Monday, June 22, 2009


"Remember who you are" - a familiar phrase from my mother as I walked out the door. Then it was something I said to our own daughters. Now I repeat it to myself. Remember. Remember who you are. Satan - as he plants seeds of doubt, discourage- ment, and fear in our hearts wants us to forget who we are. He would love nothing more than for us to forget that we are sons and daughters of a Heavenly Father who loves us. He would have us forget that divine heritage and let ourselves become mired in the mud bogs of this mortal existence that surround us. And so - each day - we try to 'remember'.

I was thinking about the buzz I get from checking my email, chatting with friends on FaceBook and in general, just staying in touch with family and friends, when I remembered that as a child - I was the one who found addresses of other children who wanted pen pals, and friendships from across the country were formed. One in particular I wrote to for about three years. I can't tell you a name, or even where she was from - but I remember the anticipation as I would go to the mailbox to see if she had written. What fun that was. And I remember on our birthdays that Aunt Pauline would always send a pair of panty hose in our b-day cards. Sounds funny now - but back then, panty hose were new and it was 'cool' to have a pair! What a fun memory!

Amanda was here the end of May for Syd's wedding. We enjoyed celebrating with their family - then the three of us took off and went to Nauvoo for a couple of days. We love, love, love Nauvoo. We went to the old Nauvoo cemetary where I have ancestors buried. Didn't find any headstones, but the spirit of the area was so sacred. It was difficult to think what life really was like for them. Not easy - for sure.

We are so blessed.