Inspiration

I've talked about her on my blog.

My children know her best.

I got to see her speak here.

What a sweetheart.

 Her book, 

Heaven Is Here

will be out April 3rd.

My copy will arrive and

I'm very sure 

laundry will have to wait!

Inspiration comes first. 

Right?

Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin

I feel like a pig.
A pig from the infamous fable,
The Three Little Pigs

Let me explain.

The wolf is to me all the 
ugly, 
foul, 
 immoral,
stuff that  exists in our world.
The wolf can get in so easily.

If the house is not strong

and the pig wants to relax and make things easy for himself.

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The pig with the house of bricks.
He's the pig I want to be.
When the wolf huffs and puffs 
 I exclaim,
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin."
and my house won't budge.
 I am safe inside.

I recite this tale to my daughter when I curl her hair.
I tell it a little differently.
I'm teaching my kids why its safer to keep the wolf away.
Rules and commandments are not restrictive.
They bring safety,
they bring freedom.

So bring it on wolf.
We're building a house of bricks.

Look to live- treatment for the wounded spirit.

My time as a teenager is instructive to me.

The day to day details of my life then are vague.

However, how I felt through those years remains with me.

I'm thankful for this.

It's made me a better mother.

I remember vividly the feelings that overcame me when I made stupid choices.

I remember the feelings that led me to make those stupid choices.

I remember how my spirit suffered.

Like our bodies our spirits can be wounded.

Wounded by 

sin, 

pain, 

anger, 

sorrow,

and

regret.

I sliced my finger once while opening a can of tomato sauce.

I treated the wound, and covered it with a band-aid

It took awhile for it to heal.

 I don't hurt myself physically everyday.

But, everyday my spirit gets "sliced".

  How do I treat the wound?

Through the Atonement.

Through Christ I can heal.

But,

I must confess.

This is not always my first treatment option.

The treatment is easy enough-

Sincere prayer often.

Repentance in those prayers.

Reading, pondering and applying the words of Christ

found in the scriptures.

 Living the commandments of God.

In the past as I've read of Moses and the brazen serpent

I've always been shocked that some did not look so they could live.

Why, when it was so easy?

Today.

I ask this of myself.

Do I look to live?

Spiritual death is all to real.

I see it in the faces of those who don't know the treatment. 

I've been taught.

Repent.

Pray.

Read.

Obey.

Love.

 I find myself turning to other means to treat my wounds.

Artificial means.

Most often the kinds of things 

that dull my senses.

Dull my feelings

or mask them. 

Eating too much.

Surfing the web way too long.

Shopping without $$ (Retail therapy)

I can't see the wounds to my spirit,

but they are very real.

It's not always easy to see,

to feel.

If I'm honest with myself.

If I drown out all the things that pull my attention

from my heart.

If I pray out loud.

I hear,

I feel,

I know that the wounds are there.

I am not perfect.

I get angry.

I get prideful.

I do lots of things that tear at my heart.

My soul gets week.

Diseased if I don't look to live.

I want to overcome.

I want to heal.

I want to be whole.

 

Lessons learned after buying a home

Don't ever let your children, who are in the same school class as the previous owner's children, hear you say that the wall color looks like "dirty peed on underwear".

Don't list the previous owner's water fountain on craigslist without knowing that she is a craigslist junkie and that she already heard how much you hate the wall color of the house.

Only talk about how extremely happy you are to finally be in a nice comfortable home in which you are very grateful for ( even if you have to paint the whole thing)

Don't take it personally when you find out she HATES you- even though you really think you've been nothing but kind.

Oh, and make sure your kids don't bury the old owner's turtle they found in the backyard under the pea gravel to see if it can crawl out, and then let them ride their bikes by the old owner and let them tell her that they buried her old turtle Aaaalive!!!



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Just thinkin.

Been doing a lot of thinking about why I am the way I am.

When life doesn't go my way sometimes I really learn a lot.

I also know that this girl is amazing and wonder if I could be as graceful as she is in the same situation.

I asked myself this as I dealt with what happened to me a few weeks back.

On the 6th I was playing in the yard with my family. We were making ourselves dizzy with our foreheads on a bat. I call the game dizzy bat. We were trying to make our way to a scattered sock left by one of the boys and then run back to base in record time.

Jeff challenged me to beat his time, so I got myself dizzy and also really hurt!!! As soon as I started to run I felt like the ground was a magnet pulling me down. Within seconds I hit the ground and immediately felt like puking, screaming, crying, - and man, I could hardly breath.

So I went a whole weak before I finally ignored my country girl roots and got and X-ray.

Yep, broke my collarbone in a couple of places. Thankfully both breaks were very minimal and hair line in nature.

This is probably what I looked like too many times the last few weeks.

So I learned a few things about myself:

• When I get hurt and restricted from my routine (like being able to get dressed by myself) I'm kinda grumpy.
• I don't like to be down. (kinda knew this from being on bed rest with 3 pregnancies)
• I need to work on patience. (yeah, knew this too, but it was clearly evident)
• Rolling with the punches is not one of my strong points.
• I'd like it to be a strong point. (ANY TIPS)
• I don't like to bother other people with a seemingly small problem.
• When I'm hurt, humbled, and handicapped- I pray more. (That's what happened in the Book of Mormon.)
  
• And last, don't play dizzy bat and run in the backyard! Ha!
  

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