Monday, October 31, 2011

Missionary Halloween Monday

My dear brother,

It is Halloween, and I hope that you are happy.  Do Elders do anything to celebrate?  It is a Christian holiday, you know.  Perhaps parading around to people's door to proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ is a better way to celebrate than parading around in costume, asking for candy?  Nevertheless, I'm going to have a blast trick or treating with the kids tonight.  I just have to figure out a way to make the husband look like Obiwankanobe rather than a shepherd.  But, way to celebrate the true meaning of Halloween, by spreading the word of God.  I sure love you.

Well, I attached some pictures I thought you would enjoy.  I hope your email lets you see them...they may be kind of big, but I just couldn't resist, since it is Halloween and all.  And, speaking of people unexpectedly knocking on your door, yesterday while I was getting ready for dinner at Mom and Dad's house, Cardozie came by!!!  We had been talking about him for a while, wanting to get in touch, wondering what he is up to, and suddenly there he was, on our doorstep--with his fiance no less.  He seems very happy.  He and the husband had a great time talking about their Russian missions and the experiences they had.  He is a good guy, and his fiance is so sweet--a very kind young lady who served a mission in Russia as well.  She glows with the light of Christ-and she plays the guitar and speaks Russian.  Cool gal.  He said that you don't write him back....or at least that you two haven't kept in touch very well.  You should definitely drop him a line.  I think he's planning on sending you a letter soon, as well.  He has great goals--wants to be a professor in Anthropology--and I hope the best for him.

Speaking of awesome young ladies, it is Allerina's bday!  She is awesome--one of the toughest chicks I know.  She's definitely a lot more brave than I was when I was her age.  And, she's only a couple of inches shorter than me now.  Seriously!!!  And, Dalliwag might just pass you up by the time you come home.  That would be rather comical. :)  His voice is even changing into a good solid tenor.  He thinks it's weird when I draw attention to it.  Mom bought Allerina an ice cream cake with Cinderella on the top.  She is going to be a beautiful Cinderella in two weeks.  I will give you the full review.

My family is just pushing along with our routine.  The kids were both sick and puking last week.  Yuck.  Nothing worse than puking kids.  Poor things.  Atrain spent the night in the bathroom, and I slept in the hall.  He would wake up every couple of hours and hurl whatever was left in his stomach--which wasn't much, by the morning.  I'm glad we're past that.  It is hard to be a momma of sick kiddos.  Your heart just aches for them, and wishes you could trade them places.  Especially poor J.  He's such a cuddly little bug.  Some of the things he does remind me of you when you were a baby--you would lie your head down on my belly and go to sleep.  That seems extraordinary now that I think of it---I can't imagine many babies being  that calm and content to lie their head down and fall asleep on their sister's bellies.  It was so sweet.  I'll always remember my little brother JD.

But here you are, serving a mission.  Good work, buddy.  I hope all is going well.  I have been thinking about you a lot--a lot a lot.  I have no idea what is really happening with your gal back home, but I wish the best for you and for her.  All I know are perimeter details, and even then they're a little sketchy.  I don't need to know anything more, really.  You probably don't need any advice about missions and relationships, but all I know is that the best thing for the husband was to tell me he didn't want to know anything about anything that was happening between me and the boys I dated at home (and I dated a lot), he just knew that if it was right, it would work out when I got home.  And, it did.  I think I was a pretty good catch.  But, you know what is best for you.  And, more importantly, God knows what is best.  He won't instruct us on every detail, but He will empower us as we humbly appeal for his help.  Faith is the key to a strong relationship--Faith in God, faith in your love and faith in his/her love for you.  If that someone you love is someone who makes you want to be a better person, more diligent and devoted to the Gospel and our Heavenly Father, you can't go wrong.

Anyway, enough of that.  The best thought I have for the day comes from a talk given by Brother Wilcox, "His Grace is sufficient," of the Sunday School presidency: when we think of the atonement of Christ, and his grace, we should not focus on, "have you been saved by grace?" we need to continually ask ourselves, "have you been changed by grace?"  It's not, "what has God saved us from?" it's "what has God saved us for?"  Finally, we are not "trying to earn our way to heaven," as many evangelical Christians mock us for.  We are "learning our way to heaven."  We will never want to reside in Heaven if we have not learned to be heavenly.  No unclean thing can reside in the presence of God, and no unchanged thing will want to.

A lot of those lines are from His talk--just notes I took.  But, incredible reminders that we are not in this alone, brother.  God has paid our debts in full--and no matter what we can do, there is no way to "repay" him for all He has done.  He wants us to take it--to take his atonement and be changed by it--the same way a mother pays for a child's piano lessons *in full* even before the child begins practicing.  Why does she do that?  For the hope that the lessons will change that child, will help them to see how full and enriched and full life can become as we learn the instrument.  We are learning to be instruments in the hands of God, my dear JD.  Don't be too hard on yourself.  God does not expect us to play full concertos right now.  He just wants us to keep practicing, keep taking the lessons--keep going.  To keep taking the atonement into our lives, each day.  He loves us so much.  I know that He lives and that He took upon himself my sins, brother.  I know that he wants me to come back to Him, and to be changed by these lessons we are going through in this life. 

I love you.  Thanks for your example.  I pray for you, and thank you for your prayers for me and my family.  Heaven knows, I need them!!!

Love,
MJ

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For anyone who wants to listen to the talk, here is the link:

http://byutv.org/watch/49475abb-10d4-4f45-a757-7000b9945468

It was the best 30 minutes I've spent in a long time.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Porcupine Grill

The Porcupine Grill doesn't sound like a friendly place to dine, but it's our absolute favorite.  Their amazing chicken nachos have brought joy to my tummy on many happy occasions in the past three and a half years.  Especially on days like today--when I'd rather eat my own toe jam than cook.  But, lucky for me, the husband had a few other options up his sleeve.  Take out chicken nachos at the Porcupine was at the top of his list.

Someday, not too far away, I will miss nights like tonight: squinting past the low sunset rays beaming into our car; watching the dust particles dance around in front of the air vent as we listen to the kids' giggle-tease-cry cycle repeat itself; and catching glances from the husband's smiling eyes as we drive along the mountain side.  Our days around here are numbered.   I'm lucky to have each and every one.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Recovery

Jdog peed on me tonight. I cried.  They were unexpected, confused tears, and I laughed at myself as I held my hand over his warm, everflowing stream of urine to block it from hitting my face.  Ew.  It was just another mess to add on top of the endless streak of mess our family has been producing lately.  I can still sense the scent of Atrain's upchuck on my fingers.  Maybe it's just my imagination.  With all of the scrubbing and soaking and sterilizing I have done, the smell must be a mere credit to my grand imagination.  At least it's being used for something.

My book writing dream has been a little buried by all the bile piles lately.  But that's ok.  The husband and I have had a great time catching up on all of the summer flicks while nursing the boys back to health.  "I love October," he said today.  "There are so many great summer movies to see!"  I laughed, and agreed.  Maybe someday we'll get to see them in the theater.  I do love my Shmub (aka the husband).  He sure can make a killer tomato sandwich.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Poop Face

Little J is feeling better.  But, look closely at this photo.  What do you see?  No--not the scrunched nose, or adorable, mischievous grin.  Not the bright, steel blue eyes of the little boy who is clearly feeling much better than he was yesterday (when he puked for the first time in his life).  I'm not even trying to draw attention to his funny hairdo that matches his funny personality.  Nope, I'm pointing at the brownish smudges dotting his face: one near his eyebrow, and another kitty corner to his eye.  It's poop--just another odd texture baby J couldn't help but bury his face in.  Gross, I know.  But, extremely funny.

This kid has a habit of going number two every time we put him down for a nap lately.  It's like he's planned it--plotted the perfect time to let his bowels fly free, just so he can escape his crib.  And, this time when he whined for an inordinate amount of time after I put him down, I knew that he must have done the deed yet again.  But, this time I found him in his crib, without pants, without a diaper, and with some very stinky smudges on his face.  It was one of those "get him to the tub as soon as possible" parenting moments.  Atrain had a lot of creative tactics, but he never resorted to this.

I laughed the rest of the night as I lovingly called him "little poop face" every time I picked him up.  I don't think he minded the nickname.  In face, he quite possibly enjoyed it.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

On Poetry and Puke

I felt a little poetic today.  Whether or not my poetry is liked, or understood, exploring my poetry prowess good thing.  It means my mind has been unraveling--peeling off layers of self in preparation for something new to surface.

I read for a couple hours today--recreational reading--with my eyes, not my ears.  It was amazing. I know I'm "supposed to" be writing my book, but reading is like doing writing research, right?  And, I do need to do a lot more research.  After all, I don't know what the heck I'm doing.  But I have a lot of ideas.  Maybe that's why I was feeling poetic.

My poor baby was feeling pretty pathetic today.  He threw up multiple times--sometimes spewing stomach contents forth with impressive fountain-like force.  I'm so glad the husband was here to tag team. I am sure grateful for that man.  He is such a perfect compliment to my tightly-wound parenting approach.  He and the boys are having a blast.  I love watching them bond.  Even when we're all covered in throw up.

Guardians

If every moment felt like this,
would this one feel as free; 
Could his smile stencil in my mind
the image that attests me
Would I record their rapturous giggles
glowing in memory gold,
or work in worthy wonderment,
their Godly mysteries to unfold?
I sift for them through silt and sludge--
I pine, I pray, I plea
then treasure each and every shell
sharing her secret with me--
A pearl so precious and so peculiar,
it never will be worn
But kept and cradled and planted
in fields that will adorn
the Heavens with unbending joy:
we meet each other there
But here and now, our fortune we guard,
no other can compare. 

Monday, October 24, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me

Today is not my birthday, but it feels like it.  The husband gave me the best birthday gift this year--far better than anything he could have purchased (and that's not just because we don't really have any money to purchase anything).  Oh how I love him.

He gave me time--in chunks, even.     

This week is my first of four weeks to spend with pen in hand and laptop at my side.  I feel invigorated, refreshed and extremely excited.  All of the stories and characters that have been bouncing around in my mind might just find their place on a piece of paper in the next week.

Is it rude for me to relish this opportunity?

Maybe I'll read a bit too.  I will definitely enjoy coming home to my boys when my days' adventures are through.  What a happy birthday it will be.  All year long.