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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Christmas Story: Children's Edition

Dear Readers,

Merry Christmas!  We've had a great 2 day celebration.  Christmas for me starts on Christmas eve when you hunker down in the afternoon and that "sacred" time begins where it's 100% family, 100% love, 100% fun.  There's no communication with the outside world, making a humbler, simpler setting to truly worship Jesus Christ and reflect on the story of Christ's birth.

My Nativity Table...I only pulled out my children's nativities this year.

Our Christmas story went like this this year!

My daughter insists that whenever we use tell the Christmas story that we start at the very beginning which means to her "when Mary goes to get the water."  If you watch the this Bible video, "An Angel Foretells Christ's Birth to Mary" you'll see that it starts showing rippling water then Mary getting water before the angel appears...totally necessary to her, though not in the scriptures.

So here we go.

Luke 1:26-38
26 And in the sixth month the aangel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth,
 27 To a avirgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary.
 28 And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that arthighly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou amongawomen.
 29 And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be.
 30 And the angel said unto her, aFear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
 31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name AJESUS.
 32 He shall be great, and shall be called the aSon of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the bthrone of his fathercDavid:
 33 And he shall areign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no bend.
 34 Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing Iaknow not a man?
 35 And the angel answered and said unto her, The aHoly Ghostshall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the bSon of God.
 36 And, behold, thy acousin Elisabeth, she hath also conceived a son in her bold age: and this is the sixth month with her, who was called barren.
 37 For with God nothing shall be aimpossible.
 38 And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

Mary prepped and ready to go!

Getting the water before the angel appeared.

In awe after listening to the angel.....which if you watch the video, my daughter has mastered every facial expression that Mary does.  It was quite fun to watch her BE Mary.

18 aNow the bbirth of Jesus Christ was con this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost.
 19 Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a publick aexamplebwas minded to cput her away privily.
 20 But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a adream, saying, Joseph, thou son ofbDavid, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the cHoly Ghost.
 21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his anameBJESUS: for he shall csave his people from their sins.
No picture...I was the angel, and the narrator, and couldn't juggle the camera while reading from the scriptures because Husband was Joseph.

 Luke 2:1-7
  And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Cæsar Augustus, that all athe world should be btaxed.
 (And this ataxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, unto the city of David, which is calledaBethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
 To be taxed with Mary his aespoused wife, being great with child.
 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
 And she brought forth her afirstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the binn.
Riding the donkey to Bethlehem

Does she look like a lady who just had a baby or what?!?!

I always tell her that Mary needed a place to lay down and rest when we talk about the journey to Bethlehem.

Mom and baby all cleaned up and happy.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the aglory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you agood tidings of great bjoy, which shall be to all people.
 11 For unto you is aborn this day in the city of David a bSaviour, which is Christ the cLord.
 12 And this shall be a asign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
 14 aGlory to God in the highest, and on earth bpeace, good will toward men.
 15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
 16 And they came with ahaste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
 17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
 18 And all they that heard it awondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.
 19 But Mary kept all these things, and apondered them in her heart.

Cutest shepherd ever out in the fields!

Fear not!

I bring you good tidings of great joy!

A Savior which is Christ the Lord!

A Heavenly Host.....We sang "Far, Far Away on Judea's Plains."

Son finding the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.

O Come Let Us Adore Him!

behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

 When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.
 10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.
 11 ¶And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and afrankincense, and myrrh.

A Star in the East!

Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh

12 And being warned of God in a adream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.
 13 And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
 14 When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:

This part was really important to Daughter that we didn't skip it, not sure why.  On the way to Egypt!

Mother, Mary, Fair

Wait, One last costume change!

We ended with a testimony meeting where we all shared our feelings about the Nativity and Jesus Christ.  It was especially sweet that Daughter bore her testimony unprompted.  It wasn't just a couple of rote sentences, but had some real meat to it.  I love it when my children feel the Spirit.

Then we took a picture, which would have been awesome if it didn't come out fuzzy....and went to bed!

And then we woke up to an awesome Christmas.

Merry Christmas!!!


Sunday, December 8, 2013

A Nativity

Dear Lindsay,
For your collection.

Story of Christmas - an infographic
Click to learn more about the story of Christmas.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Ground is Still Intact

Dear Readers,

Hello.  It's been awhile, so let's get this awkward conversation over with.  I don't have anything earth-shattering to say today, because I just need to break the ice.

We've a health issue over here (read 20+ doctor's visits in 2 months, and 4 ER visits, a surgery, and more prescriptions than we can remember to take).  Did you know being sick is a full-time job?  All 4 of us have just not been healthy, and if we take care of one thing, then something else comes up.

So, this is for me.  This blog isn't a scary place.  It's my place and I just need to remember that it's here.

I don't have a lack of material to share, for I have meaningful experiences daily.  I'm still thinking about families a lot.  I'm excited for fall and Thanksgiving.  My gratitude for my Savior is increasing as I continue to study the Atonement.  This makes me look forward to Christmas more than I have before.  My marriage is doing the best it's ever done.  I'm content with my life and I rejoice in the teachings of the gospel as I read the talks from General Conference.  I received my print edition of the Ensign a couple of days ago, but you can find it all online here.

I do have a lack of time and energy from nursing this family and fulfilling my other commitments.  I can't usually just churn out a post in 10 minutes.  That's not how I write.  But I don't have time for how I want to write, so I ignore this blog.  And the more time that passes, the harder it is get back in the groove.

I have excuses for sure.  I also do not want to become prideful.  I want to share my experiences, but in no way do I want to appear as the expert on The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I'm not.  I'm not their official spokesperson, so I don't need to make speculation or share my thoughts about Church policies and if I like them or not, or if I think they are right or not.  That's not what this blog is about.  I'm a regular person trying to be healed by the Atonement of Jesus Christ and create meaningful relationships in this short life before I'm called home to my Maker and held accountable for my choices on this Earth.

So, c'mon Lindsay, make it happen.

Let's get groovy and start writing again.


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Wearing My Sunday Best

Dear Friend C,

I haven't written for awhile.  I remember something you told me once about perspective and I had a good experience to share back with you about perspective.

I was sitting in Sacrament Meeting a few weeks ago when all of a sudden my daughter bumped one of my hair clips.  This wouldn't have to be a big deal, and for most people it might not be, but bumping one of my hair clips, that is holding an unruly (slightly curly) mane, into something presentable is a big deal.

As I was worried about what my hair might look like and thinking about how long of a walk to the bathroom it'd be to find out, I started to take stock of the rest of my appearance.

Maybe Messed Up Hair - check
Rumpled Wrinkly Clothes - check
Sweaty (and Maybe Smelly?) Armpits - check
Baby Liquids on Clothes - check
Worn Off Lipstick - check
By the time I had gone through my whole appearance, I was feeling rather disheveled.  What a great word.....but not a great feeling.

I told myself it didn't really matter what others thought about me, but I just felt like I wasn't wearing my "Sunday best".  I grew up having been taught that you wore your very best to Church and consequently the temple.  Conference talks have long since agreed.  We've been reminded to not wear flip flops or casual attire.  The standards for youth (For the Strength of Youth) says, "Through your dress and appearance, you can show that you know how precious your body is.  You can show that you are a disciple of Jesus Christ and that you love Him."  I wanted Jesus Christ to know that I loved Him.  I wanted to follow Him.  I wanted to be His disciple.

So as I sat in Sacrament Meeting feeling......disheveled.....I kind of muttered to myself,

"I'm sorry, Savior."

I truly felt it.  Despite having dressed and prepared that morning for my Sunday best, I felt bad it hadn't translated to sitting during the Sacrament with my dress reflecting that I was HIS disciple.

Or did it?

I realized that my hair clip had been bumped, because my daughter was climbing on my lap to sit and snuggle close and feel of my love for her.  Same with the rumpled clothes.....two kids being given attention, showing them that they mattered, loving them as the Savior would have and parenting them as their Heavenly Father would have.

I was extra hot and sweaty from having arrived at church alone with my two children.  I had been responsible to carry in the baby and his car seat in one arm with a cookie sheet filled with materials for my calling in the Primary, my daughter's Primary talk, and my purse all in the other arm.  Mix in I live in a hot, humid climate and yes I had definitely raised my core body temp with the mini workout.  Why was I alone?  I was supporting my husband as he had attended an early morning meeting then immediately sat down to play music at the organ as he was responsible for the organ music that day.  Double duty, not a usual thing, which is why I wasn't used to doing all of this alone.  Supporting my husband complete two assignments is definitely a worthy cause that I think the Savior approves of.

I know I haven't really posted the story of my Son yet, but if you've been with me at all, then you know that I've posted about infertility and adoption.....Son was a surprise miracle.  His journey here was something else, but he is here now, and so I feel a great sense of gratitude and responsibility for him.  Babies have all sorts of things coming out of their mouth, but I'd rather have whatever concoction of ickiness than nothing at all with no baby.  I'm fulfilling my divine role as a mother, nurturing and caring for one of Heavenly Father's spirit children.  All part of The Plan, the same plan that the Savior volunteered for.

My lipstick was nearly gone by the time we got to church because as we were driving, my daughter was reviewing her Primary talk.  She was practicing re-telling a story and I was coaching her on the right things to say and in what order.  Also, I was demonstrating how to talk into a microphone.  I had clenched up my fist to pretend it was the microphone and was showing that there should be space in-between her lips and the microphone.  Then I put my lips on my hand to show her that when you spoke that way, the words were not clear (and not hygienic).  This resulted in a loss of lipstick and no chance to reapply, but I was teaching my child.   I'm raising two future missionaries to preach of His Church, His Gospel, to be His disciples just like I am now.

So while to the average eye I was rumpled, messy, wet, not pristine or perfect, my perspective changed and I knew that I was okay.  Better than okay.  I WAS giving my Savior, my absolute Sunday best.  Every single one of my actions was connected to building up His Church.

And isn't that about the BEST way to spend a Sunday?

I love you.

His disciple,

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

My Small Car

Dear Readers,

"Mom, why does she have a small car?"

An innocent little girl truly wanted to know, why I didn't have a mini van like their family did and probably every other family that she knows.

Well, I just don't have need for more than 4 seats.

There's Me, Husband, Daughter, and Son.

To be clear, this is MY son that miraculously grew in my tummy (not a foster/adopt).  I figured it was time to introduce him here on the blog, but if I thought I was protective of my daughter on the internet, I can't believe how hesitant I have been to post Son here.  Revealing that Son is here will make blogging some things easier.  I've been holding several to post until I revealed my little cutie.  Also, I was without internet which is why we missed a couple of weeks.

The longest story on earth (the story of my children) will be told another day, just know that he is here.

I answered the girl that I had a "teeny weeny family" and so I just needed a teeny weeny small car.  Her family had 5 kids in it, so every seat was filled in the van.  I told her that Heavenly Father wanted her family to big so she needed a big car and He wanted my family to be small so I had a small car.

Ever since discovering that the Sharing time outline theme for 2014 is about the family....officially called Families are Forever (see previous post)....I can't stop thinking about it!  I can't get the song "The Family is of God" out of my head.  It's so happy and positive about families and I love the lyrics that teach the doctrine!


Monday, September 2, 2013

Preparing Teenagers

Dear Readers,

Maybe no one else cares, but the 2014 Sharing time outline is now available.  I care and have been anxiously waiting to get to sneak ahead.  I love seeing if anything will overlap with the remainder of this year so that the children will get extra repetition.

Find it here!  We're talking about families.

I keep meaning to mention that I spend my time in Primary.  When I was asked to work with these children (ages 3-11), the Bishop specifically charged me with the task of preparing teenagers.   Having been previously over the 12-18 year-olds, I know what an important job that is.  Working with youth can easily be crisis control, especially if they don't come from a great home situation.  As a leader it makes the job a lot harder.  Parents are first teachers and we're supposed to support them.  Not the other way around.  We all know that every situation isn't ideal so leaders often try to fill in the gaps, especially when the youth have a testimony and desire to follow the teachings of Christ's church and the parents don't.  (I love working with the youth too, even if they do need some extra lovin'.). There are so many great youth with such bright futures, but I would ache for them because they were years behind where they could have been if they had better parent support.

Which is why I love to teach in the Primary and try to help them before they are teenagers and are in need of some crisis control.  And why it'll be especially great to be focused on forever families that are ordained of God next year.

Awww, and quickly previewing the outline looks so perfect to teach this doctrine.  I am so blessed to be in Primary.


Monday, August 26, 2013

Hope an Anchor of the Soul

Dear Friend P,

I was reading the Ensign and loved the article about hope (link won't be live until September, but pg. 62 in the hard copy of the September 2013 Ensign).  I thought you would too.  I thought you would like to add it to your personal collection readings on hope.  I enjoyed all of our conversations about hope that we used to have.

I also thought you might like this video.  While not tagged for hope I really thought the message tied into it "a secure anchor".  Definitely something that I needed right now.  "Hope is an anchor of the soul" as Paul says (Heb. 6:19).  Which is why I correlated the movie and article together.

If this finds you in good health let me know and I'll write something longer with more substance and yes I'll still hand-write it, just for you.


Monday, August 19, 2013

Cherishing the Role

Dear Friend M,

I considered naming today's post "Three minutes in a bathroom", but I just knew that wasn't a good idea to post on the internet.  I am writing today though to inform you that I will have to cancel piano lessons tomorrow.  My piano is inaccessible because that "piano studio" is not the piano studio anymore.  It's a mess of boxes.

I might actually get some work done if I wasn't staring at my kids all day cherishing my role as a mother.  They are just too cute and distracting and I don't want to blink and miss a thing.

So recently some of my best motherhood moments guessed the bathroom.  Now I've definitely had plenty of terrible and yucky motherhood moments in the bathroom as well (though I'm grateful that those usually turn into fatherhood moments :) )

My daughter and I were in a busy airport.  I took her into the bathroom and waited for her.  I then informed her that I would be using the restroom and due to the large hustle and bustle of that busy airport that she could either come in the stall with me or wait right outside the stall door where I could see her shoes so that I would know if anyone tried to steal her.  She opted to wait outside and I saw her brand new purple/ white tennis shoes restlessly waiting, but obediently right outside the door.  The next thing I know I see little pudgy fingers trying to poke through the gap in-between the door and the wall where the hinges are.  It made me smile to see my kid act like a kid!  What would you do if you had to wait outside of a bathroom stall.  Then I can tell she's tapping all around the door and proceeds to knock the door the open!!! (stupid unreliable lock)  I think this was due to trying to get her other fingers through the gap on the otherside of the door all at once.  She quickly closed it for me, but I wasn't mad.  I was too amused at watching her child-like fun (in a mundane situation.)

We made our way over to the sinks and the fun continued.  I washed my hands.  She washed her hands and then went to dry them.  I was wondering what was taking her so long when I noticed that she was making faces in the curved shiny metal nozzle as it was an electric blower.  The curved metal was distorting her face as she moved closer and then further away.  We laughed together.  I opted to use a paper towel (personal preference, and I figured since both were offered you were supposed to choose your personal preference).  It was an automatic dispenser and I raised my hand which in turn turned on a light as a towel came buzzing out.  My daughter, being a child, noticed the light, and was fascinated by the automation of the machine and held her hand out to make a paper towel dispense right into her hand as well.

We then went bouncing back out into the airport never having had so much fun!  I've used a bathroom hundreds, thousands of times.  I've helped my daughter in the bathroom hundreds, thousands? of times.  I'm grateful that I could see the experience through her eyes.

I love being a mom, and because of this my piano is inaccessible.  I'd apologize for quite literally staring at my children all day, but I just can't.  My road to motherhood isn't the road that I wanted to start or finish, but I do want to "cherish the role that is uniquely mine,"(Elder Holland, source) because no one else gets to have the angels that I do.

This quote is always in the back of my mind:
"If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly." Thomas S. Monson, source
I wasn't the best at cherishing my time as a mother in the past, but now I am a lot better about it.

See you next week!


*The three minutes is just an estimate...I didn't time it :)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

More Committed

Dear World,

In neglecting to keep up this blog, naysayers may delight in thinking that I, Lindsay, have wavered in my faith.  Perhaps they think that it was a passing fad like one might make other lifestyle experimentations (i.e. diets, exercise plans, breaking a habit).  Maybe I never was really committed in the first place, just a dabbler, not adequate to be a proclaimer of this gospel.

Not true.

If anything I am more committed than ever.  My testimony strengthens daily, hourly, and I know that there is a God who loves me, KNOWS me BY NAME, and is mindful of my life.  He sends angels to minister to me daily, hourly, constantly.  I truly am nothing as He has given me everything.  I believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ, and his all-encompassing atonement.  It covers all pain, injustices, and paves the way to provide the mercy I need to be accepted back into God's presence.  I am a Christian.  I love to read the Bible.  I love to learn more about my Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.

As I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or Mormon, I do read the Book of Mormon.  It is another testament of Jesus Christ.  It tells of His interactions with those in the Americas.  It tells of the story of those people because God loves all of his children, not just those in Jerusalem.  I have read the Book of Mormon in its entirety and completed "Moroni's Promise."  I prayed to know if the book was true.  I received the answer as it says in Moroni 10:5. ("by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things")  I felt a warmth in my soul and a knowledge of truth in my mind that I could not make go away or deny that I felt.

I recognize that Thomas S. Monson is the prophet called in these days.  He is the Lord's mouthpiece.  I maintain my worthiness to enter into temples.  They are the House(s) of the Lord and no unclean thing may enter.  I hold sacred the things I learn and the peace that temple attendance brings me.

I proclaim that I know that the family is the most basic unit of society.  The family is ordained of God.  Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan (The Family: A Proclamation to the World, paragraph 7)  Because the family is "essential" to God's plan.  Satan is trying to tear families apart.   I see it every. single. day.  I feel like I have to work VERY hard every. single. day. to keep my family strong and together in one heart, mind, and purpose.

Knowing these things so strongly myself makes it hard to understand that there are people in this world that do NOT know them for themselves.  Some have never ever been introduced to have the option to reject these truths.  Others have been introduced and have either rejected them or are slow in learning/ accepting them.  It is this reason that I must make a more committed effort to post on this blog.  I know people are searching for truth and they need a place to find it.

I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is the one and only Church that provides a way to live with God again due to the priesthood authority that it has to perform the necessary ordinances on Earth that need to happen.  The Mormons don't have a lock on a belief in God or Jesus or all the good things that Christendom has to offer, but they do have the priesthood authority from Jesus Christ to baptize, etc.

My friends who are looking for truth.  Look here.  Know that I know.  It is true.


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

First Place (ment)

Dear Readers,

I've been keeping a secret.  Ok, probably lots of them.

Did you know that I'm a licensed foster parent?  There I said it.  Now everyone knows.  Even as I'm typing this I'm thinking, "Me, a licensed foster parent?  Who?  Come again?"  Foster parents are people with big hearts and maybe crazy?  (That's what I used to think.)  Yeah, I am a foster parent.  I have been for months.

This has been in the making for several years.  When I first began considering foster care, I lived in a state where I didn't feel comfortable with the way the system was run.  Then I moved to a different state.  Each state does things a little bit differently and I liked what I saw here.  My husband and I decided to take the plunge and plunge we did.  Hours of classes, mounds of paperwork, background checks, a minivan purchase and more were completed to get our license.  In the beginning, I admit motivations were purely selfish......Must. Get. Siblings. For. Daughter.  But as time passed I realized that I couldn't foster if my only motivation was for my own personal gain.  As I looked inside of myself my heart changed and I really did want to provide a better life for these children more than for myself.  Drugs, abuse, neglect, things that make you sick to your stomach and would never want to be involved with, are what these innocent children have to go through.  I was able to put my selfishness aside.  I've changed into really wanting to help even if it means at the end of the road there are no siblings to adopt for my daughter.

The massive "packet" that we turned in last May

Bought some ice cream on the way home from DHS to celebrate turning in that massive packet

For awhile I thought my family was moving again so I thought that our foster journey was going to be over before it even began.  (There ended up being a situation that slowed down my availability so by the time we'd be available we'd be moving.)  It made me sad, because I did want to help children.  I felt a calling.  I had sacrificed several things to become a foster parent.  When Elder Oaks gave his conference talk last October ("Protect the Children"), I was in awe.  I don't know if I even breathed during the whole talk.  I was spellbound.   At the end I turned to my husband and said "Is this an infomercial for adoption?"  I couldn't believe that an apostle of the Lord was speaking about something that I had pondered in my heart for months!!!  But, I was confused.  I WANTED to help children, but yet Heavenly Father had made it impossible (at that time).

Then we found out that we were not moving.  Husband was going to work right where we were.  Not very convenient for the other aspects of my life, but very convenient if I was going to foster (because I wasn't going to do it in our next location).  But so much time had passed...I had actually started moving on.  I don't know where my license is right now if I even still have it.  I know I did throw away the handbook, etc.  I hadn't ever actually bought beds for the kids to sleep in, so it felt like a distant dream fading away.

And so began the nudges from Heavenly Father to remind me that I wanted to help "protect the children".

After months of no calls about placements, we received 4-5 calls in one month.  Honestly, I had forgotten that I was a licensed foster home when I received the first call.  It was compelling though.  There were three brothers who couldn't be split up on a stormy Friday night.  They were from the neighboring county and the case worker said that I was the FOURTEENTH foster home that she had tried.  This was after 2 different family members flaked out on taking the brothers.  Sixteen homes rejected these 3 boys and two of them were their own relatives.  How would that make you feel?  (They didn't tell the boys that, and they were turned away for various reasons like homes had the maximum number of allowed children, etc. but I'm just trying to make a point.)  I didn't have any beds in my house and I felt terrible.  Not terrible enough to go out and buy beds the next day though.  I did feel bad, I just wasn't in a rush.

Then I got a letter in the mail about new training classes that had to be completed.  I wasn't available any of the dates listed and so I figured I'd get around to it when I felt like it.  Like I said, the calls kept coming.  I began to wonder if there was something to all of this foster business.  I mean seriously there was nothing, absolutely no contact, from the state for over 6 months and now stuff every few days?

I went to the temple.  I had a lot of questions about a lot of things in my future.  The message was clear.  "Get the blue room ready."  The "blue" room is our third bedroom that was my sewing and craft room/ computer room/ storage room filled with boxes.  I still didn't feel any urgency, but I did come home and look at bunk beds online.  I found some dressers and did buy those.  A week later I looked at the bunk beds in the store......... and still didn't buy.

The price on those bunk beds dropped by $50.  I said "Ok, Heavenly Father, I'm on it."

They'll be here in less than a week.

Everything does feel right.  And that's good.  I'm awaiting my first placement to show up any minute (yes, without the bunk beds).  A one week temporary respite placement.

I strongly urge anyone who has made it to the end of this post to read Elder Oak's talk with new perspective.  There are many innocent children who are victims of adult's choices.  I know that for my own daughter I want to give her the best.  I want her to feel like a champion, successful at life, like she's won first place.  I want all children to feel that.  They are all God's children and He loves them all equally.

Let's help them.  Support me in helping them.

Pray for me.  I'm excited and nervous.  (Which might be why this post might seem scatterbrained and incomplete.)