We have some delightful tidbits for the care and feeding of your brains, spirits, sense of humour and appreciation this week!
Let’s start off with four women who witnessed the translation process of the Book of Mormon, and their experiences. If seeing is believing, this program of bringing museums to kids is not only brilliant, but has been going on for decades.
For some number crunching fun, guess how many meals the MTC missionaries prepared Thanksgiving afternoon? (The amount is incredible!) Next we have a list of people who have run 100 marathons in a year – including Bettie Wailes who at the age of 70 completed her 102nd marathon last year.
For thinking fodder, how about the request to think before asking why people don’t have kids yet? There’s also been the suggestion that we’re leaving the age of anxiety for the age of cynicism that is spreading negativity and doubt, particularly among younger generations. Then again, it’s perspective that counts – and these seven artists share what they’ve learned from their creative experiences.
If you have siblings, chances are you have different relationships with them. To that end, may I present not only the findings that having adult siblings may be part of why you have a long and happy life, but also the perfect gift guide for the any relationship where payback and weirdness happens.
Finally, while not taking it for granted, my favourite treasure this week which I’ll be using for family night, reminders and giggles. Have a great week!
With the world in so much commotion, the questions and thoughts written by Brittney C back in November 2007 are worth revisiting.
Bear with me, friends. This is my maiden voyage into the blogosphere, and I’m liable to make any number of blogging faux pas and breaches of etiquette. I apologize up front. First on the list: my grandmother. Gramma, I apologize that I’m fixin’ to talk politics in public. Please know that your son is a wonderful father. This post is no fault of his.
And reader, if I’ve sunk my boat by the end of this thing, forgive me. Treat me with kid gloves, I beg.
But I’m working on an epiphany here. A small one, to be sure. Continue reading Sabbath Revival: The Healing Power of Forgetfulness
On the night before Thanksgiving two years ago I woke up suddenly to the sound of vomiting. My three-year-old had come down with the stomach bug that had hit my other children earlier in the month. Unfortunately we were at my parents’ house for the holiday and I had not packed many extra clothes. I spent the rest of the night tending to her as best I could, quietly searching the crowded house for extra towels and blankets to keep the mess contained without waking up anyone else and spoiling their holiday too. By the time the sun came up, my poor daughter was only wearing a t-shirt and was lying on the floor swaddled in a large bath towel. I spent Thanksgiving morning catatonic on the couch watching Disney cartoons with my daughter while my mom cooked the entire meal herself. I didn’t even enjoy the feast that year because I was too tired and the smell of food was nauseating (thankfully I escaped the illness myself). Continue reading Thanksgiving Mayhem, Christmas Chaos, and Other Cherished Memories
So I’ve been driving round town listening to Brene Brown for the last month. No doubt most of you are familiar with her work, her research, her books. I can’t wait to dive into her newest release, Rising Strong. But of late I’ve been listening to her talks on vulnerability (developed from her book, The Gifts of Imperfection). I love what she has to say about wholehearted living. She offers ten guideposts to those who want to live more open, more joyful, and more fulfilled. Things like letting go of perfectionism, creativity, play, rest, and gratitude.
What she had to say about gratitude made me laugh out loud. Continue reading More Than an Attitude
The last few weeks have been difficult for me (for many of us, I think): I have wrestled with the new church policy, cried watching footage of the bombings in Beirut and Paris, and the ongoing Syrian refugee crisis has wrung my heart.
I’m not here to offer pat answers or solutions–I don’t have them myself. But I did find a tender mercy this past weekend in the form of a member of my bishopric, who asked me to give a talk on finding peace through the Atonement. The process of preparing that talk reminded me of some truths that I needed, and would like to share here.
Sometimes peace through the Atonement comes as we rely on repentance and forgiveness to heal the wounds we’ve caused through our own mistakes.
But sometimes–often–such peace comes purely gratuitous, as an act of grace.
Continue reading Healing the Wounded Heart