Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I Want a Miracle


Mom (to the boys): "I want a miracle. Someday, I want to come into your room and find no clothing on the floor. Can you give me this miracle?"


Klark: "Mom, if we give you that miracle, will you give us a super-duper nerf blaster gun? A miracle is worth at least that much."
p.s. all these clothes were deposited on the floor in a single day!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

It's Halloween

Jones, Annie with her "broken necklace", a China doll and the inspector.
The Inspector




Indiana Jones
and very serious Jones, indeed.









Annie
"The sun will come out tomorrow..."



Violet, your turning violet, Violet.
(Reality: she colored her hands purple with a marker, cried when I took the marker away, and purple-markered hands mixed with tears equals a purple face.)

Gone Fishin'


Flush the Toilet

The children got out of the most necessary habit of flushing the toilet. I could not not fight this battle and the rule was set - 10 minutes of wall washing for every unflushed toilet I came across, the minutes to be redeemed every Saturday morning. This weeks total: 50 minutes.

Salsa


Snow!







Wonders





































School Ready

First day of 2nd grade



First day of Kindergarten (I sure miss him)

Thank you, Grandma, for a Cookies & Milk and Yellow Balloon party! Lanse has started kindergarten and is loving it. Already his new notebook is filled with monsters, superheros, ocean creatures and words.




We Love Our Visitors








Janene paints fingernails, fixes hair and is loved by everybody. I am so glad Janene and her darling family could visit Idaho.


Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Rooster

What does a worn out mother do when she needs something…well, different. I wasn’t after anything exciting, new, or worth mentioning. Suppose I bought myself a hunk of fudge from the charming and quaint candy store, Daisy’s, I think it is called, where for 10 cents you can buy the broken candy sticks or for 50 cents you can choose from an endless array of colors, flavors, and designs. They make their own chocolate and two small tables with red and white checkered tablecloths, wire-back chairs, and vases of the most friendliest of flowers, daisy’s no less, invite you to a homemade bowl of soup – it’s what’s always on the menu.

Inherently, there are always books to be browsed, my favorite being a tired little place called the Bookworm which sells and trades used paperbacks for half the cover price. It is in this Bookworm, last row, bottom two shelves where I found Bobbsy Twins, a wonderful book about bones and Molly Moon’s Incredible Book of Hypnotism.

Window shopping, is that an outing? Suppose it is Fall and school supplies are on sale. There is nothing like new, clean Crayola markers still in a box with matching lids and everyone knows the copper, yellow, and flesh colored markers are the first to run out of color while pink and red are not far behind if you have a Genna Della living at your house. Strange, since it is always the greens and blues that decorate the walls and furniture here. Glue goes fast when you need an entire cup for one serving of Halloween slime and clean erasers work better than dirty ones. Surely, I am not alone in my love for the idea of a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils.

Ah, but you see, it was 11:00 p.m. as I exited Winco grocery store. Daisy’s, the Bookworm, and even Target would not be open to me at this late hour, yet, still I itched for somewhere to go, someone to be, or something to do. I had quick visions of tomorrow – of being tired, and knew my best decision would be to drive slowly home, meanwhile enjoying the serenity of grocery shopping after the children had been tucked in bed. I pushed the cart with the food properly bagged – the eggs whole, the bread shaped like a loaf, the hotdog packages without teethmarks, the popsicles still cold, and all the different kinds of fruit each unbruised and in it’s own bag - towards the door and that is where I saw…the claw, the machine that takes your coins and gives you nothing in return. Not only have I never played the game before, I have never been tempted to. I have no interest in arcades and quarter machines and most often do not even recognize their existence. Somehow motherhood has a way to make unfunny things funny, gigantic messes trivial, days seem longer yet without enough hours in them, and the claw noticeable. I put in my .50 cents, glad to have two quarters I could flush down the toilet, and hoped no one would pass me, familiar or unfamiliar. I was hasty. I was playing the claw game without the excuse of children at my side and I was still unsure if I wanted to play. The ending to this story is a good one. I won a rooster, an ugly little red and pink cock-a-doodle-doo rooster, but that is not the good part. I laughed at myself. I snatched my prize and dashed to my not-so-white minivan, loaded the groceries amongst scattered popcorn left over from last weekend’s outing at the drive-in and smiled the whole time I did it. I laughed at me part of the way home. I had played the claw all alone at 11:00 p.m. at Winco’s grocery store and won a rooster.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Happiness, Your Heritage


by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf,
Second Counselor in the First Presidency

I’m sure it comes as no surprise, but the differences between men and women can often be quite striking—physically and mentally, as well as emotionally. One of the best ways I can think of to illustrate this is in the way my wife and I cook a meal.

When Harriet prepares a meal, it’s a masterpiece. Her cuisine is as wide-ranging as the world, and she frequently prepares dishes from countries we have visited. The presentation of the food is awe inspiring. In fact, it often looks so beautiful that it seems a crime to eat it. It’s as much a feast for the eyes as it is for the sense of taste.

But sure enough, no matter how perfect everything is, looks, and tastes, Harriet will apologize for something she thinks is imperfect. “I’m afraid I used a touch too much ginger,” she will say, or, “Next time, I think it would be better if I used a little more curry and one additional bay leaf.”

Let me contrast that with the way I cook. For the purpose of this talk, I asked Harriet to tell me what I cook best. Her answer: fried eggs. Sunny-side up.

But that isn’t all. I have a specialty dish called Knusperchen. The name may sound like a delicacy you might find at an exclusive restaurant. Let me share with you how to make it. You cut French bread into small slices and toast them twice. That is the recipe!

So, between fried eggs, even when they are greasy, and Knusperchen, even when they are burned, when I cook, I feel pretty heroic. Perhaps this contrast between my wife and me is a slight exaggeration, but it illustrates something that may extend beyond preparing meals.

To me it appears that our splendid sisters sometimes undervalue their abilities—they focus on what is lacking or imperfect rather than what has been accomplished and who they really are.
Perhaps you recognize this trait in someone you know really well.

The good news is that this also points to an admirable quality: the innate desire to please the Lord to the best of your ability. Unfortunately, it can also lead to frustration, exhaustion, and unhappiness.


To All Who Are Weary
Today I would like to speak to those who have ever felt inadequate, discouraged, or weary—in short, I would like to speak to all of us. I also pray that the Holy Ghost will amplify my words and bestow upon them additional meaning, insight, and inspiration.

We know that sometimes it can be difficult to keep our heads above water. In fact, in our world of change, challenges, and checklists, sometimes it can seem nearly impossible to avoid feeling overwhelmed by emotions of suffering and sorrow. I am not suggesting that we can simply flip a switch and stop the negative feelings that distress us. This isn’t a pep talk or an attempt to encourage those sinking in quicksand to imagine instead they are relaxing on a beach. I recognize that in all of our lives there are real concerns. I know there are hearts here today that harbor deep sorrows. Others wrestle with fears that trouble the soul. For some, loneliness is their secret trial. These things are not insignificant.

However, I would like to speak about two principles that may help you find a path to peace, hope, and joy—even during times of trial and distress. I want to speak about God’s happiness and how each one of us can taste of it in spite of the burdens that beset us.


God’s Happiness
Let me first pose a question: What do you suppose is the greatest kind of happiness possible? For me, the answer to this question is, God’s happiness. This leads to another question: What is our Heavenly Father’s happiness? This may be impossible to answer because His ways are not our ways. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are [God’s] ways higher than [our] ways, and [His] thoughts [higher] than [our] thoughts.”1

Though we cannot understand “the meaning of all things,” we do “know that [God] loveth his children”2 because He has said, “Behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.”3

Heavenly Father is able to accomplish these two great goals—the immortality and eternal life of man—because He is a God of creation and compassion. Creating and being compassionate are two objectives that contribute to our Heavenly Father’s perfect happiness. Creating and being compassionate are two activities that we as His spirit children can and should emulate.


The Work of Creation

The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before. Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty. Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty—and I am not talking about the process of cleaning the rooms of your teenage children.

You might say, “I’m not the creative type. When I sing, I’m always half a tone above or below the note. I cannot draw a line without a ruler. And the only practical use for my homemade bread is as a paperweight or as a doorstop.” If that is how you feel, think again, and remember that you are spirit daughters of the most creative Being in the universe. Isn’t it remarkable to think that your very spirits are fashioned by an endlessly creative and eternally compassionate God? Think about it—your spirit body is a masterpiece, created with a beauty, function, and capacity beyond imagination. But to what end were we created? We were created with the express purpose and potential of experiencing a fulness of joy.4 Our birthright—and the purpose of our great voyage on this earth—is to seek and experience eternal happiness. One of the ways we find this is by creating things.

If you are a mother, you participate with God in His work of creation—not only by providing physical bodies for your children but also by teaching and nurturing them. If you are not a mother now, the creative talents you develop will prepare you for that day, in this life or the next.

You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us.5 The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter. What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside. If you still feel incapable of creating, start small. Try to see how many smiles you can create, write a letter of appreciation, learn a new skill, identify a space and beautify it.

Nearly a century and a half ago, President Brigham Young spoke to the Saints of his day. “There is a great work for the Saints to do,” he said. “Progress, and improve upon and make beautiful everything around you. Cultivate the earth, and cultivate your minds. Build cities, adorn your habitations, make gardens, orchards, and vineyards, and render the earth so pleasant that when you look upon your labors you may do so with pleasure, and that angels may delight to come and visit your beautiful locations. In the mean time continually seek to adorn your minds with all the graces of the Spirit of Christ.”6

The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create. That is your opportunity in this life and your destiny in the life to come. Sisters, trust and rely on the Spirit. As you take the normal opportunities of your daily life and create something of beauty and helpfulness, you improve not only the world around you but also the world within you.


Being Compassionate




Being compassionate is another great work of our Heavenly Father and a fundamental characteristic of who we are as a people. We are commanded to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.”7 Disciples of Christ throughout all ages of the world have been distinguished by their compassion. Those who follow the Savior “mourn with those that mourn … and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.”8

When we reach out to bless the lives of others, our lives are blessed as well. Service and sacrifice open the windows of heaven, allowing choice blessings to descend upon us. Surely our beloved Heavenly Father smiles upon those who care for the least of His children. As we lift others, we rise a little higher ourselves. President Spencer W. Kimball taught, “The more we serve our fellowmen in appropriate ways, the more substance there is to our souls.”9

President Gordon B. Hinckley believed in the healing power of ser-vice. After the death of his wife, he provided a great example to the Church in the way he immersed himself in work and in serving others. It is told that President Hinckley remarked to one woman who had recently lost her husband, “Work will cure your grief. Serve others.”

These are profound words. As we lose ourselves in the service of others, we discover our own lives and our own happiness.

President Lorenzo Snow expressed a similar thought: “When you find yourselves a little gloomy, look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight than yourself; go to him and find out what the trouble is, then try to remove it with the wisdom which the Lord bestows upon you; and the first thing you know, your gloom is gone, you feel light, the Spirit of the Lord is upon you, and everything seems illuminated.”10

In today’s world of pop psychology, junk TV, and feel-good self-help manuals, this advice may seem counterintuitive. We are sometimes told that the answer to our ills is to look inward, to indulge ourselves, to spend first and pay later, and to satisfy our own desires even at the expense of those around us. While there are times when it is prudent to look first to our own needs, in the long run it doesn’t lead to lasting happiness.


An Instrument in the Hands of the Lord

I believe that the women of the Church, regardless of age or family status, understand and apply best the words of James Barrie, the author of Peter Pan: “Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.”11 Often I have witnessed quiet acts of kindness and compassion by noble women who extended themselves in unselfish charity. My heart swells when I hear stories of the sisters of the Church and how they rush to the aid of those in need.
There are those in the Church—both men and women—who wonder how they can contribute to the kingdom. Sometimes women who are single, divorced, or widowed wonder if there is a place for them. Every sister in the Church is of critical importance—not only to our Heavenly Father but also to the building of the kingdom of God as well. There is a great work to do.

One year ago in this meeting, President Monson taught that “you are … surrounded by opportunities for service. … Often small acts of service are all that is required to lift and bless another.”12 Look around you. There at sacrament meeting is a young mother with several children—offer to sit with her and help. There in your neighborhood is a young man who seems discouraged—tell him you enjoy being in his presence, that you feel his goodness. True words of encouragement require only a loving and caring heart but may have an eternal impact on the life of those around you.

You wonderful sisters render compassionate service to others for reasons that supersede desires for personal benefits. In this you emulate the Savior, who, though a king, did not seek position, nor was He concerned about whether others noticed Him. He did not bother to compete with others. His thoughts were always tuned to help others. He taught, healed, conversed, and listened to others. He knew that greatness had little to do with outward signs of prosperity or position. He taught and lived by this doctrine: “He that is greatest among you shall be your servant.”13

In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance. Let us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us, and let us be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers.

My dear sisters, I have a simple faith. I believe that as you are faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God, as you draw closer to Him in faith, hope, and charity, things will work together for your good.14 I believe that as you immerse yourselves in the work of our Father—as you create beauty and as you are compassionate to others—God will encircle you in the arms of His love.15 Discouragement, inadequacy, and weariness will give way to a life of meaning, grace, and fulfillment.

As spirit daughters of our Heavenly Father, happiness is your heritage. You are choice daughters of our Heavenly Father, and through the things you create and by your compassionate service, you are a great power for good. You will make the world a better place. Lift up your chin; walk tall. God loves you. We love and admire you. Of this I testify, and leave you my blessing as an Apostle of the Lord, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Persevering


The warmth and calmness of the perfect morning did not capture in me the peace it usually does. Instead it inspired my children to dispense of their church clothes so they might scurry through the child-handled sprinklers in the few remaining minutes before it was time to go to church. Children don’t sleep in as they ought on a Sunday morning and I even overheard Klark tell Lanse to “wait and do it when dad leaves for his meetings.” Do what, you might ask? Sword fight with straws, naturally. Saturday is rightfully a day to get ready for Sunday but the work load is overwhelming and there is far too much of it to ever be ready for a Sunday. I need a week of Saturdays each week. My children expect cold cereal on Sunday mornings (oatmeal on a most regular basis makes the cold cereal ever so desirable), even on those mornings when there is not any available. Hence, the tantrums began early. Music, a word always said when pondering what could be done to adequately slow down the pace of the day, motivate good will towards men – including siblings, and encourage uplifting thoughts. Ah, but all our players are broken (why does nothing last anymore) and we don’t even have white flour necessary to make the pie crust for the promised pie for Sunday dessert. I look around me and can only see the undone work. Spring is motivating and able to free the spirit from depressing notions, yet, it doubles the work area and load. Perhaps triples. My thoughts at 11:00 am on this striking Sunday morning included, how does a parent quit when they just don’t want to do it anymore, when the work is unusually unappealing and the task at hand tiresome and overwhelming? After pondering this train of thought for a moment, I still don’t have ideas.


Our family walked though the chapel doors as 12:28 pm, not altogether, mind you, because one child was thirsty and another child was sulking because he couldn’t find his scriptures. Church begins at 12:30 regularly but this day it began at approximately 12:27 pm and we walked in to Chad’s impressive voice conducting the meeting. The overflow to our chapel is unnecessary and if you don’t want front row seats it is best to arrive early. I spotted a bench behind the deacons and aimed for it. We found scriptures on the bench. We moved and found more scriptures on the bench. We sat on the very front row. There were no scriptures on this bench but plenty of room for Della to spread out her crayons and coloring books, dance, and make quick visits to say “hi” to dad. I doubt I need to give a full account of the meetings progression but I will say that we were a fine example of irreverence, material for the Sunday School teacher who was seated on the stand in the choir and giving a lesson on reverence this day.


We were blessed to have presiding in our meetings this day, our stake president and Elder and Sister Row of the seventy, the concluding speaker being Elder Row. In his remarks he said something about Sister Larsen ‘keeping busy’ while her husband ‘relaxed on the stand.’ I shun to think of the production he witnessed – the circus we ran two feet in front of him as he prepared to present his gospel message. He also said, “Sister Larsen, persevere.” He told me to persevere.


I had pondered the idea of quitting motherhood only a few hours prior to the meeting. How more direct could the messager be? He called me by name and told me to persevere. How does one persevere? I looked up the word. It is a verb, it requires action. It means to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly. To bolster, sustain, or uphold. It is a new favorite word of mine. I must persist in the things I undertook, motherhood; I must maintain a purpose, the purpose of rearing a family in righteousness, in spite of difficulty including disobedient children, obstacles including broken CD players and no white flour; or discouragement including overwhelming work loads. I must bolster and strengthen the people in my life; sustain and carry on; and uphold, support and defend against criticism. That is how I must persevere. I think the Lord’s word would be “endure.” I must endure to the end. Thank you, Elder Row. I will do better.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

The Miracle of Growing

Here is the pumpkin seed Genna planted in nursery. She has a marvelous teacher and she took very good care of her plant watering it with an eyedropper several times a day. The day she discovered a sprout received as much an exclamation as did Christmas morning.
Various tomato plants growing in our windowsill. Our neighbors insist we planted them much too early. Perhaps. But we sure have enjoyed watching them unfold.

Our first crocus bulb coming to life. I have never had flowers before (I traded them for bi daily visits from our deer friends). I miss the deer but I am thrilled with our crocus flowers.


My strawberry planter with Rosemary, Oregano, and Parsley. There is a fourth planter in the back waiting for me to plant Cilantro (Lowe's didn't have Cilantro seeds presently for reason unbeknownst to me).


This picture does not show off what I intended it to. I have five windows in this kitchen, each full of something growing. What a wonderful effect it has on us all. Watching seeds come up creates in me a feeling of overwhelming gratitude. These plants helps me have a prayer in my heart always, at least more often.




Celebrating April Fool's Day




And because it is April Fool's day, grand holiday that it is, breakfast was once again prepared by my young and ever so celebratory boys. Yogurt and Cinnamon toast is on the menu this morning. Five grain homemade bread is difficult to cut so the thickest slice measured 2 5/8 inches thick (we measure with a tape measure) and dad got his orange juice, thank goodness. The boys were awake at 5:02 am. Klark is really good at reading a clock. He claims he was never able to go back to sleep although he made it back to bed at precisely 5:54am. It takes time to make such a delicate breakfast. I realize I need to have more friendly ingredients (the boys get creative)around the house on Holidays or I need to teach my children how to make oatmeal. I will be prepared for Good Friday with family friendly cold cereal and milk.


April Fool's Day also appears to be a day when lying is okay, you just have to say April Fool's right away. Klark, particular and honest boy that he is, cannot stand for untruth to be thought actual for any amount of time and produces his, "April Fool" shout in the same breath as his lie. But, oh, how funny he thinks he is. At our house we heard jokes such as, "Della, there is a pumpkin growing on your plant, April fools." "Dad, your tongue is purple, Alpril Fools." "Look, the trees outside all fell down, April fools." "Mom, there is a cat in the house, April fools." And my favorite, "Look mom, I put tape over the switch in the fridge so you would think the lightbulb burned out in the fridge. April fools."

Celebrating St. Patrick's Day



I would venture to say that on March 17 there was a lot of green pancakes, green milk, and green eggs. I suppose leprechaun traps were set and although gold and glitter was left behind, no leprechaun was caught. People all over were probably wearing green shamrocks and green clothing, hidden in order to deceive the pincher or for those unwilling to risk the pinch even for a return pinch times 10, green, in any shade, was the prominent color of clothing. Let me tell you how St. Patrick's Day was celebrated at our house.

At precisely 4:07 am, two young boys ages 6 and 5 ventured to the kitchen to make breakfast (it was a holiday after all) and breakfast they made. Cold cereal was on the agenda and the only kind in the house was mommy's health cereal, Go Lean. That will work. And dad loves orange juice and Klark knows how to make that. They were prepared with pictures designed in secret the day before to put with each place setting. Dear, oh dear, there is no milk. No problem, cottage cheese will work. If only there was yogurt because smiley faces made on a plate with yogurt is a favorite around here (and so festive!). The do-gooders made it back to bed at exactly 4:48 am. The mom listened unbeknown and this is what she heard: "They will be so surprised when they don't have to make breakfast for themselves. St. Patrick's day will probably be there favorite holiday from now on," said Klark the mastermind behind the plan.

"Yeah," says Lanse, "But I wish we had milk for the cereal instead of cottage cheese."


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Dad Coming Through on His Threat


Yes, that is dad with a bar of soap and Lanse is the apprentice plugging the nose and holding the chin. You probably want to know what it was Klark said to deserve soap in the mouth. My regret is that the soap must not have tasted soapy enough because he has said it again since.