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.”