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I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I start this blog in an effort to pass on the legacy of light that I have been blessed with because of the gospel of Jesus Christ to my children and their children. I hope that others will benefit as well.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

The Ice Cream Pickle Cake Experiment

This week I am following up on my Ice Cream Pickle Cake blog from a few weeks ago.  I am proud to report that the ice cream pickle cake experiment was a complete success!  Who would have thought that a 4-year-old boy's birthday dream-come-true would be getting his wish for ice cream pickle cake?!  He talked about it for days before his birthday and reminded me that I would be giving it to him for his birthday multiple times.  My "keep it simple, make it fun" plan worked out beautifully!  I killed two birds with one stone--making an Oreo ice cream dessert for Mother's Day and laying deli pickle slices on Cohen's piece in celebration of his birthday which was the day after.  My family was happy because, well, they love my mom's recipe for what is more commonly known as Mud Dessert, and Cohen was happy because he got to celebrate his birthday three days in a row.  Saturday was his super hero party, which was truly super thanks to my awesome daughter.  Then we sang to him and served him his ice cream pickle cake on Sunday, and Monday we had a barbecue for his real birthday.  He described it as having "three 4's."  In other words, he turned 4 three times.

The theory behind the ice cream pickle cake was that if he decided he didn't like the pickles, he could easily remove them from the top and still be left with deliciousness.  However, as the pictures below reveal, the pickles became an integral part of Cohen's Mud Dessert and thus, Ice Cream Pickle Cake was born!

Simple moments make the best memories!



A picture speaks a thousand words.

Recipe for Ice Cream Pickle Cake (aka Mud Dessert with Pickles)
1/2 Gallon (one carton) vanilla ice cream
One 8 oz. carton Cool Whip
Soften both of these and fold or mix together.
30 Oreos crushed
Fold Oreos into ice cream and cool whip.
Beat all with a mixer until soft but not soupy.
Drizzle chocolate syrup all over the bottom of a 9x13 dish.
Spread ice cream mixture evenly in the dish.
Drizzle more chocolate syrup on the top.
Optional:  Crush some of the leftover Oreos and sprinkle on top.
Put in freezer (can make 2-3 days before eating).
Top one or more pieces with deli sliced dill pickles for the brave souls who want to try it Cohen style.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Look Unto Me

A hand outstretched; heart filled with fear,
I do not even feel thee near,
But then above the watery deep,
Thou lifts me from my shadowed sleep.
The cloudy doubts that fill my soul
Are cleansed with thine atoning pull.
I do not know how this is done,
But fear is dead and faith has won.

I look to thee and hope arrives,
Reflecting from thy loving eyes.
And when I cease my faithless fight,
I feel the angels left and right,
Lifting me above the fray
To stand and fight another day,
Till kneeling in my sacred space,
I fall into the arms of grace.



Reference Scriptures:  
Matthew 14:25-31; Doctrine & Covenants 6:36, 84:88; 2 Kings 6:14-17; Isaiah 40:29, 31; Proverbs 3:5-6
                                     


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Rescue

I recently attended a women's conference at Brigham Young University and was profoundly affected by two of the sessions I attended.  This post is an attempt to combine what I learned from both.  Let me preface my thoughts by admitting that I am one of those mothers who has always felt it is her God-given duty to attempt to alleviate, as much as humanly possible, the pain of her children.  It seems that when God made my heart, he attached helicopter blades to it.  I sometimes erroneously feel that rescuing is the most important part of a mother's job description.  However, I am slowly learning that sometimes "the best rescue is not a rescue at all," as quoted from the eloquent title of the women's conference class by the same name.  In actuality, I really only have the power to work out my own salvation, as stated in Phillipians 2:12:  Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence, but so much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.  My job is to grasp hold of my Savior's hand and thus, provide an example of faith to those I love, while offering unconditional love and comfort.  Many times, it is not our hand that our loved ones need in order to be rescued, it is His.

His hand is outstretched still (Isaiah 9:12)
With that precursor, let me tell you what I learned.  First and foremost, God's hand is continually and lovingly outstretched to us, no matter our struggles and sins, but we must be the ones to figuratively grasp it.  He is unfailingly committed to us even if we falter in our commitment to Him.  Sometimes we blame Him for the hurt and disappointment that inevitably confronts us, forgetting that God wouldn't put us through a refiners fire if we weren't worth refining.  Sometimes when that refiners fire seems to be consuming one or more of our children, our natural response is to want to put it out, forgetting that God holds the water.  In fact, he is the water--the Living Water.  In reality, the best thing we can do is to turn our loved ones over to Him.  They are His anyway.  Who better to know what they need for growth and development than their perfect, all-knowing, all-loving Father in Heaven.  

And when he came to himself . . . he arose, and came to his father (Luke 15:11-24)
Think of the parallels we see all around us to the benefits of struggle.  The butterfly must struggle to free itself from the bondage of its chrysalis without any outside help in order to develop strong enough wings to fly.  The bird must peck its way through its egg-shaped prison in order to be strong enough to survive.  The list goes on.  Perhaps God is trying to teach us something.  If the prodigal son's father would have sent his servants to find his son before he lost everything and "came to himself," would he have learned his lesson in those dark days of living among the swine?  No!  The decision to come home had to be his, but when he came home, the comforting arms of his father were waiting.  Our job is to "comfort those that stand in need of comfort" and let the Savior do the rescuing.  We must all come to ourselves and find our own way back into His loving arms.


Therefore let your hearts be comforted . . . for all flesh is in mine hands; be still and know that I am God (Doctrine and Covenants 101:16
If you have ever felt your thoughts racing at ever-increasing speed and obsessing about a struggling family member, if you feel hypervigilant and overly-critical, then you are experiencing something that many loving people experience--codependency.  Simply stated, it is the tendency of a person to have obsessive thoughts about the rescuing of a loved one.  It is Satan's counterfeit to charity (see Moroni 7:5, The Book of Mormon).  I have been in codependent denial most of my life, thinking for the most part that I was a humble person willing to submit to God's will, only to find out that codependency is a pride disease.  I have not been as willing as I should to turn my life and the lives of my loved ones over to God, allowing him to show us our blind spots.  I have been trying to take the motes out of everyone else's eyes rather than getting rid of the blinding beam in my own (see 3 Nephi 14:3-5).  Charity requires me to "be still" and let God take over, listening for the quiet promptings that reveal where my help is needed in His rescue efforts.  Our best defense against the onslaught of emotions that come with a crisis of faith is to gain a personal relationship with Christ.  Next time, I am tempted to rescue a loved one, I must run quickly to the Lord.

Questions and Remembers
Am I unknowingly shaming a loved one in my efforts to enlighten him/her or am I allowing his/her own guilt to do its work?  
Shame's message:  I am something bad.  Shame causes us to flee God.
Guilt's message:  I did something bad.  Guilt turns us to God.

Am I doing something for someone that they could do themselves, thus denying them increased strength from the struggle?  

Remember: Consequences are sometimes the only way our loved ones know that they need help.
Remember: No matter the path that people choose around me.  I must choose love.
Remember:  My loved one is not his weakness and thankfully, I am not mine.
Remember:  Sometimes we have to place all that we have on the altar of faith.

Footnote
The following LDS Women's Conference classes provided much of the information for this post:
We First Seek Unity with Our Father in Heaven and His Son Jesus Christ (Brad Wilcox) 
Sometimes the Best Rescue is Not a Rescue at All (Christine Dixon & Emily Henderson)







Monday, April 25, 2016

Long-Handled Spoons

As illustrated by the following tale, we all sit by a “pot of stew.” A man sought out a respected old sage and said, “O wise one, I would like to know what heaven and hell are like.”
The sage led the man to two doors. He opened one of the doors, and the man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the man’s mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms. Each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The wise man said, “You have seen hell.”
They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew that made the man’s mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons strapped to their arms, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The man said, “I don’t understand!”
“It is simple,” said his venerable guide. “It requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves” (author unknown).

We all have long-handled spoons to deal with in our lives.  They may come in the form of a physical illness or in the silent suffering of emotional illness.  Maybe the heartache of loss makes it difficult to give ourselves the strength to go on, and so we need others with long-handled spoons to feed our aching souls.  Whatever our troubles may be, we have something to offer.  In serving others, we will find ourselves again.  For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will save his life for my sake shall find it (Matthew 16:25).

Friday, April 15, 2016

Ice Cream Pickle Cake

Today's conversation with my 3-year-old grandson Cohen went something like this:
  • Me:  Cohen what do you want for your birthday?
  • Cohen:  I want a super hero party.
  • Me:  I know, your mama's going to throw you a super hero party isn't she? What super hero are you going to be?
  • Cohen:  Well, I like spiders, so I'm going to be spider man.
  • Me (clarifying my first question):  What do you want Grandma to get you for your birthday?
  • Cohen:  Well . . . I want cake and ice cream.
  • Me:  Really, you just want cake and ice cream?
  • Cohen:  Yes, that would be good.
  • Me:  What kind of cake should Grandma make for you?
  • Cohen (very sure of himself):  I think I would like ice cream pickle cake.
This little conversation stuck with me all day.  There is something profound about talking to a very articulate 3-year-old.  Not only did his answers delight me and fill a few minutes of my life with innocent humor, I also recognized that guileless little children have figured out a mantra to live by that most adults have forgotten:  "Keep it simple.  Make it fun."  I think it's we adults that complicate their lives and lead them to believe that everything has to be bigger and better than it was yesterday or the day before or last year.  Think about the memories you have as a child.  The ones I remember most vividly are simple times spent with my family at home--doing the Charleston with my mom or the polka with my dad, lip syncing to the Chipmunks, going on a bear hunt on Thanksgiving, or just watching the Disney movie every Sunday night while Dad pops his family famous popcorn upstairs.

I recently went on a fantastic trip to Disneyland with my sister and her three girls.  I am a self-professed Disneyland fanatic and felt sure my expertise in all things Disneyland would make this the most memorable trip ever for the girls.  I asked one of my nieces what her favorite thing about the trip was, and guess what was number one on her list--swimming in the pool. Amazing!  It's the simple things that make the best memories.  Sometimes we offer Disneyland when they would be satisfied with a swim in the pool!  (This is figurative of course.  Despite this discovery, Disneyland is still my happy place.)

The media is filling our minds with an explosion of new technology, the latest and greatest expensive toys, and Pinterest ideas that will knock your socks off, and out of love and devotion, we make every exhausted effort to give our kids what we think they want.  Sometimes we even feel like we just aren't good enough.  But take it from a wise three-year-old--sometimes a simple super hero party and an ice cream pickle cake will do just fine, because let's be honest, all our family and friends really want and need is for us to put down our own technology and give them our time, attention, and love.  

Now if I can just find a recipe for ice cream pickle cake . . . . . 

Here's the link to a great video:





Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Enough Said

I love this church that I belong to and the comforting, eternal principles I learn from the scriptures and from living prophets.  What would I do without them?!  The following words of inspiration from Thomas S. Monson, a prophet of God and President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints came over Instagram today just when I needed it most.  Amazing how that happens!  A good reminder that God is mindful of me.  I am so grateful to be able to listen to more words like these on Saturday and Sunday during the General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints:
There are times when we will experience heartbreaking sorrow, when we will grieve, and when we may be tested to our limits.  However, such difficulties allow us to change for the better, to rebuild our lives in the way our Heavenly Father teaches us and to become something different from what we were--better than we were, more understanding than we were, more empathetic than we were, with stronger testimonies than we had before.  This should be our purpose--to persevere and endure, yes, but also to become more spiritually refined as we make our way through sunshine and sorrow.  Were it not for challenges to overcome and problems to solve, we would remain much as we are, with little or no progress toward our goal of eternal life.
Enough said.  

Below is a link to one of my new favorite short inspirational videos:
A Shower of Heavenly Blessings