Day of Contrasts

A couple of weeks ago, we went to a funeral for a family member in Archer, ID. Jamie was a vibrant, hard working young man who worked in construction for a steel company. He feel 27 feet to his death and left behind a young family and many friends. That's the sad part.

Jamie donated three of his organs so that someone else might live or have a better quality of life. Even though the funeral was sad, Jamie left a good legacy.

After the funeral, we went to visit our grandkids who live in Archer. I think they were getting ready to "go into town" as they say on the farm, but the patiently delayed their trip to visit with us. It was a happy visit. We met Otter, Cody's new puppy. The kids talked to us aout their latest adventure in trapping and were all smiles. While visiting, Shelly rocked Otter to sleep. What a total mother she is!!!

On the way home, I thought, what a contrast we've had today. We started our day with sadness, but went to total happiness within just a few minutes. That house radiates sunshine and it warmed us, in spite of the snow and cold, for the rest of the day.

Disappointment

Ray and Nell, my oldest brother and his wife, were supposed to come to Idaho tomorrow. He called last Friday to say they couldn't come because Nell has a job and starts work today.

We were so excited about their coming to visit. We had planned to go to Jackson for a hay ride through the Elk Refuge and then to Ashton to the dog sled races. We had rearranged our teaching schedule to reduce the interference of time spent with them. Mostly, we were excited about them coming to visit us and are very disappointed that they are not coming.

The disappointment maybe comes from the fact that this would have been Ray's first visit without the other siblings so rather than a family vacation, it felt to me like a trip to visit me, his sister. It felt like a personal triumph that he wanted to come, and now it feels like a personal let down that he will not be coming. It's impossible to explain my feelings really. Ray has always been my hero.

Sabbath Day

I love the Sabbath Day. I love that it is a day to go to church and renew our covenants with God. I love that we draw strength and new resolve from the testimony of others as we see their happiness in serving God. I love that we learn through the hymns we sing - even though I sing like a frog.
I went to bed last night - and therefore arose this morning - fully frustrated and irritated at a relative. She is very much addicted to prescription pain medication. She is constantly in pain (which, from what I've read is part of the addiction) and lives her life in a drug-induced fog. She is sometimes hard to be around because her reasoning is skewed. All of that was on my mind as we left for church.
As we sat in our pew singing the sacrament hymn, the words were very powerful to me. "In humility, our Savior, Grant thy Spirit here, we pray. As we bless the bread and water in thy name this holy day. Let me not forget O Savior, thou didst bleed and die for me when they heart was stilled and broken on the cross of Calvary." The second verse then spoke to my heart and was something I needed to hear and heed. Fill our hearts with sweet forgiving; Teach us tolerance and love. Let our prayers find access to thee in thy holy courts above. Then when we have proven worthy of thy sacrafice divine, Lord, let us regain thy presence, let thy glory round us shine.
Obviously, in my frame of mind last night and this morning, His glory could not around ME shine!
In Relief Society, the lesson was on prayer. It was a beautiful lesson taught by a beautiful (inside and out) young lady. She said more things that I needed to hear. She quoted Bishop Peterson on several occasions about how to pray and how to receive answers. One thing she said was that we need to be in tune with the spirit. If we aren't loving and forgiving and living the gospel of Jesus Christ, how can we expect to hear Him when He answers us. Obviously, loving and forgiving and living the gospel of Jesus Christ weren't forefront in my mind.
Well, that's what going to church is all about. It's to remind us of those things we already know and to teach us things we do not yet know or perhaps have forgotten. Today was a good learning day for me. I'm so thankful for the opportunity we have to worship freely as we see fit. I'm thankful for the sabbath day which is a time to honor Him and refrain from wordly activities. It is a good day.

Christmas 2009 - New Year 2010

I can't believe I didn't take one picture at Christmastime. Well, I took two. But it doesn't represent the wonderful time we had. The first picture is of a hand carved Nativity set purchased through Braiden in the Phillipines. The second is what I think of as a Holverson Christmas although Virgil tells me to leave his deer alone. LOL
We had Thanksgiving with the Whited side, and Christmas with the Holverson side and Melanie and her family. So I had one son at Thanksgiving, my daughter at Christmas . . . I still have another son that needs to come spend time with his Mom. I wonder if children can possibly know how much their mother loves them and wants to be with them.

Anyway, we had a Christmas Eve dinner at Blaine and Kathy's house. It was lots of fun. All but one of Virgil's children was there and one of mine was there. Of course we had much good food in addition to the good visiting.

Christmas Day Melanie's family came over from Christmas dinner. I cooked my first prime rib. Wow was it good! Virgil thinks it was because I baked it in a dutch oven, I think it was good because of the way I prepared it. LOL

We had ham and black-eyed peas for dinner on New Year's Day. Jeff made the black-eyed peas. And we had fried okra - Wal-Mart made that. Melanie made a deelicious apple pie - she even made the crust. It was yummy AND pretty. Melanie and family were here, Wendy and Dan, Shannon, Brody and Jocelyn, Sherrie and Ambria. I love having a house full of family.

TODAY - we had a nice snowfall yesteray and last night. Clean up was a neighborhood affair. We live in the best neighborhood in the world. Virgil and Dan went out to shove the driveway, but help was soon to come. This is what I would call a beautiful winter day. And something funny - it's 32 degrees in Idaho Falls and 29 in Oak Ridge. I'd be willing to bet it feels a lot warmer here than it does there. :-)

Tennessee at Thanksgiving

I love being with family at the Holidays - actually at ANY holiday. We were blessed to be able to go "home" for Thanksgiving. Tennessee is home for me, a foreign country for Virgil. But he loves my family and they love him, so it makes it worth the trip for him. Speaking of being blessed - we are both blessed to have married into such wonderful families with so much love to give.

I was able to visit with three of my siblings. We missed the baby not being there. Of course the baby is 55 years old, but he will always be the baby of the family. There is always a missing piece of us when Gene isn't able to be with us.

We had a wonderful dinner with niece and nephews and Bo and his family. Even as adults, the kids are growing and changing constantly and it's so fun to see the wonderful people they are becoming. The grandchildren are growing also - especially in stature. Goodness, we couldn't believe how Logan has shot up just since last May!!! He's in the first picture beside his mother - he's only 13 and he's about 5'10" tall!!!! This is not bragging - it's just stating a fact. We have beautiful grandchildren...on both sides of the family.

Thanksgiving night, Bo, Pat and Mel, Ray, Danny and I went to see the movie 2012. It was really good. We left Virgil visiting with Tom, Tina's dad. Those two just seem to be best friends. They dont' see each other but about every other year, but they have a good, special relationship.

We went into the Smokies. Love is a mild word when I say I love the Smokey Mountains. I love the sights, the sounds and the smell. We walked up a trail for a few minutes, had lunch at a picnic table and just enjoyed being together.

Ray had an anniversary of one of his birthdays - I can't remember which one, maybe an anniversary of his 40th birthday. Nell did a wonderful job of putting on a celebration. She's pretty amazing. She's a great hostess and a fantastic cook. She's also a bit of a cupid, but I'll save that story.

This is getting too long, so I'll stop here. Suffice it to say, we have much to be thankful for and we are.

Bo's Phone call

A few days ago, as I was lying on the couch having my own silly pity party because I was tired of coughing and hacking, my phone rang. I drug myself from the couch and answered the phone only to hear some strange noises with a voice in the background. The caller ID said the call was from Bo. I listened several seconds saying the obligatory hellos, then finally hung up. About 30 seconds later, just as I lowered by aching body back to the couch, the phone rang again. Groaning I got back up to answer the phone. Again, the caller ID said it was Bo, again the same crackling noises. I hung up, then called him. "This is Bo" said that voice that always makes me smile. I said, "Hi, whatcha doing". He said he was making charts and asked what was I doing. "Answering your phone calls" I replied. He then laughed and asked "Did I call you?" We spoke for just a few seconds because he was obviously at work then hung up. It is amazing what laughter does for a tired old body. I didn't go back to the couch, but happily started my day with a smile on my face. Children do that to their moms you know.

November 12, 2009

Today was a day of reflection and pride. We, of course, have family members who have honored our country and sacrificed much for the protection of our freedoms. We also have a grandson who is in the army. At the age of 18, Corey is still more boy than man. But we are so very proud of him. We went to a Veteran's Memorial Dedication. Corey wore his dress uniform. When the flag was raised to half-mast, he stood at attention, back straight, hand raised in salute. I couldn't help but just look at him and look at him. He was a man. He is a soldier. My eyes filled with tears as I my heart swelled with pride. I wanted to hold him to my heart as I did when he was a beautiful baby. My cheeks are still wet with tears I cannot help but shed asI feel so much love for this young man. I am afraid for him as I wonder what lies ahead of him as a member of the United States Army. I am so proud of him as I see him grow to manhood with a firm testimony in his Lord Jesus Christ. It is my prayer that our loving Heavenly Father will watch over him and our family and that the Savior will keep him in his loving care. He is a special child - a special young man - with a very special spirit who has the ability to influence those around him for good.