The Healing Gift

“And to others it is given to have faith to heal.” – Doctrine and Covenants 46:20

I’ve been wallowing a bit.  My bishop asked me to serve in the nursery at church.  He firmly believes a “precious little one” has the power to heal a broken heart.  I have my doubts.  Especially when one of the precious little ones told me she doesn’t like my hair cut and that I have a big belly.  Precious. Continue reading

Words of Wisdom from an Old Aunt

Sometimes when you’re at the beginning
Of a long trip, it can look frightening.
I’ve been where you are now –
And I’ve made it this far somehow.
I know little of what will happen,
Before you reach the journey’s end.
Though I cannot ease the fear,
Or promise good times to be always near,
I can share what I’ve learned,
When I had my turn.
Always have a smile and a kind word.
Learn to love life and live it for all it’s worth.
Stay true to what you know in your heart,
Don’t let the world tear your dreams apart.
Remember, be thankful each and every day,
Your family is there to help you along the way.
Above all else, the Lord will help you through,
And always know I am there for you.

I realize this isn’t much to give.
But I know now, life is to live.
With only paper and pen,
I am trying to share – friend to friend,
All the lessons I have found,
Because it seems they go around.
I’ve given you my most humble counsel,
And I hope life treats you well.
Know somebody always cares,
And you are in our daily prayers.

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Behind Nicole’s Eyes

In a world that can hold so much fright,
I feel all I can do is hold on tight.
I never knew what hope could do,
Till I looked Behind Nicole’s Eyes.
When my soul was a little gray,
I looked outside and saw a dark day.
I felt no hope till I looked down,
And the answer I found,

Behind Nicole’s Eyes,
Beats the rhythm of her song.
Behind Nicole’s Eyes,
Is the hope of a new dawn.
And when I try to dream,
What the world can be
The answer screams
And I realize,
Our hope lies,
Behind Nicole’s Eyes.

They have been known to hold fire and heart,
Sometimes a world apart.
Usually filled with hope and fun
And as always the magic’s done,
Behind Nicole’s Eyes.

When I’m feeling I can’t go on,
I look for the rhythm of Nicole’s song,
Behind Nicole’s Eyes.

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Krista’s Prayer

Before leaving our heavenly home,
Father may have sent you with a prayer.
I can only imagine what was said for you,
Since I wasn’t there.

“My dear precious one,”
He said as you sat upon his lap,
“Dear sweet little soul,
The time has come for you to leave this home now,
But please remember your goal.
Oh, how I want you to succeed.
I want you to win this important race
In order to do that,
You must forget, for a little while, this place.
But I am sending you to a faithful,
Loving home.
A special place that waits for you,
And where you will not be alone.
I am giving you many gifts
To help your spirit grow.
Many blessings to help you,
Like a mother who will love you so.
You will also have a father
Who is there to see you through.
The two of them are there and waiting
And will help you to stay true.
You’ll get to have two sisters,
Who will become your best friends.
And soon you’ll have a brother,
To stand by you till the end.
And a host of others,
Who are waiting there with love.
Because they realize,
You are a gift from here above.
Dear child of mine, dear little one.
My dear Krista Lyn, you have done well
While you have been here,
And you have hearkened faithfully to counsel.
Though you won’t remember any of this,
Truth with have a familiar chime.
There are gifts you have now,
And others you will discover over time.
You have the choice how to use your gifts,
But do not use them for the wrong.
If you will turn your gifts to me,
I will make them right, and true, and strong.
Temptations will come.
You have no need to fear or cower.
You have the gifts you need
To become a woman of honor and power.
A will as steady and strong
As the mighty oak that grows.
Some will try to turn you,
But stay close to me, I’ll fight your foes.
An imagination to lift your thoughts
As if on eagle’s wings.
Sights only you will know unless
You help others see what you are seeing.
A smile and laugh to be treasured,
And a delightful wit.
Remember to share them often,
To brighten those you are with.
I’m sending a friend with you,
Though you won’t see or know her.
A veiled guide for you,
An angel on your shoulder.
But remember, remember my dear Krista Lyn,
When your long, fruitful life is over,
Come home to me, again.

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A Conversation about M&M’s

My oldest niece has the monogram MM. Of course with that built-in born-awesomeness she has adopted M&M candy as her unofficial mascot. So yes, this is a real conversation.  And no, it isn’t weird.
“I like the brown M&M,” she said. “Because she’s smart and sexy.”
“And mean,” I replied.
She raised an eyebrow at me.
I explained the new M&M commercial.

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Buddies

My cell phone buzzed at work the other day.  It was a call from my oldest niece, Lyn.  I hesitated to answer it because every single time I check my phone, my boss walks in.  Cell phones are a no-no at work.  But Lyn rarely calls me and I remembered the time when she called and it was an emergency.  I decided to be brave (family trumps work after all) and answered.

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Nic’s Chicks

My niece Nic has chicks.  In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks.  They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens.  Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis.  I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens.  So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper.  That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.

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The Connection

People in a small town are interwoven as if connected by a giant spider web.  Be careful who you talk about, there’s a chance the subject of your story is related to the listener!

It was a small group of people who gathered around the opening in the earth.  If the deceased man had friends while living, none were compelled to brave the biting cold weather to bid him farewell.  Winter in Wyoming reaches inside a person and clenches the bones.  So, only a few family members came to say goodbye.  And only those that felt obligated to come.

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7,670 Days

What can you do in 7,670 days?  To answer that, you might have to think of what you were doing 7,670 days ago.  Let me tell you what I was doing.  It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year of high school.  I was finishing my sweet 16 year and quickly approaching my 17th birthday at the end of summer.  On June 16, 1990, I finished working my shift at K-Mart and came home to get some supper.  It was probably close to 9:30pm and my sisters were downstairs watching the Little Mermaid.  My mom was house-sitting for a friend and my dad had taken her there for the night.  All was calm.

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