The Tree

   It's been a while, hasn't it?  I'll say we took the summer off.  Even though really, both Rachael and I have just been really busy with life for the past few months.  Finding time to blog is just not the easiest thing to do.
But tonight I find myself reading my scriptures (I'm really trying to make a better daily habit of this) and also writing here.
   A few weeks ago I went to a relief society (women's group) activity.  The focus was on the story of Lehi's dream from the Book of Mormon.  Right before I left the house, I'd lost my temper with my kids.  I almost didn't go to the activity and just felt like going somewhere to be by myself.  I couldn't think of a place to go, and I knew I really should go to this activity, so I did.
   I love all the things I learn about God's love when studying this story in the Book of Mormon.  If you want to read it, click on these links: 1 Nephi 8, 1 Nephi 11-14.  One thing I have recently learned is that the mists of darkness are really dark and easy to get lost in.  At our activity we followed a guide and held onto a 'rod' through a nursery garden.  At one point we passed through a covered area with extra trees and smoke machines.  It was still daylight and you could see pretty well, but at the same time it was deceiving how clouded our vision was because of the mist.  This isn't far from our own life experiences.  Darkness comes to each of us and unless we are dedicated to holding to the rod and sticking to the narrow path, we will be deceived faster than we think.  At first, the mist I passed through didn't seem so bad, until you were surrounded by it and realized that is disorients and distracts you.  Keep holding on to the Rod.  Don't let go because you think you can see and figure things out on your own.  The Tree awaits us.  God's love is real and never failing.  And where He is, there is no darkness.

(our Tree of Life)

 --Sarah

Becoming A Widow...

I haven't wanted to admit that I am now a widow. That word has always conjured up pictures in my mind of white haired women who have lost their spouses only in old age, certainly not a term to use for a young woman not yet 30 with a 9 month old daughter. Yet here I am, I have become a widow. My beloved Jared passed away February 1, just barely by my account, and I was thrown into widowdom unexpectantly, tragiclly, dramatically, and many other "ly's" that boil down to sadly. I am sad.

So here I find myself. 

While it is something I have become, I am coming to the realization that it is also something I am still becoming. Or rather, someone I am becoming. God, the ultimate weaver of life, is making a pattern that I cannot see. Will it be beautiful along the way or only in the end?

I look into my daughter's face, which looks so much like her daddy's, and joy and sorrow walk side by side into my heart. Grief and I have become fast friends as it has set up permanent residence there. And while happiness lives there too, she's gone on sabbatical and I don't know when to expect her back. But as my daughter smiles and her eyes sparkle like I've never seen before in someone, I feel hope and sense that we will be ok. The magnitude of love I have for her pushes out the dreariness and plants hope and peace in it's place. It's because of her I pick my weeping self off the shower floor knowing she will be waking up and needing to be fed. It's because of her I still try to plan fun things to do like go for walks or shopping outings. She deserves a happy mom. She is me and Jared all rolled into one perfect, beautiful angel.  

So here I go, down this new path as a widow still somewhat in the making. 

I am acutely aware of my daily dependence on the comfort and peace I find in Jesus Christ's Atonement. Through this and the prayers of many supportive family, friends, and strangers I've never met, I am being sustained each day at a time. Just when I feel that without Jared as the center of my whole world means my life will stretch on and on and on, I receive a tender mercy that reminds me just how much Jared loves me. I feel connected to him and love him in return. While I have become his widow, our love story continues even though we are apart. 

Our love story has been told to thousands more than I would have ever imagined and I am humbled and amazed by what is happening in my life now because if it. I have always known my husband had a special purpose on this earth, but it seems his ability to share his love for Jesus Christ and His gospel has been magnified beyond what I could have guessed. I am feverishly trying to journal all the wonderful experiences that are happening because I want my daughter to know one day of the legacy her daddy has left for her. 

I am now of the opinion that becoming a widow is really a calling of sorts. Like motherhood, I've now become part of widowhood. It's not a calling I would hope for nor wish on my worst enemy. But widowhood it seems is another pathway to become what my Heavenly Father wants me to be. I've been called upon to wade through this experience so The Weaver can shape and mold me into something more beautiful and glorious and place me next to my dear Jared once again who is being shaped and molded also in another sphere. 

I've had the thought cross into my mind this week that by being separated, albeit for a time, Jared and I have somehow been given more power and ability to do whatever it is God calls upon us to do. It's almost as if whatever our mission is together, it has to be done simultaneously on each side of the veil separating mortality and Paradise. I know I have become an instrument in Gods hands now, which is evident by what is transpiring in and around my life. 

I can't deny that it makes me wince to hear or say the word, but I am accepting my new title as widow. It's right up next to my ever divine calling as a mother. And all though somewhat in the shadows, I still feel my sacred and beloved calling as a wife is there too being pulled along the wayside of this new life being woven. I have been given a glimpse of what the overall pattern will be, and it is beautiful. I feel a tinge of disloyalty to my husband as I say that, but I cannot deny that in the 3 short months since his unexpected passing incredible blessings have been poured out over my daughter and I. So much that I am having to tuck them into every nook and crany I can find because there simply isn't room to recieve it all. I believe Jared has a hand in all if it, maybe choosing a thread here or a thread there, while God is teaching him to become a weaver himself one day. 

While I don't know much about who am without my husband by my side, and simply finding a new rhythm to life is my daily struggle, I am becoming someone who will one day match who my husband is becoming. I pray each day that my hope in Christ will eventually outweigh the scales against sorrow and fear. Grief and sadness along with love and goodness are tools in shaping who we are all becoming, and it is because of Jesus Christ's infinite Atonetment that enables us to become. 

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

between my Lord and me;

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow

And I, in foolish pride,

Forget He sees the upper,

And I the underside.

Not til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the Weaver's skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

Benjamin Malachi Franklin

Weeds

I love the rain we've had.  My yard isn't full of grass yet, so weeds have grown instead.  It might still be some time before we get the grass in, but I really want our kids to play outside as much as possible.  And for me, that means in a weed-free, pokey-sticker-free yard.  In order to achieve that, it means I have to get rid of what you see below.  

A look to the left.  There was just as many to the right.

This is where I started.

So, my reason for posting this is to show 1--wahoo, I pulled weeds, but 2-it made me think about all weeds and what an obstruction they are in our lives.
Weeds can look harmless, and at first they are, but then they grow and get stronger.  They grow thorns and stickers.  They grow anywhere you let them.  It takes effort and time to get rid of them.  At times you need tools like shovels, gloves, spades, garden hoes.  And sometimes, you need the help of other people to get rid of the weeds.  (Randy helped and was so much better at it then me.)
What weeds do you have in your life?  Sometimes weeds are past mistakes, limiting ideas or negativity that keep us from achieving our potential, or even just life's experiences.  How do you deal with those weeds?  How do you make your garden beautiful and what you really want?  Who is your helping hand?

I pulled the weeds in this little corner.  It took a long time, and was only 1/10 of the weeds there.

My awesome pile of weeds.  My son was eager to water the weeds and didn't want me to pull them.

A work in progress.

Although the life of a person is in a land full of thorns and weeds, there is always a space in which the good seed can grow. You have to trust God. -Pope Francis

Happy Birthday to Rachael!!!

Dear Rachael,

Happy Birthday!  Yes, I sent you a text today a day early, but I blame the foggy mindset I had on Sunday during church when I thought I overheard someone say "Monday the 18th...."  I've never messed up your birthday like that before.  I've probably been late, but definitely not early.  I guess you needed extra birthday wishes.

Dear Everyone Else,

For those who don't know my sister (aside from the 'About Us' page on this blog), let me tell you more about her, because she's pretty awesome.  She's not perfect, but she's pretty close to it.  I want to share with you more about her, because she's taught me some amazing things in her 29 years!

I don't remember not having Rachael in my life.  She and I are only 16 months apart, and I was too little to hold on to memories of me being the baby.  I don't remember it being just her and I either, because Matt was born a little more than a year after that.  So, since forever, we have been sisters.

We lived in a little duplex with our family and we played together all the time.  Our backyard was soo awesome and big and had this really cool swing set to play on. (Actually it's really tiny now that I'm a grown up.)  We wore a lot of matching dresses, especially at Easter.  There's this one picture of Rachael and she's in an Easter dress with a cute bonnet.  If you saw the photo, you'd see she had the best smiley face on it ever!  She was a natural for the camera.  Looking back at photos, Rachael has always had a smile for the camera. You can see in her eyes and grin the confidence she has always had about life.

Rachael has always been considered the "creative one."  When we were in elementary school, she was ALWAYS writing a story or poem or ideas.  I remember that I was convinced she was going to be an author and artist when we grew up.

We fought lots.  Sometimes more than others.  We got along pretty good too.  We loved to play with our barbie dolls--thankfully we had plenty to share.  Wherever I went, Rachael was probably close to follow.

In junior high school, I listened to the 'boring' radio station.  Rachael introduced me to country music.  To this day I love it.  She however moved on.  Rap music was a favorite of hers for a while.  

During high school we were opposite ends of the spectrum as far as our interests and activities, but make no mistake, no one could mess with my sister and get away with it.  Just as those who tried to get away with it-hahahaha.

Then we went to college.  Rachael is a brilliant genius.  She works hard for goals.  She's a bit "OCD" when it comes to organization and taking notes.  She has been known to recopy her notes more than once because of slight mistakes on the pages.  Me, I just scratch it out and move on; I don't keep notes with consistency despite my best efforts.  But Rachael's notes and memory are super impressive.

One of the best times we had together in college is when I lived in Crestview and Rachael lived in Snow Hall at the campus we were at.  I needed a break from whatever it was, and Rachael's place was great space to do that in, despite extreme numbers of freshmen everywhere I turned.  Once we hung out and watched some random movie that I thought was lame.  That night I let her pluck my eyebrows while I tried to ice them with ice cubes.  Lesson learned here:  just do it yourself, it's less painful!  We stayed up really late and fell asleep on the couches and a futon chair-terrible idea!  About 30 minutes into our sleep, some random dummy pulled the fire alarm.  Oh the sarcasm that followed!  Rachael is good for laughs and someone I'd want by me when stuff like that happens.

Eventually I met my husband.  She endured, ever so patiently, my stories and tales of love.  She even had us over to her place for dinner once because she wanted us to hang out together.  After Randy and I got married she said "There's engaged people, then then there's married people and then there's you guys" or something like that.  She moved her hand higher with each 'people type' but her tone was "oh please!" the entire time.  She loves me anyway.

Rachael met her sweetheart, Jared in grade 1 or 2 or kindergarten?  But they didn't start dating until 2009.  I think I need a recap of how it all came to be, but pretty much they were in love right away.  They were perfect for each other and anyone who knew either of them could tell.  Rachael and Jared got married in the San Diego Temple in 2010.  It was an amazing ceremony.  Important moments like that stay strong in our minds.  Liberty was born to Rachael and Jared this last July.  Libby is just sooooo cute!  They are a beautiful family.

Now, here's where some of my story is sad.  You may have been wondering what happened to all our posts.  We did so good up until the New Year.  Well, I think it's amazing what the Lord knows we need.  We talked about our plans for the year and the different days we want to have different kinds of posts.  However, it just wasn't coming together like we thought it would.  Mostly because Rachael and her family all got sick and it took a lot to recover.

Jared's recovery was the worst.  He just couldn't kick whatever was making him sick.  I'm not going to share all the details in this post, but Divine Works were occurring in Rachael's life.  We had a family fast for Jared to get better.  Jared had to go to the hospital.  The doctors tried to figure out what was going on.  On February 1st, Jared passed away and returned home to our Heavenly Father.  We were and still are in shock.  But, this we know, that God is in charge of our lives and has a plan for each of us.  

Rachael always thinks of others.  She uses her creativity to bless others too.  When I don't know how to decorate my own home, I video with her so that she can give me good ideas.  She is a Big Sister to me when it comes to Living the words of Jesus Christ.

So, it may be some time before we both get back into things with this here blog.  We have some ideas, but the pace isn't picking up starting tomorrow, fyi.  I know that our little story will take on an entire new level for us though.  Sisters Becoming is more than it was before.  We are becoming who God intends us to be in ways we didn't know He had planned for us.  We are learning what true faith is.  We are learning what true love is.  We are learning what it really means to say "Thy will be done."  We are becoming who God intends us to be.

Rachael, I am so happy that I get to share this journey with you.  So happy birthday!  I love you lots and lots.  And even though when we were little I felt like giving you a hug and a kiss was a punishment, I don't feel that way now.  

Love,

Sarah

Traditions

I've let Rachael do the blog posts this month.  She's very diligent and I find myself busier than I think with my three kids.

I just wanted to share a few traditions we enjoyed (and are still enjoying) this Christmas and New Year's.

  

Christmas Eve, wearing jammies from our Auntie

Our Tree

One my family started this year is called a Shepherd's Dinner.  We learned about this from some friends we made in Lompoc, CA where we used to live.  A Shepherd's Dinner is a simple and easy way to remember the birth of Jesus Christ--the reason we have Christmas.  You dress up like shepherds, unless you're my kids who have a hard time enjoying the dress up clothes.  You eat a simple dinner of things shepherd's might have eaten.  We ate pita bread, humus, dates/raisins, apples, bananas and oranges, ham (although I think pig is non-kosher, so we kind of cheated with that one), string cheese--it's an easy way to have easy in pieces, and nuts.  We drank water and we enjoyed our food by the Christmas tree lights while sitting on the floor.  After it was all done, we sang some Christmas carols.  It was really awesome and I'm glad we invited another family over to share our tradition with us.  I felt this was a simple way for our family to focus on Christ and his simple birth.  

Our Shepherd's Dinner

Another tradition we have (or mostly me) is that I have to watch "Its a Wonderful Life" every Christmas season.  There's soooo much I love about this movie and I always cry when I do watch it.  I'm amazed at the lessons I learn from it every time.  It's just soooo good!  I'd share my favorite line, but my favorite changes every year.  

Randy and I have combined some traditions we had growing up into our Christmas day.  When we wake up with our kids, everyone has to be dressed and have their beds made.  Then we gather as a family and have family prayer in mom and dad's room.  This comes from my family.  I don't remember a single Christmas we didn't do this.  It reminds me to slow down and give thanks for all our gifts, especially the Gift of Christ's Love rather than just rushing to the tree and presents.  Randy grew up eating Goldenrod Eggs for breakfast (before opening presents).  So, we have this for breakfast before presents too.  Goldenrod eggs are delicious!!!  An easy and super tasty breakfast.  Here's the recipe:

hard boiled eggs: whites and yolks separated afterwards

Sauce:

2 Tbl butter

2 Tbl flour

salt and pepper to taste

1-1 1/2 cups milk

Melt the butter in a pot, then add the flour.  while on medium heat, slowly add the milk as the sauce thickens.  Add the salt and pepper as you like.  Chop the hard boiled egg whites up and add to the sauce. (about 3 eggs was enough for 1 1/2 cups of milk)

Then make some toast.  Break the toast up in pieces on your plate, pour the warm sauce on top and then crumble 1/2 - 1 whole egg yolk on top.  My kids didn't really go for it, because Sam has a thing against all sauces and Haley just wasn't into something new.  But Randy and I loved it!!!  We used three hard boiled eggs among us and it was just the right amount of eggs and sauce.

Making Cookies for us and friends, another tradition

Our yummy treats to share!

Even though we couldn't be home with our family in Utah, we are happy for the traditions that help us feel close to them and to enjoy this Christmas season.

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year!!!

Sarah

Hot Chocolate Kits

I've been meaning to put together Christmas gifts to five to friends and neighbors for several weeks now but have quite gotten to it. Despite all my best efforts to start early this year, it's recently come to my attention that Christmas is a mere few days away. 

It's OK though because what I planned to do is actually pretty simple- Hot Chocolate Kits! And let's all be honest here. We love our neighbors, but we don't love them all $40 or even $20 worth. These hot chocolate kits are super economical and are perfect if you need to make a bunch. You probably already have some of the items in your cupboards waiting to be gifted. 

First, I had some mini dessert a spoons left over from my daughter's baby. I got out some chocolate chips from my baking stash and zapped enough in the microwave to dip the spoons in. Voila, chocolate covered spoons! Just let them dry on some wax paper. 

I got out some holiday tins, another find from the dollar store, and began filling my kits. You could use baskets, boxes, or just group the items in cellophane.

I already had white cups on hand, the kind that are perfect for hot beverages.  You could decorate them with holiday washi tape or stickers. If you're giving this to a neighbor with kids, maybe put the stickers on as part of your kit so they can decorate their own cup. If you don't have paper cups ready on your pantry, again, the dollar store is a cheap place to find some.

Then start filling up your kits with foodies that would go great with hot chocolate! Some of the things I used were:

Pirouline cookies

Candy canes 

Mint cookies

Marshmallows 

Chocolate dipped spoons

Red striped paper straws 

Chocolate Santas

I put each item in clear, self-sealing bags to make it look nice, but ziplock bags would work just as great. I even dug out some stickers I had made last Christmas glad to finally put them to good use. The straws were also another left over item I had from a BBQ over a year ago! 

Here's how one of the finished kits turned out! Pretty cute if I do say so myself.

So if you are like me and it just occurred to you that Christmas is in two days, (that's right I said In TWO MORE DAYS!) then this is a great last minute but thoughtful gift you can put together quickly. It'll be just in time to deliver on Christmas Eve. Maybe keep a couple on hand for that friend who brings by a gift even though you didn't know you were close enough to be "gift giving friends." Or put it together for yourself. Nothing makes a winter blizzard bearable like some hot cocoa. 

Christmas Letters...

This is it. This is the year. The year I finally get to write a Christmas letter! You get to summarize all the wonderful things that happened in your family throughout the past year, catch up with people you never hear from all year long until you get their Christmas letter, and brag about the wonderful things your children do, and wish everyone in one fell swoop Merry Christmas and Happy New Years'!

The Christmas Letter can be thought of as a primitive form of Facebook. For you youngsters out there, its an actual piece of paper that has words on it, and it comes in an envelop with curbside delivery. It usually printed on beautiful holiday stationary with a border of poinsettias of a little image of the Nativity in the corner, sealed together with a fun Christmas sticker.

Now that I have a little family of my own, it's more acceptable to write a Christmas letter. Yes I could just choose the latest design from Tiny Prints and add a darling picture of my daughter for all to see. "Merry Christmas from the Smiths," the only type added. But typing out a Christmas letter takes a little more thought and lets you share with others your gratitude for all the blessings you've received throughout the year.

If there's only one or two young kids in your family, your mom tells everyone about the new words you're learning, what grade you're in at school, what your Halloween costume was. As you get older it boils down to who you're dating and what job you have. If you're an adult still living at home, the language is tricky. You don't want your mom to announce to everyone that you're a failure - you're unemployed or something. I lived at home between graduating for college and getting married. While I basically had the basement to myself and came and went as I pleased, it's not like living at home until you're 24 is an accomplishment. My mom attempted to make it sound like a wonderful thing, that I was living in my "own apartment style living downstairs." I made her take it out and just say I was keeping busy by working and dating. This also makes it sound like I was dating lots of people, instead of the truth, not dating anyone.

I got a sneak peak at my Grandpa's letter this year since he still hand writes his and my mother types it out for him. It's a big deal if you make an appearance in this letter because with the family sprawling out bigger and bigger every year, there's only so much room on a one page letter and and so much to cover. You have to do something big to get rewarded with such an honor. Back when there were fewer than 30 cousins your high school graduation or new job may have been enough. But that doesn't cut it anymore. Unless you're serving an LDS mission or recently had a baby, kiss your chances goodbye. With little Liberty joining our family, our chances this year are good.

While sharing all your fun and excitement the  year has brought, the most important and exciting part about writing a Christmas letter is getting to share the spirit of Christmas by expressing your love and thanks for the Savior, Jesus Christ. My grandpa's always expresses his testimony of the birth of the Christ child, and his gratitude for this beautiful time of year. Whether I've "made it" in the letter or not, this part truly is my favorite part of reading Grandpa's Christmas letter. And I'm looking forward to putting our own thoughts about the true meaning of Christmas in our own.

What a marvelous time of year Christmas is. When its cold and dark outside, we have the Light of the World to bring us warmth, peace, and joy. The birth of Jesus in that humble stable in Bethlehem gives us the most wonderful reason to be cheerful and full of joy. It truly is most wonderful time of the year.

Dollar Store Decorating...

I have the most beautiful wreath to hang on our front door at Christmas time: beautiful faux boughs of blue spruce, twigs woven in to give it depth, big pine cones, and pretty heather and lemon leaves throughout. And my husband hates it. He thinks its too big. I just keep telling him he hasn't learned the art of leaving the house without getting tangled in the wreath yet.

So when I had the opportunity this year to make my own wreath with real cedar, I jumped. I figured I'd have the wonderful smell of  real pine and make my husband happy. All the supplies to make the wreath were provided and it was free!! Someone had even gone around collecting extra pine cones to add. I just had to bring anything extra if I wanted to add it. Of course I was late to the wreath making so I had to finish the trimming when I got home. Its been so cold out that I flipped my wreath hanger around on my front door so I could do my decorating from the cozy confines of my living room.

 I made sure to hit my local Dollar Tree to get a few things. There were some great looking berries that I tucked in here and there for a little pop of color. I found this great ivory poinsettia flower with just the right amount of glitter. The best part is the clip it has so no glue gun needed on this project! Just clip it in where you want it. 

I already had a spool of some sparkly green ribbon in my stash. With a 4 yard piece, I used the same "folding" technique to make my bow that I used in making our witch hat. Check out those instructions here! Since my ribbon was 3" thick, I used a small piece of floral wire (also from Dollar Tree), to keep it all together. I kept the wire ends long and used it to attach it to the wreath. 

I had another ivory and gold ribbon that I wanted to use, but it only had gold foil on one side. Have you ever struggled with making a bow and getting the right side to stay "out." Here's the trick I use...

 I still fold my ribbon back and forth, but after each loop I twist the ribbon over in the center so the back side if facing up. This way, when you fold the ribbon back over for another loop the right side will be facing up. Just keep twisting the ribbon in the center each time you make a loop. Again, I used wire to secure it all together and secure it to my first bow on the wreath.

I clipped in my flower and for the finishing touch I hung a glittery gold dove from the top of the wreath with some floral ribbon. Done! All together, I only spent 5 bucks! And I think I got a great looking wreath that also smells wonderful.

 I asked my husband what he thought of our new wreath and if it passed the not-too-big test. He said it was nice, but I could still trim a couple branches. Well, guess you can't win 'em all.

The Big Fat Christmas Lie.

W

e lied for the first time to my baby girl this past weekend. She's only 4 months so she's probably not affected that much. But I plan to keep up this lie. I'm supposed to protect and love her, shield her from shady creeps and con-men, including future high school jocks, and here we were, planting the seedy seeds of deceit. What did we lie about you ask? Well, we put her on Santa's lap and that was it. We didn't have a big philosophical discussion about whether or not we were going to follow the mainly commercialized tradition of Santa Clause, whether it was so-called idol worshiping or taking away from what Christmas is all about, we just did it. Our parents did it to us, and we turned out OK. No feeling of resentment or ill will towards our parents; no doubts of our faith have crept in because of Santy Clause. This is how the lie went down...

She slept for nearly the entire family party, for which I was grateful, but I was worried she'd miss the big moment when Santa showed up! I wanted her awake for the big moment when she'd get to sit on a strangers lap and I could take a picture! He wasn't really a stranger, one of the cousin's spouses who got roped into putting on the big red suit this year. Poor guy was sweating from the heat. Who wouldn't in a giant velvet outfit with fur cuffs? She loved it. She stared at him with her wide grin and bright eyes, and that's why we did it. Because Christmas is a magical time full of wonder, especially for little children. Don't get me wrong, she's no dummy. She's bright as can be and right away flipped his beard up to reveal the backing was nothing more that a piece of white fuzzy fabric, not even a real fake beard. "Quick, get the pictures while she's smiling!" And that was all there was too it. Easiest lie I ever told. And now I have a picture to save for all time of my daughter's first time meeting Ol' Kris Kringle. 

I remember the last Christmas that I believed in Santa Clause as a child very vividly. I remember because it was the year Santa saved Christmas! At least I thought he did. I wasn't as savvy as Susan Walker in Miracle on 34th Street I guess.  I had asked for a ukulele that year. Seems a little nerdy now, but it was the cool thing to get since all the kids at school were learning how to play them. Now I had asked my parents for one, because I was beginning to suspect it was them all along. When Christmas Eve rolled around my mother told me she had tried to get one, but there wasn't one to be found. She had gone shopping too late in and told me not to be too disappointed. Of course I believed her - why would my mother ever lie to me? Oh the irony.  

Needless to say, my hopes were dashed. There was only one last resort, I had to write a letter to Santa!  I remember going straight to my room and scribbling out my desperate letter telling Santa that he just had to get me a ukulele because my mother had tried but couldn't. I begged and pleaded and even wrote "You are my only hope." I presented the letter to my dad so that he could mail it, but after a quick skim, he decided he first better read it out loud at the party for all to hear. I realized I was being mocked after the laughing ensued. Even still, I was just sure Santa could fulfill my Christmas wish. I bundled up with my dad and he took me to the post office at 11 pm Christmas Eve. Apparently by 3rd grade I hadn't yet figured out how the post office worked.I truly believed it would get to the North Pole in time for Santa's elves to crank out one more ukulele for me. It was before midnight after all, Christmas hadn't come yet. 

When Christmas morning came, I looked at all the presents under the tree and there wasn't a single box shaped like it should. Wait, what was that triangle box up on the mantel? My very own ukulele. It worked! Santa got my letter! He saved Christmas! I'm sure my parents gave each other a sly wink once they realized they had convinced me for at least one more year of the existence of St. Nick.

Does it mean because we've introduced Santa that we aren't teaching our daughter the true meaning of Christmas? Is she too young still? 

I was going to do the decorating myself. Not really the kind of thing my husband gets into. And Liberty is much to young to do much other than stare at the mesmerizing Christmas lights as I try to string them evenly on the tree. But if she's not to young to introduce the story of an ancient jolly man who lives in frigid temperatures while employing all the world's elves to make toys, flies around the world on a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer just to squeeze into your chimney at night, the only man who's been pardoned in every county to commit breaking and entering to leave gifts and eat the cookies you really want to keep for yourself. While she may not "get" who Santa is, she's bright and I'm sure she's pickin' up some of what we're puttin' down. So of course she's old enough to teach her the TRUE story Christmas. The story of God sending His Son to Earth as a tiny, innocent and beautiful baby boy, born in a stable to Mary and Joseph, where humble shepherds came to see and worship Him. In fact, I'm sure she could teach us a thing or two having come straight from heaven not that long ago. While I'm handling the majority of the holiday decorations, we'll be setting up the nativity sets together this year.

-Rachael 

Becoming Grateful Day 30: Doing Chores for Others

Thinking back on all the things we have done this month to increase our gratitude, we hope you've become more grateful in some way.  Today is the last day of November, and the last day for our little series, but becoming grateful doesn't stop here.  When we become something, it is a part of us and something we are always in the process of.  You don't arrive at a finish line for gratitude and say "Well, I made it. I'm grateful now."  Each of us will spend all our lives becoming grateful.  Hopefully each day we remember to give thanks and love a little more.  I hope that this month has prepared you for today's idea:

Chores!

How is doing a CHORE going to help you feel gratitude?  At my house chores are never really done and sometimes there's an uneven balance of who does them.  We all enjoy having a clean home, organized closets, crumb free cars, and so forth, but sometimes the doing just doesn't get done all the way all the time; life happens.  Do you feel like the one on the Right or the Left?  Haha, I freely admit I have felt like both ladies sometimes.

                                    

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But do you see the little boy on the left?  How happy is that kid?  He's not complaining.  He's helping.  Maybe he helps all the time, or maybe this is just a one time thing.  Okay, he's just a cartoon, but imagine all the possibilities here.

 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Matthew 25:40

When we serve others, we show love for them and we feel love for them.  When we feel this love, we also feel gratitude for them.  In my house there are some chores that are done by certain family members by default:  I usually (not always) wash laundry, my husband usually takes out the trash and our kids are learning how to do their share of picking up their toys and so on.

Someone I know stayed up late ironing her son's shirts the night before he left to go on a mission.  At first when I heard this, I thought "psh, that boy needs to learn to iron his own clothes!"  Later I thought, "I think that mom loves her son and wanted to serve him every moment she could while she could."  What a difference in gratitude our attitude makes.  

When I think about serving someone in this way, I think what a blessing it could be to them.  We can feel sympathy and love by helping our family members with things that might be normal mundane chores.  We will feel grateful to them that they do it all the time.  We will feel grateful for the hard work and dedication it takes to keep things organized and clean.  We will feel good that we gave them a break because they might be just a little tired from all the other things in life.  

We can feel grateful by saying "thanks Dad for taking out the garbage," but it is by doing that we grow the most.  So instead of saying thanks, give thanks.  Show you love someone and are are grateful to them by doing something for them.  We really do feel gratitude when we serve others.  I know that when we choose the simple, regular ol' chores to serve by, that we'll find we are more grateful than we thought we were at the beginning.  Happy cleaning Saturday!  

Happy day of Gratitude!  We hope you Become Grateful every day!!!

Becoming Grateful Day 29: Give a Donation

GIVE A DONATION

This is the first year in a long time that I haven't gone out in the wee hours of the morning to hit the big sales with all the other sale-crazed Black Friday shoppers. Its true that I'm experience some symptoms of withdrawal, but when a baby keeps you up most nights, getting up at 3 or 4 am to save a few bucks doesn't seem  as appealing as it usually does.

But if you headed out as soon as the Thanksgiving meal was done to get your spot at Walmart and were out there trying to use a Grande Caramel Apple Cider as your only heating source, chances are you've come away with a big score. Good for you! (I'd like a mini Ipad too, but like I said, sleep is a far more precious commodity around here.) And chances are, you now have to find a place to temporarily store all the "stuff" for the next 26 days, and then find a permanent spot for it. It makes for a perfect time to de-clutter and go through what you have and don't need and donate it!
I always wanted clothes for Christmas when I was a teenager but it usually meant I had to give up some "oldies" but "goodies" that were in the back of my closet. In between setting up the tree, stringing the cranberries and popcorn, and hanging the wreath, take some time to go through some of your clothes or your children's toys and pass them onto someone else who could use them. It's always humbling to recognize the abundance you have compared to someone else who doesn't have as much. Take your children with you to drop off your donations. It's good for them to see where their toys are going and who they are helping. They will appreciate the experience and not just see it as having toys they sorta still like being taken away.

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ou simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your life. And you will have set in motion an ancient spiritual law: the more you have and are grateful for, the more will be given you.  

                                                              -Sarah Ban Breathnach

Here is a list of a few places you can donate in the Salt Lake City area. This is the smallest list compared to so many places! As you go through your things, think about how much you are blessed with that you even have an opportunity to give to others. And the gratitude others will feel by receiving your gift is a wonderful expression to see.

Salvation Army - Salt Lake City
The Road Home
Deseret Industries
Junior League of SLC - Women Helping Women

Becoming Grateful Day 28: Pray for Gratitude

PRAY FOR GRATITUDE

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice. - Meister Eckhart

"The First Thanksgiving" by Jennie Augusta Brownscombe

“…doing all things with prayer and thanksgiving…”

Doctrine & Covenants 46:7

Happy Thanksgiving! I bet those William Bradford's little band of those original pilgrims and Native Americans would be amazed at what their harvest celebration has turned into these days. After getting over the shock of what an automobile is, I think they'd be impressed with how many hundreds of miles family members will drive to be with loved ones, even when a blizzard is raging. And I think all the women would love having an oven to cook that big bird in, especially since they didn't have to pluck and clean it themselves but just pick up a nice plump Butterball at the local grocery store. But they may also be disappointed in the commercialism that comes along with Thanksgiving and pretty much every major holiday these days. For some, Thanksgiving is just a day to prep for the Black Friday sales. As soon as the meal is cleaned up and the men are settled with a plate of pumpkin pie in front of the 72"er watching whichever football team is winning against whatever other football team, the ads come out and the planning begins. Especially now that the sales start on the holiday, you've got to shop nearly through the night to hit the big deals. 

With so much going on today, from getting the food mixed and cooked and baked (or in my case, crock-potted), to laughing and playing with nieces and nephews, a round or two of Dominion, catching the latest flick at the IMAX theater, it's actually possible to get through the entire day of Thanksgiving without giving thanks. I'm not only talking about being socially polite and thanking mom or grandma for the wonderful meal she made. Although you better be sure to do that. And its more than going around the table and letting each person take a turn to acknowledge something nice in their life they appreciate, while this can be a good start and darling when little children are included.

Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every

 man has many--not on your past misfortunes, 

of which all men have some - Charles Dickens

Amidst all the action and family time, take a moment to thank God for the day and all the blessing you have been given. Have you ever said a prayer and never asked for anything? Only gave thanks for the blessings you have recieved? The first time I made an attempt to do this following a youth leaders encouragement, it turned out to be harder than I thought. I really had to focus on the words I was saying in my prayer. While it is great to ask for blessings for our family and loved ones or for what our needs may be, it is also good to try saying a prayer where you only give thanks and not ask for anything. Try it. You'll find the list of things you are grateful for will grow as you concentrate on thanking your Father in Heaven for them. You'll find the words you say will be more meaningful, like Christie Skrinak did. She shared her story of offering a prayer of only gratitude :

As the week progressed, my prayers changed from “I thank Thee for food, clothing, and shelter” to “I thank Thee for the family that Thou hast preserved and kept well, for the protection Thou dost continue to afford us. I thank Thee for the provisions Thou wilt continue to bless us with.” I also remember praying, “I thank Thee for our dependence upon Thee, for Thy mindfulness of us, and for the pathway Thou art preparing for us to escape this bondage, whatever it may be.” Somewhere along the line, my prayers became prayers of not just gratitude, not just humility, but of faith also. Without asking for blessings, I was expressing faith that the Lord would provide for us, and my faith was growing exponentially. (Excerpt from My Prayers of Gratitude by Christie Skrinak)

If thou art merry, praise the Lord with singing, with music, with dance, and with a prayer of praise and thanksgiving.

Doctrine & Covenants 136:28

Thanksgiving 2012 - We smoked a 20 lb. turkey just for the two of us! (Rachael)

“Think to thank. In these 

three words is the finest capsule 

course for a happy marriage, 

a formula for enduring friendship, 

and a pattern for personal happiness.”

-Thomas S. Monson

Take time to meditate and think about what you want to pray about.  This will help you to avoid rushing or rambling in your prayer.  Prayer is two way communication, not just a drive through order for Heaven's help.  I think it helps to make sure you won't have interruptions, even if that means you tell the family--I'm busy for a little while.  I also think actually kneeling down makes prayer just that much more reverent.    

Thank you to our small little group of readers.  Happy Thanksgiving!
Love, Rachael and Sarah