It kind of hit me that we’re always scattering seeds of some kind as we travel along life’s path. Sometimes we might drop weed seeds as we complain or grumble or gossip about somebody that’s stepped into our way in life. Hopefully, more often, we’re scattering seeds of kindness and happiness to be reaped by others following after us.
There are many people who walked the path ahead of me that dropped many wonderful seeds that have bloomed for my enjoyment. My Grandma is one of these people. She always smiled and spoke only good about people. Because of her positive seeds she planted, my life has been better. Remembering her makes me wonder about my own seeds I’m leaving behind me. Are my children and grandchildren (some day) and friends going to enjoy life more because of the flowers I made bloom. Or will they have to chop through icky weeds because I planted discord Continue reading
Just a quick post to wish you all a wonderful Easter today! Spring is truly here…even in good old Idaho! It makes me happy to see the blossoms coming out, my grass turning green, and daffodils, tulips and irises beginning to form.
Springs brings new life after the dead of winter. It makes me know that even through the dark, cold winters of our life when everything can go wrong and things can seem so bleak, because of our Savior, Jesus Christ, the hope of spring is sure to come. New life, new growth comes only after the trials and hardships we go through in this life. Faith in our Savior helps endure them easier.
Here’s an Easter video that’s about 7-1/2 minutes long. I loved it! Jesus is the reason for this season. He is the Hope of life. Have a great Easter.
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Writing is hard! It hurts your wrists and back from hours scribbling with a pen or hunched over a computer. It hurts your brain coming up with intricate plots that won’t bore a reader to tears. It hurts your heart when you have to hurt your baby—that character you adore that you have to stretch out on the gauntlet in order to force them to expose themself on the page.
So why do we write when it’s such a painful, grueling process? There seems to be a lot of us out there that still write. Are we masochists? Continue reading
If you’re new to this blog, I lost my brother-in-law to suicide several years ago and occasionally post about it. The grief we experienced was profound…but God did not mean us to stay in the pit of despair forever.
I read a touching article, The Broken Bowl, written by Karen Athay Packer about this subject. Her father was an artist. For her wedding, he gave her a beautiful, handmade, ceramic bowl. Years later, he committed suicide and left his family reeling with shock and bitterness. Continue reading
Today’s post is a little more serious than my normal ones. One of my big reasons for starting this blog was to create a place where those who feel pain can come for comfort…and also for smiles and laughter. Life is for joy…I truly believe that; but one can’t know joy unless he experiences pain.
In 2003 a tragic event touched my family’s life. Remember my willow tree post? Well, this about cut us to the ground. My brother-in-law committed suicide. I’d lost loved ones before, but suicide was like a knife to the heart—gouging out all happiness. We were sucked into a cave of doom and gloom and couldn’t reach the light. Continue reading
I love this picture of my Grandpa’s cows. It’s old. I was intimidated by cows as a kid. They made weird sounds and looked at me funny (like they wanted to eat me).
My Great Uncle down the way had more cows than Grandpa. He also had a huge hay barn with a rope attached to the roof beam. You could grab hold of that rope and jump off the hay and swing over the cows in the corral below.
I’m sad to admit that I was always too chicken to try it. I always had good intentions and held that rope in my hands countless times contemplating the act. Shoot! My younger siblings even did it…so I was under immense pressure…. Continue reading
Sundays are a good day to quote C.S. Lewis. He knew how to say things JUST RIGHT!
“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for a bird to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”
I love that quote! I chuckle every time I imagine an egg trying to fly. So, here’s hoping that you may break out of your shell and let your wings do their job and take you to the heights you were meant to soar at! No one likes a rotten egg! They stink. Have a great Sunday!
Recently (at least in a tree’s life), I landscaped my backyard and spent quite a bit on excavation, trees, plants, a firepit, boulders, and all that good stuff. Trees are my favorite. I wish I had a forest in my backyard, especially because it faces west. I picked out two willows and put them in the middle of my yard so that they would grow and someday provide shade. They weren’t puny things; they were about 30-40 feet tall. Although sparse in the branches and leaves department, my landscaper assured me willows grow fast, and in not too many years they’d be touching, creating a nice canopy of shade. Continue reading
JOY! As I’ve spent time organizing and pondering my memories to someday put together in an autobiography, JOY is the word that comes to my mind over and over as a common theme. God didn’t mean for this earth life to be easy, and much of the time, it hasn’t been. He sent us to be tried and tested, but also to experience JOY.
I love 2 Nephi 2:25 in the Book of Mormon where it says: “Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have JOY.”
That is my motto! Life is a gift from God designed to help us become more like Him. Things won’t always be easy; in fact, if they were, we would be boring, mindless idiots. Easy things don’t help us stretch and grow. Hard things do. Continue reading