An Attitude of Gratitude and Thanksgiving!

The first time I ever payed attention to the word "Gratitude" it came from the lips of a sweet 4 year old little girl during a sacrament talk in church. Her name was Rebecca--Becca was her nickname. Her mama stood at her side as she gave a very thought provoking talk beyond her years. I was a newer convert to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The words she said that day, and the way she pronounced gra-TI-tude, inspired me to have gratitude in my heart for many years to come.

I often revisit that moment in my minds eye. It was a turning point for me as a young mother. Isn't it amazing how that happens to each of us as gospel truth resonate in our own individual souls at differing times in our lives?

I'm grateful today, knowing that I'm healthy again. Moving to the farm has strengthened me so much--in body and in spirit! I have hard earned muscles now that I've not felt in years. I have a new-found inner peace that is so comforting. I've turned my resolve as endured chronic pain-- into action many times over. I'm able to help my neighbor do hard things that I thought never possible in my lifetime. I still have many weaknesses that I'm striving to overcome as a child of God is meant to do. I'm by no means perfect, but I'm reaching further and trying harder to attain personal and spiritual goals.

Two years ago I was sick and over a hundred pounds overweight. My liver was sick, my heart enlarged and failing with the edema I had. I could feel myself slowly dyeing once again. An all too familiar feeling. Then a dear friend told me about a weight loss plan that worked and the action of just doing it and praying hard, saved my life. Now I have a job from home, helping others do exactly what I did for myself! I talk to people who feel what I have felt during my struggle with obesity. My life now is now a huge contrast to that struggle I once had in simply trying to exist and to care for my family. 

 My life is forever changed! As I walk a couple miles a day around our beautiful alfalfa field with my dog friend Koda, I revel in the freedom from bondage I do feel. I even run from time to time as I wish. I enjoy hearing an occasional crow of a pheasant, my rooster crowing behind me as I walk. My mind is clear as I hear a cow bellowing for her calf next door. The wind in the blue spruce and the leaves tumbling beneath them catches my eye. All simple things I missed, or forgotten during my struggle to hang on. It's almost as if I'd been given a new pair of glasses! Instead of seeing a fuzzy green carpet, I can see each individual blade of grass! There is so much we miss when we are in pain or struggling.

One thing has never changed through my fight to regain what I'd lost, I still live each and every day as if it were my last. I never take being able to stay here on earth for granted. I always keep in mind, that I can do more than I think I can as well. I forgive those who say hurtful things or have no idea what is really in my heart. I try very hard to be kind every day. I ask Father for people to serve and to be able to alleviate suffering whenever I can. These are  only a few things that are important to me and deeply healing. 

I hope you pray hard for the righteous desires of your heart daily. Know that every prayer IS heard by our loving Father in Heaven! If you don't believe this to be true, pray for the knowledge that it IS true! It will get you through some really hard things in life. 

This morning, as I realized, that if I was needed, I too could dawn a yellow jersey on that says Mormon Helping Hands-- is the realization that I have truly arrived and am really healthy! I can help now where there is a need. I can't tell you how my heart has swelled today as I watched the video I posted from New York. It inspires us to do more for our neighbors, our friends and our families and our nations. I'm pleased that our four sons decided to go out into the world as missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was a blessing to be a mom of four missionary sons. They are my example and I love them dearly.

Here's the link I mentioned! Enjoy! http://vimeo.com/53357089

I challenge you to pray for service today in your part of the world. Then act on those promptings. Lets see what unfolds. It matters not if you are wheel chair bound, bed bound or healthy! You can do hard things and you can help others with your words, your actions and your deeds! The more you help others, the less your burdens will feel. I promise that as time goes by and you help others more and more, your burdens will be lightened, your spirit will soar and your heart will be filled to overflowing.

I'm grateful for my friend here, who didn't give up on me. It took six months for her to get through to me about the Docs Stimulus Drops plan that saved my life. How she must have prayed for me and how grateful I am today...  I'm alive today, and a testament of what service can do for one person. 

May we all be a blessing in someones life today. Now, go pray for service opportunities! I know you're gonna love your life even more for your sacrifice. (((HUGS)))

He Will Prepare a Way

"No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. ' "

Dieter F. Uchtdorf, "The Infinite Power of Hope," Ensign, Nov. 2008, 22–23

I love nearly anything I read that President Uchtdorf has written. The words all seem to flow so beautifully and yet that isn't why I love his words. The reason, I feel the truthfulness of what he writes as the Holy Ghost testify's to me of it's truthfulness. It's a blessing to have that feeling and that knowledge in my life.

I've found that if I pray before I read the scriptures, answers to my daily problems seem to unfold before my eyes. I can open up the Bible to any page for example, and find that answer to which I'm seeking. It's amazing, even miraculous when you think about it! My children have all had this happen to them in their own lives during their studies as well. I'm grateful for that knowledge. Prayer works!

I love Heavenly Father. I'm so grateful for the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. How He loves us! When I think of the ending of the book of my life, I pray I will be equal to the tasks at hand. That I will live up to the greatness that is within in me. I pray I can prepare my children for that which is to come. I feel like I've done my best--and it feels wonderful. I also know that I've repented along the way for my shortcomings. We all have them. Thanks to the atonement of Jesus Christ, we can be forgiven and start anew. I'm so thankful!

As my children are searching for jobs right now, we're praying for gainful employment for them. I know that sometimes things come in Gods time, not in ours. It has been frustrating for our oldest son as he tries to find that job after serving a two year mission for the church. We are all trying to be more patient now. God will find a way to bless him in due time. So, for now he has been keeping busy helping me around the house and in the yard and helping others with heavy work they cannot do themselves.

A good example is that Jason and his younger brother Hunter (who is also looking for work) are going to cut wood for an elderly couple this afternoon. It will help them this winter as the cost of so many things has risen. It feels good to see them giving service where it's needed.

I have found that good old fashioned work cures many ills that befall us. I wish I could remember President Hinkley's perfect words, but I can't. So I'll paraphrase. Please forgive me for doing so...When you are sad, work. When you are heartbroken, work. When you are lonely, work....and so on.

When I've been the saddest, I've given service and all that I was sad about seemed to fall away and look so small. The person I was helping came to the forefront of my mind from that moment--making my problems melt away. I think that is what "work" is meant to do. That is what President Hinkley was speaking about. Find something outside of ourselves to give of ourselves to. It's a blessing when times seems to hard. Become selfless instead of selfish. It's a wonderful sensation. It might be something new to a few of you out there. Try it out, it won't hurt. Focus on what God would want you to do. He will prepare a way for you.

"Sticky Kisses on my Cheeks"

The following quote was sent to me from a dear friend. I love it! This is exactly how I have been striving to be my whole adult life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. I know that both Sister and President Hinckley felt such joy as they passed those pearly gates. They really lived and we loved them both so dearly.

“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”

Marjorie Pay Hinckley

My most cherished memories are of my children's sticky, sloppy kisses. Pudgy fingers full of freshly gathered chicken eggs are up there right with them. Memories of my son finally finding cherubic three year old freedom, as he shed a trail of clothes to the wading pool full of mud, still brings happy tears to my eyes. A five year old deciding to close his eyes to ride his bike and being clotheslined by our neighbors mailbox also makes us all laugh, the pain and worry shed years ago. All of these things are memories that will last. The boys remember and cherish their memories with me as well.

One of their fondest memories and mine are when we helped a sister take care of her todler twins. Those little girls melted all of our hearts and actually talked my son out of his ice cream one day. They stood before him like baby birds saying, "Some, Some, Some." Getting a spoonful of ice cream with each word. We helped them pack and clean and clean again. We planted a flower garden, then watched as they moved away, leaving us heartbroken because we had come to love them dearly through service. We have never forgotten that summer.

Our kids still remember helping so many people move in and out of our towns. It was hard sometimes. Family work was important to us all though and drew us nearer to each other and the people we served in our community. My husband and I had no idea that we were passing along a family tradition at the time. I now know that our sons will do the same with their families too.

I'm so glad I listened to the spirit and to my own heart as I chose to stay home with my little ones. It wasn't a popular decision at the time and know full well that it isn't for everyone. Most of my friends worked outside of the home. I even watched their children for them-- some I loved like they were my own.

I pray we can all be just like our precious sister who has already passed through those pearly gates and give of ourselves, especially when we are sad, lonely or worried. It has an unburdening effect on our spirits too. When we give of ourselves when our neighbors, our families or a stranger is in need--the blessings flow through our lives.

I love the inspiration behind the quote above. I too want the Lord to know that I was really here and that I really lived life to it's fullest and gave of myself the best that I possibly could.

Learning From Our Children

My son is an undercover internal security person for our local Walmart. He is also turning his mission papers in next week. When he told me what happened that night during his shift, it brought tears to my eyes. He often comes home and unburdens himself about the people he had to detain or have arrested. He never mentions names. I'm a soft place to land...I love him dearly and he needs me. I'll do my best to relay the story as accurately as possible.
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Mom, he was there on the security camera screen again. Just standing there, hands hanging limp at his sides staring off into space with a look that made my chest hurt. I'd seen the look before, but this time it reached deep down inside of me and made me want to act, to help somehow. He looked like all his hope had been sucked dry, Mom. Each time he'd move through the store he'd stop, like he was trying to figure something out and failing miserably. So, I decided to go and talk to him. It had been four hours since he'd come into the store. I knew that after reviewing the store tapes. Too long for shopping-- but he hadn't taken a single thing.

So I approached him quietly. I stopped to talk with him. He really did seem lost, Mom. He told me his name as we talked.

When he realized I wasn't going to throw him out of the store he confided in me. I'd heard stories like his before, but somehow this man and his grief seemed even more deep. He had just been released from jail after serving a one month sentence. He had been arrested on an old warrant. He had served his month and then was dropped off at Walmart. He had no money, no home and no plans. He was overwhelmed and didn't know where to go or what to do. He had tried to call his mother, but after she was kicked out of his apartment for lack of money, she had simply disappeared. He had no other family, no connections, no job, no social security card....nothing. He was despairing....

I'm so grateful my son was the one who found this very repentant man. He said that he knew he'd done wrong. That he'd been a drinker two years previous, but before the police arrested him he'd straightened out his life and had a good job by then and was even taking care of his mom. He knew that the arrest was correct and had served his time. But no one had told him what to do next. When you are arrested, you are stripped of you social security number and must file for a new one. My son knew that from his police explorer training. They had resources for him to check out, but he hadn't understood and had failed to take advantage. So Ryan told him that he was going to try and put some things in place for him and he purchased the man some dinner in the McDonalds there in the store and told him he'd be right back...

Well, my son went from department to department all over the store telling people about the gentleman and asking for donations so that he would have a place to stay that night. Every last person he spoke with donated money. They all love my boy. He's a real sweetie. By the time he was finished he had enough money for several days at our super 8 motel and money for some food too. My son also had noticed that the man had lost a lot of weight and didn't have a belt and had to hold his pants up with his hand...so he had bought one for him while the gentleman was eating.The man simply cried when Ryan told him about all so many people had done for him. Then he and another employee drove him to and introduced him to a local church clergy nearby who had agreed to mentor him and help find him work.

All of this was done by a 19 year old who is preparing to leave for the mission field this summer. If he can do this for someone, so can we! Ask for Heavenly Father to send someone your way that you can help today. Never think, I can't help someone like that! You might miss an opportunity to change someone's life for the better--lift them up. Our son told me once, that "it's when we start thinking that we are better than the criminals, that we need to humble ourselves and think twice. Some people make one mistake and pay for the rest of their lives. Any one of us could make a wrong turn and regret it." I know in my heart that Heavenly Father will show us all the right way to live if we choose to follow Him.

Gosh I love my boys! I learn something from them every day.