Sunday Sentiments - Serving His Children & Mine

As a mother, one my greatest blessings is to have other adults who love and care for my children. There have been many times in my parenting journey where I have prayed for people to come into my children's lives, love them for who they are, and have a positive influence on them. Those people have been teachers, Church leaders, parents of my kids' friends, and of course, members of our extended family.

I can't do it alone. Scotty and I can't do it alone. We need our village. 

Last Sunday Scotty shared some thoughts in testimony meeting about those who serve in the youth programs of the Church. He begged the question, "Why do they do it? Why do they sacrifice their time and talents and, in many cases, their sleep to serve in these positions when they receive no payment and sometimes no gratitude?" His conclusion was that they love the Savior, and they know that when they serve these kids, they are serving God. 

This got me thinking about what a blessing it is to me when people serve my children. It's one of the greatest services another person can do on my behalf. When you serve my children, you are serving me. 

In the Book of Mormon, King Benjamin taught this truth - that when we serve others, we are serving God. We are His instruments. We are what He has to work with!

If I feel so blessed when people love and care for my children, how grateful is our God when we love and serve His children? And how important is it that we serve the mean one, the awkward one, the annoying one, or the ungrateful one? My kids have been all of those things (and continue to be those things), and they have been loved anyway. That's likely when they need it the most. 

Sometimes I have a hard time recognizing others as children of God, but it's something I'm always working on. I want my children to be loved and cared for in the same way Heavenly Father wants His children to be loved and cared for. When I look at things through a parental lens, it always helps me understand God’s plan more fully.

That time I thought my co-worker was dead

Last week I went into work on a Saturday and thought one of my co-workers was dead inside the building. 

Let me elaborate. 

When I pulled up, there were no cars in the parking lot, so I wasn't expecting anyone else to be there. I walked in, and the lights were on. They usually aren't on if no one is there, but every now and then they get left on, so that wasn't a huge deal. 

As I headed through the building to clock in, I noticed some of my co-worker's belongings on the table. That was strange, but I thought he must have forgotten to take his stuff home on Friday. Then I saw his Zelda purse hanging on the hook, and I knew he never would have left his Zelda purse (it's actually some kind of cross body bag and might not even be a Zelda bag - but in my mind, it's a Zelda purse, and whether or not he has a Zelda purse, he still loves Zelda). 

That was when I concluded that he never went home from work on Friday, and he could be dead in the building. I had Daisy and Zoe with me, and I told them to wait in the break room because I really thought I might find my co-worker dead (I didn't tell them that part - I just said, "Wait here for just a minute").

I walked around the corner and into the work area and found my co-worker... working. 

I jump scared a bit and said, "Oh my gosh, I thought you were dead!"

He smiled and nodded because he had his earbuds in, and he probably had no idea what I was saying. 

I retrieved my daughters and went about my business wondering why on earth was I so quick to assume he was dead rather than think he was just working?

That, my friends, is the key indicator that you've been watching too much Netflix. 

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Today, once again Saturday, I popped into work for a couple of hours, and my boss was there. The first thing she said to me was, “I’m not dead!”

The Condition of my Books

A few days ago I got caught up in reading a bunch of argumentative comments on a social media post about a Little Free Library. It's amazing how anything can become a controversy. The original poster had uploaded a photo of the books she had just added to her Library, and one of them had some permanent marker on it, and the commenters went ballistic! 

The purpose of the post was for the keeper of the Library to express her excitement over the new books she was adding. She was genuinely thrilled to be able to share those selections with someone through her Little Free Library. I get it! That's something I would be happy about, too! Unfortunately, the post became a battle ground over THEE stupidest and most irrelevant opinions. I won't even list the topics people were fighting about because it will kill my brain cells, and I've already lost too many from looking at the comments in the first place. But one topic people were fired up about was the condition of books, and that is what I am going to write about today. 

The other day I shared a picture of my copy of My Name is Asher Lev. 

As you can see, it's lived a good life. It was already beat up when I bought it from the thrift store. It was a library copy, and it still has the library stickers on it. It also has a pocket in the back, which indicates that it circulated during the time of card catalogs. The cover is battered, the pages are yellowed, and it's full of writing and underlining. 

It's so beat up, but it's a treasure! 

Because the book is so worn out, it shows that it has served it's purpose. It has lived up to it's intended use. If I were an author, and I found a copy of my book that looked like this, I would be honored. I hope that Chaim Potok is likewise pleased. 

So my stance on books is that they are meant to show signs of wear. In my personal library, my books are dog-eared. They have food stains on the pages. The text is circled and underlined. The spines are bent. If anything on my bookshelf looks pristine and clean, it's because haven't read it. 

If you have a different stance on books, and you want yours to stay crisp and clean, and the thought of dog-eared pages gives you anxiety, it's okay. We can still be friends. I don't really borrow books from other people, so your books are safe from me! I'm a library/thrift store gal (and nowadays, I'm more of an e-book gal, anyway), so I'm not out to ruin my friends' books. But just know that if you borrow a book from me, I want you to write in it and spill your food on it. 

I want my books to document their journeys. 

Sunday Night Entertainment

We have a Ring doorbell, and right now they are doing free trials of intelligent video descriptions, so when we get notifications that there is someone on our porch, it also tells us what they *might* be doing. I say *might* because the accuracy is touch and go. Sometimes it's so accurate that it's creepy, and other times it's so inaccurate that we get a good laugh over it. 

Last night, during a moment of boredom, I told my kids that we were going to play a game. We took turns going out on the porch and doing something and seeing what description the Ring would give for what was happening out there. 

Here's how it went:

What the doorbell said: A person is walking and looking at their wrist

What was actually happening: Zoe was dancing

What the doorbell said: Two people are walking to the entrance

What was actually happening: Eva was proposing to Daisy

What the doorbell said: A person is standing on the porch holding a potted plant

WINNER! WINNER!

What the doorbell said: A person is carrying a large black object up the porch steps

WINNER! WINNER!

(It was a foam roller)

What the doorbell said: A person is standing on the porch holding a shell

What was actually happening: I was holding an alligator head

What the doorbell said: A child is climbing the stairs

What was actually happening: Zoe was pretending to poop

What the doorbell said: A person is standing on the porch and turning around

What was actually happening: Daisy was pants-ing herself

What the doorbell said: A child is standing on the porch

WINNER! WINNER!

(I mean... it's true... a child was standing on the porch, but she was pretty disappointed that the doorbell didn't acknowledge that she was wearing a Luigi hat)

What the doorbell said: A person is standing on the porch holding a container

What was actually happening: It wasn't just any container! It was a GALLON of MAYO!

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Sunday Sentiments - Thoughts From the Bottom Rung

A few years ago, I had an experience that changed my entire spiritual existence. To explain it would require me to write many chapters. I started writing the story and decided it was just too much (for me and for you), so suffice it to say, a thing happened, and I've been different ever since. 

What I will say is that the change needed to happen - ultimately I think I will be better for it, but it has affected the way I live my faith, and sometimes I feel like I've had a setback that I won't ever recover from. I feel a bit like I slipped down the ladder. 

This week, I read a bit from The Divine Gift of Forgiveness by Elder Neil L. Andersen, and I found this quote that gave me a bit of hope: 

Even if you feel like you are at the very bottom of life's ladder, there is something you can do. You can look up. If all you can manage is to simply lift your eyes to Him, you have done something in an effort to return to Him. You will come to know that He "reaches [your] reaching." You may have a long climb, a steep climb, even a daunting climb, but looking up is an important step as you begin your journey forward... More important than where you are is the direction you face, and especially Whom you face. 

 

When I was in my early twenties, I read the book My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok. In the book, Asher went through a religious journey of his own. I don't know why, but the book had a huge impact on me, and my copy is full of notes and highlights. One quote that stood out strongly to me was this:

A man does not always remain at the same stage. He is always ascending and descending. When he reaches the top, he must concern himself with the probability that he will fall. When he reaches the bottom, he must strive once again to climb to the top. That is the nature of man. When the soul of a man is in his darkest night, he must strive constantly for new light. When one thinks there is only an end, that is when one must struggle for the new beginning.

My copy of Asher Lev

So if you, like me, find yourself in a different spot on the ladder than you think you should be or a different spot than you used to be, give yourself some grace. The Lord will meet us there and help us climb.

Currently (August 2026 Edition)

Reading:

I’m still trying to finish the same books I was reading last month (face palm). 

Wearing: t-shirts and shorts. Survival clothes.

Singing: “Star Gazing.”

Buying: back to school necessities and possibly a new fridge. We’ve had our current fridge for 22 years, and Scotty has been jimmy rigging it to keep it working for the past five, so we’re beginning the research process for a new one. Fortunately, our current fridge still works, so our hands aren't forced. We have time to shop. 

Loving: being super busy at work. We just had a big sale, so we are filling lots of orders, and I love it when it’s busy. 

Hoping: to do an overhaul on my wardrobe soon and get rid of stuff I don’t wear. I don’t want to buy anything new, but I’d like to sort through what I have and make good use of it. 

Listening to:

Suffering from: hotness. I will let you decide if that means temperature or attractiveness. Just know that I am truly suffering.

Wondering: if people who don’t believe in an afterlife wish there was an afterlife. 

Realizing: in six years my kids will all be “adults.”

Trying: to read more and scroll less.

Eating: egg salad sandwiches.

Planning: meals for our next trip (methinks these sloppy joes should make an appearance!)

Thrifting: plates. I love finding new plates for my plate rack. The yellows are my latest finds. I was hoping for salad size plates, but I was happy enough with what I found.

I also found a green salad plate that was an exact replacement for a plate I dropped earlier this year!

Playing:

Watching:

Procrastinating: getting the laundry managed.

Weirded out by: pictures of fingernails on the socials. 

Craving: a trip to Disneyland. The only thing keeping me away is the hot weather (I love Disneyland in the winter the most!)

Annoyed by: GLP-1 commercials on Peacock. 

Enjoying: being in a stroller-free, car seat-free state of existence. 

Feeling: like I’m crazy. This has been one of the worst mental health summers of my life. My self-worth is in the shitter, I am so so angry, and I feel a sense of dread and doom. Other than that, I’m totally hilarious and an absolute delight. Who wants to hang out?

Building:

Missing: New Dragon Diner. 

Looking forward to: fall. It’s still gonna be a while til my happy weather.

Grateful for: ibuprofen.

Went Away

Yesterday I posted about some of the things I love coming home to after a trip. We've been on a few quick trips lately, thus turning my thoughts in that direction. 

First we took our girls down to Snow College for FSY. It was Daisy's 2nd time going and Zoe's 1st. When Zoe pointed out to me at the beginning of the year that she was old enough to go to FSY, I about tossed my cookies. 

At the end of the week, we had to pick them up at 6:30 in the morning. Snow College is about two hours away, so we took advantage of my parents who live down that-a-way and stayed overnight at their house. 

We took a mountain tour and got nice and dusty. Then we played with goats and got covered in fur and probably excrement, but we just pretend it doesn't happen. 

We came home for approximately 24 hours and then left on another little trip to Strawberry Reservoir. We made the trip last year and had a lot of fun, so we decided to do it again. My mom and her husband came with us, and we stayed from Sunday to Tuesday. We rented a pontoon for Monday and hung out on the lake. 

I was hoping we'd have a freezer full of fish afterward, but we didn't catch a single one! We had fun playing on the water, though. Scotty did backflips off the boat (even after a young child at the dock told him he couldn't swim because he was "too giant"). Zoe was happy to not have her arm in a cast this time. Daisy was thrilled to be able to control the music selection. And I did soduku and only dipped my feet in the lake because I hate water and am the designated party pooper (but I'm happy to make sure everyone is sunscreened and fed).

Scotty recently won a Blackstone in a golf tournament, so we took it with us and cooked up some fajitas and hamburgers. 

The girls loved going to the dock and looking for crawdads.

On our last night, we had some rain and therefore, a beautiful rainbow!

Also on the last night we got cornered by a talkative, perverted, old man who spent an hour lecturing us about everything from politics to finances, and that's about ninety minutes of my life I'll never get back. 

On the morning we left, Eva expressed how hard her life is because she has to go on so many vacations. Poor thing! Can you imagine?