Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Children by Boyd K. Packer

I really love this talk and I think the quote that stuck out to me the most was:
"Children are the past, the present, and the future all blended into one. They are consummately precious. Every time a child is born, the world is renewed in innocence."

Somes I lose sight of the precious innocence of children and of how they are sent to change the world. We try so hard to teach them when infact we should be letting them teach us of the beauty and innocence of the world. I need to learn to be more like the little children and learn to see the world the way they see it. 
Children- Boyd K. Packer
Many years ago in Cuzco, high in the Andes Mountains of Peru, Elder A. Theodore Tuttle and I held a sacrament meeting in a long, narrow room with a door that opened onto the street. It was night and it was very cold.
While Elder Tuttle spoke, a little boy, perhaps six years old, appeared in the doorway. He was naked except for a ragged shirt that went about to his knees.
On our left was a small table with a plate of bread for the sacrament. This ragged street orphan saw the bread and inched slowly along the wall toward it. He was almost to the table when a woman on the aisle saw him. With a stern toss of her head, she banished him out into the night. I groaned within myself.
Later the boy returned. He crept along the wall, glancing from the bread to me. He was near the point where the woman would see him again. I held out my arms, and he came running to me. I held him on my lap.
Then, as something symbolic, I set him in Elder Tuttle’s chair. After the closing prayer, much to my sorrow, he darted out into the night.
When I returned home, I told President Spencer W. Kimball about him. He was deeply moved and spoke of it in a conference talk. He told others of it and said to me more than once, “That experience has far greater meaning than you have yet come to know.”
I have never forgotten that little street orphan. Many times in South America I have looked for him in the faces of the people. When he comes back into my mind, others come with him.
After World War II on a cold night in a train station in southern Japan, I heard a tap on the train window. There stood a boy wearing the same ragged shirt, a rag tied about a swollen jaw, his head covered with scabies. He held a rusty tin can and a spoon, the symbol of an orphan beggar. As I struggled to open the door to give him money, the train pulled out. I will never forget that hungry little boy standing in the cold, holding up his empty tin can.
There was a sick little first grader in a hospital at a government Indian school with a fever and running nose. I opened a package from his mother, hundreds of miles away on the reservation. Wrapped in a cardboard box with an auto parts label, which no doubt she got from the trading post, were some Navajo fry bread and pieces of mutton—a Christmas present for her little boy.
On the news recently, I saw that long, familiar line of refugees. With them, as usual, were the children carrying children. One child was perched atop a massive bundle carried by her mother. As they pushed slowly and silently by, she looked into the camera. That sober little black face and those big black eyes seemed to ask, “Why?”
Children are the past, the present, and the future all blended into one. They are consummately precious. Every time a child is born, the world is renewed in innocence.
I constantly think about and pray for the children and youth and their parents.
Recently, I attended a sacrament meeting given by children with special needs. Each was disabled in hearing or sight or mental development. Beside each was a teenager assigned as a companion. They sang and played music for us. Facing us on the front row was a young girl who stood and signed to those behind us who could not hear.
Jenny gave a brief testimony. Then her parents each spoke. They told of the utter agony they had known when they learned that their child would never have a normal life. They told of the endless, everyday trials that followed. When others would stare or laugh, Jenny’s brothers put an arm protectively around her. The mother then told us of the love and absolute joy Jenny brought to the family.
Those parents have learned that “after much tribulation, … cometh the blessing” (D&C 103:12). I saw them bound together by adversity and refined into pure gold—true Latter-day Saints.
They told us Jenny adopts fathers. So when I shook hands with her, I said, “I’m a grandpa.”
She looked up at me and said, “Well, I can see why!”
There is nothing in the scriptures, there is nothing in what we publish, there is nothing in what we believe or teach that gives license to parents or anyone else to neglect or abuse or molest our own or anyone else’schildren.
There is in the scriptures, there is in what we publish, there is in what we believe, there is in what we teach, counsel, commandments, even warnings that we are to protect, to love, to care for, and to “teach [children] to walk in the ways of truth” (Mosiah 4:15). To betray them is utterly unthinkable.
Among the strongest warnings and the severest penalties in the revelations are those relating to little children. Jesus said, “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea” (Matt. 18:6).
In the days of the prophet Mormon, some who did not understand that little children are “blameless before God” (Mosiah 3:21) and are “alive in Christ” (Moro. 8:12) wanted to baptize little children. Mormon said they “[denied] the mercies of Christ, and [set] at naught the atonement of him and the power of his redemption” (Moro. 8:20).
Mormon sternly rebuked them, saying: “He that supposeth that littlechildren need baptism is in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity; for he hath neither faith, hope, nor charity; wherefore, should he be cut off while in the thought, he must go down to hell. …
“Behold, I speak with boldness, having authority from God” (Moro. 8:14, 16).
Only when a child reaches that age of accountability, set by the Lord at eight years of age (see D&C 68:27), is their baptism essential. Before that age, they are innocent.
Children should not be ignored or neglected. They absolutely must not be abused or molested. Children must not be abandoned or estranged by divorce. Parents are responsible to provide for their children.
The Lord said, “All children have claim upon their parents for their maintenance until they are of age” (D&C 83:4).
We are to look after their physical, their spiritual, and their emotional needs. The Book of Mormon teaches, “Ye will not suffer your children that they go hungry, or naked; neither will ye suffer that they transgress the laws of God, and fight and quarrel one with another, and serve the devil, who is the master of sin, or who is the evil spirit which hath been spoken of by our fathers, he being an enemy to all righteousness” (Mosiah 4:14).
Nothing compares with a father who is responsible and in turn teaches hischildren responsibility. Nothing compares with a mother who is present with them to comfort them and give them assurance. Love, protection, and tenderness are all of consummate worth.
The Lord said, “I have commanded you to bring up your children in light and truth” (D&C 93:40).
All too often, a parent is left alone to raise children. The Lord has a way of strengthening that parent to meet alone what should be the responsibility of two parents. For either parent to deliberately abandon their children is a very grievous mistake.
I think often of another boy. We met him at a seminary graduation in a remote city in Argentina. He was well clothed and well nourished.
The students came down the aisle up to the stand. There were three rather high steps. He could not make the first step because his legs were too short. He was a dwarf.
It was then we noticed marching behind him two stalwart young men who stepped forward, one on either side, and lifted him gracefully to the podium. When the service was over, they lifted him down again and then marched out with him. They were his friends and watched over him. This boy could not reach the first step without being lifted up by his friends.
Those who come into the Church come as children spiritually. They need someone—some friend—to lift them up.
If we design the steps after baptism to fit only those who have long, strong legs, we ignore what the Lord said in the revelations. The prophets have told us that we “ought to be teachers, [and teach that] which be the first principles of the oracles of God; [for they are] such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. …
“… Strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil” (Heb. 5:12, 14).
The Apostle Paul wrote, “I have fed you with milk, and not with meat: for hitherto ye were not able to bear it, neither yet now are ye able” (1 Cor. 3:2).
In a revelation given in 1830, just before the Church was organized, the Lord cautioned, “They cannot bear meat now, but milk they must receive; wherefore, they must not know these things, lest they perish” (D&C 19:22).
We must be careful lest we make that first step too high or design it for those with strong, long legs and leave the others without some friend to lift them up.
When some disciples rebuked those who brought little children, “Jesus said, Suffer little children, [suffer means to permit] and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven” (Matt. 19:14).
When His disciples asked what kind of men they ought to be, Jesus set a little child in their midst (see Matt. 18:2–3). Except we “become as a little child, [we] can in nowise inherit the kingdom of God” (3 Ne. 11:38).
A deep concern for children and their parents is in my mind and heart and soul.
Over the years, I have wondered what President Kimball meant when he reminded me of that street orphan in Cuzco and repeated, “That experience has far greater meaning than you have yet come to know.” One day he added, “You held a nation on your lap.”
Now in my 78th year, I understand what President Kimball was seeing; I know what he meant. That boy in Cuzco and the one in Japan and the other children about the world profoundly influence what I think and how I feel and what I pray for most earnestly. I constantly think of little childrenand their parents who struggle to raise them in ever more perilous times.
Like my Brethren, I have traveled all over the world. Like my Brethren, I have held positions of trust in education, in business, in government, and in the Church. I have written books, and, like them, have received honors, degrees, certificates, plaques. Such honors come with the territory and are undeserved.
Assessing the value of those things, the one thing I treasure more than any of them—more than all of them put together—the thing of most value to me is how our sons and daughters and their husbands and wives treat their children and how, in turn, our grandchildren treat their little ones.
When it comes to understanding our relationship with our Heavenly Father, the things my wife and I have learned as parents and grandparents that are of most worth knowing, we have learned from our children.
This blessing has come to me as a gift from my wife. The Lord said of such women, “[A wife is given to a man] to multiply and replenish the earth, according to my commandment, and to fulfil the promise which was given by my Father before the foundation of the world, and for their exaltation in the eternal worlds, that they may bear the souls of men; for herein is the work of my Father continued, that he may be glorified” (D&C 132:63).
With women such as this to be the mothers of children, we see why the Lord revealed “that great things may be required at the hand of their fathers” (D&C 29:48).
I bear witness that the gospel is true, and the power of it is to bless littlechildren. I pray earnestly that the children and youth and their parents will receive the gift of the Holy Ghost, that it will be a guide and a protection to them, that it will bear in their hearts the testimony that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, the Only Begotten of the Father. In the name ofJesus Christ, amen.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Little newborn Wynnie

I was thinking about how wonderful it is to have a little girl and I as browsing through her newborn pictures. 

She is growing too fast, has it really already been over 2 years since she was in my stomach?

Its hard to remember what life was like with just these three little men.

When browsing through the pictures I realized I had never posted some of the ones I had taken when she was a baby. The first set were taken by a friend Sabrina, for her online business Brinababe boutiques, go here to see her website and here to see the pictures she used of Aowyn and the bows/headbands.

The second half were taken by my wonderful friend Andrea Gray (cool side fact: through doing geneology we discovered we are actually related, pretty neat!!!) She took a break from photography for awhile but here is her stuff.

It still seems so unreal to me that I have a princess!!!

For a brief few weeks out of only vain thoughts I was worried her nose would never fit her face. Now its one of my favorite features on her.

Oh the cuteness could kill me.
Don't tell Noah, but when I was going through these pictures I started to ache for a newborn again.... uh oh!

My angel!!!

So hard to believe she was tiny enough to fit in his pocket.

My friend, Kirsten, (my soul sister) made Aowyn her blessing gown too and had picture taken of it before she sent it to me. She made both Aowyn and Taytons blessing outfits. I am in love!

Monday, April 07, 2014

Micah's wedding

In July 2011 we had the opportunity to go and see one of my best friends, who also happens to be my little brother, get married. 
Micah and Melanie got married in Clackamas, Oregon, on July 24th.
Since we lived in Vegas and did not have a lot of money we decided to drive, instead of fly, while I was almost 6 months pregnant with Aowyn, the 22 hours to Oregon.

Noah was Micahs best man and so the boys and I spent a lot of time in the hotel while daddy went and did Best Man things (like golf and tux fittings). I would like to say I was sweet and kind and gracious, but really I was going out of my mind being big and pregnant and stuck in a hotel for days on end with 3 little boys. 

We did get to get out of the hotel and go to the rehearsal dinner.
We had pizza and for the first time I got to eat California Pizza Kitchen gluten free pizza, (before they stopped doing gluten free) which was so very delicious. My whole family loves pizza (more then me) my husband and big two boys could eat pizza every meal of everyday.

Trying to keep these boys still and not have them run all over during the rehearsal was lots of fun. I think Braddoc ran into the middle of the "ceremony" at least 3 times, it of course did not help that Daddy was part of the ceremony so he wanted to go see daddy.

I did one day convince Noah that I was losing my mind and needed the van so he left it with me and I took off on an adventure with my mom to take the boys to see the Portland, OR temple. This was of course after I shed a lot of pregnant hormonal tears about how miserable I was stuck in the hotel and about how the boys had lots of pent up energy so I was afraid I would lose them if I took them any where. I was also tired and sore and my sciatic nerve was killing me so I was a bit  dramatic (I know, hard to believe right!?)
I finally got up the energy to go and talked my mom into going with us while the guys were running wedding errands.
When we get there we realized the temple was under construction so we did not get to go on the grounds but we did get to see a lot from the side walk.

The wedding was outside at a big beautiful park.
Its was such a gorgeous and hot day. It was so hot I thought I was going to sweat to death. I can't imagine how bad it was for all the guys in big 4 piece tuxs and Melanie in her wedding dress, or maybe I just thought it was so hot because I had my own little built in heater.
Thankfully the dinner was under a pavilion so it wasn't so bad the whole time.
Everyone kept asking if I was finally getting my girl, which I was very happy to report that I was finally pregnant with a girl. 

My sweetheart.

My parents.

My cutie pie brother.

My sweetheart leading in Melanies mom, Renee.

Three of my favorite guys... Micah, My dad, and Noah. (my baby brother Jared was on his mission in Japan for our church and missed the wedding.)

My sister in law, Melanie.

Seriously so happy for these two!!!
GAH!! My baby brother is married!

The wedding party.

Looking at these pictures makes me realize how glad I am that we finally upgraded our camera to a better quality one. I wanted one for so long so after I saw these pictures I told Noah that before we had our baby girl I needed a new camera.

Me, Dad, Melanie, Micah, Mom, Dana (my sister)

Braddoc, Tayton, Noah, Landon, Me, Dana, Melanie, Micah, Mom and Dad

Sibling love, minus Jared, we should photo shop him in.

Now one with Granny, my mom's mom, her Great Grand kids all her Sondra Mama.
I adore her, and have such great memories with her. I wish we lived closer so that my kids could develop great memories with her too. When Noah and I were first married we had dinner at her house twice a week (She is my cooking inspiration) and we would always watch American Idol together. She was the one who was with my when I dropped Noah off for him to go to Basic Training and too keep me from bawling my eyes out (too much) she just kept talking to me about how proud of him she was. I ache to be closer to her, to have my kids develop the love for her that I have.

Look at those Hansome guys
I think its funny how Noah looks like he is the same height as them, great photography skills. Noahs pretty significantly taller then them both.

The cake topper was leaning to the side because it was so hot outside.

So cool!!!

I love this brother of mine so much. He is one of my very best friends.
He is definetly a comedian, Melanie is very lucky to have him.

Leaning with cake topper.

Ignore the garbage cans, and just look at the beautiful view.

He busted up his nose falling off the playground equipment. It about gave me a heart attack because it was a big fall, on his neck which twisted under his body backwards and busted up his face in the process. Thankfully the road rash under his nose was the only obvious damage. We were driving a long way back that night and I was so worried that he might have a concussion, especially since he fell asleep almost immediately. 

Someone enjoyed his chocolate just a little too much.

So pretty. I am so glad we got to go to his wedding and be a part of such a special day. 

He now has a baby... who I have yet to see and its killing me!!! Kaysen is such a doll. I stole his pictures from Melanies facebook page.

I want to hold him so badly. He is my first nephew (or niece for that matter). I am finally an Aunt and haven't got to kiss these cute baby cheeks yet, or squeeze his adorable baby rolls, its criminal really. I love this little guy so much.
He looks just like my brother Micah. I miss them so much that sometimes it consumes me and I can't help but cry. Sometimes, some parts of being an adult stink, like having to live in separate states then your siblings. Hopefully one day we will live close again. My kids need to hang out and babysit their cousins.