"No political party is justified to continue in existence unless it clearly states the principles which it advocates, the platform upon which its candidates stand, and then with integrity, when and if elected, carry out those principles and live up to that platform. Except that be the case, we as Latter-day Saints should not align ourselves to any party, because we do not have the basis upon which we can make an intelligent decision. We must know what they stand for before we can favor them with our vote. I do not ask you, my brethren and sisters, to go to the polls and just vote, important as that is; but that when you vote, you vote intelligently for those principles and those things and those men which will give to you the kind of government you want, the kind of environment that you desire for yourself and for your posterity."
-Henry D. Moyle
General Conference, April Conference 1952
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Family Home Evening - Prophets of God
This evening's lesson came from HERE.
Here is what we did:
1. We assessed understanding and discussed what we knew about Prophets of God by asking questions like:
* What is a prophet?
* What are some things that prophets do?
* Why are prophets called seers and revelators?
* What does it mean to be a "special witness?"
* How is a true prophet called?
2. We shared feelings we have about latter-day prophets.
3. Then we ended with a matching/trivia game! We divided our family into twos and each pair had a picture of all of the latter-day prophets. On a dry erase board each prophet was listed, but not in any order. Each pair was to chose a prophet picture and match it with the name. Then a trivia question was given about that prophet.
We were amazed how much we know and how much we don't know abou the remarkable lives and service of these men called of God!
Here is what we did:
1. We assessed understanding and discussed what we knew about Prophets of God by asking questions like:
* What is a prophet?
* What are some things that prophets do?
* Why are prophets called seers and revelators?
* What does it mean to be a "special witness?"
* How is a true prophet called?
2. We shared feelings we have about latter-day prophets.
3. Then we ended with a matching/trivia game! We divided our family into twos and each pair had a picture of all of the latter-day prophets. On a dry erase board each prophet was listed, but not in any order. Each pair was to chose a prophet picture and match it with the name. Then a trivia question was given about that prophet.
We were amazed how much we know and how much we don't know abou the remarkable lives and service of these men called of God!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Bare Skin
The other night our six year old son was going around offering to scratch the backs of each family member with a back scratcher our ten year old got at a school activity.
After doing a great job of scraping the skin off mine, I suggested he go ask if his Dad wanted a back scratch.
"Dad!" he exclaimed, as he dashed to find him. "Dad, can I scratch your back?"
"Sure," my husband replied.
"Well, you'll have to lift up your shirt so I can scratch it on your skin."
Knowing darn well that my husband does not particularly like scratching on skin, I was curious at what the response would be.
"Son," I heard him reply, "How about if you just scratch my back with my shirt down. I really don't like being scratched on my bare skin."
And there was a few second of silence before I heard our son respond with such awe, "Dad, I didn't know you had bear skin!"
After doing a great job of scraping the skin off mine, I suggested he go ask if his Dad wanted a back scratch.
"Dad!" he exclaimed, as he dashed to find him. "Dad, can I scratch your back?"
"Sure," my husband replied.
"Well, you'll have to lift up your shirt so I can scratch it on your skin."
Knowing darn well that my husband does not particularly like scratching on skin, I was curious at what the response would be.
"Son," I heard him reply, "How about if you just scratch my back with my shirt down. I really don't like being scratched on my bare skin."
And there was a few second of silence before I heard our son respond with such awe, "Dad, I didn't know you had bear skin!"
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Ham and Cheese Braid with Mustard Sauce
Yum! I tried this last Sunday on my family and I'm making it again today!
It's THAT good!
Begin with your favorite bread dough.
Roll dough out in a rectangle and fill the middle with dices of ham (or favorite meat) and your favorite cheese. Today we used ham with cheddar and mozzarella.
Now place it on a greased baking pan and let rise for 20-30 minutes.
Pop in a preheated 350 degree oven and let bake for 12-15 minutes. . . and while it's baking, you want to heat and mix the following ingredients together for the sauce:
1/2 cup butter
1 Tablespoon poppy seeds
1 1/2 Tablespoon yellow mustard
1 Tablespoon minced onion
1/2 teaspoon Worchestershire sauce
1 Tablespoon brown sugar
I heat this in a saucepan until nice and bubbly.
When the braid is golden brown, but not all the way ready to take out, I brush this sauce over the top of the bread and let bake for an additional 5-7 minutes. Oooh, the aroma is delish!!
TAH DAH! The finished product!! Okay, so our FULL braid wouldn't fit on the pan, so I had to cut it half. . . but it still as delicious as if it were whole.
It's THAT good!
Begin with your favorite bread dough.
Roll dough out in a rectangle and fill the middle with dices of ham (or favorite meat) and your favorite cheese. Today we used ham with cheddar and mozzarella.
Then, with a knife of pizza cutter cut the edges as shown above. Make sure you have the same number of cuts on both side. Then you begin folding, each side alternately to make a braid. Like this:
Now place it on a greased baking pan and let rise for 20-30 minutes.
Pop in a preheated 350 degree oven and let bake for 12-15 minutes. . . and while it's baking, you want to heat and mix the following ingredients together for the sauce:
1/2 cup butter
1 Tablespoon poppy seeds
1 1/2 Tablespoon yellow mustard
1 Tablespoon minced onion
1/2 teaspoon Worchestershire sauce
1 Tablespoon brown sugar
I heat this in a saucepan until nice and bubbly.
When the braid is golden brown, but not all the way ready to take out, I brush this sauce over the top of the bread and let bake for an additional 5-7 minutes. Oooh, the aroma is delish!!
TAH DAH! The finished product!! Okay, so our FULL braid wouldn't fit on the pan, so I had to cut it half. . . but it still as delicious as if it were whole.
Friday, March 2, 2012
"Here, Dad"
So the afternoon after our van accident, which we sold to the mechanic for $400 because it was now worth more dead than alive, I saw my six year old digging in his dresser drawer. He was pulling out the money he had received from his birthday last month. Two five dollar bills, along with a quarter, a nickel and two pennies.
He didn't know I was watching as he filled his little hands with his entire life savings. He quietly closed the drawer and walked happily to the room in which my husband was looking for insurance information.
"Here, Dad," he smiled, as he placed the money on the table, "Here is some money so you can buy a new van. I don't need slip on shoes as much as we need a car."
Sweet, sweet boy. No wonder the Savior invites us to become like a little child.
He didn't know I was watching as he filled his little hands with his entire life savings. He quietly closed the drawer and walked happily to the room in which my husband was looking for insurance information.
"Here, Dad," he smiled, as he placed the money on the table, "Here is some money so you can buy a new van. I don't need slip on shoes as much as we need a car."
Sweet, sweet boy. No wonder the Savior invites us to become like a little child.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Accidents Happen and So Do Angels
Yesterday morning our entire family got into an accident.
A 15-passenger van accident.
We were on our way to school. The roads were icy. It was snowing. And because of the weather, traffic was heavier than usual.
We were all listening to a podcast on the Mormon Channel. So everyone was chilling. Our six year old daughter had fallen asleep on the very back bench, next to our fourteen year old who was staring at the floor while listening. Our other children were in La La, too.
And while coming down a slight incline in the snowy, icy road I felt - ever so slight - a tug and pull from the back end.
Now I have had felt my share of tugs and pulls from this enormous van I drive religiously. One time, just a couple months ago, also while on the way to school, and also on an icy, cold day, the tug and pull was not so slight and we slid and spun 90 degrees into the oncoming lane of traffic and abruptly stopped at the curb. We were looking directly into the welcoming arms of a cement wall, blocking an oncoming lane of traffic, but amazingly we hit nothing. No one was hurt. No doubt we were protected that morning. We remembered for days the protecting hand of God.
But unlike the HUGE tugs I've experienced, yesterday morning the tug and pull was ever so slight. But when I felt it, I knew what was coming. And boy, was I glad that my husband was driving. He has a much cooler head than I when it comes to stuff like careening completely out of control with your most precious cargo in tow.
About 10 seconds after feeling the pull I heard my husband say, "Hold on!"
My gut was right. And all I could see was a boulder the size of Volkswagon refusing to move out of our way. "Phew," I remember thinking, "at least it's not oncoming traffic!" BOOM!
Within seconds, we found ourselves at one with this rock. The under carriage of our van lodged at the top of the boulder. We looked like a teeter totter, but without the movement. Parts of our van were rolling off down the road. Our daughter woke up and started crying. My husband calmly asked, "Is everyone okay? Get the kids out of the van. I'll call your dad."
And the very moment 11 pairs of feet set foot on the snow-packed ground (okay 10, because our baby doesn't walk yet), God had already sent angels.
A man came and found a place for us to be protected from the elements. A woman who appeared just seconds after the crash, graciously offered her car drove me and six of our children home. Several others who drove by stopped and asked if they could to take our children to school. And while the tow truck was trying to figure how to extract a van from a boulder, a HUGE forklift truck just happened to come by. It was the only way our van could become dislodged.
None of us were hurt. The airbags didn't go off. We didn't crash into anyone. And had we hit the boulder in any other way, we would have rolled.
No doubt that God's protecting hand was over our family.
And over all those who were His angels.
Because I believe that when accidents happen, God will send angels.
A 15-passenger van accident.
We were on our way to school. The roads were icy. It was snowing. And because of the weather, traffic was heavier than usual.
We were all listening to a podcast on the Mormon Channel. So everyone was chilling. Our six year old daughter had fallen asleep on the very back bench, next to our fourteen year old who was staring at the floor while listening. Our other children were in La La, too.
And while coming down a slight incline in the snowy, icy road I felt - ever so slight - a tug and pull from the back end.
Now I have had felt my share of tugs and pulls from this enormous van I drive religiously. One time, just a couple months ago, also while on the way to school, and also on an icy, cold day, the tug and pull was not so slight and we slid and spun 90 degrees into the oncoming lane of traffic and abruptly stopped at the curb. We were looking directly into the welcoming arms of a cement wall, blocking an oncoming lane of traffic, but amazingly we hit nothing. No one was hurt. No doubt we were protected that morning. We remembered for days the protecting hand of God.
But unlike the HUGE tugs I've experienced, yesterday morning the tug and pull was ever so slight. But when I felt it, I knew what was coming. And boy, was I glad that my husband was driving. He has a much cooler head than I when it comes to stuff like careening completely out of control with your most precious cargo in tow.
About 10 seconds after feeling the pull I heard my husband say, "Hold on!"
My gut was right. And all I could see was a boulder the size of Volkswagon refusing to move out of our way. "Phew," I remember thinking, "at least it's not oncoming traffic!" BOOM!
Within seconds, we found ourselves at one with this rock. The under carriage of our van lodged at the top of the boulder. We looked like a teeter totter, but without the movement. Parts of our van were rolling off down the road. Our daughter woke up and started crying. My husband calmly asked, "Is everyone okay? Get the kids out of the van. I'll call your dad."
And the very moment 11 pairs of feet set foot on the snow-packed ground (okay 10, because our baby doesn't walk yet), God had already sent angels.
A man came and found a place for us to be protected from the elements. A woman who appeared just seconds after the crash, graciously offered her car drove me and six of our children home. Several others who drove by stopped and asked if they could to take our children to school. And while the tow truck was trying to figure how to extract a van from a boulder, a HUGE forklift truck just happened to come by. It was the only way our van could become dislodged.
None of us were hurt. The airbags didn't go off. We didn't crash into anyone. And had we hit the boulder in any other way, we would have rolled.
No doubt that God's protecting hand was over our family.
And over all those who were His angels.
Because I believe that when accidents happen, God will send angels.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tidbit Tuesday - True Worship
"We have hundreds of thousands of youth in this heaven-blessed Church, and they must be taught the restored truth. But they must know that this truth includes virtue as well as worship and that there can be no true worship without chastity."
Mark E. Peterson
Conference Report, April 1965
Mark E. Peterson
Conference Report, April 1965
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