Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Poem by Boaz

Much music fills my home this time of year,

But this season there is one voice not there.

A laugh was heard so genuine and clear,

But now there is no song to give me care.

Her smile, to me, was like a morning’s dawn.

That image dawns a new kind of mourning.

Stil through this suffering we will go on

Her memory are my walls adorning.

I find myself seeing her smile in me.

Her song is gone yet I still hear her voice.

In her passing I find in me her glee.

Through me, more than ever, she can rejoice.

My cheerful grandma Dawn is not now here,

Yet this season I feel her presence near.


Thursday, December 5, 2019

Like the Dawn of the Morning

Like the Dawn of Morning


The closer I got to grandma's house, 

the happier I felt,

It was like the dawn of morning,


We left in the sad night skies of long car rides

Bothering brothers

Wi-Fi less cell phones,


But we arrived with warm blankets

Bright smiles 

Cheerful laughs

……..and Shining pennies


The more I talked with Grandma

The happier I felt,

It was like the dawn of morning


I started with long nights of stress

Hard rains of problems

And hopeless projections of tomorrow


But we talked about glowing families

Sunny feelings 

Clear solutions

And promising futures


When I think about Grandma 

It is like the dawn of morning


It starts with destructive ‘why’ questions

Crushing tears 

And fierce and clashing feelings


But then I think of re building relations

Tears of joy

Future reunions

And it is all thanks to the dawn of one glorious sunday morning.

〜 Fin〜


By Josh

Monday, December 2, 2019

Celebrating Dawn

Celebrating the life of a remarkable woman. She lived a life of service, a life of laughter and a life of love. She was gracious to all she met, she never had an unkind word about anyone, she lit the world with her love of Christ and testimony of the Plan of Salvation. She is now free from her walker, her oxygen tube and her weak ankles. She is dancing with her sweetheart, getting to know her mother who passed when Dawn was just 18 months old, and getting to know her son Jeffrey who passed the day after he was born. Her reunion is joyful with her dad, her sister and her step mom. We will miss her, but we are sure she is happy in this new existence of light and family. 

Dawn Loveland Oswald. July 18, 1935 - December 2, 2019. 






Sunday, November 17, 2019

Our new ward

I have been in Idaho for 8 Sundays. We noticed last week an interesting thing. Five of the last six weeks we have been in the bishop’s office for calling and settings apart. Some for Craig, some for me and some for Boaz. We have also been trying to sing in our little ward choir right after church. So for five of the last six weeks we have missed all or most of choir practice. 

Today I was put in as a counselor in the primary. I’m excited. I love the primary music. I was just in my 8 year old class for a month. Three weeks of class. Two weeks of Primary program and practice. I was hoping to get to know these kids better. Such sweet kids. Now I have the whole primary to get to know. I wish I was better at remembering names and faces. But I will work hard to learn these darling kids. 

Hopefully we will not be called to the bishop’s office again. Although we have tithing settlement later this afternoon. 

I haven’t really paid attention to primary since the change. Now I get to learn the new program. 

Today for our home study we talked about the new youth program. Helpful to me and good for Boaz. 

Here is a picture I took during today’s study. 



My foot in the slipper, Avisha on Craig’s lap and Boaz reading the pamphlet. 

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Scripture 2 Thessalonians

This was a scripture we talked about in my Primary class (8 years old). 


In our family today, we talked about how we will not be sleeping in the night. We are children of the day. We are the children of the light. 

If we are faithful, we will see the signs and we will be prepared. The Second Coming can freak me out. But I have to remember that God is in charge and I am a Child if the Light. 


Sunday, September 29, 2019

What was I thinking?

I worked my last half day on Friday. And it was work. I thought I would have time to tidy up, but was getting fresh projects completed. My lovely work family sent me away with amazing cards and yummy chocolates- most of them dark. 

I rushed home and packed my car to the gills. 



I traveled with two plants. I managed to keep them alive while I was traveling in the summer and wanted to keep them alive during the drive. I was worried Friday night, and included them in my prayers. I was rewarded by a freshly perky peace lily. Who prays over plants? But He listened, even when I know he is helping families with run away children. Nothing is too small for Him. 



My rear view mirror was useless. I got to SLC after rush hour and with six hours of experience driving with only my side mirrors. I was grateful. 

I ran from the rain all day Saturday. Well, after I lost an hour going back for my makeup kit. I met my sweet sister half way, at the airport. I am grateful she loves me. ❤️

I was rushing to make it in time for Stake Conference. Boaz spoke in the Sunday session and I absolutely had to make it in time. I wilted during the Saturday session. I arrived in time, and we unloaded the car in the rain. 🚘 

I cannot express how good it is to belong with somebody as I walk into church. I had people to sit with. People who I belonged with. I have sat with people over the summer, but I walked in looking for who to sit with. Now I just sit with my people and we are all happy together. 

Boaz rocked his talk. I cried. I watched him interact with so many youth. Girls and boys that he has connected with, in just 4 short (very long) months. After a year of not finding his people, he has found an abundance here. 

Today I woke up to this:



I’m so glad I’m not traveling in it and I can rest in a warming house with some of my favorite people. I get to talk to another of my favorite tomorrow. 

Life is good. (And Boaz has a computer for his school work.)

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Careful vs Casual

My talk in Church today:


I’ve had some interesting experiences this week at work. I found a $16,000 error. It was in the wrong place and had overdrawn an account. After that was fixed, I asked for help and we found a separate $2,000 error. That was fixed and we were able to correct a different error I had made over the summer. I felt very good about those “finds”. I got good feedback and felt a bit smug and perhaps even arrogant. I am working at leaving everything clean and ready for the new person, who ever that will be. I am also working on desk procedures. It is a busy time.

A new girl was hired and she is working for the Dean. Perhaps because of the previous errors found, she was reviewing my accounts. The accounts I was trying to be so careful about fixing and cleaning up. She found an error that had been there for two months, that I had just overlooked. It was at the bottom of the page and in a different category. I had simply failed to recognize it.

This discovered mistake pointed out to me that I had been a bit too casual in that one area of the report. Curiously, instead of being grateful, I was irritated. What was she doing poking around in my report and my budget? Didn’t she think I could do my job? I researched the charge and talked to the professor who made the charge. Since I started back to work after summer break, I had been working with him getting things straightened out. He had just run his field school and was learning the accounting side of things. We had thought we had got it all cleared up. When I asked him about this one last thing, he became frustrated also.

We both thought we had been careful. When the last thing still to do was pointed out to us, we almost went away sorrowing – like the rich young man in the New Testament. (Mark 10:17 – 22).

What is it about being shown the last thing to do that almost breaks us?

As I’ve been pondering this topic this week, I have seen things that I normally wouldn’t have. Even when we think we are being careful, we might still need correction. As that correction comes, we should be humble and grateful for the assistance, because we all want the same thing.

Fortunately for all involved, the professor and I overcame our frustration and pride and worked to correct the mistake. We all hope it will be the last from the field school and we will move on to correct other mistakes.

Yesterday as I read Sister Craven’s talk, Careful vs. Casual, I recognized these new lessons. I then thought of Alma chapter 5.  Alma had recently given up the Judgement Seat and had devoted himself to the ministry. He started at home with the people of Zarahemla. This chapter is one of the longest in the Book of Mormon. I have found it easy to read for what I love in this chapter and gloss over the rest. Not a careful way to read. I am in the process of becoming less casual in how I approach this chapter. I’m sure we all love the famous verses such as verse 14, “And now behold, I ask of you, my brethren of the church, have ye spiritually been born of God? Have ye received his image in your countenances? Have ye experienced this mighty change in your hearts?” and then we skip to vs 26, “And now behold, I say unto you, my brethren, if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?” However, there are lovely verses in between those two famous ones. Verses that deserve a careful reading.

And later in the same chapter, Alma gives us the key to finding truth. Not” our personal truth”, but The Truth. The Truth that never changes. In verses 45-46 he says:
 “And this is not all. Do ye not suppose that I know of myself? Behold, I testify unto you that I do know that these things whereof I have spoken are true. And how do ye suppose that I know of their surety?
Behold, I say unto you they are made know unto me by the Holy Spirit of God. Behold I have fasted and prayed many days that I might know these things of myself. And now I do know of myself that they are true; for the Lord God hath made them manifest unto me by his Holy Spirit; and this is the spirit of revelation which is in me.”

This brings me back to the Old Testament. In Numbers people in the Camp of Israel
 were prophesying, and they weren’t Moses. Some of the leadership asked Moses to forbid them. He responded in vs 29, “. . . enviest thou for my sake? Would God that all the Lord’s people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit upon them,”.

Alma has already told us how to achieve that. We must have questions and then take those questions to the Lord in fasting and prayer. It is a careful process. And even when we have a testimony or our initial answers, it still takes “many days”. It is an essential labor that we must perform to receive the promised blessing of knowledge.

It goes against our current culture to be so careful. To look for The Truth. To spend many days in search of answers. To think and ponder rather than post and tweet.

Sometimes even when we have been used to getting answers in a timely fashion, Heaven decrees we must wait upon the Lord and accept his timing. Joseph Smith as a young boy asked a question in prayer and received an immediate answer. An answer that changed his life and the life of millions of people. That answer has impacted my life and the life of my family for generations and hopefully will continue to do so.

Nineteen years after he asked his initial question and received his immediate response, nineteen years of receiving answers to sincere questions, Joseph found himself in a filthy pit, seemingly abandoned. His wife and children had to weather the winter and the unrest without him. The infant Church had to function without him. He languished in filth far away from those he loved. In those circumstances he wrote some of the most beautiful verses of scripture, “O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covert thy hiding place?” (D&C 121:1) 

When he felt rejected and cast off, wondering where God was, he wrote about being chosen. (vs 34) When he was unjustly incarcerated, he wrote about righteous leadership. (vs36 – 39). When he was surrounded by hatred and bitterness, he wrote about “gentleness, . . . and love unfeigned” (vs 41).(See Lesson from Liberty Jail, Sept 2009, Holland.)

Joseph Smith showed us that there is no time to become casual, not even when he felt lost and that Heaven was no longer listening to his prayers.

Sister Craven listed some ways that we could evaluate ourselves on how carefully we were living the gospel, not as many as Alma, but certainly with knowledgeable insight to the current culture. How do we observe the Sabbath Day? Are we studying the scriptures? Do we attend the temple and keep our covenants? How do we dress? How do we minister? What do we watch and read? How do we speak? Are we holding fast to the Iron Rod? Will our path take us to the tree, or merely near to it?

May we ever be careful as we walk this path of discipleship. May we be humble enough to accept correction. May we seek for Light and Truth as we feel surrounded by darkness. To quote President Monson, “may we ever choose the harder right, instead of the easier wrong.”

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Scripture 2 Corinthians 4

Tonight this verse captured my attention. It could have been written by Elder Holland, who has a manic way with words and phrases. A way look at seemingly common words to find extraordinary truths. 



I find myself fighting off distress and despair. It seems like the world is bent on self-destruction. But when we know the prophecies and have felt the calming influence of the Holy Ghost guiding us in our lives, we can fight to have the light. Or maybe we protect the light we catch hold of until it strengthens and burns a bright flame, perhaps even a roaring fire that gives light and security. 

But according to Paul, still there are questions. Still there are trials. But we are not left alone in them. We are not abandoned in our problems. We are not left desolate by our tribulations. 

Acknowledging that it is not easy, in fact it is very hard, we can and must go forward in faith. 

Monday, September 9, 2019

Drive interrupted

I get off work at 5, like normal people. There is one way for me to get home. I wind through canyons on a beautiful drive. It takes me between 30-40 minutes one way. 

Today after listening to Josh rapsidize over the Book of Mormon and the new videos coming out and his favorite BoM hero’s, I left work a few minutes late. (I work through lunch so I can talk when he calls)

I didn’t even get out of Durango, but I was close when the traffic stopped. Dead. Stand still. With no where to go, I checked my gas - full tank and waited in line for the accident to clear.  Thirty minutes and seeing between 7-10 cop cars pass us in line, I got up to the front of the line where police were turning everyone around. I wanted to ask how long. He had no idea. 

My phone was at 20%. I hate eating at a restaurant alone. So I went back to work, plugged in my phone and turned on the computer to see what was going on. 

Alternate routes in my head. South to New Mexico, west to Arizona, turn north to Utah and head east to Colorado. Maybe 4-5 hours. Or head north to Silverton, over Red Mountain to Grand Junction. Get on I70 west to Utah. South through Moab and east to Colorado. Again maybe up to 6 hours. No good!!!

I clicked on the news link. Highway 160 was closed after a man evaded police during an attempted traffic stop. He got out of his car and headed into the canyon. They called in canine and drones. No eta on when the road would open. 

There was at least 100 cars that had been turned back. People were headed home after work to families and evening activities. About 90 minutes after I first tried to go home, I read the road was opened again.  No mention of apprehending the suspect. 

Back to my car. Down the hill into Durango. As I headed out of town, I swore I passed every law enforcement officer in La Plata county. City and county c are lined the highway, lights flashing, and officers searching the wild hills. 

I was resolved to not pick up any hitch hackers, not that that is ever a good option - but especially not tonight, and to get home as soon as possible. 

One of my freakiest drives home ever. 

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Baby quilt

New babies are coming to our family. That means new quilts. I have one done before the baby has arrived. Miraculous. 



All wrapped up and ready to gift. 



The quilting. 



The back and the front. 



I have been loving this pattern. The squares are big enough to show the fabric and small enough to make it interesting. I’ve been able to use up fabric that I have on hand. And I think it’s fun. 

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Scripture 3 Nephi

I have been reading a bit differently lately. I have changed my focus, and I have fallen out of the habit of these posts. But I did want to document my new focus, and today I saw something new because of it and decided to write about it. 

I have been marking the scriptures in a new way. 


I have been marking the names of Jesus in purple, the name of the Father in royal blue and the name of the Spirit in sky blue. 



Having just celebrated the 4th of July, this scripture almost shouted at me. The establishment of our country was arranged by the Father. Our freedom is a gift from the Father. All so we could receive the covenant. I have known this, but this verse says it so clearly. And Jesus teaches of the Father. He is referenced so often in 3rd Nephi. There is no question that Jesus is separate and yet United to his Father and His will. 

Scattered

I have been scattered lately. I have been driving back and forth between Colorado and Idaho. Total driving time one way is about 12 hours. Usually I split it at SLC and stay with my family before continuing on the road to Craig and Boaz or coming back to my solitary house. The house is on the market and I have a job at the college in Durango. 

I have wondered what I could write, but the solitude weighs on my mind and body and I find myself not doing what I should. This blog being one of the things I have let slide. 

I have been mowing the lawn, changing the hose, and working sporadically on a quilt. I’ve kept the house up, although I need to do last minute spiffing up to erase all evidence that I am living here. Nothing on the counter. All my stuff that I scatter in the day cleared. Dusting and sweeping. We had some one look yesterday. I am hopeful. 

When I am in Idaho, Colorado is far from my focus and thoughts. When I am in Colorado, I miss what I left in Idaho. Starting the middle of the month, I will be back to full time employment and sneaking away to visit Boaz and Craig will be harder to do. 

Today we all theee are physically scattered across the eastern states. I am in Colorado. Craig is in Idaho. And Boaz is in California. 

Craig took this to send to me from Montana. 



He is super excited to go and visit his besties. His people. The ones we took him away from a year ago. Although he has been very adult about our decision and has not acted out or pouted. He has soldiered on with our somewhat gypsy lifestyle. 

We send pictures through texts. 

I sent these on Wednesday. 




The college exists in a truce with the local wildlife, as long as we humans are wise and careful. 



Just hanging out in the heat of the day. 



A way to get around campus. Normally I walk and enjoy the excersize. But I knew Craig would love thinking that I got to drive the gold cart. 

I get pictures like these:



On the river. 



Getting ready for the river. 

And when I am there, I take pictures like these:



He goes wherever we take him and is happy. 



He loves the mountains, lakes, and rivers. 



He loves his dog and the dog has so many firsts. She loves her boy. 



Looking for possible fishing holes. 



And of course I look for the flowers along the way. 

Transition time is awkward and hopeful and sad and happy. All the feels, as Josh would say. 

Friday, June 21, 2019

Lawn

It has been a long time since I’ve had to mow the lawn. We had a postage stamp size lawn in California. We could mow it with just an old fashion push mower. But here in Colorado, our lawn is substantially bigger. Craig and Boaz have taken care of it before, but now it is my job. 

Tuesday I did this. 


This was more than an hour. The stretch between the highway and the house. It as so high, it was hiding the for sale sign on the fence. 

Today I did this. 


The back bit that I did. The weeds were almost to my waist. 


The front yard looking from the back corner toward the road. 


The back corner looking past the fence to the back bit I mowed. 

I need to get a weed eater to clean up around the trees and rocky areas. Also to trim the fence line. 

But it looks way better than it did before.




The stone



The final date was engraved and Joyce was laid to rest this month. Her last months, even years had been hard. She went to dialysis three times a week for years. She recently, within the last year of her life, had a leg amputated and had a prosthetic, but never became proficient. She was unable to go anywhere alone. 

It was over 14 years since my dad had passed. That is a long time for best friends to be separated. I’m sure they are both much happier being able to hang out again. 



This is a picture of her side of the family that was there. Asher, Logan, Paula, Shaw, Ty (Shaw’s husband), Patty, Ryatt. In the front are Ty’s two girls. I’m.not sure of there names. 

Uncle Gary, Aunt Renee, Rachael, Pete, Kayla, Deb, Cody and I also attended; but I didn’t get a picture. It was good to go to Logan and say hi to my dad again. I was pretty sure he was there as we celebrated his love. 

I have no idea how other people cope with death with out a knowledge of the Plan of Salvation. I find myself taking to dad at times and asking him to check up on Josh or others for me. Guardian angels and all. 

It is weird driving through Spanish Fork without thinking about Joyce at least, or stopping in to see her when I could. Now our family has another angel to watch over us. 

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Deb’s garden

I spent two days in SLC waiting to go to Logan to lay Joyce to rest. Part of those days were hitting the resale and thrift shops. Shopping is way better in SLC than here. 

Part of that time we spent in Deb’s garden weeding and pruning. 

I took a few pictures. Remembering that I used to like to take pictures of flowers. 


A lady bug resting on a daisy bud. I loved this moment. 


Deb’s Japanese Maple. I love the beautiful red leaves. One day I will plant one again in my garden. 


Yellow roses. I have had a soft spot in my heart for yellow roses since Craig gave some from his bushes when we were dating. Again, one day I will plant yellow roses in my garden again. 


Three down. Just found out about two more to go

These three babies have already arrived. I was late, but the oldest one isn’t three months yet. So not terribly late. I do like the tradition I have of great nieces and great nephews getting quilts. 

This weekend Willa called me Grandma Auntie Wendy. I like that. 😀

So here is Ryker’s quilt. 







Close up of the quilting and the dragon fabric. 


Primary colors


The triangle picture. 

This next one is for Teddy. 


All in blues. 


The triangle picture. You can see the seascape that I used as the back. 



Close up of the quilting. 

This is Chloe’s quilt. 


Close up of the quilting. 


The triangle picture. The back on this one is pink and peach pastel tropical birds. 


Pinks and peaches. 

I don’t know the sexes of the anticipated arrivals. So I can’t get started on those just yet. But it is always fun to make a quilt for a tiny angel. 




Saturday, May 25, 2019

Here we go again

So when we came here in Sourh West Colorado we thought we would be here for four years. The job Craig got was supposed to be stable. 

But personalities can clash. And Heaven seems to move us where we should go. We are headed back to Idaho. There is a lot to do. We have to list the house. Boaz has finished school. I am on summer break. Craig left for Idaho yesterday. His first day is Wednesday. 

But we are headed back to family. We will be 2 1/2 hours from Craig’s mom. We will be same distance from SLC and my family. Boaz hasn’t found his people here. He’s looking forward to trying a new place to find them. Also the promise of release time seminary is intriguing. 

This summer I will be going back and forth, looking for a new house and trying to sell this one. 

I think the family has become a bit jaded about how we live. 





Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Dive bombed

I love hummingbirds. Part of the charm of this house is a long pourch to hang feeders. 

Today when we got home I was met by a dog frantic, thinking she had been abandoned while we went to work and school. I found a ball for her - she lives to chase balls. I had a thrower so I don’t have to throw a slobbery ball. 

As I stood on the deck, throwing tennis balls 🎾, I was dive bombed by at least 10 hummingbirds feeding on my four feeders. 

I thought they were shy birds, but they are aggressive and territorial. 

I still am amazed at how loud they are. We can hear at least one from inside the house. Whistling and humming, trying to defend all four feeders from the other birds. 


The other two are behind me. 




Avisha is territorial as well, but she ignores the swarming, buzzing tiny things and focuses only on the ball. 🎾 






Friday, May 3, 2019

Silverton and the remnants of an avalanche

I took pictures of the beautiful Colorado mountains, but didn’t post them. We are headed back up through Silverton today, and I remembered. 


Silverton sits above 9000 feet. It is still winter there. 



This is the building. Little tiny chapel. No pews, just chairs. 

The branch president told me about an old “slide” that looked like it took down a forest at Eureka. So we went up the road to see. 



To show how deep. 



You can see debris in the snow. 


 
The splintered trucks and scattered branches. 



A layer of green branches littering the snow. 



Old mining ruins at Eureka. 



The skeleton of a building that the mountain came down on. 



Our love affair with water continues. I was so excited to see a beaver damn in the real life, as opposed to pictures. 



Clear mountain stream. 



A picture to make Brad want to come visit us. 



I think this looks like moose country. But it was the wrong time of day to see any. 



I still love to take pictures of my kids sleeping.