Saturday, October 5, 2013

conference quotes

Conference today was yet another confirmation to me that my Heavenly Father knows each of us very personally and that he knows our needs.  We had a family home evening (yes, every now and again we have family home evening) about preparing for conference but writing down questions or problems that we needed help with.  My heart was very full as I saw our divinely inspired leaders working through the spirit to help us each so individually.  I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who wants us to be happy and tries in so many ways to guide us through this life.  

Here are a few of the quotes that I especially loved from conference:

"Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith"   -Dieter F. Uchdorf

“The Church is designed to nourish the imperfect, the struggling, and the exhausted.” 
Dieter F. Uchtdorf

“When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time.” Neal A. Maxwell

“Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.”
Margaret Nadauld

Sunday, May 12, 2013

family history whenever I darn well please it day

I am so excited about my recent family history discovery that I've decided it can't wait until Friday. I have to start back a couple of years for you to appreciate the truly cool nature of this. :) When Rachel and I were preparing for our trip to China and Korea a couple of years ago, I had a friend encourage me to video tape a lot while we were there. After debating about hauling an extra camera around, I remembered that my camera has video capability! (Yes, my memory is always that bad) I ordered some super big 32 gb cards to give me lots of storage space but really didn't video tape much of anything. (Ok, scratch that. We do have some pretty cute baby videos from starfish) On our last night in Daegu with Chris' dear sweet grandma, Chris' mom pulls out her Dad's "jokbo" (a huge book of family history going back to 1566) and says I might like it. I remember being so thrilled and thinking "I MIGHT like it??" We were leaving the Seoul at 11 the next morning and from the binding of the book, I know I wasn't going to be able to take it to get copies.  I thought about how I would be able to get the records in this jokbo home ALL night long until I had the simplistically awesome inspiration to photography each page. (yep, using those lovely memory cards!)

Skip ahead to two years later.  The jokbo has sat on my hard drive, untouched.  I was, once again, inspired to tap into our dear sweet exchange student as a resource to understand our Korean family history.  I wish I had been inspired a little earlier as she is leaving in a month, but I'm hoping that she will teach me how to fish between now and then.  She has helped me understand a lot of the basics and also helped me find a few great resources for Korean family history! (wanna translate a chinese character into Korean?  want a book with great english explanations to  the different parts of the jokbo?)  The book that I have goes to the 21st generation, which starts in 1566 and ends in the 37th generation.  I would love to know how to get the other book that goes even further back, BUT the 1400 pages of this book could keep us busy for a while.  Never has a Korean class been so tempting to me!

Bottom line, this Korean genealogy hurts my brain.   I can do a little each night before I want to pull out my hair because I am translating from Chinese (that I don't know) to Korean (that I don't know) to English.  Sigh.  Rewarding?  Oh, yeah!  And this weekend I taught Chloe and Autumn beginning jokbo translating lessons and Rachel has put her limited knowledge of Chinese characters (numbers) to use. They are in charge of translating dates while I get the places and names. I got the short end of the stick, but not for long.  Pretty soon they will be jokbo queens.  :)  And Rachel announced in sacrament meeting that I am "in the middle of translating our Korean genealogy book", so I better get past the first page!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

the happiest trip on earth

Last week our family took a trip to the happiest place on earth. (debatable about it actually being the happiest place, but it IS definitely the happiest theme park as we also went to Six Flags, which stunk in the happiest category!)  This involved two Sundays of me driving 7-10 hours instead of attending our normal church services, which really bummed me out.  I couldn't figure out a way to avoid it, but I sure do hate traveling on Sunday.   In young women's this year, the theme is "Stand Ye in Holy Places" and we've talked with the young women (girls from the ages of 12-18) about how this doesn't just mean hanging out at the temple 24-7, but it also means to learn how to create holy places in our own life.
I decided to apply this to our trip and looked for ways to make our car trip a holy place.

Sometimes I hate technology and sometimes I just love it so stinking much!  I had my lovely iphone loaded up with the latest general conference talks, hymns from the mormon tabernacle choir, and my favorite Sunday Variety playlist. (which is fabulous, if I do say so myself)  With a 7 hour car ride ahead of me, I started with conference and basically played it until the kids wanted something new. (they lasted pretty long!)  And then I brought in the music.  I love that the spirit can fill a car, a house, a room....anywhere that you invite him.  My car really became a holy place as we made room in our day for the spirit.  I felt my Savior's love as I listened to the words of the Prophet and to the many songs that sing of our Savior.  It was such a spiritual experience to feel the promptings of the spirit as I had opened up my heart.  I had opened up the door to personal revelation as I was (rather unsafely) jotting down tidbits of inspiration that I was receiving about parenting issues, ideas for young women's, thoughts about different young women in our ward and ways that I could help them and of course, things that I need to work on.

Sometimes, we tend to think of all of the things we shouldn't do.  We shouldn't listen to this music, we shouldn't watch that get the idea.  But I think it is much more important to find the things we should do.  I could have listened to any old music on my iphone and I probably wouldn't have been "hurt" by it.  I keep a dang clean stock of music.  But the music that I listened to on our drive drew me close to my Savior and reminded me (once again!) that he is so aware of each and every one of us and is WAITING for us to reach out to him.

Draw near unto me and I will draw near unto you.  Seek me diligently, and ye shall find me.  Ask and ye shall receive.  Knock and it will be opened unto you.  [D & C 88:63]

Monday, April 8, 2013

general conference recap

Wasn't conference fabulous??  I went in with a few questions and a few thoughts that I was hoping for a little bit of enlightening on and, as always, I was not let down.  Within the first session, there was a talk that was just for me, packaged with a pretty bow and sent with love from our Heavenly Father that was a direct answer to one of my questions.

By the last session (hour 7 of sit down church for a certain 4 and 7 year old...) I had to retreat to the hallways to keep Lilly under wraps.  It seems like Sunday afternoon is always hardest for the littles, but Lilly and I had a little conference recap of our own.  She kept asking about different apostles that we had listened to.  And just in case I felt like the kids were a little wiggly and squirmy and maybe got minimal spiritual nourishment from the weekend, Elise made it all worth it.  Someone from primary came to "interview" her and wish her a happy birthday after conference.  One question was asking what she does that helps her testimony grow, to which Elise answered "General Conference".   When the primary president said something along the lines of her kids playing while they watched conference at home, my sweet seven year old said "We watch it at the stake center. It is so peaceful there."  (On a side note, I told Elise that her reverence at conference was associated to how soon she would get to watch conference in Salt Lake...and she was downright amazing.  Autumn said that she asked some pretty thoughtful  questions about the talks, too.)

Friday, April 5, 2013

family history friday (numero seis)

I know this is not Family History related, but let me do a birthday recap before I get into my f.h. post.  Today, my sweet little Elise has a birthday.  For it, we went clamming in the freezing rain and wind.  Why, you ask, did we go clamming in the freezing rain?  Well, it all started at two this morning.  Sweet Elise came into our room and woke up Chris, saying "Dad, are you ready to go clamming?"  She had wanted clams and crabs for her birthday dinner and had it in her head that Chris would be facilitating that.  What else could we do?  SO Rachel and I rushed to get our clamming licenses, amid sweet comments like "I feel so special that we are going clamming for my birthday" and we gave it our darned best for about 40 minutes.  We left with one tiny little clam.  And then we enjoyed a trip to the Tillamook Cheese Factory, which made it all worth it.   Instead of clams and crab, Chris took her out for sushi. (although this sounds like a good deal for him, it was quite a sacrifice since she was dead set on going to a sushi track restaurant!)  Elise was such a sweet birthday girl.  She was thanking everyone all day long for everything that they did.  She kept saying that this was her best birthday ever and that was even with her lovely clamming trip AND her dream jello birthday cake turned out to be a slushy disaster.  After opening her presents, she went around giving each person a crazy sincere hug and thank you for their gift.  To top off such a sweet day, Elise asked if she could say the prayer since she is the birthday girl.  And it was the purest prayer ever.

Now, to my family history posting.  This weekend is General Conference!  This is a biannual conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that is a time for our prophet and other leaders to speak to us, inspire us, teach us and guide us.  I *love* conference.  I look forward to the answers that I will receive to my prayers, the insight that I gain from the 2 days of inspired speakers and the lovely way that the spirit works to guide my life in the right direction as I listen to conference.  I owe this love, 100% percent, to my parents and I hope to pass this love on to my girls. As far back as I can remember, my parents would haul all six of us kids to the nearest church building to watch all 4 sessions of conference.  I have fond memories of our little picnics at a nearby business park, I remember Thomas S. Monson (who is now our prophet) being my favorite speaker, but most importantly, I remember General Conference always being made a priority in our home.  Thank you, mom and dad, for passing down this legacy.

Monday, April 1, 2013

lillyisms of the day

after asking Lilly to do something, she matter of factly stated "Actually, I would prefer not to."
And to her, that was the final word on the issue.

And the next lillyism comes with a little bit of a disclaimer.  My bad word of choice is crap.  I say it a lot.  Up to now, I have had the luxury of saying it at will while not having to hear my children say it.  Today, for some reason, Lilly made it her word of the day of sorts.  She was saying it all stinking day long!  So we decided to implement a time out for saying crap.  A minute later she says crab, but in a crap sort of way.  And then it was "cra...." when she dropped her pen. (and not the "cra" that was her catching herself, but it was said in a way where she was just trying to circumvent my new rule)
 "But I didn't say crap, mom."  Ugh.

Finally, back to the beginning of the day.  While the older girls were in piano, I decided to take Lilly and Elise to photography a nearby cemetery for Billion Graves.  Two rows into the cemetery, Lilly tells me she needs to go to the bathroom.  This is a pioneer cemetery with no bathroom facilities in it or near it.  I asked her to sit in the car to buy a little time while I finished the row.  (my memory doesn't allow me to stop mid row)  I return to the car and tell the girls to buckle up so we can go find a bathroom.  Lilly told me that she didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore.  I say a silent "yeah!" and bribe them with breakfast burritos to do a few more rows with me.  About thirty minutes later, I notice a suspicious wet mark on Lilly's rear.  When I asked her if she peed in her pants, she matter of factly denied all charges.  When I asked her again, she said that Elise had suggested that she pee in the grass behind the car while they were waiting for me.  Girls, we are not boys.  Peeing in the grass is not something we approach in such a willy nilly fashion.  It requires strategic squatting that shouldn't be attempted without me.  We had a nice talk about when we can and can't pee in the grass.  Cemeteries?  Nope.  And then we drove 15 minutes home and 15 minutes back to piano so we could get Lilly all cleaned up.  Guess what we talked about during the drive?  Yep.  When to pee on the grass and when not to.  I like to drive home a good point.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

family history friday, barely.

It may be 8 minutes past midnight, but I am still awake so we are counting this as a family history friday post that is actually done on Friday.  And THAT is final.

I made the near fatal error of entering Fabric Depot earlier this week.  For those of you who are not familiar with this store, there are three important things to know about it.  1. It is a huge store with decadent fabric all throughout 2. It ruins any future Joann's trips because nothing can compare 3. Luckily, they are located more than an hour away.  So, what does this have to do with family history?  It is a bit of a stretch, but like Dieter F. Uchtdorf and his planes, I think I can pull this off.

I "stopped" in to Fabric Depot because I happened to be on that side of Portland and I was looking for a beautiful family tree panel by my favorite artist, Sarah Jane.  (See, there is a family history connection!)  Alas, they had no Sarah Jane fabric and I was stuck buying a little bit of this and that, all the while rationalizing that each purchase was for an upcoming birthday.  Because Elise is next in line for birthdays in our house, I will show you her project first.  It was a cute design that already had the work done in it for a quilt so I decided to personalize it for her.  I embroidered Gordon B. Hinkley's "be's" throughout the top, leaving her a legacy of values that I hope she will remember as she looks at it. (yet another family history link!)  Because I am a sentimental sort, I did it in my handwriting and signed it for her to remember who made it and when.  Hopefully, this will be an heirloom for her to hold onto throughout the years.

As a little humorous side note, Elise had a little bit of a hormonal day earlier this week.  She was crying about *everything*.  I can help my children work through problems and frustrations but when you start crying about a new problem everytime I help you with the last one, I tend to get a little exasperated.  (just a wee bit.)  On this particular day, I was working on this blanket that Elise doesn't know is for her.  Ironically, I was working on the square below that reads "Be positive".  Hopefully it will help her on her next "the world is about to end" sort of a day.  On this particular day, it gave me a little laugh. (which I needed!)