Sunday, September 28, 2014

With All Our Love

Dear Boys,

I miss you. Hunter, we don’t have your new phone number. I’m sure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed using your new phone  but somehow your new phone doesn’t have our new phone number programmed in yet. We would love to hear from you, more than one a week! Don’t feel like you have to call when the whole gang is home. Breyer and I would be happy to take your message everyday all day long!

Breyer’s new nickname, as of today, is Guzzler Girl. She opens the fridge and drinks right out of the carton when she feels a need. This doesn’t bother me so much, as she isn’t able to reach the cups yet. And she can’t help herself to water, so she’s found a way to get a drink. Saturday evening I took her to general conference for women. She was my partner at the waffle bar, in the bathrooms, but not sitting and listening. She was off running with the other pack of kids. We make a great team!

If I was to give Miller a nickname this week it would be Golfing Great. He not only got to golf in class on Monday, but was finally given his golf tag to golf for free. So he begged Dad to take him Wednesday, and then me on Saturday. Between six holes with Dad and nine holes with me he’s made tremendous strides in improving his driving range. And he’s fairly straight. Today in church he had a hard time wanting to sing. So, when we came home, he had to sit with me and read all the verses to the songs we sang in church. He was not a happy camper, but I think he’ll be better about opening his hymn book!

Of most interest was what we found on the golf course. The bird was big and beautiful, the turtle very funny, and the bump in the backyard probably a tornado shelter.

Sawyer’s nickname would be Sidekick. He whispers in Miller’s ear when to ask Dad about going, about leaving, about what day to go, who’s paying for the cart…he’s capitalized on his little brother’s desire to golf, and stealthily conveys to him what to say or ask. Porter and Cooper were to play in a stake basketball tournament Saturday, and dressed alike in their Ohio tee shirts. When they realized how much Sawyer was hoping he could play, and was going, they gave him an extra one to wear. The three amigos headed out with much excitement and came home with their tail between their legs with a forfeit because they were late!

Cooper is Steady Eddie. He seems to have such a small range of emotions. No flare ups or melt downs, just consistently moving through the life of a middle school kid and all that it involves. He’ll be playing at the homecoming football game with the middle school marching band this week – a first for our family. We’ve never had an on field performer before! They also get fed dinner, and get to hang in the stand with the high school band. He’ll love it. He also announced he was going to go out for cross country, but apparently the coach was a no show. We’ll have to see what happens this week. He spent the afternoon painting your envelope with your general conference tickets.

Porter is Like Mike. He seems to have found his little niche, and has a bevy of girls swooning over him whether he’s in seminary, walking through a parking lot or getting picked up. His teachers all love him, the young men enjoy him, and he seems to be happy. He’s become great friends with the high school librarian and EVERY.DAY brings home bags of books for Dad. Discards that are no longer needed are saved for Porter to peruse. We bleed books over here. We won’t need firewood during the Second Coming, or End of the World snowfall. We could build a nuclear bunker and have no fall out. You get the idea. If I had a bedroom for you two, it would be needed instead for a library.

Dad is Date Nate. Any little errand involves grabbing me around the waist, hauling me in for a big smooch, grabbing my hand, and hustling me out to the van to go with him. Who can refuse? When Porter needs to be picked up, I go. When we need some milk, I go! When we need to look at kitchen tables and chairs Friday night I went. We also tried out Grumps burgers, and drove through the town of Acton. Saturday we were back looking at tables, and put a down payment on a large counter height table with six stools and two chairs, delivered this week. Picnicking on the kitchen floor is getting old. It will be nice to eat at a table after six weeks! Yeah!

We love you! You guys are funny together on Skype. You’re morphing into the same person.

How wonderful that you are so loved, and had a great Sunday dinner. I do love that Marie!

Have a great week. Keep focused. Especially good luck in finding better employment options.



P.S. I had to teach Relief Society is a portion of the lesson, altered a bit to make it easier to read without class participation.

One of our favorite party games, that we call “True Identity,” involves those participating to write down something about themselves no one else in the room will know. This is a boring example, but one could be, “I’ve never worn brown mascara.” Who am I? Others have written, “I love to write poetry and short stories.” Or, “I was the only woman out of 63 men on an Alaskan fishing trawler for two months.” And, “I bought a forged Montana driver’s license, made with an older date of birth, so I could purchase beer.”

What if I told you that last one is me? Are you wondering if I should be teaching? Or speaking? Have you lost a bit of faith in my ability to impart things of a substantive nature to your spirit?

Moroni’s definition of faith includes the phrase, “Ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” Are you willing to go through a trial of sorts, in spite of my past?

When Sawyer began school this year we were introduced to the AR Reading program, where students pick approved books to read, worth different amount of points depending on the difficulty and length of the book, and are then tested on their comprehension. So of course he picks as his first book, the one on the list worth the most amount of points (39) – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, book #7 with 607 pages!

My older boys, and now Sawyer, have always been infatuated with this Harry Potter I believe because of the faith the author had in him to make a difference in the fight of good against evil – and all at 11 years of age – Sawyer’s age.

There are many examples of Heavenly Father having faith in the ability of young boys, such as Harry Potter, to fight and make a difference in a very similar kind of war.

If one such identity had been written, “I said unto the mountain – remove – and it was removed” would you know it was the brother of Jared?

Another such identity that could be written is, “I went on a ten day diet and my countenance became more fair and fatter than others.” Daniel exhibited great faith in saying no to the king’s diet. He knew the laws of health, and he chose to be obedient to what he had been taught. And he was blessed physically and mentally, even so much that he was ten times smarter than the adults in things of knowledge and learning (1:17, 20).

Another identity could be written, “I was given verbal “map quest” instructions at age 10 I couldn’t use for 14 years, but in the meantime I was forbidden to preach (age 15) so I became a great military leader (16). Mormon lived during the time the Lord took away the disciples and the work of miracles because of the iniquity of the people. We can choose as did Mormon to live righteously even in a wicked society. Because of his great faith, he was visited by the Savior (1:15) and knew His goodness.

What if it was written, “By exerting all my powers, I was delivered from the power of my enemy.” Joseph Smith was 14 when he read the scripture in James 1:5, and decided himself to ask of God which church to join. It is no coincidence that the brother of the Savior wrote the scripture that heralded in the restoration. But he went to pray, and couldn’t pray. Elder Holland wrote that Satan can’t kill, so he did the second most powerful thing he could do and bound the tongue of Joseph Smith. So Joseph had to exercise all the faith a 14 year old could, exerting all his powers, and continued to put forth effort in the hopes that he would be delivered, as much as a 14 year old boy could do. The Lord recognized his effort and accepted the amount of faith and effort he was able to put forth and deliver him from Lucifer’s power.”

We know that “If there be no faith among the children of men God can do no miracles among them. He shows not himself until after their faith” (Ether 12:12). Verse 16 says, “All they who wrought miracles wrought them by faith, even those who were before Christ and also those who were after.” Surely Daniel confounding the King’s court, Mormon leading an entire nation to victory, and Joseph Smith having a heavenly visitation all qualify as miracles. And they were all young boys.

If Heavenly Father had such faith in these young boys to make a difference, and have success during difficult times, and these children had the faith necessary to succeed, surely we as mothers and daughters, sons and fathers, can also be counted upon to accomplish great things in our battles we face on a daily basis.


MarieC said...

I do love your two biggest boys! A fabulous time was had by all!

The Mormon Monk said...

Hooray for making your child read the hymns at home. I'm Disciplinarian Dad, and I approve that message. (And is there any photographic evidence of Jarrod grabbing you and delivering a big smooch in public? Because I'm a little skeptical in its absence.)

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