Written For Our Day

 


Our family recently finished reading this book. It is not the first time and it won't be the last, but I think it was one of my favorite. Our 16 year old challenged us to finish it, as a family, before school ended; that meant that we would need to read 11 pages a day for about two weeks. We DID it and  finished it the day before school ended! Thanks for the challenge Britta! It is my favorite book. It brings me peace, solace and a greater understanding of what I am supposed to be doing with my life. If you would like to know more, you can check it out here:
http://www.mormon.org/beliefs/book-of-mormon
Once you are there, you can scroll to the bottom of the page and with one click of the button, you can get your very own copy for FREE.

We are missionaries!

by Pat

Mother’s Day, June 11, we spoke in our ward sacrament meeting.  Monday we began our week at the MTC.  We were there from about 8 (except Monday was 10) until 4:30.  Our instruction and experience was fun, enlightening, motivating, and inspiring.  The young teachers were so prepared, engaging, capable, respectful, helpful, encouraging—I was in awe of their abilities and spirit.  Our role play in the teaching resource center was such an opportunity to discover our strengths and weakness, how we work as a companionship, how the Spirit testifies of truth even when we’re pretending—powerful!  We are so grateful for the privilege of being trained at the MTC.
 

The past two weeks have provided about 12 additional hours of our-mission-specific instruction.  Our mission president has assigned a senior couple to be his assistants over the senior missionaries.  Once we’re all called and in place, there will be about 330 of us serving in the 165 stakes in our mission—what a bunch of old loose cannons. :)  We have also had our first zone conference and first district meeting.  Last week we had a personal interview with the mission president but don’t expect to have one again.  He’s pretty busy with 260 young missionaries, so we will have quarterly interviews with his assistant.  We’ve turned in 2 weekly reports and written 2 letters to the assistant—so you know we really are missionaries.

We do, however, get our marching orders from our stake president, so we’ve met with his presidency, the stake high councilor over missionary work, the young elders who serve in our stake (and 2 others), and the stake clerk—now our best friend, who has supplied us with all kinds of lists and maps and charts and statistics so we can be familiar with the 11 wards and their leaders.  We’ve attended 7 sacrament meetings, spoken in 1, attended 2 missionary coordination meetings, and have our Sundays full of attending and speaking for the rest of the month.

And…we have actually met a few times with a non-member and twice with a young prospective elder.  We’ve made some visits as prompted and truly love it when the Spirit speaks.  

With all this Merlin has not felt well for 2 weeks and has been downright sick a couple days, today being one of them.  He has bronchitis and might have another 2 weeks before it’s gone.  We’re finding it’s really hard for the companionship when one of us is down, but we’re trusting that the promised renewal of his body will kick in here soon after he endures the trial.

Speaking of—we have not yet resolved our business issues completely but have done what we can and now trust the Lord and His timing.  Merlin is not completely free and that is disappointing and stressful, but how would he function without stress?!  Actually, I’m ready to see, and we’re confident things will work out one way or another soon.

We know it’s our time and place to serve, and we’ve been blessed that we’ll be able to do some amazing things.  Our stake president has incredible vision, and we’re trying to see what he sees.  We are really loving the work and are energized by it.  We invite you all to be member missionaries.  It’s always been our call, but now we’re all part of this exciting hastening.  We testify that as we prayerfully ask, we will be led to make this who we are and what we are about every day—our new way of life until the Savior comes.  And Elder Fish and I promise that there is power and protection and happiness in this work that we each need and will enjoy in our families and in our individual lives.

FINALLY!

Merlin and Pat have changed their names to Elder and Sister Fish for the next 22 1/2 months. Yesterday, Sister Fish/grandma Pat, asked Sydney what she was going to do tomorrow (today) to "hasten the work". We decided that we would post something on the blog.

This is Sydney's quote that she chose to share today:

Wherever you live, any place in the world, you have access to the missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They are a wonderful resources for service and answers to questions about who we are, where we came from and what happens after we die.

And here is mine, it was given by a president of our church:
“I have considered that it has been my mission, having been so impressed, I think, by the Spirit of the Lord in my travels in the stakes of Zion, to say unto the people that now is the day of repentance and to call upon the Latter-day Saints to remember their covenants, the promises they have made with the Lord, to keep his commandments, and follow the teachings and the instructions of the elders of Israel—the prophets of God—as they have been recorded in these holy scriptures. In all things we should walk humbly and circumspectly before the Lord that we might be blessed and guided by his Holy Spirit. I think this is the day of warning. It has been a time of warning from the day when the prophet first received the manifestation from the heavens that the gospel was to be restored.”³ Joseph Fielding Smith

My parents get to teach people about Jesus Christ and His church and His role as our Savior and Redeemer for just about 2 years, full time. It's awesome!

How I feel about sharing the title of "Griffin's mom" — thoughts on open adoption

by candace

As I woke up on the morning of Griffin's first birthday I felt a little like something was missing. I let my thoughts wonder to the year before, the events of that Sunday morning in Arizona. As I reflected I thought about how Heidi must have felt as she was wheeled into a c-section that she had informed me she wanted to avoid if at all possible, how she felt as she watched a nurse comb griffins hair into a little Mohawk while she was still in recovery, and how she felt as Dave and I walked into her room to take this perfect, beautiful baby from her life. 

Within days of finding out that we couldn't have children I was filling out adoption paperwork. I knew that I had to do my part, and do it quickly. Suddenly we had to decide if we wanted to choose if we had a boy or girl first, if we were cool enough to raise children that we a different race than we were, if we were willing to take on the complications of a fetal alcohol baby, if we wanted to have an open adoption. We didn't know much about open adoptions. I remember the case worker encouraging us in that direction. "It's just more people to love the child." Little did I know how profound that statement would become.

Heidi first contacted us in May and told us she was due with a boy in early September. We were reeling with questions but didn't really know when or how to ask so we moved forward with our communication cautiously. One morning in June as I was running out the door to be a leader at our youth camp I decided to check my email before I left. There was an email from Heidi telling us that she wanted us to be the parents of her unborn child.
  

There we were, in late July, knocking on the door of Heidi's parents' home. Two hours later we left feeling full. Full of love. They became family that day. They already loved that baby so much that they were willing to place him with a couple that they knew were his parents. I was blown away by their surety. In the middle of the conversation Heidi interrupts, "He keeps moving when you talk...come feel!"  They genuinely cared about us and they made it so easy for us to love them.

Over the next several weeks I learned so much about love and family from that wonderful family. They loved and supported Heidi and they loved and supported us. In the hospital room that Sunday Griffin was born there was no doubt that he was so lucky to have so many people to love him...from all three sides of his family.
   

As the excitement of Griffin's first birthday progressed throughout the day I knew exactly what was missing. Heidi. I supposed that this birthday brought more pain than joy for her. I wanted her in my home, standing next to me, feeling what I was feeling. I wanted his smiles to brings smiles to her face. I wanted her to laugh as he hesitantly played with his chocolate cake and ate his birthday presents. I wanted this day to be a day of joy for her.
 

Each year on his birthday I find myself feeling the same way and each year my hope is that some of that pain is replaced with joy. I hope that all of that pain is replaced with joy. Because she did something incredible. And will always be family. She is his birth mom. And always will be. And we love her for it.

Happy Birth Mother's Day Heidi!