Try A Little Kindness

Today, I am posting over at Mormon Mommy Blogs as well as my usual post on this site.  I hope you have a moment to go and read it.  Have a wonderful day!

The Daffodil Principle

I was searching the internet  for an idea for a post today and found this story.  It is actually one of my favorites.  I hope that you enjoy the thought and that it encourages you to change whatever needs changing in your life, today.

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!

The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car." How far will we have to drive?" "Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this." After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. 

The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.

I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun-one bulb at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time-often just one baby-step at a time - and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

So many of us get wrapped into our yesterdays with all of the should'a, could'a, would'a, things that go with that.  We can be so hard on ourselves and our mistakes.  The truth of the matter is that none of us are perfect.  None of us can change the past, we can't change the things we did or the things that were done to us.  But every one of us can start today and change the direction we are going.  We can change our path, and we can even change the ending of it.  We just have to start.  So, start today and do something that will benefit someone else.  Do something that you have always wanted to do.  Plant a few daffodil's in your life and see what kind of beauty you can bring to pass.

Sunday Devotional - Giving Thanks

As Thanksgiving approaches, our minds turn to the subject of gratitude. In the most recent General Conference, our prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, talked about the importance of gratitude. He started his sermon with a story from Luke 17 in the Bible. This chapter tells of Jesus Christ who encountered ten lepers. They pleaded with him to heal them of their lepresy, so they could return to their previous lives. Jesus instructed them to show themselves to the priests, which they did. They were healed, but only one turned back to thank Jesus for His service to them. Jesus noted the gratitude of the man and blessed him for it.

It was not that Jesus needed their gratitude. It was that the men needed to be grateful. Being thankful and noting that their blessings come from God, not their own doing, helps them to continue on the path to their Heavenly Father. Only when we recognize His hand in our lives can we become everything God wants us to be.

As we start our week of Thanksgiving, let us not forget the give gratitude to those who have influenced out lives and let us remember to be thankful for the small everyday gifts that we receive.  I have found that when I am truly grateful for the small things in my life, I can see and appreciate the other things that are always there if I only take the time to look.  All roads have led me here.  I am so thankful for the place I am in.  

"And in nothing doth man offend God, or against none is his wrath kindled, save those who confess not his hand in all things, and obey not his commandments" (D&C 59:21). 

A Simple Moment

This Moment

A single photo (or two) – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment that brings a smile to my lips, and joy to my heart.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

The Modesty Freckle

Today,  I am going to do a repost of an article I wrote several months ago and it was published on Mormon Mommy Blogs, where I am a regular contributor.  I love to write and do not usually write the same articles on the sites that I write for.  However, this was one of my favorites and I wanted to share it with you.  I hope you like it as much as I do. 

My children were just in a play put on by the local college. The play was "101 Dalmations". It has always been one of my favorites. The kids all practiced and worked and auditioned. Anya was a chihuahua, Kayla was a poodle (french, I might add) and Miracle was the woman, Anita, in the play. They each had lines and costumes and they had so much fun! Everyday was an adventure with laughter and smiles, so you can imagine my consternation when Miracle came home one day with tears in her eyes.


"What is the matter, darling?"
"Nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothing to me?" (My standard reply to that answer).
"Something happened at play practice today and I don't know what to do about it."
"So, would you like a little help with that nothing?"
She smiled through her tear blurred eyes, and then told me how her costume did not have sleeves.
It was three fingers wide across her shoulders, but there were no sleeves.

Now, I don't know what rules anyone else has in their families. I don't want anyone else to think that I am judging them because their choice is different than mine. I don't know how you feel about sleeveless. I sometimes don't even know how I feel about it. But this is a choice we have made for these little girls.
We have decided that, for our family, it works best if we all have the same dresscode. I believe that if I raise them to go to the Temple, they will go. I want them to have those blessings and not have to buy new wardrobes on that most sacred of days. So, from the time they are born, my little girls have not worn sleeveless dresses or two piece swimming suits. They have not worn shorts above their knees. As you can see, we take our modesty very seriously around here.
This is the difficulty that Miracle found herself in. The costume she was supposed to wear was sleeveless. She asked me what she should do. So, we had a discussion about plays and costumes and how sometimes on stage we had to dress differently than we would normally. I talked to her about the world and how different people had different ideas about what is modest and what is not. Than, asked her how she felt.
She told me that she has a freckle on her arm that no one has ever seen. It is right at the top of her shoulder and is covered by her sleeves. She calls this one of her modesty freckles. Then she told me how she has another freckle just above her knee and how that freckle has never been seen because her shorts, skirts or pants always cover it. She explained to me that both of her freckles could be seen in her costume.
I asked if the hem could be lengthened or if she could wear a shirt under it to cover. She said "no". She told me that the dress was a very dressy dress and it couldn't be altered easily. I asked her what she wanted to do about it and she replied that she did not know and needed to think about it for awhile. I told her that it was up to her and I would support her even if she needed to wear that costume, or even if she ended up with a different part.
Life went on for a week or so, and I did not hear anything more about her freckles or the costume. I am ashamed to admit that I was afraid to ask. You see, I really wanted her to be in the play and I was afraid if she told them she would not wear the costume, they would take her out of that role in the play. I really want my girls to have the experience of theatre, music and dancing. It can bring such joy into their lives.
We went to the play and onto the stage walked my little, young woman, Miracle. Wearing the costume that was originally made for her, with a few alterations.
You see, she is not like her mother. She did not feel good about that dress. So the next day, she went to the director and the costume designer and told them that she did not feel comfortable. That in our family, we don't dress like that. That it is not modest enough for her. Do you know what they did? Those wonderful people (who are not LDS I might add) put sleeves on her dress. They put a ruffle on her slip and it looks like it all goes together. Both her freckles were covered and her face just lit up the stage with joy.

“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” (1 Cor. 15:58.)

We can not hide what we are. (Nor should we ever try!) It shines forth from within us. Today, I learned just how how much of a light we can be!
I learned from my sweet young daughter that we all need to stand on a hill and not be hid. We need to wave our lights proudly and with enthusiasm. We need to stand up for those things we believe in. We need to make that stand with nothing wavering, not in our hearts, nor our minds. We need to KNOW that our prayers will be answered and that we are in the right.
We need to know and understand that He will stand by us as we learn to stand by Him. We need to remember that nothing changes unless we are willing to start that change first within our own hearts.
My daughter taught me that, with a little help from a couple of freckles, you can stand up for the things that are most important to you. Each one of us really can make a difference.

Oh yeah, and you have to admit, that she looks so, well, shiny!

The Scale is Not My Friend

"Don't step on it.....it makes you cry"

As many of you know, I have become a dieting fiend.  I have been eating next to nothing and losing weight that took me years to put on.  I have lost over 40 lbs.  It has been hard, discouraging work.  I would venture to say that it has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. 
Food has always been my way of treating myself.  When we could not afford many things, I could always cook cinnamon rolls from scratch, make up a few cookies, and even experiment with packaged cake mixes.  I love to cook.  I love the smell that wafts through my kitchen when something is baking.  I love the planning, the preparation and the actual event of eating. 
So, dieting has made me change a lot of areas in my life.  It has made me learn patience, tenacity, and will-power.  I still have a ways to go.  I still need to lose some more of the weight before I am through.  I have learned that I will probably have to "diet" all the rest of my life.  It doesn't mean I can never have treats.  After all, moderation should be good in all things!  However, I can't treat myself every day.  I can't eat sugar like it is one of the four food groups.  (And probably the main one at that). 
So, I now have rituals that I go through to give me the motivation I need to continue on this path.  The first one is the weigh in.  As soon as I get up in the morning, I weigh myself on the bathroom scale.  I am always nervous for this part.  Did I eat too much yesterday?  Did I cheat?  Do my pajamas weigh 10 lbs or only 2?  You know, all those fun things that run through your mind.  Yesterday, I stepped on my scale and it read simply "LO".  What????  Seriously??? I have never seen that one before.  Does it miss the days of sagging under my weight?  Why in the world would it say "LO"?  I know that I have not lost THAT much weight.  So, I came to find out that the battery is not working correctly and now I can't weigh myself until I get a new one.  It doesn't show anything except "LO".  What is a woman to do???  I seriously thought about making some Oreo truffels to celebrate.  But, instead, I am still being nearly reasonable.  I only snuck off to Subway for a 6 inch sub!  (Totally not on my diet, but can I just say it was heavenly???)

I think that the Holy Ghost (or Holy Spirit) can be a lot like this little scale.  That so small, quiet inner voice that directs us in the way we should go.  Sometimes it reveals things about us that we do not want to know.  We do not want to face.  We do not want to admit. 
Sometimes, it forces us to see ourselves as we really are and to make changes into what we would really like to be.  Sometimes, that small voice just motivates us to be a little better than we originally thought we could.  It helps us to stretch a littler further.  It helps us to fix what is wrong around us and make it right. 
So today, I am thankful for that quiet inner voice that is willing to lead me, motivate me, and encourage me.  I am thankful that I have been taught to listen and obey.  I am actually thankful that it rarely is silenced.  I am thankful that I have been willing to learn from this peaceful, inner voice.   

At the moment, my motivation to continue this diet is gone.  But I know that I will be heading out to Walmart tonight and looking for a little stinkin battery to put back in the scale.  Because, I have learned a lot from that simple, small appliance that reigns over the bathroom of my house. 
And let me just say for the record, It is so NOT my friend!

Scars in the Soul

Today, I am exhausted.  Work has been hard, and I have had no time for myself.  My workday started at 7:00am and I did not get home until after 8:00pm.  The joys of auditing.  So, forgive me if I just share a story that I found.  I loved it.  I think it is so very true.  Most of all it stirred my soul and reminded me that His love is the very thing that I need most.  He has the scars for me.  I hope that you find some truth in it too and that you think about the scars He bears for you.

Scars

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother, in the house was looking out the window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. >From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my mom wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic, but, the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. If you have Christ in your life, you have become a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins, and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not - and will not - let you go.

Lessons in Photography

Oh, how I love photography.  Taking pictures of people and places and things.  Finding the love and the joy in creating something that looks amazing.  I have rediscovered myself behind the lens of my camera in the past couple of months. 
Once upon a time, many years ago, my ex-husband owed me a lot of money.  He did not have it, so he gave me a camera that he did not use instead.  I learned to take pictures.  I learned about composition.  I learned about color and dynamics.  In short, I learned everything I could about this new gift.  It is probably one of the best gifts that I ever received.  I had very few pictures of my kids at that time.  I never had a nice camera.  For years, not even a cheap camera.  So, this was an amazing gift to someone who had never done photo's before.
I took a class and met someone who loved my composition skills.  I started working with him at weddings and learned what type of pictures people want and will buy.  I learned where to take the film to develop it.  I learned how much to charge.  I learned to be good. 
There was a time for many years when I did pictures on my own.  It was my third job that I used to help support the kids and myself through the difficult years.  I have done weddings, funerals, graduations, family events, and my own children's pictures.  I have learned what I like and what I don't like. 
Times change, and I pretty much got out of the photography business.  Equipment changes, and I could not afford a digital.  Film prices sky rocket and I could not affort the expense of the hobby that no longer paid for itself. 
I have wanted a good camera for a very long time.  Finally, this year, I was able to buy one.  It happens to be my Mother's day, Birthday and Christmas gift for the next ten years!  (at least!)  It is a Nikon D200 and I bought it used.  It has more buttons and dials on it than any camera I have ever used before.  It has more meters and gadgits on it then I have ever imagined.  I find myself in the position where I need to relearn everything that I thought I knew about taking pictures.  This camera is not automatic in any way, (well, except focusing, it will do that if I want it to!).  So, I have to admit that I have never been this perplexed with learning anything. 
Still, I have tenacity, and I will learn!  So, I thought about the ways I could go about learning.  I looked on the internet.  I bought books.  I read about other photographers.  And, finally, I started my own separate blog.  It is a blog about photography.  It is a 365 day journey that I am doing as I learn to take pictures all over again.  It is also much harder than when I learned to take them before.  There is much more to remember than I remembered! 
The funny things is that I am actually learning.  I am doing.  When I look at my pictures, even from a mere two months ago, the changes are there.  Small ones, but changes nevertheless.  I can see a difference.  I don't need to edit as much, or take as many pictures before I find "the perfect one".
I think we each have challenges like my photography.  You have probably heard the old saying "you can't teach an old dog new tricks".  I have found that to be 100% wrong.  It might be a little harder to teach the 'old dog', but they can change just as well as a new one.
We will each face times in our lives when we will need to change.  We will need to risk, to move, to grow, to have an adventure.  Everyone of us face trials and difficulties in life.  But, we can change.  We can't change the past, but we can start today and change the path we are on.  We can even change the ending of it.  It might take a little (or even a lot) of tenacity, but it is possible.
I think it starts when we visualize the end that we want.  Then we look at where we are right now and draw a new path to get there.  For me, that path has led me back to photography.  It has led me closer to family.  It has led me home.
I challenge you to find something in your life that you want to change.  Something that gives you joy.  That makes you feel.  That gives you comfort, challenge and skill.  Then, go and do it.

By the way, if you want to see any of my pictures, you can check them out over at A Moment in Time
this month, every post I am doing is about black and white photography.  I am getting back to basics and learning as I go.  I miss the color, but I am also learning much more about light and shadow.

Two Horses

I was browsing the internet today and found this story.  I love it.  It says exactly what I wanted to say.  I hope you love it too. 

Two Horses
Author unknown

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.
But if you get a closer look you will notice something quite interesting...
One of the horses is blind.
His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made him a safe and comfortable barn to live in.
This alone is pretty amazing.
But if you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. It is coming from a smaller horse in the field.
Attached to the horse's halter is a small, copper-colored bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting he will not be led astray.
When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, he will stop occasionally to look back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect. Or because we have problems or challenges.
He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse, being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.
And at other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.

I think it is also important to add that we each choose how much help we are going to be.  We can choose to stop, wait, and help.  Or we can simply choose to go on without giving of ourselves.  Heavenly Father has given each of us the opportunity to choose what we will do with our lives.  May we each use it to bless others along their way.

Sunday Devotional - Gratitude for All Things

“Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend… when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that’s present — love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure — the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.” –Sarah Ban Breathnach


Today, let us seek to be grateful for what we do have.  My challenge this week is to be grateful everyday for at least one thing.  Focus on what is going right in your life.  Focus on a moment, or a thought, or the answer to prayer.  I have found that the more time I take to be grateful, the more I find in my life to be grateful for.  

A Simple Moment

This Moment

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment that brings a smile to my lips, and joy to my heart.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

The most difficult things

“The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, 'I was wrong.'”
~Sydney J. Harris

I read this the other day, and it really touched my heart with it's truth.  Especially in the disposable world we live in today.  Think about how hard it is to return love for hate.  How difficult it is to be nice, when others around you are not.  Think for a moment how easy it is to follow the crowd.  How much you want to blend in and not be different.  Think how very embarrassing it is to admit that you were wrong and to do your best to make it right.  All of these seemingly simple things seem to me to be the ones that are most difficult to be true to.  And yet, if we are, how much more Christlike would we be?

"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love".  Mother Teresa

Veterans Day

I love Veteran's day.....

On Veterans Day, Americans honor all living military veterans, including the many working moms who are veterans of military service. Here are some other Veterans Day facts you may not know.

Veterans Day is always observed on Nov. 11 with speeches and parades across the U.S. The holiday began as Armistice Day on Nov. 11, 1919, the first anniversary of the end of World War I.

* In 1926, Congress passed a resolution for an annual observance.

* In 1938, Nov. 11 became a national holiday.

* In 1954, President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed legislation changing the name to Veterans Day in order to honor veterans of all American wars.

 Once known as Armistice Day the modern celebration of Veterans Day has its origins in the end of World War I. Rather than a commemoration of war this mid-November legal holiday is intended to coincide with the historic resumption of peace among nations. Naturally those who did not return from the battle front are the focus of much of the interest but living veterans are honored as well.

• November 11, 1919 was the first day Armistice Day was celebrated. Germany signed the armistice slowing the hostilities of WW1 in the 11th month, on the 11th day, during the 11th hour.
• November 11 is both a federal and state holiday.
• June 1, 1954 was when the United States changed the name to Veterans Day, honoring all military veterans.
• Between 1971 and 1977 Veterans Day was celebrated on the fourth Monday of October.
• Arlington National Cemetery has a ceremony every year on Veterans Day honoring those who died during war.
• There are roughly 24 million living veterans.
• During World War II Disney made films for each branch of the United States government.
• 400,000 of the United States Armed Forces died during WWII

Hope you liked these fun facts.  Now go out and say "Thank You" to a Vet.  

Bravery doesn't mean you aren't scared.  It means you go anyway.  

On Bended Knee

A very long time ago, when life was a little harder, I wrote a song.  I have even sang it in public, although I know that I need to rewrite the music someday.  I thought that I would share the words with you today and hope that if you need comfort in your life, you will find what you are seeking.

On Bended Knee
by Patricia A Pitterle

Father, are you listening?
Do you hear the words that I pray?
Can you touch the heart of an anguished soul
Who is uncertain and afraid?
My trials have overcome me.
I can't bear them anymore.
I am seeking for your guidance.
I am knocking at your door.

Father, are you listening?
The need to know is here.
Will you help me walk this storm-tossed sea?
Let me feel your presence near.
On bended knee, with broken heart
I humbly bow my head
I am seeking for your comfort now
I am willing to be led.

Father, I am listening.
I hear the answer to my prayer.
You have eased my pain and suffering.
You have shown me that you care.
When life is or'shadowed with darkness
And light and hope are dim.
I will follow the Savior's teachings
I will walk along with Him.

There is no river I must cross
Or mountain I must climb
That He has not traveled before
Around me His light shines
The darkness parts beneath His gaze.
Life's path once more is clear
Tribulations are more easily born
When shared with one so dear!

Cinderella's Slipper

One Shoe Can Change Your Life

I love all things fairy tale.  I love the happy endings and the happily ever afters.  I love how, though the heroine is surrounded by great trials and tribulations, nevertheless, she pulls through.  (Usually after some help from a Fairy God Mother, or Fairies or some other mythical creature).  To this day, Cinderella is one of my favorite fairy tales.
I love the fact that the entire world seems to be against her.  I love how she is good and kind to others, even when they are not good and kind to her.  I love how, when she is at her very worst moment, someone else steps in and saves the day. 

Child of the pure, unclouded brow 

And dreaming eyes of wonder!

Though time be fleet and I and thou

Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love-gift of a fairy tale.

                                            Lewis Carroll

Don't get me wrong, I know that fairy tales rarely seem to happen in our world, at least from the outside looking in, but how many times has Someone Else come to your rescue?  When you prayed because you were alone, or afraid, or lonely or disappointed.  Did Someone Else answer your prayers?  Did you learn to see things a little differently?  Did you find just the answer you needed in your scriptures?  Or maybe on a talk you were writing or a tape you were listening to?  Or, years later did you see the hand of Someone Else in your life and finally recognize that He is in charge of your happily ever after?  I know that I have.  I have prayed for many things in my life and come to discover that He usually knows what I really need.  All things are answered in His time.  It might be moments or even years later, but they are answered. 

"Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers".  Hans Christian Andersen

If one shoe can change a life, what small simple things can change ours?  What can we do a little better to be the fairytale in someone elses life.  I have come to discover that God uses willing hands to be the answers to prayer.  He uses willing hearts to lift another up out of depression and despair.  He uses us for His purposes, if we will only let Him, and not only does it bless the lives of others, but it blesses our own as well. 

"Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten".


And that is the lesson that I love the most!  C.S. Lewis once said: "Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again".


May you not only read them, but be in them as well and may you go forward and slay your dragons!

All The Water

There is a quote that has stayed with me all the days of my life.  From the time that I first heard it as a youth.  I memorized it and remember it always.  It was told in a Stake Conference where Brother Boyd K Packer was the speaker.  He was talking to the youth and he gave us this poem.

All the water in the world

However hard it tries,

Can never sink the smallest ship

Unless it gets inside.

All the evil in the world

The blackest kind of sin

Can never hurt you one least bit

Unless you let it in.

We have all the power.  We have to choose to let sin in.  It can not come if it cannot find a place there.  I have learned that I can replace the thoughts of temptation, anger, disappointment, or fear with better thoughts.  My chosen way to replace anything is simply with music.

I love the hymns of the Church. They are an inspiration and a protection to me.  I also love good music.  The classics, some contemporary music.  I love Hilary Weeks, Michael McLean, and Mercy River.  There are so many wonderful musicians and composers out there.  Their goal is to help lift you up and bring you closer to your Heavenly Father.  

I know that not all music is good music.  Some can be very destructive.  I have heard songs which I still remember to this day.  I let it in and it does not go away.  Again, it is a choice.  We choose what we let into our ships.  

I find it amazing that Louisa May Alcott was only 14 when she wrote:

A little kingdom I possess, 

Where thoughts and feelings dwell, 

And very hard I find the task 

Of governing it well; … 

I do not ask for any crown 

But that which all may win, 

Nor seek to conquer any world 

Except the one within.

If we would all seek to conquer the world within ourselves, we would ever find ourselves more in tune with our Heavenly Father, more able to follow in His footsteps and more like Him.  

Sunday Devotional - Of Things That Matter Most

It seems as if one of my new favorite speakers at conference time is President Dieter F. Uchtdorf.  This is an excerpt from his talk given at the October 2010 General Conference.  I hope you love it for this Sabbath day as much as I do.  

The story is told that the legendary football coach Vince Lombardi had a ritual he performed on the first day of training. He would hold up a football, show it to the athletes who had been playing the sport for many years, and say, “Gentlemen, . . . this is a football!” He talked about its size and shape, how it can be kicked, carried, or passed. He took the team out onto the empty field and said, “This is a football field.” He walked them around, describing the dimensions, the shape, the rules, and how the game is played.

This coach knew that even these experienced players, and indeed the team, could become great only by mastering the fundamentals. They could spend their time practicing intricate trick plays, but until they mastered the fundamentals of the game, they would never become a championship team.

I think most of us intuitively understand how important the fundamentals are. It is just that we sometimes get distracted by so many things that seem more enticing.

Printed material, wide-ranging media sources, electronic tools and gadgets—all helpful if used properly—can become hurtful diversions or heartless chambers of isolation.

Yet amidst the multitude of voices and choices, the humble Man of Galilee stands with hands outstretched, waiting. His is a simple message: “Come, follow me.”  And He does not speak with a powerful megaphone but with a still, small voice.  It is so easy for the basic gospel message to get lost amidst the deluge of information that hits us from all sides.

The holy scriptures and the spoken word of the living prophets give emphasis to the fundamental principles and doctrines of the gospel. The reason we return to these foundational principles, to the pure doctrines, is because they are the gateway to truths of profound meaning. They are the door to experiences of sublime importance that would otherwise be beyond our capacity to comprehend. These simple, basic principles are the key to living in harmony with God and man. They are the keys to opening the windows of heaven. They lead us to the peace, joy, and understanding that Heavenly Father has promised to His children who hear and obey Him.

My dear brothers and sisters, we would do well to slow down a little, proceed at the optimum speed for our circumstances, focus on the significant, lift up our eyes, and truly see the things that matter most. Let us be mindful of the foundational precepts our Heavenly Father has given to His children that will establish the basis of a rich and fruitful mortal life with promises of eternal happiness. They will teach us to do “all these things . . . in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that [we] should run faster than [we have] strength. [But] it is expedient that [we] should be diligent, [and] thereby . . . win the prize.”

Brothers and sisters, diligently doing the things that matter most will lead us to the Savior of the world. That is why “we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, . . . that [we] may know to what source [we] may look for a remission of [our] sins.”  In the complexity, confusion, and rush of modern living, this is the “more excellent way.”  Of things that matter most

A Simple Moment

This Moment

A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment that brings a smile to my lips, and joy to my heart.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Posting over at MMB

Today, I am posting over at MMB.  It is an article I wrote on the Priesthood.  I hope that you like it.
What The Priesthood Means to Me.

Halloween in the country

 A day of fun activities for the girls (and for me too!)

I love the fact that one of the best ways to strengthen our families is to have fun with them. An important part of living the gospel is doing things together as a family. This has been illustrated to me by the following experience:


One day I asked my daughter to bring her toys inside the house from the front yard. I was astonished when she said she was "too tired." … She was sitting in front of the TV and watching her favorite Disney show.  Then I remembered the previous day, when my daughter had wanted me to play a game with her. What was my answer? I was ‘too tired.’ (I think I was actually doing my blog on the computer).
Days later, I asked my one of my daughters to do the dishes and put them away. She was "too busy." I remembered that I have often been ‘too busy’ to do the things that they want to do.

I have vowed to spend more time with my daughters. Hugging, Kissing and telling them that I love them only goes so far. It doesn't really make them believe it. They needed to play with me too.  They need to see and know that a family can have fun together as well as work together and study together.
Recently we have started playing games together. This is very hard for me as I am not a big game player. (Suffice it to say that it brings back some pretty bad memories).  The current favorite game in my house is called "Spoons". This is a totally crazy card game that they can play anywhere and anytime (as long as we remember to stick extra spoons in the car). They love this game and it means a lot to them that I have started taking the time to play.

With anything that takes effort, a reward comes. My reward came after an especially good half hour with my youngest daughter. She wrapped his arms around my neck, gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and said, "This is the bestest day ever, mom”.
I didn't spend any money, or buy her any presents. I only gave her the thing that she values most of all.... a little bit of my time and attention.

We spend most of our time doing the things we feel are important. Our daily work, our Church callings, our personal time, serving others, home teaching, visiting teaching, and other things that take a lot of time are important. We should recognize that one of the most important things in life is our family, because it is eternal. I know that I have been guilty of expecting my family to understand the constraints on my time. Expecting them to know that I am doing the best that I can do. However, this week especially, I have learned that no matter what our circumstances, we should find time to spend with our families.
I hope that each of us remember to have a little fun with those we love the most!

This past weekend was Halloween and we had a great time together.  The girls all made their own costumes and had a great time doing it.  Creativity was running high in our house for the past several weeks.  Miracle decided to be a little bit morbid this year and be a "Death Ballerina".

Kayla was a ballerina, she did wear tights under her tutu for trick or treat, but she loves wearing her jeans with the tutu for some reason.  She made her tutu and also Anya's.  She did a great job!

Anya was supposed to be a pink ballerina, then she found fairy wings in her closet and so she became a Fairy Ballerina

 

and now for the cute closeups!

And last but not least, the car! The girls decorated it all by themselves and I was not allowed to look until we arrived at the church for trunk or treat!  They had a great time getting ready for all of this and did so much of it on their own this year.  We all had a really good evening handing out candy, taking hay rides, eating hot dogs and just spending time together. 

Hope your Halloween was just as amazing as ours!

Whatever Spiritual Strength

President Henry B Eyring once made the statement, 

"As the forces around us increase in intensity, whatever spiritual strength was once sufficient, will not be enough". 

This quote really touched my heart today. Whatever spiritual strength that I had because of past decisions won't be enough. Whatever study I completed so long ago won't be enough. Whatever would have worked raising my children before, won't be enough today. The forces that are attacking our families, our marriages, our religion are increasing on a day to day basis and all the things we once depended on to keep us safe, won't be enough.  

So, what does this mean for us?  I think it means that we have to be even more concerned, even more vigilant.  We need to really focus on what we want for our families.  We don't have the luxury of watching and waiting for a better moment or a better time or place.  We need to find things today that will teach our children what they need to know. 

 I love that President Eyring also counseled us to ask, on a daily basis:

• Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch me or my family today?
• Did God send a message that was just for me?
• What can I do to preserve that memory for the day that I, and those I love, will need to remember how much God loves us and how much we need Him?

Imagine the changes we could make in our own lives if we consistently ask ourselves these questions.

In my life, I have gotten better at recognizing the hand of the Lord reaching out to me.  I am not sure that I have been as good about pointing it out to those that I love.  I have also not been as good about preserving that memory for my children.  

So, I am trying to document how often I see the Lord's hand in the world around me.  I am bearing testimony that He lives and loves each one of us.  He is here with us.  He is aware of our needs and He answers our prayers.  As I have looked for Him in my life, I have found evidence of Him even more all around me.  I see Him in the large and the small things.  My testimony has increased.  My ability to teach my children of His love has also increased.    

So today, I want to challenge you to ask yourself the same questions that I have asked.  And than find ways that work for you, to preserve your answers.  I have found that the things I write down stay with me much better.  They seem to come back for me to read when I most need them.  

Even though the past things that you have done won't be enough to get you through these times, we can make it through by trusting in the Lord and following His council and teachings.  

President Brigham Young said:

"Stop and let the Spirit,

which God has put into your tabernacles,

take the lead."

I know that as we let Him lead us, He can and will help us to be the people that He needs us to be.  May you find Him always in your daily life.  

One Dirty Little Irish Boy

One of my favorite stories came from my seminary teacher when I was in the ninth grade.  He told us the story of an Elder who served a mission in the British Isles many years ago.  

At the end of his mission this Elder was overheard to say,  "I think my mission has been a failure.  I have labored all my days as a missionary here and I have only baptized one dirty little Irish boy.”

Years later, after his return to his home in Montana, he had a visitor come to his home who asked, “Are you the elder who served a mission in the British Isles in 1873?”

“Yes.”

Then the man went on, “And do you remember having said that you thought your mission was a failure because you had only baptized one dirty little Irish boy?”

He said, “Yes.”

The visitor put out his hand and said, “I would like to shake hands with you. My name is Charles A. Callis, of the Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My records show that I am that dirty little Irish boy that you baptized on your mission.”

Imagine that!  This man only baptized one boy, but that boy went on to influence, literally thousands, of other people throughout the world.  That boy had a large family and served the Lord all his life.  

Today, my post is simply that we never know who we will influence.  We never know what those around us will see and learn.  We don't know what kind of a force for good that we will be.  We each live in the moment, there is no way to know what positive things will happen because we are living the way we should. 

Perhaps I should say that we need to trust in Him and remember that He is always there for us.  He will lead and guide us if we will but turn to Him in faith.  I believe that Heavenly Father will use us to the best of our abilities if we will only trust in Him.  We never know what we can do or be with His help and influence in our lives.  We never know what a child will remember and what changes we will instigate.  

"No matter what circumstances you sisters experience, your influence can be marvelously far-reaching. I believe some of you have a tendency to underestimate your profound capacity for blessing the lives of others. More often than not, it is not on the stage with some public pronouncement but in your example of righteousness and the countless gentle acts of love and kindness done so willingly, so often on a one-to-one basis."
--James E. Faust, "You Are All Heaven Sent," Ensign, Nov. 2002, 110

I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord,
O’er mountain, or plain, or sea;
I’ll say what You want me to say, dear Lord,
I’ll be what You want me to be.

I Remember

I Remember

by Patricia A Pitterle

I remember when

the bishop was so tall

I had to look up at the sky

to see his face,

When Sunday's seemed never to end

and the rest of the week 

sped by

faster than the trains 

that came through the middle of town.

When the children in Sunday School

called me names

until I cried

and from then on

I sat on the last row

all by myself.

I remember when 

faith was a thing I took for granted,

when hope for a brighter tomorrow

was always in my heart

and when love was always ready to bubble over

with another's kind word or smile.

Today, the bishop isn't quite so tall,

Sundays are never long enough

and when I sit in the last row

I am surrounded by little ones who share it with me. 

My faith shines forth from their eyes,

My hopes are forever in their dreams,

And love bubbles over

with squishy hugs and sticky kisses.  

Stripping and Waxing

It has been too long since the floors at my work were cleaned.  We move 1250 lb cages across the tile.  This tears up the wax and leaves large black marks across the surface.  Those marks are not supposed to be there!  I have tried everything to get the marks out.  They don't scrub, they don't strip out.  The only way to get them out is to painstakingly scrape them off the tile.  This is not a fast process.  As a matter of fact, it takes hours (or even days) to complete.

I decided this week that the floors must be done.  So, we have been stripping, scrubbing and scraping.  Finally, it was completed.  The floors were shiny and new looking (well, as new as 20 year old floors can look).  I love the look of a freshly waxed floor.  I love the clean.  I love the way my entire office looks new again.

I think the process of repentance can be a lot like the tile in my office.  The need for cleansing comes as we become soiled from sin.  We get dirty, marked, scuffed, and the marks just don't come off by themselves.  It takes real effort to remove them.  We have to be willing to change ourselves.  We have to be willing to put aside the things that caused the marks.  We sometimes have to find a new way of doing things.  The Savior can then work on our souls and change our hearts.  He can scrape the black marks off and replace them with new wax.  It might not be easy for us to change.  It requires work and effort on our part.  But change is possible.  We can become clean and pure once again.  The Savior stands at the door and knocks.  He is waiting for us to answer the door.  Our commitment to Him begins as we focus on Him.

May we enjoy the Savior's promise through Moroni in the Book of Mormon, Moroni 10:31-33

31 And awake, and arise from the dust, O Jerusalem; yea, and put on thy beautiful garments, O daughter of Zion; and strengthen thy stakes and enlarge thy borders forever, that thou mayest no more be confounded, that the covenants of the Eternal Father which he hath made unto thee, O house of Israel, may be fulfilled.

32 Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise deny the power of God.

33 And again, if ye by the grace of God are perfect in Christ, and deny not his power, then are ye sanctified in Christ by the grace of God, through the shedding of the blood of Christ, which is in the covenant of the Father unto the remission of your sins, that ye become holy, without spot.