My Faith in Christ

I chose to come to this earth
To endure to the end.
As I trip, fall, and stumble
My heart goes to Christ to mend.

I came with a pure and untainted soul
Prepared to stand for my belief.
It soon became clear
That I would never have total relief.

As though a maze in my coloring book,
I need to work my way through.
Close my eyes and put my faith in God
Because only he knows what I can go through.

Faith in Christ established as a little child,
A simple, yet deep meaning.
As though a flower that grows in the wild,
A seed that grows from tender care.

Fighting to have my choice of toy,
A voice softens my hold.
Giving the toy to my sister
My faith that He knows what’s best starts to mold.

The soft carpet under my knees
As precious words my lips form.
A prayer to God requires faith-
A feeling ever so warm.

Faith in Christ established as a child,
A simple yet deep truth.
As though a flower growing in the wild.
A seed that grows from tender care.

How to pick His voice from the turmoil,
They say so many different things.
Buy this shirt, date this guy;
They speak as though powerful kings.

However my power comes form on high.
A King and a Prince whom I love.
I will stand as a witness at all times,
It is the least I can do for Them above.

Faith in Christ established as a Young Woman,
A simple yet deep truth.
Fighting to distinguish myself,
God makes a path through my youth.

I fulfilled a major goal in my life,
I chose to go to the temple,
I chose to be sealed for eternity.
I am now a forever wife.

All clothed in white on that day,
A miracle took place.
My family of the past, present, and future watched.
The sealing of eternity performed, ending that chase.

Faith in Christ established as a wife,
A simple yet deep truth.
Doors of knowledge open up,
The temple becomes my companion.

After wife comes mother.
A sacred opportunity given from God.
To raise a soul from heaven;
To hear the first word of, “Dod.”

A prayer starts the day off right,
A prayer at night ends the day in peace.
Being a mother may be trying,
But I would never choose for it to cease.

Faith in Christ established as a mother,
A simple, yet deep truth.
Hard days pile up,
But God will see you through.

Children grow and go off to college.
Soon they too go through marriage.
In no time at all
I’ll have grandchildren drawing on the wall.

A Grandmother is the sweetest state of age.
With children and their children
The blessings, and surprises, go on and on.
To see their faces light up when they hear about God.

Faith in Christ established as a Grandma,
A simple, yet deep truth.
Some days the treat pile may be low,
But the love of God most certainly shows.

Pain and suffering haunts my mind-
Satan in disguise.
He wants to break me,
But I see the world through Jesus’ eyes.

We walk practically blind
Not seeing what tomorrow will bring.
That’s why faith in Christ is essential,
His praises I will sing.

Faith in Christ,
A simple, yet deep truth.
As though a flower growing in the wild,
A seed that grows from tender care.
First introduced to me as a little child.
A child of God with steadfast faith in Christ.

Family Reunions

Family is loud and painful.
they pull and hit you.
Aunts give too many smothering kisses,
and uncles wheeze in your ear.
Cousin’s are screeching at the top of their lungs,
chasing you with a toy battle ax.
Your grandpa is screaming,” What?” because he can’t hear anything.
“Catch!” calls you’re brother after it’s too late.
“Shut up!” calls your sister as she yammers on her cell phone.
A baby starts wailing in the other room.

By the time you get to the sanctuary of your room
you are covered from head to toe in bruises,
lipstick marks the shape of lips all over your face,
and your ears are ready to burst from all the noise.
A door slams downstairs and the sound of many people walking wafts upstairs.
You slump down to see the cause of the commotion.
Tons of people are every where you look.
You look at your mother questionably.
“It’s time for your father’s family reunion!”
You groan and run back upstairs into you room,
locking the door behind you.
Immediately many fists beat on your door
pleading with you to come out.
However, you don’t hear them.
You’re too busy trying to escape out your window
with the few sheets you have.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome. -Arthur Ashe (thanx julie!)

Don't dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energies on moving forward toward finding the answer.

All the happiness you ever find lies in you. The only way to get it out is to find a true friend.

-Anonymous and myself

One day someone will walk into your life, and make you realize why it never worked with anyone else

~ i wish dreams were like wishes, and that wishes came true, cause in my dreams, im always with you ~

more posts on Kitchen

This is the table that my mom got for her birthday present. it was cracked and we just recieved out new one a few days ago.
i made this. i think that it's reather cute and it could be store bought. just don't look too close or you will be able to tell that i made it.
we just did this today since my grandpa came up with his interior designing skills.
these were going to go on the wall ebhind our table but my grandpa just seemed to know that i would hit my head on the shelves and knock them off the wall and then brake the cadles my mom was going to put on them. they're now going in the family room, some where.
we finally got the trim painted!
slowly but surely our house is getting finished. after the kitchen it'll be the downstairs family room. on with the demolition!

Girls Camp

GIRLS CAMP! exactly where eveyr girl wants to be. we were loud, obnoxious-we sang songs at the top of our lungs, painted our nails, met Miss Idaho 2oo7, Sadie Quigly, made tie die shirts, and had FUN! The theme for this year was F.A.R.I.E.S. It stood for frienships awaken in rightious young women. we did just that. the camp next to ours became our camp buddies as we hit a purse pinyata and painted nails in their camp. we also played pranks on them-there were no hazardous things involved, i swear.

She kept on crying our, "Where is it?" and almost hit her own mother.
This is me. Please excuse the hair, i was a major bedhead. So much that one girl couldn't help but chuckle every time she looked at me. i pulled back and swung my softball hit and broke it open. I'm not a strong hitter; i wonder what would happen if kate, one of our best hitters, had hit it.

Our hike was monument. it was gorgeous.
trying to be happy as my father took a picture.
i do have to say that the view was worth it to look at as we came up. not to mention, the field after field full of wildflowers, it was one of the most beautiful sights i've ever seen.
This is the monument. it represents the four girls that died right there. it was raining hard and lightning was going and the lightning hit the tree in which the girls were sitting under. a few were saved, but four girls didn't make it. they came up later and built the monument in their memory.

i am so glad i went to girls camp. i loved every second. i made friendships i thought were already there and most of all did what girls do best-HAVE FUN!

Now you may be wondering, "what kind of home is she growing up in," but it's not what it looks like. i promise. i think...

so we grabbed some of our old pants hoping to find some thing fun to do on Sunday afternoon. Little did we know that my sister, sam, would poke out her eye and have to cover it up with my pocket. JK.

Now my other sister, Kekoa, thought it was fascinating how people had the deep jivet in the chin-as my family calls it the Butt Chin-she thought she's try and get one for herself. She had to patch up with another one of our extra jean pockets.JK
She possessed.
Kekoa was trying to make her pocket fringy on the edges. But to do that she had to cut it first. i wished her Good luck and she gave up after 10 minutes of cutting stupid fringe hopelessly.

Theses had been jeans at one point in time. Now you wouldn't want to be wearin these tings in public!

All in all it was a fun Sunday afternon with out old jean pants. Who knew we'd made a 2 purses, poke out an eye, create a deep butt chin, made a Best Sister award, create the biggest messthe planet has ever seen, and total jeans in 3 1/2 hours? Oh well. We had fun doing it.

Frame Stuff

I said i'd keep ya posted and so i am. we FINALLY got the trim done around out entryway, kitchen windows, and our front and back door! When i say finally, those who know what i mean know that it's at least finally. (it's still not painted but i don't complain becuase at least now i don't have to see the sheet rock!)
doesn't it look AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?
sorry, this pictures a little dark. my camera went funky, but you can still see how good the trim looks.
that's what it looks like in comparison to the new paint! don't look at the light switch, just marvel at the beauty of the frame and paint.
BEAUTIFUL WINDOW!!!!! BEAUTIFUL FRAME! THANK YOU TO GRANDMA and GRANDPA S., NEIL, MOM and DAD!

Kitchen re-do

Well, one day we got ambitious. At first my mom just wanted to re-cover our seat cushions. How it got to painting, and staining, and gutting, don't ask me. Let's just say my grandma and I are pretty good at persuading. So we went and bought paint. Here i'm painting above the cabinents. i really wish that we could have gotten to it with the roller. As it turns out i'm a lot taller when i stand on the counter and in consequense of being taller my hair decided to turn a few years older without waiting for those couple of years to actually happen. In the end, it seems that my hair brushed against the ceiling which we had just painted white.
I aged a little. Luckily it went away when i washed it out. My hair came to it's senses. :)
Don't i look so excited to go painting again after i'd already been doing it for 2 hours! Yay!

I think it's a really pretty color to tell you the truth. Pecan Sandie for the walls, a color for the ceiling, and pearl white (or somethin like that) for the trim, if you want to nitty gritty.

Well our kitchen underway. I'll keep you posted.

QUOTES

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
-Winston Churhcill

In the midst of our lives, we must find the magic that makes our souls soar.

Dance as though no one is watching you, love as though you have never been hurt, sing as though no one can hear you, live as though heaven is on Earth.
-Souza

May the sun bring new energy by day, may the moon softly restore you by night, may the rain wash away your worries, may the breeze blow new strength into your being, may you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

Life always has its own way of throwing things out at us. It always seems to know when we’re at our lowest, when the world seems to be eating us alive. How it seems to know, I’ll never know, neither will the rest of the world. It only causes us, as people, to hurt even more for the person, place, or thing, even if we know that we will never see it again. There is no way to stop this monstrosity we call Life. It hunts and attacks around the corner. So I advise us all, never get down, always stay above what every body expects. Life attacks when we’re at our lowest, but if we never are, how can it attack?

People are people. Normal is normal. Normal, however, is not people and people are not normal.

Friends are only friends if they’re a dork just like you.

Dropped Rose
It’s just a rose,
some may say.
But what if you were that rose,
that had been dropped on that day?

We’ve all been on the floor
at least once in our life.
Maybe it was just a bad day-
a bad day full of strife.

Maybe some one put you down;
Telling lies that even you listened to.
Normally you don’t believe,
but today it just got to you.

Here’s a story-
Remember, she’s just a rose.
Just a story
And it starts with a hose.

The little girl was late for school.
She held her two roses,
They were for her teacher
And the teacher would have had those two roses if not for the hoses.

The little girl was hopping on her steps,
One foot hit the step just right.
She slipped on the hose
And started to cry with all her might.

Her daddy told her to get up.
“Stop whining,” he said.
The little girl got up with a sob,
and said, “But daddy, my rose looks like its dead.”

“It’s fine,” he said gruffly, and so
the little girl trotted after her father, when she realized that she only had one rose.
“Daddy,” she pulled on his coat.
“My other rose is at home by the hose!”

“Don’t worry about it.”
“But daddy, my rose-“
He gave her a look.
She whispered, “its at home by the hose.”

When she got to school,
Every little boy and girl was giving two roses.
A girl named Shirley asked the little girl where her other rose was.
“It’s at home by our hoses!”

That pore rose stayed there until noon when a strong wind started blowing and blew it away.
The rose froze and the little girl cried. Over a rose.

You may think that this is a silly story, but how many times have you been like that? Where the last piece just blew and you thought you’d go right a long with it? Remember we are all just roses, being dropped all the time by the people around. Don’t take heed of them, just keep going; press forward, and don’t let those people know you’re losing your grip. Hold on, stand strong, and know that I am always here. Even if I’m being the rose that is being stomped on and forgotten, I’ll try to put you back in the vase.

I will never forget you. And when I say never, I mean never.

Magic

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This it So Sweet it Made Me Cry

i got this in an email and it made me cry. This just goes to show how innocent little children are. I don't have credit enough to put my name on it, some one else had the inspiration but i loved it so much i just needed to let others read it too. this is so sweet and though it may not be true, it still makes you feel for others and to have the sense to love one another.

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said:
'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'
The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair ?' the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
'Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

i love to right.though at the moment i'm at a writers block. any ideas? it could be for a poem or story or any thing really. i just need some thing to do.

Eclipse

I recently found on of my most favorite singers EVER!Their band is called eclipse; they're an acepella group. Each of them are return missionarys. Last night they played at our EFY. I love their song You and McDonalds Girl. I totally advise every one to check out their website at www.eclipsesingers.com and see all of their awesome songs.

Waltz

This is the waltz. A dance that every should at least have and idea of what they should do, in my opinion. This dance was the worst when you had to dance with the guys...i'll leave it at that. I'm playing the girls and Isa is playing the guy's part.

Roomba

This is the roomba. An EXTREMELY boring dance. And considering that i was the playing the guy's part and i had no idea what i was doing half the time, it made it and EXTREMELY embarrassing moments performing for all the parents.