Howzit-Elder Flexy!
Sunday Best!
C. S. Lewis spoke of a dilemma faced by someone
who must choose whether to accept or reject the Savior’s divinity–where there is likewise no middle ground:
“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: ‘I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept His claim to be God.’ That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. …You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. …But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”
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So, not only do we have the evidence of the records … , not only do we have the testimony of good men who have lived upon the earth in our day, but if we have complied with the requirements of our Heavenly Father, if we have had faith in God, if we have repented of our sins, if we have received baptism by immersion, if we have received the Holy Ghost under the hands of authorized servants of the Lord, I say, if we have done all these things then there is in each soul a sure knowledge that cannot be gainsaid [denied] that God lives and that Jesus Christ was the Redeemer of mankind. …
… As one of the humble members of this Church I bear you my witness that
Life is a Wonderful Journey.
Life is a wonderful journey.
It starts on the day your were born.
The years stretch out like stepping
stones, untraveled and unworn.
Some days our stride may falter,
or we wonder where we are.
Some days we look back with
surprise that we have come so far.
We find our way, or it finds us,
and journey hopefully toward something
deeper, something truer than
our eyes can see.
Life is a wonderful journey, made
with steps both great and small,
winding it’s way toward the beautiful
truth that waits at the heart of it all.
Written by someone amazing @ Hallmark.
I love reading cards! Don’t you?
Family History Friday: Write a Letter!
To whom it may concern…
I love it when someone writes about their life,
and then leaves it for others to read after they are gone.
It is wonderful to read how they felt, and how they worked through struggles and challenges. I think one of the most important things I’m glad to know is if they loved God, if their belief in God helped them in their life. I think that everyone should at least write one letter.
I found a great blog that gives some good examples of writing a letter to your descendants. It’s called Faith Sisters! You can find it here!
Write a letter to your descendants…what a great idea!
Happy Family History Friday!! Love, Joy
My Cute Little Flexy!
Our little Flexy really was the cutest little boy.
I’m serious!
OK, one of the cutest little boys, him and Riley.
When Flexy was just a kid and learning to read, a little bit bigger kid books, he discovered “Captain Underpants.”
I know some kids are reading “Great Expectations” in the 7th grade, but Alex was the kind of kid who went at his own pace.
I so love that about him.
He didn’t let other people pressure him to be more than he was ready to be.
One of my favorite memories is of Flexy telling us about his favorite Dav Pilkey book. It was called, (ready for this?)…
“Captain Underpants and The Invasion of The Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies From Outer Space (and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds)
So. Funny.
It was even funnier to have Flexy say it for us. And then of course he would have to tell us all about the book. If you ever get a chance, glance through one of the “Captain Underpants” books. They are so cute. We even made a puppet of “Captain Underpants” for one of Flexy’s assignments in school. It turned out great!
I’m so glad Flexy found books that helped him want to read.
Sweetness and Light.
I cry at the drop of a hat, or at least at the end of sad movies!
My darlin can tell you that I mostly watch movies with a happy ending. I just can’t take the sad endings. I have been known to cry, of and on, for days after seeing a sad movie. Every time I think about the movie, I cry.
One time years ago, my darlin went to get us a movie, I said, “Be sure to get a comedy.” I thought it was a pretty safe bet. He got to the video store, and looked, and looked. He came home with a movie he said was a comedy. In the first five minutes of the movie, the lady in the movie’s husband dies and the rest of the show she is trying to figure out what to do with herself. I cried and cried. I said, “This is not a comedy!” All he could say was, “I looked at so many movies, I must have picked the wrong one!”
I’d say!
So I have come up with a great idea. I think the movie industry should put a code on the movie. Let’s call it the “Sweetness and Light” code. They could put a cute little picture of a “sun” on the back cover next to the rating. Then all of the poor husbands who are trying to pick a happy or funny movie will never make a mistake. And all of the pansy people who can’t take any sadness will be able to watch the movies that are full of “Sweetness and Light.”
“Zip-a-dee-do-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay!!”
I was so Scared!
I have had good experiences with dogs and bad experiences with dogs. When I was seven years old my neighbor and friend had a St. Bernard dog. It was huge!! It wasn’t very friendly. If the family was around, he was a nice dog. But when they weren’t around he was so scary. My girlfriend’s home was on the way home from the school bus. One day while walking home, the dog came running out. He didn’t leave the yard, because someone called to him when he started to run after me. I was terrified.
The next day, while walking home I was so scared to walk past the dog, that I went around back of their home and avoided the front altogether. It took a lot longer and well there was this issue with the stickers. The sticker weeds were high, and I was wearing my favorite tights. By the time I got home, they were ruined. I hid them, so my mom wouldn’t find them. I vowed that day, never to let something like that happen again.
I wish when I was a kid that I asked for help more. I don’t know why I didn’t tell my mom or let anyone know I was terrified.
I spend my days now with young children. It helps me to be a kind person, to remember how hard it is to be a child. How sometimes they don’t have words to tell how they feel. I hope I am observant and aware when they are sad.
Totally “Fort Worth” It!
4. The best way to help recent converts stay active is to get them friends. They need some one that will invite them to church and activities and sit with them in sacrament and so forth. That is something that is very important, because even if they have a testimony of it, if they don’t have support from the ward, they won’t want to be there.
Howzit-Elder Flexy!
the week has been great love you





