Thanks for a fun night girls.
It is a happy thing when thirteen year old girls don't mind
sighing, ohhing, ahhing, laughing and cheering
beside a 41 one year old mom.
Stories like this absolutely suck me in and then it consumes my thoughts for hours. The safety of my children and the thought of ever seeing them hurting so deeply and being so scared just puts me at a standstill. So that I can function today, I need to move on so I'm posting my grateful moment now.
They had to create a piece of pottery that the Zuni Indian tribe might have crafted.
Driving home he asked if it was possible to get an art scholarship.
I love the power, peace and emotion that washes over me when the Hymns are sung. It is one of my favorite parts of the Sabbath Day.
I'm grateful for yet another responsible child.
Davis had a big project due at school. If you know Davis, he is a project machine. He had a clear vision of what he wanted to accomplish and with little help from his sometimes project interfering parents - did an amazing job on his Papago dwelling.
You can hardly see it in these pictures, but there is a knife and slingshot that he crafted as well. I love this kid!
I am grateful for our neighborhood elementary school. This is our third year at Highland Park and we couldn't be more happy. My children's teachers have been nothing short of top notch. Our principal is truly outstanding. And really, the entire staff has been a pleasure to associate with. Our Dinner and a Movie event tonight was great fun and I'm lucky to work beside great parents and families who make such a difference in our little neighborhood.
I'm grateful for the November issue of the Ensign.
This General Conference was filled with such inspiring words for me. I just reread President Monson's talk Finding Joy in the Journey. I was again touched by his genuine love and felt a resurgence of happiness for this journey called LIFE.
This is our one and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and non-existent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now. ~ President Monson
I'm grateful for the opportunity to give service.
I'm grateful for the chance it gives you to look outside of yourself.
I'm grateful that it gives you pause to count your blessings.
I'm grateful that to this point in our lives, we have never had to know the greatness of a facility such as this. And I'm grateful to now have walked the halls, fed the tired and weary, and listened to stories I hope to never experience myself.
(Thank goodness his darling and sweet as can be wife puts up with him so well)
my brother Jim!
This came from a friend in California who is fighting the battle on Propitition 8 (our prop. 102) in her state. In light of the election today and the priviledge to vote I wanted to share this.
"The Church is like a great caravan--organized, prepared, following an appointed course, with its captains of tens and captains of hundreds all in place. What does it matter if a few barking dogs snap at the heels of the weary travelers? Or that predators claim those few who fall by the way? The caravan moves on. Is there a ravine to cross, a miry mud hole to pull through, a steep grade to climb? So be it. The oxen are strong and the teamsters wise. The caravan moves on. Are there storms that rage along the way, floods that wash away the bridges, deserts to cross, and rivers to ford? Such is life in this fallen sphere. The caravan moves on. Ahead is the celestial city, the eternal Zion of our God, where all who maintain their position in the caravan shall find food and drink and rest. Thank God that the caravan moves on!"
[Bruce R. McConkie, "The Caravan Moves On," Ensign, Nov. 1984, p. 85]
She added a final thought that is worthy of passing along as well:
Win or lose, the caravan will move on!
I'm grateful for the principle of effort and results.
to the jars
to the canner
Here is a video by East Valley Productions of Claire and Jane Nielson singing at the benefit concert this past Saturday. The song is called Golden Slumbers:
http://www.eastvalleyproductions.com/player.cfm?media=/movies/Nie/Glendhill
I absolutely love the way they are holding each others hands ~ so tight, never to let go. I wish I had a sister.
Enjoy!
If you want to learn about this inspiring story, you can find a wonderful article here.
I'll apologize now for my pictures. My digital is just a simple throw in your purse, point and shoot kinda thing but I wanted to share these anyway.
I even had a front row seat just off center. I sat five chairs away from the family. My favorite part of the evening was watching them thoroughly enjoy the festivities.
I thought this concert might be quite sad and that tears would spill over.
And over.
And over.
But that was not the case. This evening was nothing short of a
JOYOUS CELEBRATION!
This was our host for the night.
Chup.
Which rhymes with 'hoop'
and not 'pup' like I thought.
He was funny and engaging.
Mindy Gledhill is a beautiful artist.
Her voice is easy and smooth.
She is an LDS artist and I assumed that would be evident in her music and lyrics. You know,
the sterotypical 'mormon rock' sound that sometimes is a bit too much. At least for me, hearing words sung of my Savior mixed with drums and heavy guitar riffs is really not my thing.
But I was surprised and listening was a pleasure.
Just beautiful music filled with fun, love, hope and happiness.
At one point she had the audience on their feet.
Clapping and dancing and singing at the top of their voices.
The family was so much fun to watch!
