Two Very Special Girls

Abby was asked to give a talk in Primary on Sunday. The theme was My Love for Jesus Grows When Studying the Scriptures. So I thought I would ask Abby what her thoughts are about reading scriptures, and how she feels about Jesus and the scriptures. I was amazed with her answers. So, after listening to her I put her words into the talk.

When I read the scriptures I am doing what Jesus asks me to do.

When I read the scriptures I learn how I should be.

I feel like being respectful,

I feel like I should love others,

and say sorry.

I feel like doing nice things for others.

Scriptures help you learn about the Holy Ghost, Jesus and Heavenly Father.

(I thought up this part.)

We read in Doctrine and Covenants Section 4 verse 6, "Remember faith,

Virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience, brotherly kindness,

godliness, charity, humility, diligence."

As we read the scriptures, we feel close to Jesus and he tells us how

we need to be.

In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Later on that day, Emma came up to me and said, "Mom, I just don't think I can handle listening to another talk, or practicing the primary program again." I asked, "why do you say that?" Emma says with a very frustrated tone, "because, when Abby said her talk I felt like I was going to cry! I just wanted to run out of there! Then when everyone gave their part for the program, I felt like crying still. The teachers in the front called me up and they asked if something was wrong, I told them I was fine. But they kept asking me. I just don't think I can do it again!" I asked her why she thought she felt like crying, she said, "I don't know I wasn't sad." I said, "Do you think it could have been the spirit (Holy Ghost) telling you that the things you were hearing were true?" She said, "Yes Mom, that is what it was. I just don't think I could do it again. It is so embarrassing!"

Later that night we sat down to read scriptures, we read in 2 Nephi 3:21. They are speaking of Joseph Smith and how Heavenly Father can make weak things strong. It says, "and the weakness of their words will I make strong in their faith." I felt like I needed to broaden on that. So I told them how I felt as a missionary. I was sooooo shy, someone would look at me and I felt like crying, my face would get bright red. I wondered how I would be able to go up to strangers and tell them about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Oh it was so scary! I told them that I was able to feel the power of our Heavenly Father work in me. I would open my mouth and I would speak words that would pierce peoples hearts, for the good. I told them that even when we feel weak we can be made strong through Heavenly Father. Emma was so cute, she said, "Mom, why does it keep happening today?"

I am so thankful that we are reading the scriptures again and I am so thankful that Emma is able to talk to me openly and I am so grateful that Emma can experience this at such a young age. And that she is such a good example to her brothers and sisters.

Baby

I switched doctors this past week. I was tired of going in to the doctors office feeling like a number rather than a person. The doctor's never seemed happy to see you, it was hard to get them to smile at me. And the ultrasound tech, wow she was something else... Lets just say I am so glad that I made this switch, I haven't met the doctor yet but everything I hear about him I like. They talk to me about my situation, not statistically speaking which is sooo nice.

When I delivered Jacob he was a 9 pound baby. His head came out fine but his shoulders just didn't want to. So, he ended up breaking his clavicle. He is fine and always has been. He is a very tough boy!! So, the new doctors office is saying that they would like to have an ultra sound done at 35 or 36 weeks, so they can see how big the baby has gotten and then they can find out if we need to induce labor or what we will need to do so we can avoid broken bones, and a difficult labor and delivery. So, right now I am 26 weeks along. That means that if they do need to induce labor we could have a baby in about 12 weeks. Can I just ask, how did this pregnancy go so fast? Where has this year gone?

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Pa and I have been going to a parenting class. It goes for 6 weeks it is call, Learning to Parent with Love and Logic. I like what I am learning. But it is hard to go against my helicopter mom style of parenting. I really want to be there for my kids and help them any way that I can. And at the class they are saying to give the child choices (that is good), and to let them mess up and even hope that they mess up so they are wiser as they grow older (this makes sense too). The sad thing is that all the things I have been learning makes total sense, I just want to "do" more for my kids, pick up after them, pick out their clothes in the morning, nag them about getting things done (because I don't want to use my energy to follow threw with the consequence). I have a lot to work on...

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I have been thinking a lot lately about the signs of the times. About what has been going on with our government and what has been going on with we the people. So many of us have lost our jobs, our cars, our homes. Even though it is tough, it is kind of exciting. Because we are a part of history. I think about the great depression and how our ancestors wrote in their journals about how hard it was and how they were able to get thru. Right now we could really use their advice, their stories. Things that our grandparents have told us for years all those things that have been ignored because they were too old fashioned, well, now it really is time to listen to those that have gone before us. It is exciting to think that we get to experience all this.

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I get to go to the temple and clean it for 3 hours next week. What an honor, what a privilege.

Some might think I am crazy to think this, but I find it an honor when I am even able to clean a chapel. The respect that I feel towards these buildings, I am excited to be a part of a cleaning crew.

Gotta get!