Our Daily Prayers

 

Our prayers each day usually sound something like this:

 

“Please bless Daddy that he’ll find a job,

Bless the chickens to lay eggs,

Please bless Morgan and Shane that they will have a baby,

Please bless Grandma that she will get better soon,

Bless Fancy Pantcy (the goat) that she will have triplets or twins,

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

 

5 1/2 year old Brooklyn knew what she was saying, but got it all messed up one day. This is what she said:

 

“Bless Grandma that she will get a job,

Bless Morgan that she will have triplets,

Bless the chickens to have their kids,

Bless Fancy Pantcy to lay eggs,

Bless Daddy to get better,

(And then 4 year old Paris chimed in)

“With Liberty and Justice for all!”

 

I love having little kiddies around!

Love Quilts

 

My Grandmother Amelia, and my Mother Hermine  were amazing quilters. Each of us 7 children had at least one of their adorned masterpieces on our beds that resembled favorite dresses and outfits of the past, but mostly reminded us that we were loved, safe and cared for. As a small child, we were taught to tie quilts and knew how much love went into one of these works of art.

When I was 12 years old, half of my family was in a fatal car accident in Vulcan, Alberta, Canada, in which our beloved Grandmother was killed. My Mother and my only brother Briggs were also critically wounded. We sat in the pouring rain until a farmer rescued us. He wrapped our bloody family up in a beautiful hand-quilted green quilt, and left for help. When we arrived at the hospital, I felt so bad that we had ruined his quilt, and knew that he had sacrificed something for our trembling family that day.

Six years later, when my sister Shelley and I graduated from Young Women’s, our ward quilted a blanket for each of us. Hers was green, and mine was turquoise. (Mine was prettier- or so I thought.) Several years later, Shelley died of cancer, and my brother and I fought over her quilt, knowing that it was a “love quilt” made and given to her from our ward family. Because I already had a quilt from our ward, and Briggs was her twin, I allowed him to keep it. On his return home to Idaho, he came upon a car accident where a family was brutally injured. He saw the pregnant Mother who had lost her ear, and all of her scared children, and quickly ran to his car to retrieve his newly acquired green quilt. He stayed with them until the ambulance came, and then watched them, and his green quilt drive away in the snowy weather.

In the fall of 2008, we had to place our daughter in a place of healing for troubled teens. Our hearts were broken, as we dropped our beloved daughter off to her new home. When I saw where she would be sleeping, I began to cry, for on her bed was a beautiful hand-made quilt that was sewn by many of my Relief Society sisters for a humanitarian project. My heart was lifted as I felt the love that went into making it radiate from her bed. I was humbled, and knew that she would be wrapped in love while she was so far away from home.

That same year, we had major trial one after another including death, and had also become unemployed for many months. As we exchanged letters with our daughter, and met in counseling sessions with her, we would talk about our lives and what was happening at home as well. Secretly, her school decided to do something nice for our family for Christmas. On Christmas morning, we were each surprised to open a big present with a beautiful hand-made quilt inside. Each one of my children were given the exact quilt made out of the fabric that I would have chosen to suit their individual personalities. As I marveled “how could they have known?” I opened up my quilt, and was amazed- it was solid green. Instantly, I started crying, knowing that only the Lord knew us well enough to know these details, and he was wrapping up my family in beautiful love quilts just like he always had.

These blankets that we received were also humanitarian blankets, made by our Relief Society sisters. I am humbled thinking that somewhere, someone had made that far in advance, the love quilt that my family would need to feel our Heavenly Fathers love in such a special, unique way. I know that as we, as Relief Society sisters, continue to make love quilts and send them around the world or across the street, we are sending a message of our Father’s love for his children. Heavenly Father knows “every little bird that falls” and uses His love quilts to gently catch them. For this, I will always be grateful.

Scrambled Eggs

snapshot-2009-02-09-23-21-12We have had chickens since March of 2008. In August, we had 1-2 eggs daily from our 9 hens. Every day, Sieg has entered our house angry that the chickens were not producing, and that they had better produce soon, or they will end up in the freezer or the next pot of stew! I have kindly reminded him that he needs to talk nice to the chickens, or they won’t lay. Month after month I have listened to his daily murmuring.

One day I had this feeling that the chickens wouldn’t lay eggs until he started to pray that they would. I suggested that this would be a great teaching opportunity for the children, as well as a great exercise for himself. This was on a Tuesday, and Sieg thought that this was a silly thing to do. The children and I prayed for the chickens 4 times that day without him. The following day, just like magic, we got 3 eggs- there was visual proof, now Sieg had to start praying with us. Only 7 days later, we started getting 5 eggs a day!

Does the Lord answer our prayers?  He not only hears them, but also answers them if we will humble ourselves and exercise faith in Him. With God, all things are possible- even scrambled eggs.  🙂

“No Lovie, we don’t live on a farm.”

Although this isn’t really your typical story on faith, it is a true story that took a lot of faith and endurance that I wrote as a Children’s book. It shows that with a lot of persistence, dreams do come true!

“No Lovie, we don’t live on a farm.”

Once upon a time there was a beautiful city girl named April, who fell in love with a very handsome farm boy named Siegfried. April had always had ideas about what it was like to live in the country, and had already started making big plans about all of the animals that they could have once they were married. I do believe that Siggy had some big plans of his own- like leaving the country life, and moving to the big city where he could be liberated from the farm life and all of the required hard work.

Before they got married, they wrote many letters in which April let her true feelings be known. Soon she petitioned, “When we get married, can we have puppies?” In which Siggy would usually respond, “No puppies.” After many more letters back and forth, he finally responded in huge handwriting, “NO PUPPIES!”

When they were married for one year, April sweetly asked, “Can we have a kitten?” She was very surprised when Siggy sweetly responded, “No honey, we don’t live on a farm.” Sadly, April left it at that, and had a darling baby daughter named Morgan instead.

When they were married for 3 years and lived in a small town in Canada where there were more cows than people, April asked dearly again if they could have a puppy. Siggy responded in his usual way, “Sorry dear, no Puppies. We don’t live on a farm!”

When they were married for 5 years, April asked as sweet as honey if they could have a puppy. Siggy said, “No honey, we don’t live on a farm.” Instead, he busied himself making a pen out of wood for the new bunny hutch to house “Thumper and Daisy”. We’re getting closer thought April, so when they were married for 10 years, she happily asked if they could get a puppy. This time she was very surprised when he happily responded that he had always wanted a studly “Siberian Husky”. That was a very fine dog indeed, but it was larger than all three of their daughters and could easily eat them for breakfast, should he have a craving for blond haired little girlies! April had to make a corporate decision. She bought a “miniature American Eskimo” instead. Siggy was not very happy, but came to love the dog that their daughters affectionately named “Dolly”. (Not exactly the stud muffin of an animal that Siggy had dreamt of!)

When they were married for 15 years, April asked lovingly for chickens. She was not surprised when Siggy said, “Sorry Lovie, we don’t live on a farm.”

When they were married for 20 years, April sweetly asked for a milking goat. Once again, it was no revelation when the usual response came, “Sweetness, we don’t live on a farm”.

When they were married for 21 years, she asked kindly for honeybees. Can you guess his response? He kindly said in return, “Sorry Lovie, we don’t live on a farm”.

When they were married for 22 years and April adoringly asked for yet another animal. She knew what he would say, so she tiredly questioned, “Will you ever say yes to anything I ask?” “Sorry baby, we don’t live on a farm,” he said.

When they were married for 23 years, April asked her darling if it was time for chickens yet? He said, “We’ll talk about it in the morning.” When morning came, April excitingly asked, “now, about those darling chickies… please Lovie, with sugar on top!” “You don’t know how much work it is,” he said. “I know, but you can teach me and I would love to learn,” she said.

Siggy went off to work. April knew that she must make haste and act quickly. She loaded her 6 daughters into the car and headed to IFA and bought 6 of the cutest, fuzziest, adorable chickies that she had ever seen! “These are sure to win his heart,” she thought.

Each daughter chose a chick to be responsible for and gave them a special name. Jasmine named hers “Gertrude” and Savannah named hers “Mazy.” 3-year-old Paris, who always comes up with extra special names, named hers “Toots”. Brooklyn and Morgan got Silver Hamburg’s, so they gave theirs some good German names: “Gisela and Heidi.” (Sure to win their German fathers heart!) And finally, the Speckled Sussex had coloring that looked just like Bambi, so you guessed it, Liberty named her “Bambi”.

All day, everyone had a wonderful time playing and enjoying their new found friend. Then Daddy came home… Who do you think laid the biggest egg… the chickens, or Daddy? You are right, the very handsome farm boy who still lives in the country, who has yet another studly American Eskimo doggie named “Fuzz”, six adorable chicks, six darling and very happy daughters, and one beautiful city girl named April, who has a very big smile on her face. Once Siggy gets over the large egg he laid, they will all live happily ever after…  until next year.     The End 🙂

Postlogue

The year of 2008 was very magical! We got 11 chickens, a pregnant goat and a kitten! 2009 started with a buzz- 5 Bee hives and rabbits! Yes Lovie, we do live on a farm- and you milk the goats! 🙂 (Bless his heart!)