Saturday, July 5, 2014

Not Good Enough!

I spent this morning perusing the Internet, looking for various things. I feel an urge to start a journal. I would like to get a five-year journal where you write a sentence or two each year to see how your life had changed. But I don’t want to spend thirty dollars on something that may slide by the wayside. I have started a journal numerous times. I have at least ten journals with three pages filled. I lose interest easily. Still I have the urge. This year on my computer I managed twenty-three days
---a record.
Why do I have the urge to write when I don’t seem to be able to follow through?
I like to think that I want to learn so many things that I can’t settle down and do one.
But maybe I’m just lazy.
I have talked to a friend who wishes she could write a journal but she just “Doesn’t Have The Talent For It!”
Actually I have a lot of friends who wish they could quilt, or paint, or sew, or sing, or cook…but they aren’t “Talented”
Aren’t they? Or like in the parable of the 10 talents in Mathew 25:14-29 , do we have that talent and just not practiced or used it, but hide it.

In Doctrine and Covenants 6:10 (a book of scripture for the Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) we read,

“Behold thou hast a gift, and blessed art thou because of thy gift. Remember it is sacred and cometh from above.”

“You need never feel inferior. You need never feel that you were born without talents or without opportunities to give them expression. There is something of divinity in you. You have such tremendous potential because of your inherited nature. Every one of you was endowed by your father in Heaven with a tremendous capacity to do good in the world.  Cultivate the art of being kind, of being thoughtful, of being helpful. Refine within you the quality of mercy, which comes as a part of the divine attributes you have inherited.”

We each have a God given gift. We just need to search, and study, and practice.
What talent do you want to explore this month?
I want to work on oil painting.
-And I just bought a travel journal for an upcoming trip in August.
Hope you are having a wonderful summer

I wish I could play the Piano!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

The Divine Mission of Jesus Christ: Minister


Two weeks ago I made a friend cry. She is always happy when I see her. She exudes positive energy. So I was surprised when I teased her about forgiveness and she burst into tears.
As I listened to her story, as she told me she was at wits end, not knowing which way to turn. I knew! An inspiration hit me and I called my brother, a lawyer to ask if he could help. As he was talking to her, giving her legal advice, and recommending a couple of people who could help, I had another moment of inspiration. One of the people he was going to recommend wasn’t eligible and I knew before he even said the name.

‘As we minister to others, we become true followers of Jesus Christ, who set the example for us. President Thomas S. Monson said: “We are surrounded by those in need…. We are the Lord’s hands here upon the earth, with the mandate to serve and lift His Children.’”(June 2014 Ensign Magazine)

Linda K. Burton, Relief Society general president, taught: “With practice, each of us can become more like the Savior as we serve God’s children. To help us better [minister to] one another, I would like to suggest four words to remember: ‘First observe, then serve.’ … As we do so, we are keeping covenants, and our service, like President Monson’s, will be evidence of our discipleship.”
“We can pray each morning to recognize opportunities to serve others. “Heavenly Father will guide you, and angels will assist you,” said David L. Beck, Young Men general president. “You will be given power to bless lives and rescue souls.”
As the Compassionate service leader in our church ward, I feel like my ears have grown bigger and my eyes brighter. As I look around me and listen to other people’s conversations, (accidently of course since it’s across a crowded room) I know there is someone who could use a little help.
“She’s having surgery on her foot next week”
“Her sister just died and she needs someone who knows what it’s like- to have empathy and comfort her.”
“He’s worried about supporting his family working just three days a week.”

How can prayer lead us to be instruments in the Lord’s hands?

If our home were going to be hit by a tornado we would want to be warned, but what about a prompting that inspires us to call a friend just to say hello? Or a prompting to buy a package of diapers when we don’t have small children. Following such promptings likely won’t lead to dramatic outcomes, but they’re still important.
The friend you call might be having a hard day. A phone call could cheer him up. Or the next-door neighbor may have used her last diaper and be out of gas just as you get home from the store. This happened to another friend and she had to turn around and go back to the store because she had ignored the prompting.

President Monson has taught: “We watch. We wait. We listen for that still, small voice. When it speaks, wise men and women obey. We do not postpone following promptings of the Spirit.”
Sometimes spiritual promptings are urgent. More often, however, they are gentle. Heavenly Father has promised to instruct us “line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little and there a little” (2 Nephi 28:30)

Friday, June 6, 2014

Crazy Cats


Someone’s knocking at my door.
I wonder who it could be.
Thunder rumbling
Under the bed?
Flying Walendas in the kitchen?
Teens racing, chasing round the entry circle
Up and down the staircase,
 Jumping and flying the last 6 steps
Doing trills on the piano
Demanding breakfast at 4:30
“Oh weren’t you up yet?
Playing hide and seek,
Sneaking outside in a burst of energy!
Crazy Cats
Finally feeling at home

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Rolling in Sunshine


Rolling in Sunshine
Laughing at rain
Happy to be
Quilting again
Giving a joyous
Reason  for fun
Love to be rolling
Out in the sun
I’m just a cat but
I do my share.
What good’s a Quilt 
Without some cat hair?

Thursday, May 29, 2014


Chance, fate, destiny, karma,

Whatever you want to call it, is the way I quilt.
Some quilters I know plan, and prepare, think and draw, plan again and go shopping. They worry and line up their colors—“How much do I need? What color goes with this? What if? Maybe I should? Or they start, toss and begin again in search of perfection.
I on the other hand, think, “That’s a cool block! Oh I love that fabric! I’ll take a half-yard. I’ll use it somewhere. I am still learning, still deciding, still practicing.
I have a bin of unrelated blocks, drawers full of half-yard cuts, rolls of many colors.
Serendipity was waiting to happen.
Two years ago I took a pile of black and white 2,1/2 inch strips sewn together and cut them on the diagonal.  I sewed them in blocks of four making diamonds and packed them away for New Mexico. This month they magically surfaced crying, “My turn! My turn!”
The top was finished except for a second border and laying across my sewing table when a couple came to give us an estimate for some work on the house.  My ever-proud husband shows off my work whenever he gets the chance. Seeing the black and white quilt top, she squealed and called to her husband, “My quilt! My quilt!
But can you make it a little bigger?” I spent the evening searching for just the right fabric which I knew had to be in my stash, somewhere.

I finished sewing the binding on today, and now we’ll see if she wants it. But whether she does or not I have a new friend.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Spring Into Action


My sister and I are sharing goals this year. She called me in February to renew an activity we did many years ago. We each get to choose activities for six alternating months. These are things we use to do and have forgotten how or run out of time for. They are things one of us enjoys and hopes the other will learn to. They are things we always wanted to do but never got around to. My six were more selfish than hers were because that’s the kind of person she is. Hers include make 3 handmade cards and mail them to someone, Do twenty-five acts of service, one a day from December1, to December 25, make three handcrafted Christmas presents.
Even when she is having fun, she is helping others.

In the April 2014 conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, Ronald A. Rasband taught us,
“Reaching out to rescue one another, under any condition, is an eternal measure of love.

Often we are given the opportunity to help others in their time of need. As members of the Church, we each have the sacred responsibility “to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light,” “to mourn with those that mourn,” and to “lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.”
“Brothers and sisters, how grateful the Lord is for each and every one of you, for the countless hours and acts of service, whether large or small, you so generously and graciously give each day.
King Benjamin taught in the Book of Mormon, “When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.”
Focusing on serving our brothers and sisters can guide us to make divine decisions in our daily lives and prepares us to value and love what the Lord loves. In so doing, we witness by our very lives that we are His disciples. When we are engaged in His work, we feel His Spirit with us. We grow in testimony, faith, trust, and love.”

“… Never, never underestimate the spiritual value of doing temporal things well for those whom you serve.… Be their servants, and you will love them. And they will feel your love. And more important, they will
feel God’s love” --President Henry B. Eyring

In the words of a much loved hymn
“Then wake up and do something more…”

I hope this month that you will find someone who needs a little extra care… a little service…a little love.

Spring into action!

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mother's Day


Mother died in the spring.…
A broken hip on her birthday
We used peach roses
And purple iris on her casket
In the Springtime
I look for purple iris.
I plant a peach rose.
I go walking through meadows of clover
Gathering blossoms