The family whose son I watch during the week call me their nanny. I haven't ever called myself that with any other family I have worked for, but I suppose it's true. I have a schedule 4 days a week with them. They don't have to call me and tell me when to come over and I don't knock on the door or ring the door bell when I come in. I just come in. That's mostly because they aren't usually there when I get there. I also do light house work for them and I wash their son's bedding and clothes weekly. I know what foods he will eat and not eat. I know how to put him to bed and know when he is ready for bed by the look on his face. I could even tell you his evening poop schedule. Don't worry, I'll spare you the details.
So I guess that makes me a nanny. I'll take it.
Today Jacob, their son, decided to initiate me in to the nannying world by throwing up all over me. And when I say all over me...I literally mean all over me. It was on him too, and the floor, and the area rug, and the couch, my clothes, his clothes, his hair, everywhere. One minute everything was fine. We were discussing some very deep philosophical principles of Sponge Bob Square Pants, and the next minute I was covered in vomit. We were covered.
His dad walked in about 60 seconds later. He was already stripped down at that point and I was running his bath water. He was hysterical, shaking, and drooling. I was trying to be calm and soothing as I rushed but he just screamed. He screamed in the bath too (which only lasted about 60 seconds total) and as I put him in his pajamas. When we came out to the living room again his dad was cleaning up the vomit that I had left there when it all went down. I rocked Jacob as best I could, trying not to get any of the vomit still on me, on his clean pajamas. I gave him to his dad when he was done and I changed. It just so happened I had brought my workout clothes with me, which I was going to change into anyways. Thankfully not sooner.
Parents will tell you it's a smart idea to bring a change of clothes for your toddler when you are out and about. They are the best at soiling their clothes, whether it be with bodily fluids or with mud or whatever. They are little tiny professional at this task. I would like to add that I discovered first hand that it is also smart to bring along a change of clothes for everyone involved. Cause you just never know.
Thanks Jacob for the lesson. The sounds, smells, and sights of it all have been tattooed on my memory.
Good thing you're so cute. :)
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Retail Therepy
I have been wanting to buy new makeup for some time now. My current makeup is old and almost gone and I just wanted to switch up some of my colors. I decided to go to Target to buy new stuff. I knew it wasn't going to be cheap to buy all new makeup, but I felt like Target would give me some good stuff without vastly overcharging me.
I was having sort of a sucky day when I had planned to replace my makeup. I should just tell you that being in a bad mood and going to target are not good combinations for your wallet.
So I went to target and picked out some new makeup. I expected to spend about $60 total. But then I got caught in the dollar isle. Then I decided to try on some clothes. That made me more depressed. Before I left, I found myself in the shoe isle. That was my downfall.
New makeup, several dollar items, and 4 pairs of shoes later. I was checking out with 200 less dollars in my pocket. Yeah. 200!
I have been thinking of returning the two pairs on the right. I have worn the two on the left already and I love them. We will see.
Also, you see that lipstick in the top picture? Yeah. That was my bold purchase. I got my inspiration from my good friend Amy who rocks bright red lipstick on occasion. I thought why not?
Red lipstick rocks!
I was having sort of a sucky day when I had planned to replace my makeup. I should just tell you that being in a bad mood and going to target are not good combinations for your wallet.
So I went to target and picked out some new makeup. I expected to spend about $60 total. But then I got caught in the dollar isle. Then I decided to try on some clothes. That made me more depressed. Before I left, I found myself in the shoe isle. That was my downfall.
New makeup, several dollar items, and 4 pairs of shoes later. I was checking out with 200 less dollars in my pocket. Yeah. 200!
I have been thinking of returning the two pairs on the right. I have worn the two on the left already and I love them. We will see.
Also, you see that lipstick in the top picture? Yeah. That was my bold purchase. I got my inspiration from my good friend Amy who rocks bright red lipstick on occasion. I thought why not?
Red lipstick rocks!
So there you have it. Stay away from Target on bad days. ha!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
It's All Relative
The past few months have found me busy with lots of things to do. Too much to do probably. I have discovered amongst the craziness of it all, that I get done as much as I want to get done. I prioritize things and I get done as much as I decide to do that day. That may seem obvious to you, but when life is busy you feel like you "don't have time" for anything. That's not really true. You have time for what you make time for.
The past few months I have been "making time" for work, nannying, babysitting (for other families), a painting certification course, dieting (it takes time, trust!), working out, sleep (I guess), speaking in church, teaching RS (sunday school), institute class, family history class, a second (church) calling, making food (for said institute class), hanging out with friends...etc.
I thought I was busy. There were moments when I thought, I just don't want to do this much anymore. I'm tired. There were times when I thought, I can't do this. Life is funny when you make statements like I can't. It tests your limits sometimes. It makes you see that you are much more capable than what you had previously thought. I discovered this most recently when I got a text from a friend asking if I would watch her dog for the next week while she was out of town. She seemed desperate and I don't really say no to people unless I genuinely cannot do what they are asking of me. I clarified that this dog could go 8 hours without being let out to go to the bathroom. Arrangements were made and 30 minutes later a white fluffy dog was at my apartment sniffing all the nooks and crannies.
A few months back I was sitting around talking with someone about jobs and finances when he said to me, "I am just now getting comfortable with what I make..." I remembering thinking, if I only made what you make, I would be living the high life. Before I could even make a face at him, he finished his thought, saying, "...for the life I have built. It's all relative." I have thought about that phrase several times since then. He is comfortable with what he makes. I would feel rich making that much. And someone else who struggles to make much more than minimum wage would kill for my current salary.
I am just beginning to discover that we have the lives we build for ourselves. Sure life can help you out with great experiences or opportunities. You could be blessed with some amazing talent or ability. Or life could be constantly handing you a crappy hand that has surely been stacked against you for some time now. But in the end we all get to choose the life we make for ourselves. We pick up the cards we have and we play the best we can with what we've got. We create our own attitudes towards our situations. We react how we choose to react. We smile as much as we choose to smile. We remember our blessings as often as we choose to remember them.
So I had this dog that I was now caring for who was making my life busier. I was having to make multiple trips home a day in between my jobs and working out. I was really beginning to resent living on the 3rd floor and just how tiring it is to walk up and down 36 steps a dozen times a day. I was (for the first time since living here) annoyed with some distant neighbor who was letting their dog (faintly) bark at 1 am which was making "my" dog bark at 1 am and causing very little sleep to happen among anyone. I didn't want to have to pick up poop from my floor or run up the 3 flights of stairs only to throw my stuff down, strap a lease to a dog and run back down the stairs and then pick up more poop from the grass.
I remember multiple times telling a friend that all I wanted was my busy life back sans dog. Funny how the "busy" before was all I wished for after I got busier.
The dog did go home eventually and I felt relief for being back to my 14 hour work days and nothing else.
The past few months I have been "making time" for work, nannying, babysitting (for other families), a painting certification course, dieting (it takes time, trust!), working out, sleep (I guess), speaking in church, teaching RS (sunday school), institute class, family history class, a second (church) calling, making food (for said institute class), hanging out with friends...etc.
I thought I was busy. There were moments when I thought, I just don't want to do this much anymore. I'm tired. There were times when I thought, I can't do this. Life is funny when you make statements like I can't. It tests your limits sometimes. It makes you see that you are much more capable than what you had previously thought. I discovered this most recently when I got a text from a friend asking if I would watch her dog for the next week while she was out of town. She seemed desperate and I don't really say no to people unless I genuinely cannot do what they are asking of me. I clarified that this dog could go 8 hours without being let out to go to the bathroom. Arrangements were made and 30 minutes later a white fluffy dog was at my apartment sniffing all the nooks and crannies.
A few months back I was sitting around talking with someone about jobs and finances when he said to me, "I am just now getting comfortable with what I make..." I remembering thinking, if I only made what you make, I would be living the high life. Before I could even make a face at him, he finished his thought, saying, "...for the life I have built. It's all relative." I have thought about that phrase several times since then. He is comfortable with what he makes. I would feel rich making that much. And someone else who struggles to make much more than minimum wage would kill for my current salary.
I am just beginning to discover that we have the lives we build for ourselves. Sure life can help you out with great experiences or opportunities. You could be blessed with some amazing talent or ability. Or life could be constantly handing you a crappy hand that has surely been stacked against you for some time now. But in the end we all get to choose the life we make for ourselves. We pick up the cards we have and we play the best we can with what we've got. We create our own attitudes towards our situations. We react how we choose to react. We smile as much as we choose to smile. We remember our blessings as often as we choose to remember them.
So I had this dog that I was now caring for who was making my life busier. I was having to make multiple trips home a day in between my jobs and working out. I was really beginning to resent living on the 3rd floor and just how tiring it is to walk up and down 36 steps a dozen times a day. I was (for the first time since living here) annoyed with some distant neighbor who was letting their dog (faintly) bark at 1 am which was making "my" dog bark at 1 am and causing very little sleep to happen among anyone. I didn't want to have to pick up poop from my floor or run up the 3 flights of stairs only to throw my stuff down, strap a lease to a dog and run back down the stairs and then pick up more poop from the grass.
I remember multiple times telling a friend that all I wanted was my busy life back sans dog. Funny how the "busy" before was all I wished for after I got busier.
The dog did go home eventually and I felt relief for being back to my 14 hour work days and nothing else.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Painting Instructor
Guys I did it! I am certified painting instructor! What WHAT!!
Here is the certificate to prove it.
Here is the certificate to prove it.
These are the paintings I did during the course:
There was one more I did but its not done yet. Close, but not quite done.
So what's next?
Well I am pretty busy with work and babysitting at the moment but babysitting will slow down in mid April. In the mean time I plan to attend some painting classes to just watch and maybe help people so I can get a better feel of the teaching part of it. I also plan to try and teach some free classes to some friends so that I can learn how to do it. If you want to take a free painting class sometime soon, hit me up!
Happy Mediums
Sometime in my younger years I decided that life was about happy mediums or what I sometimes call maintenance.
I have known for quite some time that I am not good with this concept. I don't know why it is so hard for me to maintain. I sometimes wish I could live in a world were things like that were easier for me or came more naturally to me.
Let me give you some examples. It's easier to clean a few dishes every day then to not clean a single dish for 2 weeks and then have to hunker down and spend 2 hours washing dishes and trying to get rid of all of the grossness that had started to grow in your kitchen sink. (Not that I have ever done that. haha) While it is nice to not have to do dishes for those 2 weeks, was it worth it to have a messy kitchen the whole time and have to do all that cleaning?
Or, it would be easier to maintain a healthy lifestyle of good eating and regular exercise than to realize you are 30 lbs overweight, can't fit into a dress you have to wear in a month, and have to go on some crash diet of 500 cal/day and 3 hour workouts/day until you are where you want to be again.
This past November I participated in the NaNoWriMo, like I did the year before. This time I started on time. I was feeling good. I was a little ahead of schedule, and then...I did what I always seem to do. I started to lose momentum and things started to fall apart. I told myself that it was okay and that I could make it up. That "I have time." Unfortunately that never really happened. Eventually I quit the NaNo. I was frustrated with my story and it's progress and I sold into the idea that I was just too busy and it was okay to quit.
I watched as my friends who were doing the NaNo progress along happily. I was jealous. I wanted to be happily moving at a maintainable pace. I looked at my progress and realized that if was going to finish I would have a lot of ground to make up.
Apparently this is where I thrive in life. I am a procrastinator at heart who usually starts off well, stalls in the middle, and then pulls things out in the last minute. That usually also includes a large amount of time and stress, all which could have been avoided if I had just kept moving the whole time.
These are my stats from this past NaNo. See there in the middle where I struggled? This graph is sort of like a picture of my life (which is utterly depressing). You could look at it two different ways.
One: That I waste a lot of time being a procrastinator and making up for lost time. That procrastinating is stupid and unnecessary and well rounded individuals don't live their lives this way.
Or two: I always finish. Good, bad, exhausted, and/or stressed...it gets done, and there is something be said for finishing.
I live somewhere in the middle of these two ideas.
For example:
I wish that my apartment wasn't in a constant state of either chaos or "don't touch anything, it is finally clean."
I wish I could just learn how to eat decent and work out a few times a week as a lifestyle and not be on either extreme of a) not caring what I eat and not working out, or b)spending 10 hours a week working out and feeling like I could kill someone because being overly hungry makes me angry and hateful.
I wish that being bored didn't make me lazy and being busy didn't make me stressed.
Some of you are thinking, just suck it up. Get over it being hard and figure it out. Or the cliche I live by all too often, Fake it til you make it. That is good advise. I guess I just haven't mastered it yet.
Is there a point in life where we are suppose to have it all together? Like an age where we will have arrived? Have I already passed that age yet? Am I desperately behind? I don't know. Don't tell me if I am.
I don't really have a solution to this "problem" of mine. Your thoughts and advice are welcome.
Oh and just so you know, I did finish the NaNo (as pictured above) just like I always do. I am proud of myself for finishing but it does leave a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth when thinking about doing it again this year.
I have known for quite some time that I am not good with this concept. I don't know why it is so hard for me to maintain. I sometimes wish I could live in a world were things like that were easier for me or came more naturally to me.
Let me give you some examples. It's easier to clean a few dishes every day then to not clean a single dish for 2 weeks and then have to hunker down and spend 2 hours washing dishes and trying to get rid of all of the grossness that had started to grow in your kitchen sink. (Not that I have ever done that. haha) While it is nice to not have to do dishes for those 2 weeks, was it worth it to have a messy kitchen the whole time and have to do all that cleaning?
Or, it would be easier to maintain a healthy lifestyle of good eating and regular exercise than to realize you are 30 lbs overweight, can't fit into a dress you have to wear in a month, and have to go on some crash diet of 500 cal/day and 3 hour workouts/day until you are where you want to be again.
This past November I participated in the NaNoWriMo, like I did the year before. This time I started on time. I was feeling good. I was a little ahead of schedule, and then...I did what I always seem to do. I started to lose momentum and things started to fall apart. I told myself that it was okay and that I could make it up. That "I have time." Unfortunately that never really happened. Eventually I quit the NaNo. I was frustrated with my story and it's progress and I sold into the idea that I was just too busy and it was okay to quit.
I watched as my friends who were doing the NaNo progress along happily. I was jealous. I wanted to be happily moving at a maintainable pace. I looked at my progress and realized that if was going to finish I would have a lot of ground to make up.
Apparently this is where I thrive in life. I am a procrastinator at heart who usually starts off well, stalls in the middle, and then pulls things out in the last minute. That usually also includes a large amount of time and stress, all which could have been avoided if I had just kept moving the whole time.
These are my stats from this past NaNo. See there in the middle where I struggled? This graph is sort of like a picture of my life (which is utterly depressing). You could look at it two different ways.
One: That I waste a lot of time being a procrastinator and making up for lost time. That procrastinating is stupid and unnecessary and well rounded individuals don't live their lives this way.
Or two: I always finish. Good, bad, exhausted, and/or stressed...it gets done, and there is something be said for finishing.
I live somewhere in the middle of these two ideas.
For example:
I wish that my apartment wasn't in a constant state of either chaos or "don't touch anything, it is finally clean."
I wish I could just learn how to eat decent and work out a few times a week as a lifestyle and not be on either extreme of a) not caring what I eat and not working out, or b)spending 10 hours a week working out and feeling like I could kill someone because being overly hungry makes me angry and hateful.
I wish that being bored didn't make me lazy and being busy didn't make me stressed.
Some of you are thinking, just suck it up. Get over it being hard and figure it out. Or the cliche I live by all too often, Fake it til you make it. That is good advise. I guess I just haven't mastered it yet.
Is there a point in life where we are suppose to have it all together? Like an age where we will have arrived? Have I already passed that age yet? Am I desperately behind? I don't know. Don't tell me if I am.
I don't really have a solution to this "problem" of mine. Your thoughts and advice are welcome.
Oh and just so you know, I did finish the NaNo (as pictured above) just like I always do. I am proud of myself for finishing but it does leave a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth when thinking about doing it again this year.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The Dark Knight: Part II
Dear Kit,
I thought we had worked things out. I thought we were friends. But you just couldn't let me have it, could you? You just couldn't let me have one month where was I not making a "car payment?"
We discussed this. When I paid you off last month I patted your hood and told you that you were officially mine. And then I got your title from the bank and we celebrated in all of its official awesomeness.
And then you decide to lash out at me?! You pick the coldest morning in the last month to decide not to start?! What did I do to you that made you so angry? Were you also factoring in all of my neighbors leaving earlier than me for work and/or being extra sick with the flu and not able to jump your battery, or was that just a "happy accident?"
I am sure you laughed at my misfortune when I realized that I had jump you every time I wanted to turn you back on, and I have no doubts you laughed even harder when the repair man made me feel like I was a crazy person for thinking that my broken CD player (which was running on a constant basis even with the car turned off, and therefore potentially running down the battery) could be causing the problem. And then when he told me that the player worked "perfect" when they looked at it, only to have it malfunction 20 minutes after leaving the dealership. Was it also amusing to you when he handed me the bill for hundreds of dollars and a list of "other suggestions" that I should replace/fix soon?
Let. Me. Be. Clear. I stopped owning cars that broke down constantly and needed something fixed regularly when I started a career and purchased you. I will not go back! Let this serve as your second and final warning. You will be traded in for an upgrade if you keep acting this way. Temper tantrums are not a good color on you.
Seriously,
Your Broke Owner
I thought we had worked things out. I thought we were friends. But you just couldn't let me have it, could you? You just couldn't let me have one month where was I not making a "car payment?"
We discussed this. When I paid you off last month I patted your hood and told you that you were officially mine. And then I got your title from the bank and we celebrated in all of its official awesomeness.
And then you decide to lash out at me?! You pick the coldest morning in the last month to decide not to start?! What did I do to you that made you so angry? Were you also factoring in all of my neighbors leaving earlier than me for work and/or being extra sick with the flu and not able to jump your battery, or was that just a "happy accident?"
I am sure you laughed at my misfortune when I realized that I had jump you every time I wanted to turn you back on, and I have no doubts you laughed even harder when the repair man made me feel like I was a crazy person for thinking that my broken CD player (which was running on a constant basis even with the car turned off, and therefore potentially running down the battery) could be causing the problem. And then when he told me that the player worked "perfect" when they looked at it, only to have it malfunction 20 minutes after leaving the dealership. Was it also amusing to you when he handed me the bill for hundreds of dollars and a list of "other suggestions" that I should replace/fix soon?
Let. Me. Be. Clear. I stopped owning cars that broke down constantly and needed something fixed regularly when I started a career and purchased you. I will not go back! Let this serve as your second and final warning. You will be traded in for an upgrade if you keep acting this way. Temper tantrums are not a good color on you.
Seriously,
Your Broke Owner
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Family History
I spoke in church last week on the topic of Family History. I will admit that I prepared this talk less than 12 hours before I gave it, so who knows if made sense or not. I don't usually write out talks, but for whatever reason I did this one. If you care to read it, it is below.
Talk -Family
History 1.19.2014
First off I
wanted to introduce myself to any of you that might not know me. My name is Alison and I have lived in
Lewisville for 3 years now. I moved to
Texas in 2009 from Indiana where I was born and raised and went to school. I am also a convert to the church. I joined
when I was as a senior in high school. I
was 17. I was the only member of my
family to join the church.
Today I will be
speaking about Family History. Primarily
doing my family history work and how it
has impacted my life.
First I want to
tell you why Family history is important.
Elder Bednar, in
the October 2011 Conference quoted the Prophet
Joseph Smith saying, “The greatest responsibility in this world that God has
laid upon us is to seek after our dead. … For it is necessary that the sealing
power should be in our hands to seal our children and our dead for the fullness
of the dispensation of times—a dispensation to meet the promises made by Jesus
Christ before the foundation of the world for the salvation of man. … Hence,
God said, ‘I will send you Elijah the prophet’”.
Centuries
before Joseph Smith ever lived the Prophet Malachi prophesied saying, “Behold,
I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful
day of the Lord. And he shall turn the
heart of the fathers to the children and the heart of the children to their
fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.”
In
1836 Elijah the Prophet came to the earth and conferred the keys of the sealing
authority to Joseph Smith. Joseph Smith
said: “By building their temples … and going forth and receiving all the
ordinances … in behalf of all their progenitors who are dead … ; and herein is
the chain that binds the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the children
to the fathers, which fulfills the mission of Elijah.”
Elder
Russell M. Nelson said that the Spirit of Elijah is “a manifestation of the
Holy Ghost bearing witness of the divine nature of the family.”
D&C
128:15 states, “And now, my dearly beloved brethren and sisters, let me assure
you that these are principles in relation to the dead and the living that
cannot be lightly passed over, as pertaining to our salvation. For their salvation is necessary and essential
to our salvation, as Paul says concerning the fathers-that they without us
cannot be made perfect-neither can we without our dead be made perfect.”
I
want to stress to you the importance of what Joseph Smith said there at the end. A lot of times when I think about doing work
for my ancestors I only think about the fact that I am helping them to
progress. I rarely think about it the
other way around. But he said, “They
without us cannot be made perfect-neither
can we without our dead be made perfect.”
I first started
my family history when I was in high school.
They used a different online system then and I just remember feeling so
overwhelmed. That was mostly due to
having so many names and dates in front of me and having so much temple work
ahead of me. I have come to learn over
the years that the Lord doesn’t expect us to do more than we are able. I wonder if it’s not the divine timing of the
Lord that it can sometimes take so long to find peoples names.
The online
system is set up a little differently now and it is much easier to understand
and use. It’s called
FamilySearch.org. Lucky for me I have
two people in my family (who are not members) who love working on family
history. They have done a lot of work for
me on other websites with which we share information. I basically had to start
over (for at least the inputting data part). I remember the first week that I
was in the family history class a few months ago I had one name. It was my own. I promised Brother Bills that I would work on
it over the course of the week and at least add my immediate family into
it. When I added my mom’s name hundreds
of names popped into place on my family tree on her side.
I started
investigating the church when I was 14 years old. At the time I knew absolutely nothing about
the Mormon Church. I had no points of
reference to tell me if looking into it was a good thing or a bad thing. No one at my parent’s church had given a
lesson on “the Mormons” or spoken poorly about the church, that I remember. On
the other hand I don’t remember hearing anything good about the church
either. I simply had a clean slate. Or at least that is what I thought. The truth is there a lot of factors that go
into me standing here in front of you today, a majority of which were made by
others who lived decades and centuries ago.
If you think about it you are the product of every single person that is
in your direct line of ancestors. The
way you look, the accent have, the part of the country you grew up in, the
genetics you possess, the traditions you have learned. It is all tied to your parents and their
parents and their parents before them.
And when you look, you have hundreds and even thousands of people who
you are tied to in some way or another.
At some point
when I was investigating the church I was talking to my mom about the church
and what she thought of me going. I
asked her if she knew anything about the church. All she said to me was, “They grow
gardens.” I think I laughed her because
it was such a random answer. I had
expected her to say something about big families, or polygamy, or Utah, or
something of that nature. But all she
said was “They grow gardens.” I asked
her how she knew that. She told me
something that still impresses me to this day.
She said, “Well, before you were born, the Mormon Church would show
their conference on regular tv. And I
watched it one time. And the leader or
whoever he was advised everyone to grow a garden and how important it was to be
self-sufficient. I have planted a garden
every year since then.” And its true, my
mother still keeps a garden to this day.
To me its pretty impressive that, first of all, she watched General
Conference, and secondly that she is following the prophet’s council even
though she has no real understanding that he truly is a prophet of God.
You may be
wondering what that story has to do with family history. Well despite the fact that I think my mother
is an incredible woman for that and many other reasons, it also, in a small
way, aided in helping me to get to where I am today. When I look back I can see small but
significant things that happened in the lives of my family that helped me join
the church which in turn will help bind me to my family for eternity. I can see now that Heavenly Father was not
only preparing me for this journey, but my family as well.
If you will turn to D&C 138 you will find an
amazing section where Joseph F Smith recounts a vision he had about the
Savior’s visit to the spirits of the dead while his body was in the tomb. I encourage you all to read the whole chapter
because it is packed with amazing insight.
He quotes Peter in verses 7-10 (Read this). Later Joseph F Smith is instructed on how
this worked (32-35). He went on to
instruct in verses (46-50).
I was thinking
about the word “bondage” that he used. I
think about it in reference to my ancestors who came before me and maybe
without knowing it were sent down on a path that will allow them to someday be
redeemed from the world through the Atonement and through the covenants and
ordinances we engage in. They are
waiting for me to do their work. Your
family is waiting for you to do the work that they can no longer do for
themselves.
I don’t know how
many of you have worked on your own family history, but over the last few
months I have come to love it. There is
no other feeling like finding a whole new section of your ancestors that wasn’t
there before, or finally finding a person that has been missing from your tree
for a long time. This was the case for
me a few months ago. I grew up knowing
that my grandfather on my mother’s side was one of 11 children, but when I
looked at my family tree there were only 10 children listed. I looked for the 11th child for
some time. It sort of worried me that I
wouldn’t find out his information. In
fact, I spent much thought worrying about
him. Finally, when I pulled up the
correct census record I found him listed.
It was at this point that he became a real person to me. He wasn’t just the 11th child of a
man and woman who I’ve never met, but he was a real person who was born, made
choices, got married, and had children.
Since then, census
records have become my favorite part of searching for names. Maybe that seems silly, but I love them. When you pull them up you get to see a
picture of the actual census that was taken.
It tells you the names of all the people in the household along with
ages, relationship, and occupation. And
I just think there are so many fascinating things in the census, even down the
handwriting of the census taker.
I was thinking
about censuses the other day and how significant they are to us doing family
history. In the case of my family it is
so interesting to me that something as simple as answering the door, talking to
a census taker and giving him their information so long ago would be a factor
in their eternal salvation.
For those of you
who have other family members who have done most or all of your family history
already, I would encourage you to seek out the stories and information they
have. Get to know the people that came
before you. I can guarantee that
eternity is a lot longer than any amount of time you will spend on this earth,
and that is a long time to spend with people you didn’t bother getting to know. Some of you have families that were early
members of the church. I am sure they have fascinating stories of listening to
the prophet speak, or building temples, or pulling handcarts across the
country. All of us have family that came from other countries, if you go back
far enough. There are fascinating
traditions and cultures all over the world.
I don’t know why
I am the first member of my family to join the church. I don’t know why Heavenly Father blessed me
to be in the right situations, with the right friends to find the gospel. I do
know that He has put his trust in me and is counting on me to help my family,
and therefore myself, progress by doing their work so that we can all live with
Him again. My patriarchal blessing
reminds me to be mindful of those who have passed on before me and that in
doing their temple work they will be able to enjoy the blessings of the gospel
that I now enjoy.
I will be taking
names to the temple in the next few months to do their work for them. I would encourage you to look into your
family history whether your family tree is blank or it is completely full. There are so many resources available to us
now and so many people willing to help you if you need it. I would also encourage you to come to the
temple with the ward and help move the work along. We cannot do it without you.
I know the
gospel is true. I know that Heavenly
Father loves me and all of the people who came before me that have put me here
in the this very moment today. I know
that we can become like the Savior when we help those who have passed on with
the saving ordinances of the gospel. I
am grateful to Him and the sacrifices He made to overcome the sins and sorrows
of the world for me and for you.
I say these
things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
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