Sunday, November 30, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Christmas Time
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Breakfast in Bed
Sunday, November 9, 2014
The Family Is of God
The Family Is of God
Our Father has a family. It’s me!
It’s you, all others too: we are His children.
He sent each one of us to earth, through birth,
To live and learn here in fam’lies.
A father’s place is to preside, provide,
To love and teach the gospel to his children.
A father leads in fam’ly prayer to share
Their love for Father in Heaven.
A mother’s purpose is to care, prepare,
To nurture and to strengthen all her children.
She teaches children to obey, to pray,
To love and serve in the fam’ly.
I’ll love and serve my family and be
A good example to each fam’ly member.
And when I am a mom or dad, so glad,
I’ll help my fam’ly remember:
God gave us families to help us become what He wants us to be—
This is how He shares His love, for the fam’ly is of God.
Text: Matthew Neeley
This song moved me to tears today during the primary program. I had never heard it before and it touched my soul.
I hope I am presiding, providing, teaching the Gospel, leading in famy prayer, nurturing, nurturing, loving, teaching to obey and pray, strengthening, and to love and serve. My heart aches to do all these things perfect, but my heart, mind, and hands grow weary at times. I hope the Lord is pleased even when the most I can give is meager.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Shoot your tooth out
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Phoenix Temple Openhouse

Kaelani loved it as well. She too loved the baptism font. The most amazing part of our tour was realizing how much Kaelani is learning. I often feel like it is far more a fight than a gain in doing family prayer, scripture study, and home evening. Today, the Lord sent a tender sweet mercy. In addition to reminding us twice this past week to do prayers, she said several things while in the temple. In the baptistry before anyone said a word, Kaelani said,
"Mama, I get baptized. I go under. My hair get wet. I baptized. Mama, you watch me."
She repeatedly stated she'd get baptized, she'd go under the water, and her hair would get wet. Every time we passed a picture of the Savior, she would point and say, "Jesus Christ" and point it out. "Jesus Christ talking to boy."
I am so grateful for my Father in Heaven extending the sweet mercies to me, and letting me know that while I feel like my efforts may be in vain - and at times I struggle - they really are paying off. There is nothing sweeter than hearing your children openly and freely talk about their hopes and their desire in choosing righteous activities.











































