grateful for this experience and the loving reminder I received. Thank you for letting me share it with you.
~Bobi
Just before school began again (which just happened last week, right? -- there is no way it's been 2 months already!), I made an appointment with my bishop and talked to him about becoming a temple worker. After visiting for a bit, he agreed that would be an okay thing for me to do and completed the appropriate paperwork. About a month later, I received a phone call asking me to interview with someone at the temple.
On the appointed day, I arrived at the temple to talk to them about what I could do to serve there. The brother conducting the interview first asked me how long ago I had been divorced. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? Apparently, my bishop had indicated that "yes" I had been divorced, instead of "no" I had NOT been divorced. I even remember the bishop asking me about it. It went like this: "Blah, blah blah...And, you've never been divorced, right?" "Right". So, he marked "yes". After reassuring the brother at the temple that I have been married for 21 years and never been divorced, he fixed the paperwork and then proceeded.
Next question that caused some concern -- "do you have children at home under the age of 18?" Since the answer is "yes", we had to explore that for a while. He explained that the Brethren feel very strongly about having mothers with children in the home be at home when the children are. I told him that my husband was supportive of my desire to serve in the temple and would help get them out the door to school, if necessary. Also, as my children left very early in the morning for school, my desire was to serve in the temple in the morning so as to be home when they returned home from school mid-afternoon.
The brother went on to explain the different positions in the temple where they were looking for help. None of them seemed to really fit. Then, he said, "I see from your background that you have some musical ability." I agreed. He indicated that he believed there was a need for some help playing the organ in the temple. I told him that was something I thought I could do. He promptly took me to meet his wife who tried to contact the sister in charge of the 100+ organists. She told me that there was an opening in the baptistry on Friday mornings from 7:00 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. I let her know that I thought that would fit into my schedule just right. She assured me that she would continue to try to get in touch with the sister in charge and have her contact me directly. She told me that the sister had talked to her just that morning because that spot had been open for a while and she wanted to be sure to get it filled as soon as possible.
What I hadn't shared with ANYONE -- not the bishop, not any of the interviewers, not even Brian -- was that, in my heart of hearts, I wanted to play the organ in the temple. Don't get me wrong. I wanted to serve in the temple wherever they needed me the most. However, ultimately, what I really, really wanted to do was to play the organ. I honestly hadn't even prayed too much about it, because I didn't want to be disappointed, if that wasn't where they needed me.
Prior to my interview with the good brother at the temple, I was beginning to feel that Heavenly Father had forgotten about me. I had been "struggling in the faith", as one scripture writer wrote, what with Brian's employment challenges over the past couple of years and my battle with a skin infection called pyoderma gangrenosum which started in February. (It's on the back of my right calf. The ulcer just keeps getting bigger and bigger. It started out about .5 cm by .5 cm. It's now 5.2 cm by 7 cm. The drugs the doctor has me on aren't working. I've been on Prednisone, a steroid, since April, in addition to some other drugs that aren't working. I am still being treated for it and hope to find a resolution soon. Since this post is not about that, on with the narrative...)
As I left the temple and headed for home, I said a prayer of thanks to my Father in Heaven. I realized that He is aware of me, personally. He hasn't forgotten me. He knew what was in my heart of hearts and answered me in a way that let me know that He knows what I desire, and, as it was a righteous desire, He blessed me with it. I felt quite giddy! Even with all the "stuff" going on, He is aware of me, PERSONALLY. I am not alone down here. I can remain strong and faithful. Everything will turn out just right.
Later that evening, the sister in charge of the organists called me to set up an audition. I auditioned the next Monday and began my shift that very Friday. I have played the organ 3 times now, and enjoyed it very much. I have been surprised at the number of youth that are at the temple early on a Friday morning. I look forward to the morning that my own children will get up and go with me.
I am so grateful for this experience and the loving reminder I received. Thank you for letting me share it with you.
~Bobi
Monday, August 17, 2009
Whew!
Since my last post,
We came home from Girls Camp, washed our clothes, repacked, and prepared to drive to Idaho the next day.
Why did we go to Idaho, you may ask, remembering that we had just made a quick trip up and back the previous Friday? This time, we went to celebrate my aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. It was good to reconnect with my dad's family again, for the little bit of time we were there, anyway. Then, we went to my grandparents cabin in Island Park for the rest of Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday morning. We enjoyed spending time there as a family, with 2 of Adam's friends, and 1 of Lyssa's friends. My dad, step-mom, and my aunt and uncle (whose anniversary we just celebrated) came to visit us on Sunday and go to church with us. It was nice to spend that time with them. I had been looking forward to not playing the hymns in Sacrament Meeting (I am serving as my ward organist), but it didn't work out. The man in charge of the meeting came by asking if anyone would be willing to play the hymns and lead the music. My dad volunteered himself to lead and me to play. Ah, well. That's how it goes when you are a member of the largest volunteer organization!
We came home from the cabin Tuesday afternoon. The next morning, Lyssa and I went to the junior high to get her school schedule and locker assignment and find out about lunch and walk around the school so she could find her classrooms and went to her locker so she could get used to opening it. She is so excited to start 7th grade!
Day Camp was a good experience as well, even though the weather didn't cooperate! A cold front came through Friday night, so our plan to be outside all day Saturday, including our plan to swim outside for 2 1/2 hours didn't work out. I was so impressed with the other Girl Scout leaders who were in charge of the event and the plans that were made to make sure that everything that was planned still happened, just indoors! The girls still had a great time, even with the changes. I was grateful for the opportunity to live the life skills of flexibility and adaptability. I was also very grateful that we didn't have any melt downs or problems and that everyone else also demonstrated those life skills so well!
Yesterday marked 21 years of marriage for Brian and I. Wow. Where has the time gone? I can honestly say that I did not forsee our life would be like it is at this point in our married life. However, I wouldn't change a thing. The things we have learned are priceless. We are happy, healthy (for the most part), and still kicking! What more could we want? Our wonderful son, Adam, made breakfast before church and, with Lyssa's, help, made a wonderful candlelight dinner for us to celebrate our anniversary. He is such a stud!
Tomorrow, I get to take Adam to the high school for his schedule and locker assignment and for his school picture. We'll take some time exploring, since this is a new experience for us. Friday, Lyssa gets to go to school for an unofficial first day, where there are only 7th graders in the school, prior to the official start day. This weekend is the ward campout. Sunday is the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Dedication. Then, school officially starts next Monday. Amazing!!!!!! Where did the summer go?
~Bobi
- Lyssa and I went to Girls Camp for 5 days
- The entire family plus 3 friends went to Idaho for about 4 days
- Lyssa got her 7th grade schedule for school
- Lyssa and I participated in Day Camp (for Girl Scouts)
- Brian and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary
We came home from Girls Camp, washed our clothes, repacked, and prepared to drive to Idaho the next day.
Why did we go to Idaho, you may ask, remembering that we had just made a quick trip up and back the previous Friday? This time, we went to celebrate my aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. It was good to reconnect with my dad's family again, for the little bit of time we were there, anyway. Then, we went to my grandparents cabin in Island Park for the rest of Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday morning. We enjoyed spending time there as a family, with 2 of Adam's friends, and 1 of Lyssa's friends. My dad, step-mom, and my aunt and uncle (whose anniversary we just celebrated) came to visit us on Sunday and go to church with us. It was nice to spend that time with them. I had been looking forward to not playing the hymns in Sacrament Meeting (I am serving as my ward organist), but it didn't work out. The man in charge of the meeting came by asking if anyone would be willing to play the hymns and lead the music. My dad volunteered himself to lead and me to play. Ah, well. That's how it goes when you are a member of the largest volunteer organization!
We came home from the cabin Tuesday afternoon. The next morning, Lyssa and I went to the junior high to get her school schedule and locker assignment and find out about lunch and walk around the school so she could find her classrooms and went to her locker so she could get used to opening it. She is so excited to start 7th grade!
Day Camp was a good experience as well, even though the weather didn't cooperate! A cold front came through Friday night, so our plan to be outside all day Saturday, including our plan to swim outside for 2 1/2 hours didn't work out. I was so impressed with the other Girl Scout leaders who were in charge of the event and the plans that were made to make sure that everything that was planned still happened, just indoors! The girls still had a great time, even with the changes. I was grateful for the opportunity to live the life skills of flexibility and adaptability. I was also very grateful that we didn't have any melt downs or problems and that everyone else also demonstrated those life skills so well!
Yesterday marked 21 years of marriage for Brian and I. Wow. Where has the time gone? I can honestly say that I did not forsee our life would be like it is at this point in our married life. However, I wouldn't change a thing. The things we have learned are priceless. We are happy, healthy (for the most part), and still kicking! What more could we want? Our wonderful son, Adam, made breakfast before church and, with Lyssa's, help, made a wonderful candlelight dinner for us to celebrate our anniversary. He is such a stud!
Tomorrow, I get to take Adam to the high school for his schedule and locker assignment and for his school picture. We'll take some time exploring, since this is a new experience for us. Friday, Lyssa gets to go to school for an unofficial first day, where there are only 7th graders in the school, prior to the official start day. This weekend is the ward campout. Sunday is the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Dedication. Then, school officially starts next Monday. Amazing!!!!!! Where did the summer go?
~Bobi
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Circle of Life
The past 8 days have been full of ups and downs.
A week ago yesterday (Saturday), I picked Lyssa and her cousin up from Girl Scout Camp. Two of Lyssa's good friends joined me for the ride to Trefoil Ranch. We got to hear all about the great time they had at camp! The last time Lyssa went to Girl Scout Camp at Trefoil Ranch, I was the absolute last parent to pick up a child. That was pretty sad, especially because I got there only 45 minutes into the pick-up window! Before leaving this time, Lyssa had several conversations with me about not being the last parent to arrive. I had planned to be there right at the start of the pick-up time. Because of picking up Lyssa's two friends, I wasn't there right at the start like I wanted. However, I was there only 20 minutes into the time frame. I'm not sure if that was good or not, because once we arrived, we waited in line, in the car, for another 40 minutes! Yep! You read correctly. We picked Lyssa up at the end of the pick-up time frame. At least there were MANY other girls still waiting to be picked up as there was a very long line even after us!
Anyway, we hurried to my sister's house so that Lyssa and her cousin could shower away their camp smell and put on nice, clean clothes. Then, we all went to a baby shower for my sister. Exciting and fun! Then, we went to my mom's house and hung out for a while, waiting for another of Lyssa's friends to get home from a family reunion so we could go to the new Draper Temple so the girls could do baptisms for the dead. Lyssa, her cousin (first time!), and 3 friends were able to participate. We also had a friend's mom bring Adam and two others (siblings of one of the friends). It was a great experience. It was fun to be there with Lyssa's cousin and to share that with her.
Monday, Brian and I attended the funeral of my mother's sister's husband's brother (my uncle's brother). He had lived with his brother (my uncle) and family for over 20 years. It was very sudden and unexpected. It was nice to hear the stories that friends and family shared of their relationship with him.
This past Wednesday morning, Brian, Adam, Lyssa and I were able to go the Salt Lake Temple to do baptisms for the dead. This was the first time that we went all together as a family. We had all gone, just in smaller combinations. Pretty exciting stuff! Then, Adam and Lyssa hung out in the Youth Room in the Marriage Waiting Room while Brian and I attended the sealing of our cousin/nephew and his new bride. It was very, very nice. We were able to stay for pictures on the temple grounds and then join everyone for the wedding luncheon. We all had jobs to help at the reception as well. Brian scooped ice cream; I kept an eye on the toppings and helped serve the cake; Adam helped with the gifts; and Lyssa got to help clear tables. She even got to wear a frilly apron!
Two days ago (Friday), Brian, Lyssa and I (and my youngest sister) made a quick trip to Hamer, Idaho to attend the funeral of my dad's sister (my aunt). (Adam was at Camp Steiner as a CIT. He was able to come home with our other cousin/nephew -- brother of the groom -- for the wedding.) My aunt had been battling cancer for a while. It was good to see all the family, even though it was a sad occassion that brought us all together. We left at 6:38 a.m. and returned home at 5:03 p.m. Very quick trip!
Anyway, celebrating the excitement of new life in the form of a baby and new life in the form of a marriage sealed for time and all eternity and mourning the loss of a physical body while celebrating a life well lived (twice!) this past week has caused me to stop and ponder a bit about what this life really means. I don't profess to have any answers to any questions that might arise from this type of reflection. What I do know is that our Heavenly Father loves us and is in charge of what happens. All we can do is do our best to live as He would have us live so that when it is time to return home to Him, we can be satisfied with what we did while on this earth.
~Bobi
A week ago yesterday (Saturday), I picked Lyssa and her cousin up from Girl Scout Camp. Two of Lyssa's good friends joined me for the ride to Trefoil Ranch. We got to hear all about the great time they had at camp! The last time Lyssa went to Girl Scout Camp at Trefoil Ranch, I was the absolute last parent to pick up a child. That was pretty sad, especially because I got there only 45 minutes into the pick-up window! Before leaving this time, Lyssa had several conversations with me about not being the last parent to arrive. I had planned to be there right at the start of the pick-up time. Because of picking up Lyssa's two friends, I wasn't there right at the start like I wanted. However, I was there only 20 minutes into the time frame. I'm not sure if that was good or not, because once we arrived, we waited in line, in the car, for another 40 minutes! Yep! You read correctly. We picked Lyssa up at the end of the pick-up time frame. At least there were MANY other girls still waiting to be picked up as there was a very long line even after us!
Anyway, we hurried to my sister's house so that Lyssa and her cousin could shower away their camp smell and put on nice, clean clothes. Then, we all went to a baby shower for my sister. Exciting and fun! Then, we went to my mom's house and hung out for a while, waiting for another of Lyssa's friends to get home from a family reunion so we could go to the new Draper Temple so the girls could do baptisms for the dead. Lyssa, her cousin (first time!), and 3 friends were able to participate. We also had a friend's mom bring Adam and two others (siblings of one of the friends). It was a great experience. It was fun to be there with Lyssa's cousin and to share that with her.
Monday, Brian and I attended the funeral of my mother's sister's husband's brother (my uncle's brother). He had lived with his brother (my uncle) and family for over 20 years. It was very sudden and unexpected. It was nice to hear the stories that friends and family shared of their relationship with him.
This past Wednesday morning, Brian, Adam, Lyssa and I were able to go the Salt Lake Temple to do baptisms for the dead. This was the first time that we went all together as a family. We had all gone, just in smaller combinations. Pretty exciting stuff! Then, Adam and Lyssa hung out in the Youth Room in the Marriage Waiting Room while Brian and I attended the sealing of our cousin/nephew and his new bride. It was very, very nice. We were able to stay for pictures on the temple grounds and then join everyone for the wedding luncheon. We all had jobs to help at the reception as well. Brian scooped ice cream; I kept an eye on the toppings and helped serve the cake; Adam helped with the gifts; and Lyssa got to help clear tables. She even got to wear a frilly apron!
Two days ago (Friday), Brian, Lyssa and I (and my youngest sister) made a quick trip to Hamer, Idaho to attend the funeral of my dad's sister (my aunt). (Adam was at Camp Steiner as a CIT. He was able to come home with our other cousin/nephew -- brother of the groom -- for the wedding.) My aunt had been battling cancer for a while. It was good to see all the family, even though it was a sad occassion that brought us all together. We left at 6:38 a.m. and returned home at 5:03 p.m. Very quick trip!
Anyway, celebrating the excitement of new life in the form of a baby and new life in the form of a marriage sealed for time and all eternity and mourning the loss of a physical body while celebrating a life well lived (twice!) this past week has caused me to stop and ponder a bit about what this life really means. I don't profess to have any answers to any questions that might arise from this type of reflection. What I do know is that our Heavenly Father loves us and is in charge of what happens. All we can do is do our best to live as He would have us live so that when it is time to return home to Him, we can be satisfied with what we did while on this earth.
~Bobi
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Reading is Fun
Those who know me know that I love to read. I always have a book that I am reading. The current book goes with me everywhere. I read every possible moment. I am even a member of a couple of book clubs.
This morning, as I was reading in the criptures, it really hit home with me about how much I love to read! I love the printed word. I enjoy learning new things. I enjoy being entertained. I enjoy trying to figure out the mystery. I love that there are so many books to be read. I am so grateful for authors who have thoughts that they put down on paper and turn them into books that I can read. I love that there are so many books out there that were written a long time ago (think Little Women or Anne of Green Gables) that are timeless.
I am currently reading the second book in a series. The series, and the name of the first book, is called The Mother-Daughter Book Club. The second book is called Much Ado About Anne.
Funny side note: Lyssa and I have participated in a Mother/Daughter Book Club sponsored by the County Library system for the last 4 years. We read The Mother-Daughter Book Club for our last meeting in May. We were at Grandma Camp's house, getting ready to leave to go to our last meeting. We had been talking about our Mother/Daughter Book Club. Grandma asked if we had read the book. We said yes. She asked the name of the book. Lyssa said, "The Mother-Daughter Book Club." Grandma said, "I know. What was the name of the book?" Lyssa said again, "The Mother-Daughter Book Club." I started laughing, because I realized that Grandma thought Lyssa was still talking about where we were going and didn't realize that she was now saying the name of the book!
Anyway, the first book is a story about four girls and their mothers who start a Mother-Daughter Book Club. They took an entire year to read Louisa May Alcott's Little Women. The overall story is about the four girls and their experiences in 6th grade. The author does a good job of relating experiences from Little Women to the four girls and the experiences they are having. In the second book, the girls and their mothers are reading the Anne books by L.M. Montgomery. The author is again using quotes and experiences from the Anne books as she tells the continuing story of the four girls who are now in 7th grade. I was thinking about how these books (the Anne books and Little Women) were written 100 years ago or more, and yet the messages and the experiences are still applicable to today.
The same thing happens with the scriptures. Isn't it great that the things we read today that were written hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years ago still apply today? I guess truth is truth, no matter where you find it!
~Bobi
This morning, as I was reading in the criptures, it really hit home with me about how much I love to read! I love the printed word. I enjoy learning new things. I enjoy being entertained. I enjoy trying to figure out the mystery. I love that there are so many books to be read. I am so grateful for authors who have thoughts that they put down on paper and turn them into books that I can read. I love that there are so many books out there that were written a long time ago (think Little Women or Anne of Green Gables) that are timeless.
I am currently reading the second book in a series. The series, and the name of the first book, is called The Mother-Daughter Book Club. The second book is called Much Ado About Anne.
Funny side note: Lyssa and I have participated in a Mother/Daughter Book Club sponsored by the County Library system for the last 4 years. We read The Mother-Daughter Book Club for our last meeting in May. We were at Grandma Camp's house, getting ready to leave to go to our last meeting. We had been talking about our Mother/Daughter Book Club. Grandma asked if we had read the book. We said yes. She asked the name of the book. Lyssa said, "The Mother-Daughter Book Club." Grandma said, "I know. What was the name of the book?" Lyssa said again, "The Mother-Daughter Book Club." I started laughing, because I realized that Grandma thought Lyssa was still talking about where we were going and didn't realize that she was now saying the name of the book!
Anyway, the first book is a story about four girls and their mothers who start a Mother-Daughter Book Club. They took an entire year to read Louisa May Alcott's Little Women. The overall story is about the four girls and their experiences in 6th grade. The author does a good job of relating experiences from Little Women to the four girls and the experiences they are having. In the second book, the girls and their mothers are reading the Anne books by L.M. Montgomery. The author is again using quotes and experiences from the Anne books as she tells the continuing story of the four girls who are now in 7th grade. I was thinking about how these books (the Anne books and Little Women) were written 100 years ago or more, and yet the messages and the experiences are still applicable to today.
The same thing happens with the scriptures. Isn't it great that the things we read today that were written hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years ago still apply today? I guess truth is truth, no matter where you find it!
~Bobi
Monday, June 22, 2009
Life is So Fragile
A very good friend of mine had a pulmonary embollism Saturday morning. She was 26 weeks pregnant with a little boy. She and her husband were so excited to bring this new little life into this world. Today, the decision was made to take her off life support. She passed away shortly after. She was only twenty-something!
I met her when I was assigned to be her visiting teacher several years ago. She didn't want anything to do with me for a very long time. As I continued to call her and ask to visit with her, she finally let me and my companion in the door. Her sweet husband joined us during our conversations. One of the things that I recognized from the very first was how much he loved her. He was not a member of the LDS Church at that time. Over the course of a couple of years, they got married, he investigated and joined the Church, they were sealed in the temple. They are wonderful people! It is so hard to believe she is gone. My heart is breaking for him. I am so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their lives.
~Bobi
I met her when I was assigned to be her visiting teacher several years ago. She didn't want anything to do with me for a very long time. As I continued to call her and ask to visit with her, she finally let me and my companion in the door. Her sweet husband joined us during our conversations. One of the things that I recognized from the very first was how much he loved her. He was not a member of the LDS Church at that time. Over the course of a couple of years, they got married, he investigated and joined the Church, they were sealed in the temple. They are wonderful people! It is so hard to believe she is gone. My heart is breaking for him. I am so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their lives.
~Bobi
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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Lyssa said the following yesterday, after her first experience doing baptisms for the dead. We were able to take her to the Jordan River Temple. We each did 15 confirmations. Brian was able to baptize her for 15 people.
Me: So, how do you feel?
Lyssa (in an extremely happy voice): That was so great!!!! It was like going on a new ride at Lagoon, only, you know, more spiritual!!!!!
~Bobi
Me: So, how do you feel?
Lyssa (in an extremely happy voice): That was so great!!!! It was like going on a new ride at Lagoon, only, you know, more spiritual!!!!!
~Bobi
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