Slice of Life # 49 ~ I Am A Mormon

This You Tube clip shares my beliefs of our Savior at this Easter Time.  He is Risen!  I am so grateful for what Christ did for me.  And I Believe in Christ, I know that he lives!  He is my Savior and my friend!

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Slice of Life # 48~ Coming Home

This picture is from the night before I flew home from my mission.
Sister Astle was my MTC Companion and so we also went home from the mission field together. Only, her mom flew in and they went and toured the mission, so I was by myself with the Office sister for that night.

A couple of days before we were to fly home I got a call from the mission office asking for a phone number to reach my dad at work as they had changed my flight. I was going to fly from Onterio, CA to LA to San Fransico and then home to SLC.

They decided just two days before I was to fly home that I was just going to fly from Onterio to LA and then to SLC. Which put me getting in at like 1030am rather then 230pm. I had a phone interview with my mission president as he was so busy with meetings that night that he couldn't do my temple recommond interview in person, so he did it over the phone. The Elders picked me up from the Office sisters apartment on Jan 31, 2001 at about 430am and took us to the airport. I then climbed onto the smallest plane I had ever been on to fly to LA. Of course my camara acted up and the last few picters I had taken with it didn't turn out.

When I got off the plane, there were my parents, sisters and several of my aunts and uncles as my cousin Matt was leaving for the mission field in Ivory Coast, Africa. So I got to see Matt and wish him luck and say hello to everyone else. Then my parents took me to eat and we then visited the brand new Conferance center and took a tour of it.

We made our way home to Pleasant Grove, UT and when I walked in the door there was the Christmas tree, that they had cut down freash and then left it up for me.  My Dad then invited me to go with him on a business trip the next day so that I wouldn't be stuck at home all by myself while everyone else had school and work.

And then my 2nd day home I spent the day taking down the tree while everyone else was at work and school. It seems hard to think that it has been 10 years since I came home from the mission field. But I am glad that I had the chance to serve a mission. It was hard, but well worth it!

A Story ~ Take My Son

This was sent to me in an email that you forward on.  I don't forward things on, but I like the message, I thought I would share it with you! Netty~    This is great.  Take a moment to read it; it will make your day!  The ending will surprise you.      Take my Son.....     A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..   When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.   About a month later, just before Christmas,    There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'     The father  Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'   The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.    The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.   On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'   There was silence...     Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'  But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'  Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh'S, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'   But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'   Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.  'We have $10, who will bid $20?'   'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'   The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.   The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'     A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'     The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'   'What about the paintings?'  'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!'   God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'  Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!      FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE!

Slice of Life # 47 ~ Another Random Picture

This Weeks Slice of Life is Another Random Picture.  When I saw this title, I thought of my daughter Jennilyn.  She can find some unusual places to sleep, including under the bed!
Some times I just have to laugh at the way she can sleep!  Enjoy!

Slice of Life # 46 ~ I Love ... And Here is Why

This one seems to be a hard one for me to write on...But If I ever print these blogs up into a book like I want to, then writing these Slice of Life is important to me so that my kids will know things about me, that maybe I don't outwardly tell them or show them.  I know there are things about my parents and grandparents that I don't know.

Things I love, are reading, spending time with my family, watching a good movie, visiting with friends, traveling.

I love to escape in a good book.  Even though I may not be much of a writer, I still like to read and just let my world slip away from me while I enjoy the world of imagination. Not always a good thing as I tend to ignore the things that I should be doing and can't put the book down!

I love to go places with my family.  I try to get my husband to just get out of the house on Saturdays so we can spend time together with the kids, and sometimes it is a struggle.  As I have been home all week, and he just wants to stay home as he has been gone to work all week.

I do enjoy going to the  movies, but don't go very often anymore.  We do Netflix and Red Box.  We have cut back to just instant play on Netflix as we figured the new release we want to see we can go to Red Box and get them.

I love to visit friends, but it isn't always easy with everyone's schedules, but I sure am uplifted when I do get to go and spend some time with them.

I do love to travel, but don't get to do it very often.  I love to visit places with history, or just to visit friends.  I do love history, so going to places that have a special history makes it even more fun for me.  I am sure that my trip out East with my family 10 years ago this summer will always be one of my favorites as it gave me time to spend with my family, and we visited some amazing places with lots of history in them.