Thursday, January 31, 2008
"It all works out. Don't worry
I say that to myself every morning
It will all work out.
Put your trust in God and move forward
with faith and confidence in the future.
The Lord will not forsake us.
He will not forsake us.
If we will put our trust in Him,
if we will pray to Him,
if we will live worthy of His blessings,
He will hear our prayers."
>> After the devotionals on Sundays we always have movie night. This Sunday
>> almost all 2,000 of us missionaries here stayed and watched "Joseph
>> Smith, Prophet of the Restoration", the one that plays downtown. It is
>> powerful. As I watched what went on, I really really felt my gratitude
>> grow for the early church members grow. I realized how much I loved
>> Joseph Smith. By the end of the movie I was crying. Joseph did so much
>> to bring this church to us, and I wanted to get out there and do
>> everything I could to tell everyone about this message. I can honestly
>> say, with no hesitation or doubt, that I know, independant of any outside
>> source, that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is here on the earth, and it is
>> the only way we can find real temporal peace, and obtain eternal
>> The movie ends with Joseph being martyred in slow motion, and then we see
>> him looking to heaven and the words "Oh Lord, My God" are whispered, and
>> then it goes black. I cannot tell you how much I was feeling, being
>> tangibly touched, by the Holy Ghost as he told me that what I just
>> witnessed was true and how it was now MY responsibility to pick up where
>> Joseph Smith left off. That's why I came to the MTC.
>> Tears were going down my face as I thought about this, and then a man
>> stood up at the podium real slow. He said that it was alltogether
>> fitting that we should just watch the majesty of Joseph Smiths passing
>> becuase he had an announcement to make. He informed us that President
>> Hinckley had passed away a few minutes earlier. We're sheltered here at
>> the MTC and not one of us had any idea. No one recieved text messages,
>> we all recieved the news at the same time. Simultaneously every
>> missionary in the MTC, just over 2000, started to weep. Many young men
>> started sobbing audibly. Any outsider would have had to wonder at the
>> kind of man this was to solicit such a response from a bunch of teenaged
>> boys. We all cried. We cried because he was the only prophet we knew,
>> we cried becuase we love his smile and his cheerfulness, we cried because
>> we would miss his testimony of Jesus Christ. But I think mostly we cried
>> because we loved him. This man lived a life so worthy of emulation that
>> his presence will hard to replace. A life so full of serving others that
>> his impact on the world was felt by millions of God's children.
>> In the Joseph Smith movie a woman comes to him and says, "Mr. Smith, I
>> don't believe your religion, but iIthank you for your kindness." Joseph
>> replied, "Ma'am, that is our religion."
>> President Hinckley was that kind of man. This gospel is here for one
>> reason, and that is to make us outward focused individuals. The world
>> focuses on itself, but the difference between Christ and the world is
>> that Christ cared more for the salvation of others souls than his own.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"Two eggs, 1 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup regular sugar, 2 sticks softened
butter. Fold in 2 1/4 cups flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon
baking soda, and a couple teaspoons of vanilla. For an extra
chocolate jag, toss in 3 tablespoons of cocoa. Oh, don't forget 2
cups of chocolate chips. Bake 'em at 375 degrees for 10 minutes."
Monday, January 28, 2008
"School is ever a source of pleasure in my life. One cannot deny the security that comes from education. Knowledge settles the heart and tempers the emotions. The more knowledge we have the more we can "hear" and "listen" to the conversation of life around us. There are thousands of threads or RSS feeds which are newly available to those who learn how to listen/read. With knowledge comes honesty. It is true that one can turn from the truth once learned, but before the event of knowing there was no choice. In a fundamental way, our agency is enlarged when we gain knowledge."
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Well, as I put my cat socks on this morning other happy memories came to mind - of spring in seattle! I bought these treasures at the tulip festival with plewe, jane, and cindy (my blogging mentors). I don't like cats - but at the time I bought them I liked a boy who liked cats. The real reason I bought them, though, was because my own socks were wet and muddy from the tulip trip. These were my best option. I would like to point out that I even received a compliment on them from a student today. and in case you can't tell, they are tightly woven socks. They left a cat imprint on my ankle - thus the photo. I know - one of my best blog entries to date - right up there with the souvenir blister and home grown pepper. Live it up!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Your Score: Lynette Fromme
You scored 11 Nationalism, 9 Love, and 12 Fairness!
Attempted to assassinate President Ford outside the Senator Hotel in Sacremento, CA. on 5 September 1975. Why? Ford was not elected to office and she thought he was involved in Vietnam. Also, she thought that her love, Charles Manson, was the Messiah.
She is still in prison after a temporary escape in 1987.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
2 cups of cooked cubed/chopped chicken or pork(or turkey for me today since that's what was in the freezer)
1 small onion
1 clove garlic
2-3 carrots - i "cut" them with the peeler - so i have thinner slices
3 celery stalks - cut diagonally or however you want
4 cups shredded cabbage (i used half a head)
soy sauce - maybe 1/2 cup or more?
cook the onion and garlic in a skillet - with olive oil if you want - but i usually don't.
when brownish add the meat and brown it.
add your chopped vegetables and soy sauce.
cook for a couple minutes - i vary between 2 and 5.
oh, and for a crunch topping throw on some broken ramen bits. i rarely do this since i don't keep ramen in the house and it gets soggy if you store it all together like i do.
it's not freezer friendly but since it's mostly vegetables i find i can eat a whole bunch of it in one sitting without too much guilt. it usually lasts me a week of lunches.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Sunday, January 6, 2008
|You Are An ENFP|
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!
i can't say i perfectly agree with these results - but with only two options for each question of the quiz i sometimes found it impossible to choose - both would apply perfectly. i think it's part of my blue/red color personality split.
In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.
At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.
How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding
When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
here mother and i are tucked into our bed for the night (air mattress comfort - not bad at all). i think we had about four blankets on top of us - it was a drafty room.
here the women are huddled around the quilt our final night there. i was definitely impressed with our speed. we made a couple trips to walmart trying to find the perfect thimbles - they just don't sell them small enough for our fingers. the funny thing is that my nephew would fall asleep under the quilt each night we were working on it. you can kind of see his sleeping bag peeking out - it's green and by my mother's knee. he would fall asleep just fine despite our talking.
here are the hardy boys - thrilled with their legos gift. they reveled in all things lego.
My Resolution: Shine More, Bleed Less
“The kids are home for the holidays.”
In previous years, ‘the kids’ were my wife and me, ‘home’ was one of our parents’ places and ‘the holidays’ meant watching a ball game and waiting for food to appear.
(My wife wishes to state that her role in all of this consists of far more than shifting in the sofa when the food arrives. Duly noted.)
This year brought a sharp change to my comfortable routine. Our parents had scattered to warmer climes and my wife decided it was a good idea to invite her niece and nephew to stay with us for a few days.
Suddenly we were the home, they were the kids, and the holidays meant entertaining a twelve-year-old boy and a nine-year-old girl while trying to keep our seven-month-old on his nap schedule and getting him to eat his carrot mash.
After 48 hours of the flash and beep of hand-held video games, several dozen requests to rent Spider Man 3 (“But Eboo-masa, I’ve only seen it twice. I usually see the movies I like twenty times”), a few delicate discussions about precisely what it is that is inappropriate in PG-13 movies, and endless pre-adolescent bickering, I decided I had had enough.
I reached into my limited kid-care toolkit and pulled out an item that my father placed there many years ago. “We are going to read,” I declared.
The kids let forth howls of dismay, which fell on deaf ears.
I poked around my bookcase, decided T.S. Eliot was too dense and Rumi too abstract, and landed instead on a collection by former American Poet Laureate Billy Collins.
“Read it aloud,” I said to Kashif, pointing to page 63, a poem called On Turning Ten. I figured it was the one thing a nine-year old, a twelve-year old and two early thirty-somethings could relate to.
After a series of pouty faces worthy of the stage, Kashif started reading, a bit softly at first, but then with increasing confidence and joy.
“It’s about a little boy and how he feels about getting older,” Kashif said when he finished, obviously delighted.
“It’s about a little girl,” Faria corrected, grabbing the book from Kashif.
“It’s about both of you,” I said.
But when I read the poem again later that evening, I realized it was about all of us.
The final stanza goes like this:
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
I like to take this poem in reverse, to return to the days of thinking there was light under my skin. And to consider that, when the sidewalks of life attack my knees, I have a choice in how I respond:
I could shine more, and bleed less.And that, in short, is my New Year’s Resolution.