tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39489601016354787852024-03-05T08:10:47.009-08:00A House of FaithSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-63365562717366359092011-06-09T19:58:00.000-07:002011-06-09T19:58:49.956-07:00An Unexpected BlessingI am so excited! We found a free piano on Craigslist and my wonderful, strong husband, along with a couple of awesome friends, drove over an hour away to pick it up for me on Tuesday.<br />
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I don't know how to play the piano but I have always wanted to learn and to teach my children to play. I never bothered taking lessons since I had no way to practice but I am now in luck. <br />
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I wanted so much to be able to play hymns for my family but thought there was no way of affording a piano for at least another 10 years. I know Heavenly Father blesses us when we have righteous desires.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Isn't is gorgeous? Or maybe it's just like children where we all think ours are the best ;) I am proud of my piano!<br />
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In school I would wear skirts or dresses occasionally but I got tired of every person I saw asking me why I was dressed up that day. <br />
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After I "grew up" I realized peer pressure did not effect me so much anymore, so now when I feel like wearing a skirt or a dress I do it!<br />
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Just as Lydia in the post mentioned I am not an only dress person. I believe in modesty and looking appropriate no matter what is worn. Going to BYU-Idaho there was a dress code. We could not wear overalls, shorts, flip flops etc. on campus. I loved this because it taught me that we need to look the part. We should not go to our job in sweats and big t-shirts. Just like we wear our Sunday dress for church and worship we should look nice and presentable for the job we are doing.<br />
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I know that when I get up every morning and spend about 15 minutes putting on some makeup and clothes and fixing my hair I feel better and do my job as a mother better throughout the day.<br />
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<a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=21bc9fbee98db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&locale=0&sourceId=35a63b4c3713a110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&hideNav=1">Elder Bednar</a> said... <br />
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<b><i>The Church’s temples are recognized throughout the world for their beauty. The buildings are made of the finest materials and constructed with true craftsmanship.</i></b><br />
<b><i> <a href="" name="9"></a></i></b> <b><i>We must be thoughtful and careful about how we dress and what we put <em>on</em> our personal temples. Like it or not, other people make judgments about the restored gospel by what they see us in.</i></b><br />
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I know my body is a temple and I strive every day to dress it in a way that I can be a true example and follower of Christ.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-33349161041772122172011-05-24T21:04:00.000-07:002011-05-24T21:04:11.568-07:00Gender Roles are SacredI read this <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110524/ts_yblog_thelookout/parents-keep-childs-gender-under-wraps">article</a> in the news which made me cringe and mourn for this child.<br />
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Storm's parents have decided to keep their child's gender a secret in hopes that he or she will grow up with no "stereotypes." Really? <br />
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<i>Stocker and Witterick say the decision gives Storm the freedom to choose who he or she wants to be. "What we noticed is that parents make so many choices for their children. It's obnoxious," adds Stocker, a teacher at an alternative school.</i><br />
This is so sad. First of all gender is a very important part of us and should not be confused and second how can we expect our children to make their own decisions with their "freedom to choose" if we don't first teach them?<br />
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<i> <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=1aba862384d20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=e1fa5f74db46c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">The Family: A Proclamation to the World</a> states "Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose."</i><br />
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<i>President Kimball clarified the eternal significance of gender identity when he said: </i><br />
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<i> “Some people are ignorant or vicious and apparently attempting to destroy the concept of masculinity and femininity. More and more girls dress, groom, and act like men. More and more men dress, groom, and act like women. The high purposes of life are damaged and destroyed by the growing unisex theory. God made man in his own image, male and female made he them. With relatively few accidents of nature, we are born male or female. The Lord knew best. Certainly, men and women who would change their sex status will answer to their Maker” </i><br />
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As we can see Satan is working harder than ever to destroy our eternal identities and the family. <br />
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<div class=""><i>President Kimball also said:</i></div><i> </i><div class=""><br />
</div><div class=""><i>“Many of the social restraints which in the past have helped to reinforce and to shore up the family are dissolving and disappearing. The time will come when only those who believe deeply and actively in the family will be able to preserve their families in the midst of the gathering evil around us. …</i></div><i> </i><div class=""><br />
</div><div class=""><i>“… There are those who would define the family in such a nontraditional way that they would define it out of existence. …</i></div><i> </i><div class=""><br />
</div><div class=""><i>“We of all people, brothers and sisters, should not be taken in by the specious arguments that the family unit is somehow tied to a particular phase of development a moral society is going through. We are free to resist those moves which downplay the significance of the family and which play up the significance of selfish individualism. We know the family to be eternal.”</i><sup class="noteMarker"><i> </i></sup></div><div class=""><br />
</div><div class=""><sup class="noteMarker"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i>I know that gender is an essential characteristic that we are born with and it is important to remember our roles as men and women. I look around and often see the unisex trend in dress and actions. We must not let this influence of society distract us from our sacred eternal identities. </span></sup></div><div class=""><br />
</div><div class=""><sup class="noteMarker"><span style="font-size: small;">I am grateful for my role as a woman, mother and wife. I enjoy being feminine and love my duties that go along with it. I hope that I can remember my eternal role as a fulfill my duties. </span> </sup></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-87172132021184710632011-05-09T19:41:00.000-07:002011-05-09T19:45:39.765-07:00Mother's DayI know this is a day late but I was having too much fun with my kiddos this weekend!<br />
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I love Mother's Day because I am so grateful for what my mother did to raise me and many other mothers and women who influenced me for the better.<br />
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But most of all this Mother's Day I really reflected upon how much I love being a mother. I believe we must first decide that we want to love being a mother.<br />
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There is nothing more I would rather do with my life than to sacrifice myself for someone else, especially my sweet little kids that Heavenly Father has trusted me with.<br />
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I am grateful for what they teach me. I have realized lately that sometimes I get too caught up in getting things done that I forget my main goal everyday is to teach, train and nurture my children. <br />
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I have to often remind myself that NEVER is EVERYTHING going to be done. I need to just stop what I am doing sometimes and read that book to my children or build a Lego tower with them. When my child is talking to me I need to stop what I am doing and really listen.<br />
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Here are my greatest blessings!!<br />
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Happy Mother's Day!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-30224579546916134722011-05-07T08:05:00.000-07:002011-05-07T08:05:00.168-07:00ProphecyHere is a great post on <a href="http://beingamotherwhoknows.blogspot.com/">Being a Mother Who Knows</a> of a prophecy by Heber C. Kimball that really caught my attention.<br />
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<blockquote><b>"An army of Elders will be sent to the four quarters of the earth the search out the righteous and warn the wicked of what is coming. All kinds of religions will be started and miracles performed that will deceive the elect if that were possible. Our sons and daughters must live pure lives so as to be prepared for what is coming. After a while the Gentiles will gather by the thousands to this place and Salt Lake City will be classed among the wicked cities of the world. A spirit of speculation and extravagance will take possession of the saints, and the results will be financial bondage.<br />
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"Persecution comes next and all true latter-day Saints will be tested to the limit. Many will apostatize and others will be still not knowing what to do. Darkness will cover the earth and gross darkness the minds of the people. The judgments of God will be poured out on the wicked to the extent that our Elders from far and near will be called home, or in other words the gospel will be taken from the Gentiles and later on carried to the Jews.</b> <b><br />
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"The western boundary of the State of Missouri will be swept so clean of its inhabitants that, as President Young tell us, when you return to that place, there will not be left so much as a yellow dog to wag his tail. Before that day comes, however, the Saints will be put to tests that will try the integrity of the best of them. The pressure will become so great that the more righteous among them will cry unto the Lord day and night until deliverance comes. </b> <b><br />
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"Then the prophet and others will make their appearance and those who have remained faithful will be selected to return to Jackson County, Missouri, and take part in the up building of that beautiful city, the New Jerusalem."</b> </blockquote><b><br />
Passed down in personal family records. Printed in the <em>Deseret News</em>, May 23, 1931. </b><br />
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This really caught my attention as I have been pondering all that has been going on in our world and country as we move closer to the second coming of our Savior. <br />
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Also because I live in western Missouri right next to Jackson county! <br />
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These last few months our stake leaders have been preaching preparedness like crazy. Our stake president recently said that the time to prepare is over, and that we are either prepared or not. They have specifically said that those in our stake WILL need our food storage supply.<br />
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We have money set aside for this and in the next two weeks we are getting all the rest of the supplies we need for our basic year supply but of course will continue to add over time. I also just re-stocked my 72 hour kit which we keep in our tornado shelter. <br />
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I hope each of us is prepared not only temporally, but spiritually, for the second coming of Jesus Christ. The Lord has said, “If ye are prepared ye shall not fear” (<a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/38.30?lang=eng#29">D&C 38:30</a>).<br />
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You can go to your LDS local cannery to can food. Here is another great site to buy <a href="http://store.honeyvillegrain.com/">food storage.</a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-46290302719958002782011-05-05T07:50:00.000-07:002011-05-05T07:50:00.150-07:00Homemade Baby WipesI make my own baby wipes, which saves a lot of money. I spend about $0.75 per pack verses $2.50 in the store. Plus if I run out I can take about 2 minutes to make another pack instead of running to the store. I only go through about one pack a week since I only have one in diapers now, aahhh... the luxury. <br />
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You need to first purchase a tubberware container that will fit a half roll of paper towels. <br />
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Then you cut the roll in half (or have your husband do it if your wimpy like me).<br />
Bounty brand works best. Then take out the tube. <br />
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Next you measure 2 1/2 cups of hot water. Add 2 Tablespoons of generic baby bath (generic helps keep mold from growing and it's cheaper) and 2 Tablespoons of vegetable or baby oil. <br />
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Put the lid on and turn upside down for about 5 minutes and there you have it, homemade baby wipes!<br />
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You can just reach into the middle of the roll where the tube used to be for the first wipe and they will dispense just like regular wipes. <br />
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They are a bit thinner than some you buy in the store, but work great! Plus I have often thought some from the store were too thick and a bit of a waste.<br />
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Enjoy!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-9677618291061666292011-05-03T19:50:00.000-07:002011-05-03T19:50:29.947-07:00Garage Sale Season Has BegunSaturday was my first day of garage sales for the season. For those who don't know I am a CRAZY garage saler. I look forward to it and count down all winter long. <br />
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Here is what I got. All for $28<br />
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<b>bookshelf, office chair, thread holder</b>, candle, books, 6 shirts, 1 pair shoes, bath toys, plastic rocking horse, <b>10 yards of material, rags,</b> baby doll, and a ball.<br />
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*the things in bold are ones that were specifically on my list. <br />
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I'd say first day was a success!<br />
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I usually don't spend that much every week but I have been wanting a book shelf for months! So I am very excited. Without the book shelf I would have spent $12. <br />
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<b>A Few Garage Sale Tips:</b><br />
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<b>1. Don't be afraid to bargain! I offered about 1/2 price and got it with everything but the book shelf. The book shelf was already such a great deal I just went for it otherwise I knew the next customer would have it. So don't be too greedy if it's a larger item that's already a great deal. Most people just want the stuff out of their house.</b><br />
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<b>2. Make a list of what you are looking for so that you don't just end up buying random things you don't need. I almost always buy more than is on my list but I keep it to a minimum and only buy things I would use.</b><br />
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<b>3. Again, don't buy junk! Just because it's a good deal doesn't mean you have to get it.</b><br />
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<b>4. Look for neighborhood sales and get there early. I spent all morning Saturday in one neighborhood. I got there 10 minutes late and it took me almost 15 minutes to find a parking spot!</b><br />
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<b>5. Find ads for sales on Craigslist and local newspaper. You can also just follow signs around town. </b><br />
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Buying used saves more money than anything you can do (I mean thousands of dollars if you compare!). Good luck and I hope you find some awesome bargains!<b></b>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-21670293671522453732011-04-28T08:39:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:39:00.734-07:00If you need something quick to entertain your kids while you cook dinnerIt's simple...<br />
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paint, brush and paper plate.<br />
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It entertained for about 10 minutes and got everyone out of wining mode and wiped up quickly.<br />
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Try it :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-92141138282694296392011-04-26T20:22:00.000-07:002011-04-26T20:22:32.930-07:00Awesome Easter!We had a really great Easter this year and it was really fun to see Anna start to understand the meaning of Easter and the joy and blessings that the Savior's resurrection brings to us. <br />
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In our family the Easter Bunny comes on Saturday. So after Daddy got back from hunting the kids got to search for their Easter baskets and have an Easter egg hunt.<br />
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We had great amounts of fun and messes!<br />
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Nathan and I spent about two hours cleaning up Saturday night after the kids went to bed. We wanted everything in order so that Sunday was relaxing and we could remember and focus on our Savior.<br />
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Easter Sunday was wonderful. We were actually early to church for the first time in months! (hopefully we can keep that up. )<br />
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We sang Easter hymns on the was to church and the messages were great. My only problem is that they didn't even sing my favorite hymn! One of my favorites is "He is Risen" and I look forward to singing it in church every Easter. I even had it stuck in my head for several days prior. Though we sang other good ones I was sad.<br />
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So what did I do...I made the family sing it with me like 10 TIMES that evening. They are good sports.<br />
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Here is our family Easter picture that only took<b> 8 times</b> to get right.(Family Christmas picture took 24 times!!) <br />
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I made Easter dinner for the first time all by myself. I admit there were moments in the process that I was sure it was bound to fail. But it actually turned out great! Yes, I made the starving family wait to eat so that I could take pictures of my grand accomplishment.<br />
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Judging by the look on Joshua's face, it was a success. <br />
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I loved having my husband with us for Easter this year. It was such a special time to remember the resurrection of my Savior. My faith in him grew this Easter as I studied passages from the scriptures on his death and resurrection. I know that he lived a perfect life and suffered for my sins and afflictions. I also know with surety that he was literally resurrected and has a body of flesh and bones(Luke 24:39) and that if I keep my covenants and live worthy I too can be resurrected and live forever. I testify that he is the Savior of the world. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.<br />
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<a href="http://lds.org/liahona/2011/04/he-is-not-here-but-is-risen?lang=eng">He Is Not Here, but Is Risen</a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-36653444531963439212011-04-21T08:23:00.000-07:002011-04-21T08:25:15.546-07:00Swiffer vacs are wonderful thingsThis is my son's face after I turn the swiffer vac off. This is a regular occurrence whether it's the swiffer, vacuum or mop. Glad to know I have a future helper.<br />
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Anyways, I don't know what to do with myself. My body does not know how to NOT be sleep deprived. I have been so used to it that I actually felt kinda yucky and lazy after sleeping through the night (though I'm sure I could adjust back to non interrupted sleep quite nicely). <br />
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Yes, my son is 9 months old and is just starting this but I was prepared for worse. Anna did not sleep through the night until 15 months and she was up between 3-6 times a night usually. Now I am not expecting every night to be perfect but yes, I have two children almost sleeping through the night. <br />
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Bring on the next one :)<br />
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Here is my sweet guy:<br />
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For those who are looking for answers to get their babies to sleep through the night, my answer is that THERE ISN'T ONE. I know, it's sad but I have read a billion books and tried advice from a million people and nothing worked for my kids. They just had to grow out of it. <br />
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I know that this has been one of my little trials so that I can learn patience. I have learned to give my selfish desires to the Lord and put my whole heart into serving and sacrificing for someone else. What a great blessing this has been! Now you really know I'm crazy lol. <br />
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I know I have a long ways to go so who knows how many more sleepless babies I will be blessed with, but I always know that my Savior is there to help me with any trial or struggle in my life to help me learn and grow from it.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-25326535924112218682011-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:51:08.833-07:00Spring Fun!I love Spring, especially here in Missouri! It probably seems so wonderful because I have been trapped inside for the last 4 months with two kids under the age of two who have way too much energy!!!! Well, needless to say, my kids LOVE being outside and we have enjoyed every minute of the beautiful weather this week since it will be raining all next week. Here are some of our adventures. <br />
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My poor husband had to work a really long shift on Friday and didn't get home until Saturday at 8:30am so he crashed for most of the day until Priesthood Session. So I was on my own with the kids.<br />
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I got a set of these pictures of the First Presidency and the Apostles from <a href="http://lds.org/">lds.org</a> for about $5 and then I got clear contact paper and put it on each picture front and back to keep them durable and clean. When one of the prophets or apostles would get up to speak I would help Anna find his picture and she had fun learning their names. I know a 2 year old can't find much interest in General Conference but I wanted a way to at least involve her a little bit and get her excited so that she doesn't just think of conference as a boring thing mom and dad watch twice a year. We now have these awesome pictures to pull out every conference and for family home evenings. <br />
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<b>This is my general conference experience with a 2 year old and 8 month old:</b> We get back from the park and I turn conference on the computer while we find the picture of President Monson. Everyone decides they are starving so I try to feed them while I am listening (some what). Anna escapes out the front door and starts running for the park because she wants to put Tigger in the swing. I run after her and Joshua starts screaming because I walked away from him. It takes me a little while to calm them down and then Anna has to go potty every 3 minutes and Joshua follows us into the bathroom and screams because I won't let him play in the toilet. Joshua has a blowout poop so I miss a talk because of that. I get everyone on the couch to watch and I have Joshua laying on my lap fussing and drinking his bottle and then Anna is sitting on my shoulders trying to stuff Cheezits into my mouth and giggling. <br />
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It was quite an adventure but I love my sweet little children and they are worth it and I know that they will learn to love General Conference too as they get older. Even though I didn't get to hear every talk live(thank goodness we can listen to and read it again <a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2011/04?lang=eng">here</a>) the spirit was so strong in our home and the Prophets and Apostles and God spoke to us and encouraged us!<br />
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P.S. When I first got married I was set on taking wonderful notes of every session and going to the church for most sessions so that I would not miss anything. But obviously I had not been a mother of little children yet. Now I understand the importance of motherhood and doing my best to be an example of the Savior to my children even if I don't hear every word of conference(or church for that matter). :)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-38278164288929841262011-03-30T20:15:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:15:48.877-07:00Happy 25th Birthday to My Wonderful Husband!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciFxXCqeChlQV5A_vPnQvIVHKrPhF_VdoL8X41wIimSkr5bRIm8tNr0_lQ3LlR1Y6d35K7svl61OziIraGUG7r8GvMmcgnbjoW-2FDqMyrln_VLhpxINg_-Jwjup0xyfbJA3LzwFyqFI/s1600/DSCI1514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciFxXCqeChlQV5A_vPnQvIVHKrPhF_VdoL8X41wIimSkr5bRIm8tNr0_lQ3LlR1Y6d35K7svl61OziIraGUG7r8GvMmcgnbjoW-2FDqMyrln_VLhpxINg_-Jwjup0xyfbJA3LzwFyqFI/s320/DSCI1514.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Happy Birthday Nathan! Just so you all know, I am married to the best man. We have been married for a little over three years now and they have been the best three years of my life. <br />
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I realized most all of our pictures are of the kids but here is a sweet one of him and Anna. I love it because it reminds me of what a great father he is. I also couldn't ask for a better husband who is always supportive of me and always putting me first(hopefully I can become more like him). I am also grateful for his faith and devotion to the Gospel and his Savior. I love my husband!<br />
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We went bowling today which Anna absolutely loved until she got tired and everybody started screaming so we went home for nap time. Nathan had to work tonight so we didn't even have his cake yet. But he did convince me to let him open his present this morning. He got some new hunting gear. Not too eventful since it was in the middle of the week, but a fun day.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-47536197064612077212011-03-28T18:56:00.000-07:002011-04-04T20:28:08.059-07:00My Big HelpersMy children don't play with their toys very much but yes, they love to help me!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzYrZ6dOurwO1hPTw_ICRJ2S1DkFXDRxIkE8Zc06POy3XC1FOr0Wh4zwwJ0tQGSTrftafCB4yMdSe-WhB_HGltiyCfW6YKG8n76c0gOEwnbileh6G_qLkMrK1Wqz698uD8rSUUJFnacA/s1600/061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589316262241492482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzYrZ6dOurwO1hPTw_ICRJ2S1DkFXDRxIkE8Zc06POy3XC1FOr0Wh4zwwJ0tQGSTrftafCB4yMdSe-WhB_HGltiyCfW6YKG8n76c0gOEwnbileh6G_qLkMrK1Wqz698uD8rSUUJFnacA/s320/061.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Anna helping me make laundry soap.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVtycGw-eWcrTCFHmxfcBjIX5SioB7wTRizPqWb40vKHzkXbEPBuPga81lgrWS2tATeh6EpsSpE8ncbgB7nBaBv23TTLJnR3mE-5CHCxSlLD_k6ZFLxyotIhErvWJ7XSwgSSdrM7kCrQ/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589316255349739202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVtycGw-eWcrTCFHmxfcBjIX5SioB7wTRizPqWb40vKHzkXbEPBuPga81lgrWS2tATeh6EpsSpE8ncbgB7nBaBv23TTLJnR3mE-5CHCxSlLD_k6ZFLxyotIhErvWJ7XSwgSSdrM7kCrQ/s320/013.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Apparently he needed a diaper change.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBFdBsJhfj2yXrAIMlcfmeuenKpxA59-536PDhiqdxeyqaw_0cQEMjzc0ERxBZGHQK8n9KFYoS6OGpUdZS0SSRRDsL89qBWavAjTXxPI0Eajj3UKhes6DX3hSo5pJ0A-aRuLZB946yPM/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589316253103263090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBFdBsJhfj2yXrAIMlcfmeuenKpxA59-536PDhiqdxeyqaw_0cQEMjzc0ERxBZGHQK8n9KFYoS6OGpUdZS0SSRRDsL89qBWavAjTXxPI0Eajj3UKhes6DX3hSo5pJ0A-aRuLZB946yPM/s320/011.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>At least she shares the stick of butter with her brother.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRaoyNPkJo_nca9u9xg5QL7AsMW_og76akFKyMZudldiE2q9RYVNrWUvGM0PabZHOARfk6HVfMejUKEe5NFIQS7-wKEQLsrCkiOgUtcG6UmV6Eq2DSI_N_JIUwSK4thRqTvANa_u33eM/s1600/008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589316246752551250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRaoyNPkJo_nca9u9xg5QL7AsMW_og76akFKyMZudldiE2q9RYVNrWUvGM0PabZHOARfk6HVfMejUKEe5NFIQS7-wKEQLsrCkiOgUtcG6UmV6Eq2DSI_N_JIUwSK4thRqTvANa_u33eM/s320/008.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>They LOVE to help me clean out the fridge.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WBPIBTapZFXnVhqx8VXe69lBIvSIJkpBVOtrsb9-Vi7SfP_SzHX3PPBPPgfByw2VIAYHIpt36J3wXuCdhEAKsmiTXF-TLOyg7aEYoMng77dzHdSWhScrTiIdblMkqBb2mdrVMCVl2Wc/s1600/003.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589318893169643378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WBPIBTapZFXnVhqx8VXe69lBIvSIJkpBVOtrsb9-Vi7SfP_SzHX3PPBPPgfByw2VIAYHIpt36J3wXuCdhEAKsmiTXF-TLOyg7aEYoMng77dzHdSWhScrTiIdblMkqBb2mdrVMCVl2Wc/s320/003.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>They are helping me make pizza crust.<br />
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I love my kids!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-71209722933262532702011-03-18T18:57:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:26:24.802-07:00Nothing Worth Having Comes Easy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9qCk7mPbjDvYz4RvkandWH_4hDJdLOyouBFOqOl_aBnKSpCe0Q5_32ug_AVBlDeHwAHklIXSPWQottOO1XNfQmsi_U7cI9AYtw5uDnuxbvP5rUkeRUCrCedvMDZ4sCm-7pGjagSPBeM/s1600/Stay-home-mommy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9qCk7mPbjDvYz4RvkandWH_4hDJdLOyouBFOqOl_aBnKSpCe0Q5_32ug_AVBlDeHwAHklIXSPWQottOO1XNfQmsi_U7cI9AYtw5uDnuxbvP5rUkeRUCrCedvMDZ4sCm-7pGjagSPBeM/s320/Stay-home-mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585605597156111298" border="0" /></a><br />So last night was a crazy one! My husband works in the evenings right now so I am on my own with the kids during the fussy time ;) Last night I laid down on the couch to try and get rid of my headache while the kids were playing and watching a movie. While I was resting Anna came up and said "change Joshua's poo poo." I told her just a minute. About 5 minutes later she tells me again so I get myself up and Joshua had pooped and somehow managed to smear it all over the living room, on the couches and rug. I threw the kids in the bath and got them dresses. We had a Relief Society dinner to go to in an hour so I attempted to try and clean up but everyone was so whiny so I got everyone in the car and we just left and drove around until it started. <br /><br />When we got there my kids were so fussy and both of them are very attached to me and wouldn't go to nursery without crying like they were being tortured. I was about to leave half way through but I had wonderful friends who pulled out awesome snacks and crayons to try to distract for a little longer and keep me there. (oh, and Anna wet her panties in the car seat on the way there and all I had was an extra pull up.) I am surprised they didn't kick me out of the meeting! I came home to a house turned upside down with dirty dishes and never ending poop and pee. Finally I quickly got the kids in bed and did a massive clean until midnight. My husband came home to laugh and sympathize with my situation.<br /><br />Now people at church probably think I am crazy but really, that was just a bad night. My children are only 16 months apart and I often get comments like "isn't that hard?" or "I'm so sorry." My answer is of coarse" it is HARD,' but nothing worth having comes easy. I find it interesting that people are so concerned about trying to avoid "hard work" that they often miss out on some of life's greatest blessings and opportunities to become better. I have never once envied a person who didn't work hard. The best people I know are hard workers. It is a blessing to work and should we really expect every thing in life to come easy? <br /><br />I love my children with all my heart (even on the hard days) and I will not choose to stop having children because I think it will be to "hard." What a selfish thing that would be on my part. <br /><br />F. David Stanley said in the April 1993 General Conference session <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Hard work is a blessing of God. It involves going after it “with all your heart, might, mind and strength.” (</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/4.2?lang=eng#1" class="scriptureRef">D&C 4:2</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">.) That alone is the difference between the average and the excellent."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>So to all those that wonder, yes, it is sometimes hard, but oh it is worth it, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-63022428659632918862011-03-09T07:32:00.000-08:002011-03-18T18:54:35.245-07:00The Best Cookies Ever!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeD7f7f4UK-BOjFgimYJZMk-QRAy7lCPpU5rbKrbeLTGHUrqFxlj4GBUfqsoFOvFi7GFhsDDhyphenhyphenDD6td5dVMG-ukGI813jf60HmtG0Vi5PG2y7B3RDnbTxflaNrRbPQL08SoAvGc10HjU/s1600/cherry+cookies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeD7f7f4UK-BOjFgimYJZMk-QRAy7lCPpU5rbKrbeLTGHUrqFxlj4GBUfqsoFOvFi7GFhsDDhyphenhyphenDD6td5dVMG-ukGI813jf60HmtG0Vi5PG2y7B3RDnbTxflaNrRbPQL08SoAvGc10HjU/s320/cherry+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582105133325133986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >These are the best cookies ever! I must give credit to Barbara Hart from Allrecipes, Thank you!</span><br /><br /><div class="ingredients" face="arial" style="margin-top: 10px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <h3> Ingredients:</h3> <ul><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/2 cup butter (no substitutes), softened</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 cup sugar</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 egg</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/2 cup baking cocoa</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/2 teaspoon salt, divided</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/4 teaspoon baking powder</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/4 teaspoon baking soda</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 (10 ounce) jar maraschino cherries</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips</li><li class="plaincharacterwrap"> 1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk</li></ul> </div> <div style="border-top: 1px dotted rgb(204, 204, 204); width: 300px; margin-top: 20px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"> </div> <div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px;"> <h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"> Directions</h3> <ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> In a mixing bowl, cream the butter and sugar. Add egg and vanilla; mix well. Combine the flour, cocoa, 1/4 teaspoon salt, baking powder and baking soda; gradually add to the creamed mixture. </span></li><li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Drain cherries, reserving 1-1/2 teaspoons juice. Pat cherries dry. Shape 1 tablespoon of dough around each cherry. Place 2 in. apart on ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees F for 8-10 minutes or until set. Cool on wire racks. </span></li><li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> For frosting, in a saucepan, heat chocolate chips and milk until chips are melted; stir until smooth. Remove from the heat. Add reserved cherry juice and remaining salt. Frost cookies. </span></li></ol><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Enjoy!</span><br /> </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948960101635478785.post-15050955366364549232011-03-08T19:00:00.001-08:002011-03-16T19:55:55.480-07:00A Consecrated Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk_f8X5C123xfSI2s-gbZNGIfmMJcAfIme_bRI727x7V_yXoQWBg9GP1Va7_5lIx4d575tZIZDqA6wBlZq-NjusHF7GOvGbsJE1_SIrLig3tXC-zmS0W5tTG7R0kKEOiuHom0ZU6q6q4/s1600/come+follow+me.htm"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 413px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk_f8X5C123xfSI2s-gbZNGIfmMJcAfIme_bRI727x7V_yXoQWBg9GP1Va7_5lIx4d575tZIZDqA6wBlZq-NjusHF7GOvGbsJE1_SIrLig3tXC-zmS0W5tTG7R0kKEOiuHom0ZU6q6q4/s320/come+follow+me.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581922022265956770" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span>True success in this life comes in consecrating our lives—that is, our time and choices—to God’s purposes (see </span><a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/john/17.1,4?lang=eng#1" class="scriptureRef">John 17:1, 4</a><span>; </span><a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/19.19?lang=eng#18" class="scriptureRef">D&C 19:19</a><span>). In so doing, we permit Him to raise us to our highest destiny. </span><span>(Reflections on a Consecrated Life- D. Todd <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Christofferson- October 2010 General Conference)</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I absolutely loved this talk by Elder Christofferson last General Conference. My daily goal is to consecrate my will to my Savior's and allow him to guide my life and help me to become like him. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Everything we have is actually something that our Savior has first given us. The only thing we can truly give him that is our own is our will and our lives. I love my Savior with all of my heart and desire to please him more than anything. My Savior and my Father in Heaven know me better than anyone including myself and know what is best for me. This is something we must each truly come to know for ourselves to be able to give our wills to Him.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span>Elder B. H. Roberts once expressed the process in these words: “The man who so walks in the light and wisdom and power of God, will at the last, by the very force of association, make the light and wisdom and power of God his own—weaving those bright rays into a chain divine, linking himself forever to God and God to him. This [is] the sum of Messiah’s mystic words, ‘Thou, Father, in me, and I in thee’—beyond this human greatness cannot achieve.”</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><sup class="noteMarker"> </sup></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span>(Reflections on a Consecrated Life- D. Todd Christofferson- October 2010 General Conference)</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><sup class="noteMarker"><br /></sup><sup class="noteMarker">Every time I give something to the Lord no matter how hard it might be I feel this great light and wisdom and power of God that is talked about. Each time it becomes easier because I learn to trust in my Savior. I have always felt a strong need to be in control of my life and not knowing what might happen in the future can sometimes drive me crazy but I am slowing realizing the power of God in His ultimate wisdom. I know this will be something I will work on for a lifetime and there will be many instances in my life where the Lord will test my devotion to him. <span>But I will give everything to him and find the greatest joy!</span></sup><sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="noteMarker"><br /></sup><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Those who believe that our bodies are nothing more than the result of evolutionary chance will feel no accountability to God or anyone else for what they do with or to their body. We who have a witness of the broader reality of premortal, mortal, and postmortal eternity, however, must acknowledge that we have a duty to God with respect to this crowning achievement of His physical creation. In Paul’s words:</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s” (<a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/nt/1-cor/6.19-20?lang=eng#18" class="scriptureRef">1 Corinthians 6:19–20</a>).<br /></span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span>(Reflections on a Consecrated Life- D. Todd Christofferson- October 2010 General Conference)</span></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Our bodies are so sacred. We must honor them! We must present our bodies in sacred and holy ways so that we can obtain the constant companion of the Holy Ghost and stand as witnesses of Christ in all things!</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I know that consecrating our hearts is a lifetime pursuit but the blessings and joy we receive from it will be beyond measure and comprehensio</span>n.</span><br /></p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13059321122439257289noreply@blogger.com0