Visiting Teaching Handout Sept 2014

September 2014’s visiting teaching message:

The Divine Mission of Jesus Christ: Comforter

I made a small handout for the women I plan to visit.  They print as a 4×6.  The vertical one is designed to be a bookmark, just punch a hole in the marked spot, and feed a ribbon through.

Feel free to use FOR PERSONAL USE ONLY.

VTsept2014 VTsept2014bookmark

{Design elements from EMD Sunflower Designs, Karen Diamond Designs, and Harper Finch}

{for personal use only}  

{Feel free to link or print, but do not redistribute or sell}  


5 Years of Reflection

Over 4 years ago, I wrote THIS … a post about my severe postpartum depression.  It’s been 5 years today since I was hospitalized.  Today I am just grateful.

I am so grateful that my Father in Heaven saved me.  I’m grateful for a husband who listened to the spirit, and saved my life.  I’m grateful for the social worker who walked me through how my children’s life would be without me.  I’m grateful for my sister-in-law who loved me, and listened to me, and shared her PPD journey with me too.  I’m grateful for an amazing network of friends, my MOFia girls, who loved me, and kept track of me through my recovery.  I’m grateful that Heavenly Father has allowed me to live, and give a voice to those suffering through PPD.  I am so grateful for medication that help my brain work properly, and help me to live in reality, instead of fear and darkness.  I am grateful for sunshine … and bunnies.  I am grateful for my children – each one individually.  They are amazing, beautiful children, who bless my life daily.  

I am so grateful for Jesus Christ, my brother and savior, who died for me, and was resurrected, so we can all live again.  I am so grateful for the atonement – when I think of Jesus Christ in Gethsemane, and how he suffered for each of us, my heart hurts to think of MY burdens he bore for me.  The feelings of pain and sorrow, of loneliness.  I am so thankful I didn’t have to go through depression alone – I felt alone and dark, but had God not been with me, I would have literally died.  I am so grateful for life.

I know that Heavenly Father loves me.  He loves each of us, even more than we can understand.  He cries for us, smiles with us, and loves us unconditionally.  I know that Jesus Christ is our savior, that he died for our sins, so we could return to our Father in Heaven again.  I know that families can be together in the next life, sealed together for eternity.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to be with my wonderful husband forever.

PS … just another month until hubby & my 10 year anniversary!

Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam!

I just found out that I am going to continue as the Sunbeam teacher with the new little ones moving up from the nursery class. I am SO excited. My SIL (Primary Pres in her ward) said she felt so badly that they put me in Sunbeams with 3 little kids at home, but to be completely honest, I adore my calling. Oh, and Princess is going to be in my class!

The truth of the matter is, we went inactive for a while. Not on purpose … Job that made me work sundays, then bad pregnancies, Sick newborns, runny-nosed toddlers, and severe PPD. We went to curch a handful of times over a period of about 3 years … maybe a not-so-full-handful of times. When we moved into this ward, we were still pretty flighty about church. Then, the day Sophie went to nursery for the first time, I ended up with the calling to be the Sunbeam teacher.
It was the perfect calling, though I didn’t realise it at the time. I had felt out of touch with the spirit, out of touch with church doctrine, and couldn’t really find my testimony – and I was called to teach the most innocent age group about the most basic of gospel principles. I had been struggling, but this calling helped me find my testimony that had been buried far under my doubts and depression. And I had to be active in church – my Sunbeams needed me every week! I had been complicating so much of my life and feelings, and with their sweet, simplistic answers, the simplicity of the truth was able to touch my heart.

Where else would the spirit touch me so deeply when 95% of the answers I hear in response to any question is “because Jesus wuvs me!“? And where else would a picture of a temple be met with shouts of “my temple!” and the chorus of “I love to see the temple“? Where else am I assured to be adored and given 12-45 hugs in a 2 hour period? Besides … the sunbeams say the stinkin’ cutest things, and make me smile just about every minute of our class time.

Gotta love my sunbeams!


Be thou Humble, in thy weakness,
and the Lord thy God shall lead thee
Shall lead thee by the hand
And give the answer to thy prayers.

Last night I had an experience with humility, and the kindness of the gospel. I was able to feel such love and kindness, and to be the recipient of compassion. To humble one’s self to accept compassion can be so hard. Our pride gets in the way … “I can do this myself” is another way of saying “I can do this alone”. Sometimes that is perfectly fine, but for other situations, it takes a lot of humility to admit that you’re not making it alone, on your own. Is it possible that humility and pride are conflicting emotions? I believe so … letting go of our pride can be so difficult.

Anyhow, I don’t know where this post is going, I just am amazed by the love, kindness, and tenderness the Lord can have for his children, through the works of others. It reminds me to have hope towards the future.

…When I have grown a foot or two …

My little brother is now a missionary. I can’t believe my baby brother is headed to the missionary training center tomorrow! He’ll be serving in the Little Rock, AK mission. I am so proud of him – he’s the first from our family to serve, and he is such an amazing, amazing kid. I’m on the look out for a darling girl who will be ready to meet him in 2 years and a few months 🙂 He’s such an awsome kid.

It was so neat to listen to people talk about him when they met me this weekend. Everyone said what an amazing person he is, and how he is just such a good friend. Even the older people were saying that he was a good friend to them. I’ve seen him as my cute, but pesky little brother my whole life, and now I see him for what he’s grown up into (and I mean grown! He’s 6’5″ now!), and what others see in him. He’s so spiritual, tenderhearted, kind, outgowing, and thoughtful of others… everyone (the girls, the guys, the adults) all describe him as a big gentle teddy-bear. Even playing lacrosse, he’d help the opponants up if he knocked one over … play hard, but kindness always comes first to him. He’s just amazing, and I am so proud of him!

Some sentimental pictures for you!

With our lil sister, and his dog, Lady … he was 8.

Age 11

I’m biased but I think he’s one handsome Elder!
I’m so glad I was able to fly out to be with my family this weekend, see him get set apart as an elder, and help him pack. Being “home” was nice, and I was able to snuggle up with my siblings and just relax … feel like “one of the kids” who happens to be a mom, instead of “the mom”.