How does your light shine?
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Lake Front Property
If you’ve been around a while–around this blog, I mean–then you may remember a post about our silly, floody house–that all the kids grew up in. If you need a refresher here’s the very post.
At any rate–I recently found this picture of old Daney-boy doing a heroic dive and slide–on our front lawn–to prove to his posterity that we did indeed survive a couple of pretty terrific floods. What you’re missing is how much of that water was pouring into our basement window at the very same time. After a while we learned to set everything downstairs on 2 x 4’s so when the next down pour came along–it couldn’t mercilessly soak all my stuff—from the ground up.
Well, that is–except my kids.
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Crazy People
What is it about those silly photo booths…
that takes normally, serious, level headed, rational people…
and turns them into complete and total…
nut jobs?
Oh, alright…perhaps we were half way there to begin with.
Just saying.
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{Sacrifice}
“The degree of our love for the Lord and for our fellowmen can be measured by what we are willing to sacrifice for them. Sacrifice is a demonstration of pure love.”
Elder M. Russell Ballard
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Goodbye My Boy
This…my sweet “Bald Kid” is leaving us now, for the Missionary Training Center for three months–then on to Siberia–for two years.
I’m deeply proud of his willingness to serve, but—
oh, the ache in my heart.
Behind him it feels as if he’s left a huge gaping hole with no bottom.
The absence of him is in every corner of every room…socks–his socks…. bananas–he loves bananas… his aftershave… his car keys… his Viking quilt… and his kitty that can’t find him–anywhere.
Many moms are so-so perfect at this “sending them off into the great adventurous unknown” to work and serve and grow up. But, as you might expect, I’m not so good at it. Fact is—I’m a blubbering wreck.
I wander around the rooms and think, “I’m not ready for this. No. It’s happening too fast. I need more time…”
More time.
And yet, somehow I’m quite certain we will survive the away-ness of my baby boy–for the next two years–but…
I think…
just barely.
Be brave, and well and happy in your new world my dear, sweet boy, and know that our love and prayers and such a piece of your Mama’s heart are going with you…
till we’re together again.
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