Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Welcome suprises




This week I had two happy surprises. A few days ago I got this picture from the mission President, and a few others, with a letter saying Elder Norton had arrived safely. I think it is a very nice picture.

The last few days, I have been feeling a little teary with Andrew not being here. We went to see the Mark Mabry exhibit/photos/music and it was beautiful. We were listening to the gifted piano player and I started to say to my husband, "I wish Andrew could be here to hear this," but I only got as far as "I wish" and then the tears. I tried three times, but just could not choke it out. Then shopping made me homesick for him. Well, I am sure I'll get over it.

So, today I thought I would do a quick check of my email and I found this wonderful picture of Elder Norton with all that lovely snow in the background, plus a few more. A lovely family by the name of Kesler had five elders, including mine, and two sisters I think, for Christmas Eve. They took pictures, had a gift exchange, fed them, and let them watch Lion King. It warmed my heart to know that right then, he was watching Lion King. I cried of course. I was so grateful to these lovely people, that I am going to do the same thing tomorrow when we have the Elders over. Take pictures and send them to their parents.

Now, off to make surprises for the other little people I love. :-)

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Merry Christmas



December 2008
Dear Friends and Family,

It has been a very good year in the Norton house. We are thankful for the many blessings we continue to enjoy on a daily basis. Here is our year in review.

Andrew turned 19 in April. His mission was delayed several months due to orthodontic follow up from his facial surgery last year. He worked hard at Domino’s and saved much and we said goodbye to him in November. He went in the Mission Training Center in Provo, Utah on November 19 and will be leaving for his mission far away in Ogden, Utah on December 9. He has already experienced great things and is looking forward to his two years ahead of him. His adventures can be followed at http://www.missionsite.net/elderdrewnorton/main

Chris graduated from high school, turned 18, received his Eagle Scout, and started college at Eastern Arizona College. It has been a busy year for him with lots of adjustments. He had a great year in basketball as never before with a new coach at the high school. That talent carried over and he was asked recently to be part of EAC’s basketball team. He is thrilled and we are happy for him that years of hard work and dreaming have paid off. He is preparing to leave for a mission next Fall.

Joseph turned 16 this year and a junior. He has grown close to 6 inches in the last year and now towers over everyone at around 6’3”. We think he is not finished growing and Andrew may look up to his little brother when he returns. Joseph also enjoyed a good year in basketball playing JV and Varsity. The season is starting again. We are hoping he will break the trend and finish his Eagle in the next few months rather than waiting days before he turns 18. He played tennis this year too. Joseph is a true comedian and keeps us all laughing. He is carrying on a Norton family tradition of winning Mr. Wildkat at homecoming. This year (3rd year) the title was won by a pretty great dance impression of Michael Jackson.

Jefferson just turned 14 and he is the one that keeps our family on our toes. He is the family clown and we love his smile even though it normally means mischief is around the corner. He is a hard worker and he will likely finish his Eagle within a few months. He decided not to play football this year, but is back at basketball following his brothers. Jefferson plays piano for the Men’s meetings on Sundays. Jefferson starts high school next year.

Emily just turned 11 and is becoming quite the young lady. I am looking forward to her attending young women in church next year. She is a funny, happy, social girl. She plays the piano beautifully and enjoys dance and teaching dance as well. She is a good student. She likes to sing and spend time with friends and she had her first babysitting job last night. Emily is in 5th grade.

Noah is a bright, happy, active 8 yr old. He was baptized this year and began Cub Scouts. He loves school, reading, and his Gameboy. He is in 3rd grade.

Olivia started Kindergarten. She turned five and continues to be a bright spot in our home and hearts. She has such a sweet disposition and lights up a room with her smile. She is also taking dance and is quite the little artist.

That leaves Dawn at home alone. I am often to be heard by no one commenting on how quiet it is and looking for some kind of music to put in the nearest CD player. In my spare time, I am still a realtor part time and until recently, we had enough business to keep us busy. I was released from the Relief Society (women’s church organization) Presidency and am now the Cubmaster again. I also am the temporary Holiday Choir Director, which I really enjoy. Keeping up with my family, the bishop, and a part time job keeps me running, but I am thankful for the Lord’s tender mercies in my life and am continuously amazed at the evidence He gives me when I seek it, of His loving care for me.

Bret continues as bishop, husband, dad, teacher, and handyman extraordinaire. His day starts at 4:30 am, when he impressively and consistently goes running each morning. He has lost 25 pounds and is reaping the benefits of regular exercise. He likes sleeping in on Saturdays till, oh, 6am. He is still teaching seminary daily and institute twice a week. He wears himself out in the service of our family and others. We celebrated 20 years of marriage and employment this year.

Our family enjoyed a first this year by going to Disneyland. We wanted to do something special as a family before Andrew left and the face of our family changed forever. We had a great time in San Diego and at Disneyland. We are grateful at this time of the year, to stop our busy lives and ponder the greatest gifts. Peace, love, joy, and the birth of the ONE who brought it all. We are thankful for HIS message that even in times of great turmoil, we can still experience these things in the midst of the storms of life. Whether those storms are personal or national, we hope that you will be blessed to know of Christ’s loving sacrifice for you and how He makes a way for us to return to the God who created and loves us; and to live life more abundantly.

Merry Christmas to each of you that we love and wishes for a Happy and prosperous New Year.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

It's in the Details





Olivia is a pretty special little girl. She has a magnetic personality. People are drawn to her. She is artistic in nature, singing, dancing, and drawing. She is my little arteest. She says things like her dance teacher reported to me: They had a party at her house on Monday and Olivia climbed under her tree, and said, "Look, I am your Christmas present." When her teacher asked her if she could stay with her at her house since she was her present, Olivia said, "I don't think my daddy will let me."

I have been amazed at the artwork she produces at this age. She designs dresses, draws recreations of events in our home and you can tell what they are. Some of my other children were drawing circles with the arms coming out of the side at age five. But she comes up with lovely ideas and puts them on paper. Here is her latest. I wrapped the present that she was taking to her party today. It's a book for and exchange. Now, while I am thrilled that the book is even wrapped, and I consider it a great day if I get something done beyond feeding the masses, she realized that this package needed something special. I came in only a few minutes after I wrapped it, to find her creating the special, what should I call it, tag, that is on the package. At that point she had the head with the google eyes and the antlers taped to the head and on the package. Of course, I knew what it was immediately. She had taken the pipe cleaners off something she got at school and I am not sure where she got the eyes, and she drew the rest and taped it on.

My children teach me every day. I am stunned by how wise they are. Olivia teaches me that beauty is in the details and even in our busy lives, it is worth the time to slow down and make something special. I just love her.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Hope that Christmas brings




Christmas is the best time to remember the hope and joy that the Christ child brought to the earth and to every person. I believe Santa is symbolic of that same hope. I know you will love this story, that appears MAY be true. I BELIEVE in miracles.

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa

At Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding

A picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling.

"Your friend?" Your sister?

"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he

Said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"

The child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face,

Asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the

Child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the

Old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to

Collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

"The girl in the photograph .. My granddaughter .. Well, you see ..

She has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the

Holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa

... Any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's

Asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave

Information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see

What he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.

He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that

Hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the

Least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening,

He retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was

Staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.

"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier

That day. "C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.

Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in.

A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall..

Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and

Saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be

Her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had

Met earlier that day.

A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood

By the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.

And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a

Chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking
Quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family,

And their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and

Forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed

To run to him, IV tubes in tact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.. A child the tender

Age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and

Excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald

Patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he

Looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he

Had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted

Upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the

Women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept

Quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his

Hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him

with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him

excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd

been a very good girl that year. As their time together dwindled,

Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for

permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the

entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked

intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.

"Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.

Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.

He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.

He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he

finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,

"Silent Night, Holy Night - all is calm, all is bright."

The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and

crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed

at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed

again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.

"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and

that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing

with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at

Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming

that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to.

He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or

toys -- but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed

between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and

grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's

side to thank him.

"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.

"This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding

and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for

his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went

by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"

"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.

After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each

child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.

Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little

miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely

recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were

rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year

before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the

sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing

about -- this miracle of hope.. This precious little child was healed.

Cancer-free. Alive and well.

He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you,

Father. ' Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Call me cupcake




I have misplaced my camera, so you will have to be robbed by the cell phone version of my cupcake. I had a dear auntie that sometimes called those dear to her cupcake. So, in her memory today I will just call myself cupcake.

In the crazy busy-ness of this season, and it isn't just the season, it is my life, I decided to take a stand for simplicity. Sometimes you just need to STOP already. I argued with myself yesterday morning about whether I should go to my quilt club meeting. I have missed the last few and no I don't consider myself a quilter. I dream of being a quilter though and I always learn something fabulous. "But I have too much to dooooooooooooo." I whined. That is what I always whine when I convince myself NOT to go. But, I knew they were going to make something cute. It was a surprise. A sure way to get me to come.

So, I packed up my sewing machine and thread and went on over. I think there ended up being eight of us. I am one of the youngest, but I love every one of those ladies and even the ones that didn't make it. I feel like such the junior and they all seem so experienced and good at their quilting. But that is ok. I am learning.

As soon as I saw the project and the darling fabrics, I was so happy I came. We worked for about an hour and a half and this is what I produced. What to do with a fabric cupcake? Fill with sand and use as a pin cushion! That was the intention. I am so happy to replace my standard tomato that is falling apart. We had a great story from Colleen who said she inherited a tomato pin cushion from a family member (I am probably slaughtering the story, cause I gave my brain to my children and can't remember anything), and she once took all the pins out but ended up finding over 40 needles embedded inside the cushion! And on another occasion, she found still more. You get the gist of the story.

After we finished our darling creations (the photo really does not do it justice) we had a wonderful lunch of chicken enchiladas, muffins, and a lovely jello salad I had never seen or tried before. It had tapioca so the texture was different, but it really was wonderful.

It blessed my life to have been there. I love home-making. I find great satisfaction in standing back after working hard to make something, usually for someone else, but also for myself. My life has become so busy though, that I am not very connected to my home-making skills. It just felt good to create something lovely for such a small purpose. I think that cupcake is going to invite me to reconnect with sewing projects. That is something to be happy about.

Cupcake :-)

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Do YOU know a veteran with PTSD?

If you know anyone who suffers from PTSD well, you know that not only can it destroy their lives, it can destroy the lives of those they love, particularly when they are a returning soldier from combat. PTSD can completely incapacitate our war heroes. Not only today, but for years to come and the rest of their lives. Many soldiers who are returning from Iraq and previous wars, are tragically ending their lives because they cannot live with what is going on inside their heads. Sadly, conventional means of treating them, are not as beneficial as one might hope. Finally, EFT has taken on this challenge. Gary Craig, EFT's creator, recently spent five days with some vets. You can watch the riveting 20 minute video clip at the link below. Warning: there are brief graphic war descriptions and a few offensive words. Click here or watch below.

PTSD for vets



If you know a Vet, please recommend EFT to him/her. You can truly save a life and give someone back their sanity. I have seen the results first hand myself. I helped a friend through a traumatic experience where she witnessed a man who hanged himself after the fact. She had clear symptoms of PTSD and now suffers absolutely no ill effects of the experience she had. Please see the following link for qualified EFT practitioners who can help. Just choose the specialty (trauma/war):

EFT Practitioners

or consider purchasing the DVD's for their own use:

EFT DVDs

I have A LOT of experience with EFT. Please feel free to ask questions if you want to know more. Or see www.ldseft.blogspot.com

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Tragedy averted--prayer of thanks




I take it for granted. Every day we pray that we will be protected from harm and I suppose if we knew every day how often that prayer was answered, we might walk around a little bit nervous. My two oldest boys who are still within reach, one at college nearby, and one at home, took a friend to the airport today. We live 3 1/2 hrs from the airport, so it is quite the trip. They left at 7am and had been up late last night.

On the way home, the younger brother slept, and the older brother driving, joined him. When he awoke, he was in the wrong lane and the other vehicle way laying on the horn. As a mother, you don't even want to allow the what if thought in. But I could surely imagine a phone call informing us of an accident. Well instead, I am so grateful that they came home safe and sound and that the older brother warmed up for a basketball game tonight, instead of being visited in a hospital or worse. The younger brother sat with us and watched.

I believe in angels. I don't know that we have assigned angels to watch out for us or help us, but I believe they are often near and we rarely get to know it. Today I am thankful for whatever "guardian angels" had a hand in my sons' protection. How do you return that kind of favor?

Friday, November 21, 2008

I can do all things--the basketball miracle

I have a boy I love. Haha. I actually have five of them. But one has a particularly tender spot in my heart. Don't tell the rest. They all have their spots too anyway. But, it's because he has natural talent and true humility (among other things). One of his first basketball games, he scored 22 points and we were not there to see it. For whatever reason, for years and by multiple coaches, he was overlooked. He and his older brother were pine brothers. I cannot begin to understand it. I felt he was as good as any player out there, he just needed the opportunity. This boy also has a tendency to not believe in himself. For years I have tried to nurture a spirit of confidence in him and slowly it has paid off, but on occasion he slips into the, "I'm dumb, poor me" mode and I ache that he cannot see his own fabulousness. Is that a word?

A couple of years ago, I introduced him to THE SECRET. We watched it a few times as a family and taught them all the power of our thought. I taught them that in the scriptures, it is called the Law of the Harvest. He took to that. And he began planting little seeds of greatness. His senior year his big break came. We had a new principal in town, the basketball coach "retired" quite suddenly. And our principal became the coach. He had a pretty great basketball career himself. He took one look at my boy and he saw it. Chris became his go to player. At first it unnerved him completely. He did not have the experience of some of the other players on the team. But the coach saw it. And he began to nurture it too.

The other day my son told me that at every game during the national anthem, he would say in his mind, "I am strong. I am confident." And most of the time he played that way. He was instrumental in several games. He had big plays at big moments. He had a season we always knew he could have and we always wished he would have. They finished second in the state and we were so happy with how his senior year ended with sports. We were so grateful to a coach who finally took what he had and made him better.

Fast forward. The boy is now in college. For all intents and purposes he has one year of playing experience. Sure he practiced for seven years. More importantly he lived success in his mind. Always shadow shooting, imagining big plays, seeing himself as a player in his imagination. He signed up for Institute basketball and a few weeks into the semester signed up for an EAC basketball class run by the assistant coaches. Oh, this is a good idea, I tell him. He plays his Institute games every week and is having a blast. And he is having tons of fun in the class. Before he signed up, they all got to try out for the team. Oh well. A few weeks ago the assistant coaches ask him if he'd be interested in a spot on the team. Hmm, let me think a nanosecond. YES!!! Well, you won't be able to play, but you can travel and suit up and practice. OK, we're all just thrilled.

This week he has gone from, maybe we will consider something more for you in a few weeks, to several players being busted for illegal substances, to head coach asking him if he would be interested in suiting up. Hmmm, let me think for a nanosecond. Ok. No way! Why wasn't I trained in gymnastics so I could do some flips and roundoffs? They want him to play tomorrow, but the forms and permissions he needs, may not be filled out in time. So, we will see what happens. I am stunned.

A few weeks ago when he was home, he was not very positive about his studies, particularly math, and I shared with him Phill 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” I told him he needed to add "I am smart" to his other affirmations. Here's hoping he will have the same kind of turn around in his studies. As a mom, you hope for the dreams of your children to come true. If he never gets any farther in basketball than this, we will all just be extremely excited that it happened at all. It truly is a miracle what has occurred for him. I hope that as his confidence grows that he will be able to apply it in all areas of his life. It will sure come in handy when he leaves on a mission in a few months.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Joseph Coveney--infidel



Over the years I have been fascinated with my 4th/5th? great grandfather who came to America from Ireland. I found this today. I used to think he was just a strong minded individual. After all he is referred to in many places as a Free Thinker. Well, I like the message of the youtube video. I hope old Joseph is not extinct. :-)

Here are some of the words on the monument.

THE MORE PRIESTS
THE MORE POVERTY
THE MORE SAINTS
THE MORE HYPOCRITES
THE MORE RELIGION
THE MORE LYING

"He died as he had lived a disbeliever in the Bible God and the Christian religion."

FREE THOUGHT, FREE RELIGION, FREE SPEECH and FREE PRESS

"The world is my country. To do good my religion. "

"A word to the wise. God in the constitution is the end of liberty. Beware how you unite Church and State." (I strongly disagree with great grandpa here.)

"The Christian religion begins with a dream and ends with a murder." "All Christian denominations preach damnation to the others." "Remember Mary Dyer hanging on the big elm on the Boston Commons a victim to Christian superstition."

"Nature is the true god, Science the true religion."

In spite of all of that, he was well respected, generous, and a citizen of high regard in the community. He lived to be 92. Too bad he didn't change his mind as his children implored him on his death bed. And obviously it would have been better had he had a higher regard from his Creator.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Last, last, last--so blessed






I feel like I am in exact reverse of when this boy came in to my life. First time rolling over, first crawl, first solid food, first steps, first words. Now we are down to hours. Last weekend together. Last time at church together. Last picnic. Last family prayer, last dinner, last FHE. He is officially a missionary. He now has to live as close to mission rules as possible. We are his companions. :-) I thought it quite rude that the Stake Pres asked me to pray before they set him apart. I have been mostly fine with only a few moments of tears, but that made it awfully tough.

This day has been better than I could ever have imagined. We had a nice breakfast. We got to church early. The program was beautiful. I did not have to pray in sacrament meeting, but I did sing with three other ladies and I did not cry. Woohoo! All of the talks were beautiful and timely, charity, missionary work, the Savior. The Young Women sang Come Unto Christ. We sang Write Thy Name Upon My Heart. Andrew gave as beautiful a talk on the Savior as I have ever heard. He spoke for fifteen minutes and he has his dad's gift. Only he has it at a much younger age.

I came home and threw food together for about 20 of his friends and went back to the church for RS. Great lesson on Second Coming. Back home for more food for 20 family members and friends. Stake Pres called. Let's set him apart now. Off we go. Beautiful advice and it ended up being just us, him and his two oldest brothers. An aunt and uncle were going to come. In the rush we did not invite Grandma. She had gone home. We were going to ask in the friends/girlfriend outside, but he was reluctant so we did not. And I am so glad it was just our little intimate group. He told us and promised us wonderful things.

I feel so blessed that I cannot even express it in words. My heart is filled with joy. How could life be any better? The next few hours will be tender and I am sure there will be a point of major bawling, but it will be with the knowledge that it is a sweet parting and the reunion will be all the more joyful.

We are all writing our own letters to him to give him to read on the plane. We only have 16 hours left together, so I am going to make the best of it.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Our Gila Valley Temple



We are happy we have something to visualize. Ground breaking in January.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Nifty food storage tool

Here is a nifty little food storage calculator.

http://lds.about.com/library/bl/faq/blcalculator.htm

I am using it to see where I can improve. I hope you will too. Happy Birthday to my hubby!

Nifty food storage tool

Here is a nifty little food storage calculator.

http://lds.about.com/library/bl/faq/blcalculator.htm

I am using it to see where I can improve. I hope you will too. Happy Birthday to my hubby!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Pray now, pray often--fast on election day

From a prominent Colorado Springs minister:

Dawn's note (what a great idea to fast on election day. Let us all fast and pray!)


Due to IRS rules, this letter is from me personally and is not from any

of the ministries I am associated with. (Also because of IRS rules, I cannot

send it to my ministry database and therefore need your help in getting it

out.) Do with it as you see fit, but my desire is that you forward it to as

many praying friends as possible.


October 20, 2008

Dear Praying Friend,

In 2000, I wrote the 2nd most important letter of my life—a call to

prayer for the elections of that year. I’m now writing what may be my most

important letter. I knew the importance of those elections in 2000 was

beyond any in my life up to that point and that the spiritual warfare

surrounding them would be unlike anything any of us had ever seen. That

letter was read by millions of people and I believe millions of them

responded by praying. I also believe the prayers turned the tide.

You may question whether President Bush was the right choice;

obviously, he has made some blunders in his tenure as president. But two

of his decisions alone left no doubt he was God’s choice: Roberts and Alito.

These two Supreme Court Justices have proven critical in the process of

breaking the hold of humanism, death and anti-God agendas that have

ruled the Court for 50 years. I assure you that more devastation—the

shedding of innocent blood, immorality, decay of the family and an erosion

of our godly heritage—has flowed into our nation through that institution

than any other door in America. Many times more. The poison allowed into

America through their decisions is beyond any of our abilities to articulate.

The reality in America is that you don’t need to control Congress or

the White Hose to rule the nation. You only need 5 people – 5 out of 9 on

the Supreme Court. And for decades those who disagree with just about

everything you and I stand for have been in control!

In Bush’s two terms, the process of turning this around began with

the appointments of Roberts and Alito. Now, we win some cases 5-4 and

lose some 4-5. (We barely outlawed partial birth abortion. The vote of one

judge saved thousands of babies from this horror.) We need one more

conservative Justice for a consistent majority, then more to build a strong

majority.

In Obama’s own words, “the next president will appoint at least one,

perhaps two or more Supreme Court Justices.” He’s right. Almost certainly

two or more older, liberal Justices are waiting until after the elections to

retire, in hopes of Obama winning and appointing more liberals to replace

them. And he certainly would. He voted against the confirmation of Roberts

and Alito. So did Biden. And Biden led the fight against Justice Thomas

several years back, another of the 4 solid conservatives. Make no mistake

about it, the two of them do have a litmus test for Supreme Court Justices,

and a major part of that test is Roe vs. Wade. McCain and Palin, on the

other hand, both have very strong pro-life positions. This alone makes the

choice for President simple. To vote for the 2nd and 3rd most liberal

senators (Obama and Biden), both of whom are firmly and blatantly proabortion,

would be unconscionable. Obama has actually said that if he

wins, he would like his first action as president to be the signing of the

Freedom of Choice Act, which would eliminate every other law against any

aspect of abortion (partial birth abortion, parental notification, etc., etc.).

And with a democratic majority in the House and Senate, pretty much any

legislation he and Biden want to pass will be a slam-dunk. There are many

other unrighteous positions they hold but this position alone makes the

choice easy. If they win this election, it will set America back decades in

the cause of life and the restoration we seek.

Just as many of you do, I too, want to see a first black President, but

not Senator Obama. To allow that noble and godly desire, the economy or

one’s position on the war to trump this issue of life and death for the

innocent unborn is simply wrong. The scriptures teach that if we choose

first to exalt righteousness and turn from evil, God promises to heal our

land (see Proverbs 14:34; 2 Chronicles 7:14). It is righteousness that

exalts a nation, not wealth, prosperity or armies. If we will finish the

process of removing the curses of death and anti-God laws off of America

by electing a president that will continue to shift the Court, God will grace

us with breakthrough in other areas such as the economy, the war against

terrorism, etc. My faith is not in a person, and certainly not a political party,

for the healing of America, but I know God’s word and His ways well

enough to know that our decisions do move Him to action or inaction.

Now to the heart of my reason for writing this letter (I realize I am

“preaching to the choir”—most of you who know or listen to me are

conservative enough to vote for McCain and Palin.) I have not written any

appeals for prayer concerning this election because:

1) others have, and

2) I believe our movement has matured to the point that the prayer

base of the Church is already praying.

But I now feel the need to raise my voice. I am appealing to you to pray for

these elections the next two weeks like you’ve never prayed for any in the

past. Faithfully. Passionately. Boldly. Ask God for His mercy and grace.

We deserve His judgment for removing His influence and authority from our

government, schools, homes and businesses; for the killing of 50 million

babies; for leading the world in the consumption and exporting of

pornography; for passing laws to reject His; etc. But mercy triumphs over

judgment and in His wrath He remembers mercy. In 2000 we actually lost

the popular vote and won the election—talk about grace! Please pray for

this grace to be released again.

But I am also asking you for something more than normal prayer. For

those of you who understand spiritual warfare, I am asking you to also

include this aspect of prayer. There is no doubt that we have entered a

Daniel 10 moment in time: “Then he said to me, ‘Do not be afraid, Daniel,

for from the first day that you set your heart on understanding this and on

humbling yourself before your God, your words were heard, I have come in

response to your words. But the prince of the kingdom of Persia was

withstanding me for twenty-one days; then behold, Michael, one of the chief

princes, came to help me, for I had been left there with the kings of Persia’”

(Daniel 10: 12-13 NAS). The spiritual warfare in this election is incredibly

fierce, and just as it was in Daniel’s day, is all about the restoration of a

nation. And also like Daniel, we must keep praying until we win the battle in

the heavens.

In August of this year I predicted that September would mark a shift in

momentum for these elections. This happened with the appointment of

Sarah Palin as the Vice Presidential nominee (who is a true Esther in our

generation), but when the economy began its meltdown and the media

ramped up their unprecedented attacks on Palin, that momentum wasn’t

sustained. But we can see it turn again if we approach this battle as the

spiritual warfare it truly is and bind the evil forces involved (see Matthew

16:18-19). The reality is that this election can be the breakthrough we

need to fully shift the Court (and ultimately our nation) or it will be an

immeasurable setback that could take many years to reverse—if ever.

Please understand what I am saying: if we engage in this battle and

do what I am asking—in mass—we will win; if we do not, we will lose. I, for

one, don’t intend to allow the latter. I am in Washington, D.C. now (October

20-22) with Lou Engle and a team of prayer leaders from around the nation

to war for this election. Join us! Lose some sleep, miss some meals—

pray! Pray like never before for these elections. And as you do, involve

yourself not only in petitioning prayer but also in spiritual warfare. Use your

God-given authority over the plans and strategies of satan’s kingdom. Bind

all witchcraft that is working to control the outcome, including occultic

powers that are suppressing truth. Release Christ’s Kingdom rule in every

way the Holy Spirit leads you.

Don’t be deceived and don’t lose hope (if you have to, turn off the

TV.) It is not too late to turn these elections. God is plenty powerful

enough to do so. The real question is will we rise to the level of prayer and

spiritual warfare necessary to release that power. And remember, we don’t

need a majority of Christians who are willing and able to do this—only a

praying remnant. We can do it!

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Here are some practical suggestions to consider:

1) Fast (a meal a day; a day a week; a Daniel fast; 3 days; 10 days;

TV; etc.) and spend the time praying.

2) Agree in prayer with someone everyday for God’s will to be done.

3) Form/participate in prayer groups regularly. Churches could pray

everyday.

4) Take time in every gathering to pray. (Take 15 minutes in every

service to pray for the elections. Turn an entire service to harp and

bowl style intercession—worship and prayer combined.)

5) Join 2 or more on a conference call and pray for 15, 20, or 30

minutes.

6) Pray on the way to work (and on the way home).

7) Pray before you go to sleep.

8) Pray before church services.

9) Ask God to give you His strategy—He will!

In His grip,

Dutch Sheets

Friday, October 17, 2008

Ye shall not fear

Is that a commandment or a promise anyway? :-) Because we live in the last days, it is incumbent on us to be familiar with what will happen before the Savior comes again. Truly a great and terrible thing to look forward to. I like this quote by Pres Benson, Oct 1986 conference:

OCT:1986


If they saw our day, and chose those things which would be of greatest worth to us, is not that how we should study the Book of Mormon? We should constantly ask ourselves, ''Why did the Lord inspire Mormon or Moroni or Alma to include that in their records? What lesson can I learn from that to help me live in this day and age?'' And there is example after example of how that question will be answered. For example, in the Book of Mormon we find a pattern for preparing for the Second Coming. A major portion of the book centers on the few decades just prior to Christ's coming to America. By careful study of that time period we can determine why some were destroyed in the terrible judgments that preceded His coming and what brought others to stand at the temple in the land of Bountiful and thrust their hands into the wounds of His hands and feet.

From the Book of Mormon we learn how disciples of Christ live in times of war. From the Book of Mormon we see the evils of secret combinations portrayed in graphic and chilling reality. In the Book of Mormon we find lessons for dealing with persecution and apostasy. We learn much about how to do missionary work. And more than anywhere else, we see in the Book of Mormon the dangers of materialism and setting our hearts on the things of the world. Can anyone doubt that this book was meant for us and that in it we find great power, great comfort, and great protection?

How President Benson loved the Book of Mormon and this is probably why. We have the information we need. We don't hear much of doom and gloom from our leaders today. Is that because the day is still far off, or is it because it has been said and we do not heed? A good question to ask ourselves. I found a great website that I have been to over the years and want to share it. Lots of wonderful information about the last days.

http://www.ldslastdays.com

Are YOU prepared?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

If ye are prepared???




So, I got this strange email the other day that was supposedly someone's dreams and visions of the last days (coming soon to a community near you). I don't discount the possibility that her dreams/vision could be true, but I am not digging my cave just yet. But, it does make one pause and take stock especially with the news as it has been the last couple of weeks.

I have been doing a lot of canning since last Fall I'd say. I've learned to can chicken and hamburger and put up lots of black beans and pintos. I just bought 500 lbs of corn that I don't have a clue what to do with, but I am asking our RS to have a class, so we can all learn. I know I can grind it to cornmeal. I suppose we should start having corn meal mush on a regular basis. Yuk!

But, my food storage is rather random. I mean we are off to a good start, but lots of room to grow and I really need to make sure for example I have yeast to make bread from the wheat. I actually do, but you get my drift. And I need a hand grinder in the event we don't have electricity. I do have an authentic matate found on our property and probably used by actual Native Americans 100s of years ago, but I really would rather not grind my grain that way. Mine is black.

Even more importantly, there is room to grow in my spiritual life. I accidentally opened my scriptures in Daniel this morning on my way to Helaman. Well, Daniel is very prophetic and millenial and has a tendency to get your attention. But it was really interesting. I realized I have family history that is undone. I am so much raw materials in need of molding and shaping.

I know it's hard to allow faith when there is fear, but I can say, I am nervous. I cannot say I am prepared, so I'd better get to it. A little every day.

Monday, October 6, 2008

WWPMD?



President Thomas S. Monson is the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

So, I have always liked the WWJD theme. But, I am tweaking it. I watched the special between conference yesterday, On the Lord's Errand. It was wonderful and it so touched me that Pres Monson said at the end something to the effect that if there was an errand the Lord needed, he wanted to be the one to run that errand. I have many weaknesses to overcome and have been struggling with them and this morning when one of them hit me between the eyes, my first thought was, what would President Monson do? I don't mean to be irreverent at all, but sometimes asking what would Jesus do, seems too hard. I mean, HE was perfect, and I am so not. Yet, to think what would my husband/friend/RS Pres do, doesn't seem right either. Although depending on your husband/friend/or RS Pres, it could also be appropriate. I know it is more often than not in my case. Anyway, I was happy to accept the thought, what would Pres Monson do and I immediately did the thing I had been resisting.

I also did several other things I "should" do this morning with that thought in mind. And I hope to keep the thought in the front of my mind, so I can continue to do what is right. What are you putting off that Pres Monson would do?

For more info on Pres Monson, see the following links.



http://www.thomassmonson.org/

http://lds.org/move/index.html?type=conference&event=178&lang=english

Under the screen, choose additional videos, then choose "On the Lord's Errand."

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Man in my life--Man of my dreams



Here is the world's best husband. OK, so I don't always feel completely that way, but most of the time I do. He has his faults, but I'll keep him.

A couple of months ago, I gave some antiques to our local bed and breakfast. In return, she gave me some free nights stay at her B&B. I decided to book one of those nights last night. I had to work at a subdivision yesterday so my dear husband, fixed a lovely lasagna dinner, recorded my favorite love songs on his ipod so we could dance, and bought a dozen roses. And we met at the B&B. We had a very nice quiet night and I hope we can repeat it again soon. And the breakfast there is always lovely and so quiet without children. :-)

Thursday, October 2, 2008

If we don't STAND, we'll FALL



We must protect marriage from the alternative acceptance of anything goes. Then heaven help us. Dawn


What Harm Would Same-Sex “Marriage” Do?

By Peter Sprigg

Some advocates of same-sex “marriage” scoff at the idea that it could harm anyone. Here are eight ways in which society could be harmed by legalizing same-sex “marriage”:

• Fewer people would marry.

In Massachusetts, only 43% of same-sex couples who live together have even bothered
to “marry.” Among opposite-sex couples, the comparable figure is 91%. In the Netherlands, the figures are even lower, with only 12% of homosexual couples having entered legal civil “marriages.” Giving the option of same-sex “marriage” would tell society that marriage in general is “optional,” not normative, and fewer people would marry.

• Fewer people would remain monogamous and sexually faithful.

One study in the Netherlands showed that homosexual men with a steady partner had an
average of eight sexual partners per year. Another has shown that the average lesbian has more lifetime male sexual partners than the average heterosexual woman. If these behaviors are incorporated into what society affirms as “marriage,” then fidelity among heterosexuals would likely decline as well.

• Fewer people would remain married for a lifetime.

The same Dutch study that showed the high rate of homosexual promiscuity also showed
that the average homosexual male “partnership” lasts only 1.5 years. As the transience of homosexual relationships is incorporated in society’s image of “marriage,” we can expect that fewer heterosexuals would maintain a lifelong commitment as well.

• More children would be raised without a married mother and father.

Social science has proven clearly that children do best when raised by their own married biological mother and father. Yet legalizing same-sex “marriage” would put an official stamp of approval on the deliberate creation of permanently motherless or fatherless families. It would require legalization of homosexual adoption and forbid giving preference to mother/father households. As scholar Stanley Kurtz says, If, as in Norway, gay marriage were imposed here by a socially liberal cultural elite, it would likely speed us on the way toward the classic Nordic pattern of less frequent marriage, more frequent out-of-wedlock birth, and skyrocketing family dissolution. In the American context, this would be a disaster.

• Demands for legalization of polygamy would grow.

If a person’s choice of spouse cannot be limited based on the sex of one’s partner, it is hard to see how it could be limited based on the number of spouses either. At least one lawsuit has already been filed making this argument.

• Taxpayers, consumers, and businesses would be forced to subsidize homosexual relationships.

If same-sex marriage were legalized, all employers, public and private, large or small, would be required to offer spousal benefits to homosexual couples. You, as a taxpayer, consumer, or small business owner, would be forced to bear the expense of subsidizing homosexual relationships—including their higher health care costs.

• Schools would teach that homosexual relationships are identical to heterosexual ones.
A lesbian who teaches 8th grade sex education in Massachusetts told NPR that she teaches her children how lesbians use “a sex toy” to have intercourse. If anyone objects, she says, “Give me a break. It’s legal now.” One father was jailed after protesting because his son—a kindergarten student—was given a book about same-sex couples.

• Freedom of conscience and religious liberty would be threatened.

Religious schools and colleges could be forced to admit and employ homosexuals. Churches and non-profit organizations could be stripped of their tax exemptions and religious psychologists, social workers, and marriage counselors could be denied licensing if they “discriminate” against homosexuals. Expressing opposition to same-sex “marriage” could be outlawed in the workplace as “sexual harassment.”

Stanley Kurtz, “The End of Marriage in Scandinavia: The ‘conservative case’ for same-sex marriage collapses,”
The Weekly Standard 9, No. 20 (February 2, 2004): 26-33.


Monday, September 29, 2008

It's so tasty being green



For many years now, I have battled eczema in various spots on my body. The last six months it has been on the palm of my hand. It has been a frustrating, irritating experience and I have suspected a grain allergy. After trying all kinds of creams and ointments prescription and natural, I have almost given up. Tried the zyrtec thing with bad results.

I was really praying about it and decided to go off grains. I also started wondering what natural antihistamine I could take. After a few days, stinging nettle came to mind and I am going to order some of that soon. But then, I got a phone call returned that I made a couple of weeks ago to my LDS herbal momma. She is the mom of my childhood bestest friend and she has influenced me greatly. I called her in desperation a couple of weeks ago. She was out of town and called me yesterday. She suggested water and green drinks. Oh, I remember the green drinks she used to serve her family at breakfast.

So I am upping my intake of water and I read all about green drinks and smoothies today. I bought some spinach and kale and made my first drink for dinner while my family ate pizza. OK, I had 1/2 slice of 2 pizzas. And one very large glass of the following:

A large handful of spinach (or collard greens or chard or whatever)
2 stalks of kale without the largest part of the stalk on the end
1 apple (or pear)
1 peach (or mango or other)
1 banana (or 2)
Several large spoonfuls of frozen blueberries (or other berries)
1 cup of pineapple juice (or other juice)
1/2 lid of lemon juice
1 squirt of liquid or 1 spoonful of dry stevia
sesame seeds (calcium), flax seeds (omegas), almonds (good protein/fat), etc.

Note: if this scares you, start with more fruit and one leaf, then 2, then more. Decrease the fruit as you go and replace with greens. The fruit overpowers the greens. Really!

Blend baby blend. I have a Bosch blender that did pretty well, but I am thinking about saving for a Blendtech or Vitamix. It tasted quite yummy, although the blueberries changed the beautiful green color to a little less desirable. Everyone in the family tried a taste and they all agreed it was OK to wonderful. It passed the 6 and 8 yr old test.

I am so excited to make this a daily thing and can't wait to see the results.

Parent's Pay Day



I remember the day this boy changed our lives forever. He came unexpectedly two weeks early and was born with a doctor and in a town and hospital he was not supposed to be. I remember thinking over and over, "I'm a mom." I did not feel that differently and 18-20 years seemed like a whole long time in the future to be responsible for this little person. Fast forward 19 1/2 years. Who stole the time? I remember when he was 9 1/2 and I thought wow, we are half way there. From the time he hit high school, it all became a blur, mostly because he was joined by six siblings and they all require time too. When he started driving it really started flying. Hey, he's had more than one speeding ticket. He is going somewhere fast.

Then he graduated and started college and began mission preparations. Now in only six short weeks he will really be gone for two years. I cant just see him now and then or go to lunch on a whim. He'll really be gone. Well, I can bemoan that fact later. (Scarlett: "after all, tomorrow is another day.")

Saturday we took our boy to the temple. We were joined by friends and family and it is the kind of day that you dream about and humbly welcome when it finally comes. It was a picture perfect day and I felt perhaps I had a family member from beyond the veil in attendance. That was comforting, as in my LDS walk, that has been a rare thing, to have any of my family present or supportive.

As we went to bed that night, we were both grateful. We have a ward member and friend, who buried their adult son that day. And we have friends whose children are wayward who would love to have a similar experience with their children. We know we are blessed, probably beyond what we deserve and all we can do is be grateful for it. We hope to have many more days like this one. God is good and so is life.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Mr Wildkat--4 yrs of Nortons



Andrew 2005



Again 2006



Joseph "Simmons" 2007



Mr and Mrs Wildkat 2008

I never liked drugs

I can tend to be a little extreme in my anti-medical views. I have softened over time and have found there can be benefit at times to using a doctor. Like when your gall bladder malfunctions and you try for eight months to save it and almost waste away to nothing because you are stubborn. But normally, I can treat myself and my own family thank you very much.

For the last five years I have had a rash somewhere on my body for the majority of that time. (Eczema)It has settled on to my right hand the last 6-8 months. It has been the most frustrating physical condition I have ever had. I've tried just about everything to no avail. I finally was persuaded to try Zyrtec by my husband's cousin who is a pharmacist. The first few days I noticed a big difference in my temperament. I became yucky. Hmmm. So, I cut the dose, safe for a six year old, to half and it kept the rash at bay but never cleared, so I upped the dose again and had an emotional meltdown the likes of which I have never seen. It frightened me. Worse than post partum depression.

So, no more zyrtec. I am trying Singular for the next few days while dropping all grains from my diet. I am on day three no grains. That is really hard. I love all whole grains. But, I have to keep trying to find a solution. Nothing seems to work.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Fair snapshots





Emily showing her 3rd place pig







Emily wins blue on her pig and blue for showmanship






Jefferson's red ribbon hog and blue for showmanship too









the quilt that wasn't











blue ribbon rag quilt










Dawn's hardest working mother at the fair "award" courtesy of Ted Olsen

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Christmas in September?



Two nights ago, my youngest asked me to tuck her in. We usually just send them up in a mad rush after prayer, hugs, and kisses. This post might make me reconsider that. So, she is five and just started kindergarten. She is still the cutest little thing. I told her to get her jammies on and I would come up. When I went upstairs, she asked me to sing her Silent Night. "Silent Night? That's a Christmas song!" Well, she still wanted me to sing it. Isn't that the beauty of children? They allow us to pause and consider what we need to be reminded of. So, I sang the first verse of Silent Night as her little lids drooped heavily. I thought, why not finish her off? I kept singing through all three verses as I stroked her hair and cheek. And she drifted off sweetly long before the end of the song. It HAD been a very long day at the fair.

As I looked at her though, so sweet and peaceful and beautiful, I just did not want the moment to end. And so I lingered there with her. I laid down next to her with my hand on her chest and just looked at her sweet little face. She still has the beautiful blush of childhood that will be gone so quickly and it was almost more than I could bear to think about it. Especially since I have been a mom for over 19 years and I know how fast they grow and leave. In a few short weeks, we will send one off almost for good.

It left me very thoughtful; those few small moments in her room. How do I use my time? How can I make better use of it? What is really important? Good things to think about.

Friday, September 19, 2008

All American Day at the fair



Yeah for blue ribbons! And red ones and white ones. Emily did get a blue ribbon at the fair on her pig. It took third place in her class. Jefferson's and the family alternate both got red ribbons. The kids both did a phenomenal job at showmanship and I was convinced one of them would win Grand Champion or Reserve, but to my shock neither of them did. Go figure.

Lest you think this impressive or not, we have decided that how you finish with pigs is completely due to genetics and judges. If you are lucky enough to pick a great piglet with the kind of genes the judges like, you win! Some judges like 'em long and lean, and others like them with all kinds of other qualities. This year's judge wanted to see a smooth walking pig with a flat back, and lots of muscle, with plenty of meat. He told Emily that she had the first place pig, but it just did not have enough meat on it. Two years ago, it would have been first place with the other judge. That's OK, we are not raising pigs. And they were happy for their friends who won.

I got a blue ribbon on my plum jam and a blue ribbon on my denim rag quilt. The kids got white ribbons on their artwork. We still need to check their school artwork. The fair is a wonderful time for us filled with great memories, wonderful accomplishments, some disappointments, and a lot of hard work. We fall in to bed on Saturday night exhausted. But we love doing it every year.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

County Fair



Today was the day we take the pigs to the fair and everyone does the so happy we are almost finished with pigs dance. On Sunday, we will do the official so happy we ARE finished with pigs dance. No school tomorrow and the next two days are dedicated to showing and selling the pigs. This pig is our alternate. If you don't have an alternate and it doesn't make weight, you don't get to show and sell your pig. We found that out the hard way. If your pig gets hurt, like it breaks a leg, you can't show or sell your pig. We have friends that found that out the hard way.

Putting pigs in the fair involves loading them into the trailer. Finding and putting them in the appropriate pens while lots of other people are doing the same. Letting a nice man at the fair back up the trailer because I just cannot do it and Bret could not help today. Wash all three pigs and then get them weighed while lots of other people are doing the same. Get your papers in, get your pen signs up. Get their water feeders up and make sure they are fed. And the cool thing is, it can't be done without everyone helping with the flow of pig traffic. So you help corral and people help you get yours back where they go. A very nice flow of everyone helping.

We think our pigs look pretty good this year. Emily's in particular, but it is on the smaller side. The bigger classes usually win grand champion and reserve grand champion. Tomorrow we will find out if we got blue ribbons. I also entered Andrew's rag quilt and some plum jam I made. I really wanted to enter a baby quilt I am almost finished with, but I just ran out of time. The kids entered some drawings.

Tomorrow is the big show day. But we love Saturday. That's the auction. We have our fingers crossed. We love the fair!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Prickly Pear Principle



Ahhh perfection! My greatest weakness. It gets me into so much trouble. But I had an aha moment today in my quest for prickly pear jelly. A quest that I started over a week ago and I dreamed about for over a month. If you've never had cactus jelly, you are missing out! It's kind of like grape jelly, but has it's own distinct flavor. It's a lovely purple color; my favorite. And if the jelly fails, which it is prone to do, you have the most divine pancake syrup you've ever tasted. Kind of like the blueberry and raspberry syrups.

Anyway, I knew I was behind schedule just picking the fruit which is an adventure in itself. By the time I got into the desert last week, I found mostly barren cactus plants. This picture is of the one lone fruit that I found on this and many other cacti. I was literally praying, 'cause I had a business deadline to attend to. "Please help me find just a few with lots of fruit." With only ten minutes to spare before I headed out of the desert, I found three lovely cactus with lots of fruit and filled my bucket. Oh, please do not attempt to pick the fruit without gloves and tongs or you WILL have lots of fine prickles in your hands, not to mention plenty of pokes from the spines. I learned the hard way, that leather slip-on pumps are not appropriate footwear. Two days later, I was having a broken off spine removed from my foot at the Dr's office; an injury inflicted by an angry cactus intent on making me pay for stealing it's fruit. That's what I call a low blow.

I was able to get the fruit boiled and turned into two gallons of the most lovely juice. Then I was derailed by life again for five days before I got back to it. I couldn't find a good recipe but just went for it. The first batch was a failure as far as jelly goes. It is obviously syrup, but I have high hopes for the second batch which appears to be jelling only slightly. The last triple batch? I know, you shouldn't triple. I think it's all syrup too. Darn. But, I have a gallon more juice in the freezer, because I know it will be at least five more days before I get back to it.

Oh yeah. The AHA moment. Life is a lot like making prickly pear jelly. You really have to want to be successful first of all because you have to go out in the desert to find it. You may get injured in the process and it might be painful, especially if you are not properly equipped. There may be delays, but when you eventually get around to it--the reward. About the reward...you follow the instructions, and they may actually vary slightly, but it does not always turn out as planned. No one told you that the wind had to be blowing just right, the angle of the sun mattered, and you have to hold your breath just so. But how can you be disappointed that you don't get jelly, when the syrup is so tasty? Try, try again. I'm not going to correlate all the obvious. Just my random thoughts about prickly pear. :-) I think I'll get Brother Green's recipe.

Life gets in the way of living AND sleeping



So, I stayed up too late last night. But, I was thinking. I'll get up for family scriptures, convince one of the kids to pull out my pancake mix and fix pancakes and go back to bed. Haha! One of my little motto's I have made up along the way is, life gets in the way of living. I get these grand plans and then something sidelines it. That's ok. Life is about learning, but I really want to sleep.

Soooo, got up for scriptures, kids went to feed pigs while I groggily pulled out the pancake mix, my warm bed still calling to me. Jefferson came in the door and said his pig couldn't stand, was squealing, and had little drops of blood on his back. (Internal groan, there goes the warm bed). Of course, dad is on his way to work. I went to the pen in my jammies, robe, and slippers to find the pig as he said, only I noted that he was also breathing heavy. He was acting just like he had sunburn. Hmm.

I made some calls, blah, blah, blah and we decided it is sunburned. Amid my making breakfast (forget getting back to sleep), helping with lunches, calling around about swine health, Jefferson put up more sunshade tarp and put aloe vera on his piggie. The really bad thing about all of this is that we are taking the pigs to the fair in two days, and they go to market in four. Will it even be able to walk then? We don't know. Fortunately we have an alternate.

I just said to Bret the other day. "I don't want to buy a pig this year." (We are the default buyers when there is any pig crisis, but it seems like we get one every year anyway). This morning I had to call and tell him we may have to buy a pig after all. But I am hoping for recovery. I wonder if you can tap a pig? LOL! See the EFT link if that is confusing.

Now that I am completely awake, I am going to make jelly and try to finish a baby quilt. Happy sleeping.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

My friend made me do it

So, I have this friend, HI CRISTI, who says I should start a blog. So I did. It's not like I have never blogged. I actually now have three. And if you want to see them, you can ask me. So, I did it. I started a blog. Wonder if I'll share it? I guess if you are reading it, I did. :-) Smile.