Christmas 2019

Christmas, 2019.

We spent an wonderful Thanksgiving with all our children and families in and out, here in Gilbert.  Heaven truly is felt when your children are together.  We played, we laughed, we ate, we shopped, we met up with cousins, and we loved.  The ones from far away are always a light.  I am so thankful for the effort each one makes to be here when they know they'll all be together.  That is a complete blessing!  Brothers and sisters have connections that no other can share.

Last Thursday night, Kate performed in a huge Christmas choir that performed at the Mesa Center of the Arts.  She looked so grown up.  I'm so glad she appreciates singing with a choir; especially at Christmas.  When the music started and those children joined together to sing as choirs of angels, the tears popped out of nowhere.  So profound!

Then (last Friday), Randy and I flew up to Orem to be with Julianne and family.  Emmie and Peter had a piano recital, Julianne had an orchestra concert, and Emmie was in a Christmas musical in the city.  The thrill it gives a couple of Grandparents to witness their own far away kids perform at Christmas!  My eyes fill with uncontrollable tears at the sound of Christmas music anyway.  But when it's your own!  Well, let's just say, I can't wait until next year.

Julianne and Brenden were so gracious, even through rushing to get kids everywhere.  They  willingly took the time to pack us all in the car and drive to Salt Lake Saturday night (amid massive traffic and crowds), to walk on the grounds of Temple Square under the breathtaking Christmas lights.  After this year, the temple will go under a reconstruction for four years, and the lights most likely won't be as wondrous.  All with happy hearts, happy kids, and even a gelato stop in the middle of 30 degree weather!  We appreciated the trip SO much!  As Randy and I get older, simple things become more meaningful.  This was a Christmas to remember.  We got home last night in time for the beautiful Christmas Devotional from SLC.

This morning, I participated in a Light the World RS group at the nursing home.  Carianne had volunteered she and I to play a duet (Jingle Bells).  We sang and shared, wearing our Christmas colors to the hilt.  A wonderful program was given in a spontaneous style, which made for sweeter.  At the end, Maddie, Lettie, and Eliza sang "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" all decked in their Santa hats.  Yay for sharing Christmas with united smiles, songs, and happiness.

Tonight I am headed to the Higley Center of Performing Arts to see Henry perform with his school.  He loves to sing, too.  Thank goodness for Christmas and the chances to Falalalala!  And for children.  And for grandchildren.

It's only December 9.  I have enough Christmas in me to carry me through.
Our children will be spread apart for Christmas day.  That's OK.  We do see them a lot, which we are extremely thankful for.  We'll be fine, especially with memories implanted so far.

I'll be busy wrapping and taping myself with their joyful gifts of music, especially the carols proclaiming His Holy birth.  And drying my eyes when I think of their sweet angelic voices.

"Mom" Clawson

Tonight at 8:10 sweet Grandma Clawson passed away peacefully. 
This morning, hospice was scheduled to come by Jean's.  The family was anxious, knowing Grandma had become weaker and weaker in recent days.  Did we still have hope?
Randy received a phone call from Jean this morning after hospice left.  She was calling all the siblings.  Our hope was running out.  Her 94 years on this earth was close to an end.
Randy tearfully packed a bag and headed off to Safford, connecting with one last brother, Allen.

The day has been heartfelt.  I'm sure anyone close to her clung to the thought of eternal life.  It takes a time like this to ponder blessings we have all received from knowing and loving her. 

I for one have pondered today about memories of her I was privileged to have from age 26.  Randy came along about then, and I was so pleased to meet his loving mother.  He was going to ASU, but his home was in Safford.  It was a beautiful home, lovingly decorated and designed by Olive.  She had an eye for comfort, great taste, and pink.  Their home had been selected to show as a Christmas House for a charity the year before we were married.  It was the first time I had been there.  It was a Christmas fairyland, and she was tickled pink.  Olive was offered any item to keep as gesture of thanks for the use of their home.  She chose a beautiful pink satin bedspread that had made a statement on their king size bed.  It remains on their bed tonight as I reminisce.

I will always be so thankful for the fast friendship Olive and CB were to my parents.  I was the first to marry in my family, but there was instant friendship and love between them that made for a lot of harmony on both their parts. We took some fun family trips together with both our parents.  And each set of parents was always interested in how the other set was doing.  They considered each other valued friends.

There was never a Thanksgiving, or family gathering that didn't include a kitchen full of lovingly prepared food.  And oh, the heavenly smell.  Big dinners rarely catered to only their children or grandchildren.  So many meals we gathered together with strangers some of us had never met.  A home teacher, a new friend, a long lost cousin, someone in the ward without family to share with. 

I love Randy, and because I do I have always called Olive, "Mom".  I love her dearly, too.  She has shown such interest in me and our little family.  I could never walk into her home without her standing to greet me the minute she saw me.  I always felt a part. 

She had a thing for being cheerful.  She would remind us how important it was to be cheerful.  She was. 

And when we were ready to leave, she would stand again and walk us out to the car, never letting us leave without a big hug and a look of love in her eyes.

I will continue to reflect on her goodness for years to come.  But the last time I saw her was a little over a week ago.  Carianne, Vita, and all their children drove with Randy and I to Safford to visit Grandma C.  It was important to them, which I am so grateful for.  We hovered around her in the hospital bed we weren't used to.  It was placed right in front of the window of Jeans back door.  So she could see the sun and the sky she loved.  And so she could greet loved ones like us with a huge smile and a listening ear.  Her arms reached out to hug each of us with love.  It didn't matter if some of us were unfamiliar, she knew we loved her and more than that, we knew she loved us.  We laughed and talked and showed off our dolls and treasures and if we had stayed, she still would have soaked in our stories.  As we walked out the door, with waves of love, I will always remember not wanting to look away.  The smile on her face was as bright as it ever was.  And she waved until I thought her arm would ache.  I'll never forget leaving and witnessing such a sweet farewell.

I know there is a heaven where we can be together again eternally.  I know that she was greeted in a grand reunion tonight by her loving husband, CB.  And her two beautiful small children who have missed her until now, and she them.  Her parents and many others that have been cheerleading for her for a long time.  She lived a full and grateful life.  Always prayerful and obedient.  She will gain a beautiful reward.  I will miss her influence, hugs, and cheerfulness.  But I know she is in a beautiful place, with people that have saved a seat for her.  She is happy.  And like the Primary song sings, "You've served me well, my little child.  Come into my arms to stay."

A quote from our DUP meeting last Monday:

In so much as there is hardness

put it away

for it is like a seed which,

 if it be cultivated grows To maturity,

 and when it brings forth fruit

 it brings forth hardness and tyranny. 

We should Always endeavor

to plant peace and kindness.

 

Heber C. Kimball

 

 

 

Yesterday was a good day.  We attended a funeral of a giant of a man we knew from Corona 2nd ward.  Steve Lepetich was honored thoughtfully by each of his children.  Their children all went to school with our children.  He was a practicing OBGYN in Tempe and Gilbert who had delivered over 18,000 babies, much to the joy of that many mothers, fathers, grandparents brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles.  For 34 years, his tender care was profoundly felt as each child, to him, came straight from God.  He knew he was working on earth to deliver heaven sent babies, and everyone in the delivery room felt it.  Many of his writings were shared, something that was new to a neighbor or coworker, but all too familiar to his children.  He influenced so many people in the church and out.  The Stake center was filled to capacity.  He was one year younger than Randy and I.  Two weeks ago, suddenly he had a heart attack and passed away.  You would think a tragedy like this would affect his own dear family, but the shock rippled on to friends, mothers to be, church and work associates, etc.  After learning more about him yesterday, it was clear that he was always anxiously engaged in good things (family, love of God, nature, life).  He didn't waste time.  The program was touching, as it showed photos of so much and so many he loved.  The back cover was what impressed me the most.  There was a perfectly placed family photo of he and his wife (Shelley), sitting with his 94 year old mother in between them in the front.  Behind them stood each of their married children and all of  their 14 grandchildren.  The photo had been taken last December, just two months ago. 

It's times like this when I realize life is short.  There is nothing like a real tragedy to overshadow some minor drama (blown way out of proportion) that reminds you what is really important in life.  People, especially the ones you promised to love and cherish for eternity are the prime importance , no matter what.  The smiles, the forgiveness, the serving, the love beyond measure because no one can take their place, the golden rule, the friendship, the peace, the catching when one of you falls, the not giving up on eternal things...It's times like this when life seems so short. 

Also, on the back of the cover, was a poem he penned.
 "Reflections in windows reflecting our lives.
So why don't people try to open their eyes.
 Look for the beauty in each tiny while.
 And answer that window with a true friendly smile."

Life's minor hurdles don't matter.  Our loved ones do.

I am soft to these inspirations at this point in my life.  Each one of our children, I love so dearly.  And now there are sons and daughter in laws who love those same children fiercely, which brings me peace.  And don't get me started on our precious grandchildren.  I'm thankful for reflections.  I'm thankful for my countless blessings.  I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for eternal life.  I'm thankful.

Activity Day - February 6, 2019

Jesus stood tall Because He was prepared To withstand the temptations, So hollow. We, too can stand strong As we stuff our souls full Of the teachings He wants us to follow. We had 8 girls here. I made manicotti ahead. We talked about hollow things, comparing them to Satan and his "hollow" temptations that Christ was able to overcome because of His strength in being prepared from a young boy, through Heavenly Father's plan. A big manicotti noodle was shown as a visual aid to encourage the girls not to be like that (Satan). Then I served the warm manicotti and compared the stuffing inside (cheeses, spinach, onions, sauce, etc.) to the Savior's strength. We talked about how we can build our souls with "stuffing" in our day (scripture study, service, kindness, commandments, etc.),so we are padded with strength to be like Him. Each girl ate every bit except one, who was leery of the tiny spinach pieces. Then we played pick up straws (hollow) around the table. I sent them home with a manicotti recipe and this poem I wrote. For a treat, I cut into a hollow chocolate apple to seal the point. It was depressing. But I cut it into 8 sizable pieces; no caramel, no nuts, no peanut butter, no truffle, etc.... Don't be a manicotti!

Elliot Ward talk (January 27, 2019)

Randy said I could introduce us if I wanted.  But introductions always sound better coming from twenty or thirty something year olds.  You wouldn’t want to hear about our meeting at the ASU institute choir back in the day, would you?  And you wouldn’t want to know Randy was born and raised in Safford with 10 siblings, while I grew up in Scottsdale Stake, having 3 younger brothers would you?  Or that we just moved here in October after spending 30 years in Tempe South Stake, or that  Randy retired from APS in December after 35 years, or that he just gave up his little green- no air-part of the family-Toyota truck with 242,000 miles, would you?

Speaking of family, we do have 4 wonderful married children and 11 gifted grandchildren.  Through the years we spent many a family gathering at my parents home here on east Vaughn, where we heard most of your names and a lot of your stories in praise.  In fact, we couldn’t get a word in edgewise if we wanted.  We are delighted now to put your faces to those names.  And to hopefully serve you as you so lovingly served them.

The topic given to us today is Hope and Change through Faith and the Atonement:

About a month ago in Relief Society we had a lesson about what can bring the light of Christ into your life.  A lot of times, my peace and light is found in the Hymns.  So here are a few beautiful lyrics about Hope.  Maybe you can recall the hymn:

I hope they call me on a mission -I hope by then I will be ready -I hope that I can share the Gospel

Oh, Hope of every contrite heart

More Hope in His word

And I Hope by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home

And filled with Hope in His pure love, we sing with one accord

We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things

There is Hope smiling brightly before us

With Hopes bright flame alight in heart and mind

Thy Hope, thy confidence let nothing shake

Loud may the sound of Hope ring ‘til all doubt departs

A thrill of Hope, the weary world rejoices

In a talk given by Steven E. Snow in the April 2011 General Conference, he says” Hope is an emotion which brings richness to our everyday lives.  It is defined as “the feeling that … events will turn out for the best”.  When we exercise hope, we “look forward … with desire and reasonable confidence”.  Hope brings a certain calming influence to our lives as we confidently look forward to future events.

I thought about our new “Choose the Right” cirriculem when  Elder Snow said, “As parents (and Grandparents or loved ones), we find our fondest hopes center around our children.  We hope they will grow up to lead responsible and righteous lives.  Our being a good example is a key.  We must spend time with them in family home evening and worthwhile family activities.  We must teach them to pray.  We must read with them in the scriptures and teach them important gospel principles.  Only then is it possible our fondest hopes will be realized.”  The Family Proclamation is great encouragement for us also.  At our house we have a shelf of children’s books.  Disney stories are what the Grandchildren like to hear most.  But just as they know every small detail about Disney, they could also recall every detail in a scripture story. 

The Apostle Paul wrote that we “should plow in Hope” (1 Corinthians 9:10).  The exercise of hope enriches our lives and helps us look forward to the future.  Whether we are plowing fields to plant or plowing through life, it is imperative we, as Latter Day Saints, have hope.

In the gospel of Jesus Christ, hope is the desire of His followers (us) to gain eternal salvation through the Atonement of the Savior.

This is truly the hope we must all have.  It is what sets us apart from the rest of the world.  Peter admonished the early followers of Christ to “be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the Hope that is in you”(1Peter 3:15).  Be ready. 

I had a profound experience I will always remember when I was set apart a few months ago to serve with the Activity Day girls.  The Bishop set me apart.  But those weren’t the only words he used.  He set me apart from the world.  Before then I hadn’t thought about how perfect being set apart from the world was.  That means that the girls I serve, if I am worthy, can learn to recognize the wonderful eternal blessings and Love our Savior has for them through the Atonement.  That, in turn, sets them apart from the world.  I’m sure a lot of you have received the same blessing.

Our hope in the Atonement empowers us with eternal perspective.  That allows us to look beyond the here and now on into the promise of the eternities.   Where we are free to look forward to celestial glory, sealed to our families and loved ones.

My own mother taught me about hope.  Ten or so years ago, she and I stood in an elevator, ready to visit my Dad in the hospital after having quadruple bypass surgery.  As we pushed the level 4 button to ride up, Mom said, “Let’s have a prayer.”  Before I could reasonably explain that the door would surely open before we were through, I could see her eyes had closed and I heard her voice in quiet prayer, pleading, thanking, and empowering us with a kind of spiritual, hopefilled clothing to face the day.  When the doors opened, a few seconds later, there we stood facing incoming elevator riders; looking quite normal.  But they had no idea the spiritual dressing room they were entering, as we peacefully walked out adorned in our higher hopes. 

President Uchtdorff taught, “Hope is one leg of a three legged stool, together with faith and charity.  These three stabilize our lives.

From the last chapter in the Book of Mormon, Moroni wrote:  “Wherefore, there must be faith; and if there must be faith there must also be hope; and if there must be hope there must be charity.”

President Nelson has taught that faith is rooted in Jesus Christ.  Hope centers in the Atonement.  Charity is manifest in the pure love of Christ’.  These three attributes are intertwined like strands in a cable.  Together they become our tether to the Celestial Kingdom.”

In closing, I love this story about Mary Murray Murdock, who joined the church in Scotland as a widow of 67 years old.  She was a small 4’7” tall and barely 90 lbs.  She had 8 children.  Because of her size, her children and grandchildren affectionately called her “Wee Granny”. 

Her son John Murdoch, and his wife joined the church in 1852 and left for Utah with their two small children.  In spite of his family’s own hardships, four years later John sent his mother the necessary funds so she might join the family in Salt Lake City.  With hope much greater than her small size, Mary began the arduous journey west to Utah at age 73.

After a safe passage across the Atlantic, she ultimately joined the ill fated Martin handcart company.  On July 28 these handcart pioneers began the journey west.  The suffering of this company is well known.  Of the 576 members of the party almost one fourth died before they reached Utah.  More would have perished if not for Brigham Young who sent wagons and supplies to find the stranded snowbound Saints.

Mary Murdoch died October 2, 1856, near Chimney Rock, Nebraska.  Here she succumbed to fatigue, exposure, and the hardships of the journey.  Her frail body simply gave out under the physical hardships the Saints encountered.  As she lay, clinging to life, her thoughts were of her family in Utah.  The last words of this faithful pioneer woman were, “Tell John I died with my face toward Zion.”

Mary Murray Murdoch exemplifies the hope and faith of so many of the early pioneers who made the courageous journey west.  Elder Snow says, “The spiritual journeys of today require no less hope or faith than those of the early pioneers.  Our challenges may be different, but the struggles are just as great.

When Nephi prophesied of Jesus Christ at the closing of his record, he wrote, “Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men” (2Nephi 31:20).

This perfect brightness of hope is the hope in the Atonement, eternal salvation made possible by the sacrifice of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  This hope has led men and women through the ages to do remarkable things.  Apostles of old roamed the earth and testified of Him and ultimately gave their lives in His service. 

As we strive to better ourselves and our families with new beginnings this year, I hope we can be steadfast in Christ; with this perfect brightness of hope in the Atonement.  And that we can be ready to answer with conviction, our testimonies.   I love this gospel!  I know Joseph Smith was lead by unwavering faith and hope.  I know the Book of Mormon is the word of God.  I know that President Nelson is our prophet on the earth to receive heavenly guidance for us.   I know that Jesus agreed, with Heavenly Father, to suffer for us every pain we could imagine.  He died for us.  And then he rose again, to show us that we can live with Him and our dear loved ones eternally.  In the name of Jesus Christ.  Amen.