Six years ago, today, our sweet Elle left us to return to her Heavenly Father for a time. In the past six years I have felt more joy, sorrow, peace and hope than I would've thought possible.
Throughout Elle's life I felt an overwhelming sense of hope. Since Elle's death I have become fascinated with this concept of hope. Much more elusive than faith and yet just as important in the trifecta of "faith, hope, and charity" I have struggled to understand why I was given this gift.
This past conference Elder Uchtdorf spoke on The infinte power of hope. As I realized the subject matter of his talk I was touched as my prayers and study of the past six years were answered. In his talk he defined hope as "Not the knowledge, but rather the abiding trust that the Lord will fulfill His promise to us. It is confidence that if we live according to God's laws...we will receive desired blessings in the future. It is believing and expecting that our prayers will be answered." Throughout her life, we prayed desperately for Elle to recieve a new heart. And I felt hope, even confidence that she would. I now see that what I felt, and was blessed with, was an assurance that God was listening to our prayers, my prayers. The tender and pleading prayers of a mother that her precious daughter be made whole.
Although those prayers were not answered in the time or manner that I desperately desired I have no doubt that they will be answered. "No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heard of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him."
The next time I see Elle she will be whole. My daughter's heart will be perfect and she will be mine, she will be mine forever.
This is what I have hope for, this is what I have hope in; the atonement and resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ. A miracle so glorious, so eternal that it encompasses all other miracles and allows me to "make a courageous decision to hope even when everything around us contradicts this hope...as one writer expressed 'in the depth of winter we find within us the invincible summer."
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Our Sweetheart Sunshine
***Warning: In a departure from this blogger's usual style this post may contain few pictures, border on verbose and may even reveal deep, dark feelings***
Our precious, perfect daugther, Elle
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Happy Halloween!!!
We had a wonderful Halloween made even more special and fun by a visit from Grandma Diane and Grandpa Don. The boys were thrilled to have them here for the festivities and I think we packed a weeks worth of activites/cuddles/wrestling into 4 days.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
UPDATE
Grayson is now sleeping with his WALL-E shoes. I'm not sure if this validates Reed's point or mine.
Monday, October 20, 2008
New Shoes
It started innocently enough. Scott needed to pick up some tennis shoes for training, so I sent Reed and the boys shoe shopping with him. Next thing I know Mattson and Grayson are the proud owners of brilliant, gorgeous, flashing character shoes.
Put that down as number 101 of things I swore I'd NEVER do as a parent. On the plus side, they do love them and they are definitely snazzy
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Airshow, Part 1.
This saturday we headed up to Dobbins Air base for their airshow. We're already schedule to go to Jacksonville, Fl next friday for the NAVY airshow, but since they won't have F-22, or the Thunderbirds we HAD to go to this one too (according to Reed). I'll have to admit, the F-22 were pretty cool and the weather was beautiful, so it was a great way to spend a Saturday.
This is GREAT!!!
***We also had the great pleasure of having Scott in town. Reed loved having his first best friend around (3rd grade) and Matts loved having the best seat in the house (Scott's VERY tall)
Singin' in the rain
When it's cold and rainy what are two busy boys to do? Read books? No. Bake cookies? No. Paint? No. Help Daddy wash the car? YES!
The Littlest helper
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