We mostly hung out here this week, which was good. About half the kids were sick or feeling under the weather. I'm in the mood for a list...

  • Woo and Herbie went to scout camp.
  • The missionaries dropped by for a spiritual thought.
  • We walked to a neighbors to pick raspberries, most of which were eaten on the spot.
  • After swimming, we took the kids to the skate park. The kids LOVED it.
  • We checked out a fun, new park near the temple.
  • Linus got stung again! In the foot this time. He was excited to get his otter pop to ice the wound and then eat, until the next day when his foot was super fat and itchy.
  • Moses gave up his coveted spot next to me during scriptures to a sad Herbie.
  • Moses gave Penelope a push on her bike and she rode the whole length of the street! She could've gone farther, but she came to a stop sign.
  • The day Ruby was sickest, she walked to the library to get herself some books and lay on the bean bag all day reading them.
  • Woo took Ruby and Herbie on a mountain bike ride. Ruby had the most fun on the climb. Herbie loved the down hill.

Me: Tomorrow's fast Sunday, guys. What should we fast for?
Ruby: How about Brother Jack Davis? (a neighbor currently in the hospital)
Moses, who doesn't know many elderly people, was highly offended: Why not someone we know?! Like Uncle Peter's back??
They both got a few prayers.

Herbie taught FHE. Everyone was telling stories of either a time they listened to the Holy Ghost or their prayers were answered. Archie kept raising his hand and saying things like, "One time I couldn't find my pants." Or, "Yesterday I couldn't find my shoes." I'm glad he recognized the problem part. On to the solution, I guess.

I got to Young Women's today to find I was teaching all the YW (instead of just my regular 16-18 year olds). My lesson was on the Law of Chastity, which is actually a lot of fun for me to teach. I had a ton of participation, even from Beehives and visitors. I remember so many frustratingly lame Law of Chastity lessons from when I was a teen. I'd like to think I learned a thing or two about how not to do them. (P.S. I got to quote you on romance novels, Mom!)

Hope you had a great week!

Testimony below:

Moses was my hardest labor. One hour of it in particular was especially rough. And in some ways it's still the hardest thing I've ever done.

Anyways... that first Sunday back to church I took Moses out during Sunday School to nurse, and nursing him was bringing back some of the pain and all of the memories, and I was praying in my head: I don't know if I can do that again. I don't know if I can have another baby.

So those were my thoughts when I went to Relief Society and opened the hymnbook and began to sing--Come, come, ye saint. No toil nor labor fear. (I'd never noticed that the song had the word "labor" in it before.) But with joy wend your way. Though hard to you this journey may appear, grace shall be as the day. 

And the entire song took on new meaning for me. I held on to that song for the next two years until I had my next baby and an easier labor.

The hymns of the church are inspired. They can speak the word of God to us personally, just like the scriptures. Our Heavenly Father loves us. He treats us with lovingkindness and nowhere do we have more evidence of His love than through the gift of His Son Jesus Christ. And through the grace of His Son, made available through His atoning sacrifice, there is enough comfort and strength for any of us.

Bonus story:

A few days after Herbie was born we discovered we had brown recluses in the house. Brown recluses are big, evil looking spiders and they're poisonous. (I don't actually know how often they bite people or how bad their bite is... all we knew was that they were poisonous and that seeing one scurry across the floor sure got our hearts pumping.)

We discovered the first couple just inches from our babies so I said a prayer that Ruby and Herbie wouldn't be bitten, and then, because I also like to ask and then let God decide what's possible/His will/etc, I also prayed that all brown recluses would leave the house. Somehow.

Then I forgot about it. A few days later, I was sitting in Relief Society listening to a lesson on trials when one girl raised her hand and said something to the effect of: sometimes our trials aren't taken away from us, but we're given the strength to deal with them. When she said it, I knew that was the answer to my prayer--the spiders weren't going away, but no one would be hurt. (I know, I know, to no one's great surprise :)

And no one was hurt. The spiders did not go away, much to my chagrin the time I was walking through the house barefoot, felt something tickle the bottom of my foot and shuddered as I watched a brown recluse sprint under the couch and out of sight.