There's a LOT that has gone on since the last time I blogged.
Will I EVER catch up?
Probably not.
But, I have to write this down somewhere before I forget it.
Sometimes I think that my kids don't listen to me. Wait. Let me re-phrase that. Sometimes I KNOW that my kids don't listen to me, but then something happens and you realize what you've been trying to teach them actually got through their heads.
Today, we were on our way home from dessert .. we like to do that now .. have dinner at home and then go on over to the drive thru at "Old Mac Donalds" (Mallory has called it that for years) and get an Oreo McFlurry for me and some Vanilla Cones for the kids. On our way home, a guy on a motorcycle got in front of us and Mallory asked, "Where is he going? Is he going to our house?" I said, "I hope not, cause we don't know him. I don't want a stranger at our house." Then Mallory said, "Sometimes strangers come into people houses and they take food and toys." I said, "Isn't that sad that people make bad choices like that?" Then Mallory said, "Yeah, cause then they don't have the Holy Ghost to be with them anymore."
I love the simple understanding that children have of gospel principles (and moral standards). If you do something wrong, then you don't have the spirit with you. I hope that my kids will strive to make the right choices, to always have the Holy Ghost with them, to be a guide and a protection to them throughout this life. It's my prayer for them.
This last weekend, we were able to sit at the feet of our Prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, his wonderful councelors and twelve apostles as we listened to General Conference. What a blessing that was. I am so grateful for this gospel. I loved watching my kids sit on the couch and say, "Hey! That's President Monson!" or see Zach's face light up when the Tabernacle Choir started singing. You can see how innocent and accepting they are of the spirit. What a blessing.
