Saturday, February 20, 2010
Blessed beyond measure...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
89 days

Thursday, September 24, 2009
Our little baby boy!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
My Sunday has come.
Little did I know that the next month my Sunday would come and the darkness of my "fridays" would be a memory of a time where I grew and became the person that I am today. Little did I know that it was so close. I knew it would happen, but I had no idea how close I really was. I could feel that it was coming, but as I look back I never realized how soon. And as I said above, during the dark moments of my "Friday" experiences, I would dream of when my "Sunday" would come and this is what my dream would look like:
I am now almost 15 weeks
and everything has gone perfectly. Those pictures are from our appointment when I was about 12 weeks and I was finally told that I am in the safe zone. It was so amazing to hear that; see our baby kicking it's legs, touching it's face and moving all around and then hear it's little heartbeat.
I feel so blessed.
I know that things can still go wrong, and I still catch myself entertaining worries and "what-if's" even as my belly grows.
But even if something did happen, at least I can carry the image of our baby in my mind and know that I had the blessing of growing a baby for so long.
But I am still so overwhelmed with gratitude to know that a little miracle is growing in my belly.
I already love our baby so much even though we haven't officially met
and the love and joy that I feel make all the pain of my "fridays" melt away and disappear.
It's like a distant memory but the raw pain of miscarriage dissipates instantly when I realize that all that pain, all that suffering and the waiting would bring me our little precious baby.
As I look back I can see the wisdom of an all-knowing father who allowed me to be tested
so that I would appreciate our baby even more
be so grateful even on days when I am so incredibly and miserably sick
make sure that I am the best person possible to be the mother to our special child
have more patience
see the wonderful miracle pregnancy is
and NEVER take it for granted.
What wisdom
and yet I am sure that as I live I will see even more tidbits of wisdom in our experience with miscarriage.
As I said above, I am filled with such a gratitude
for a loving Heavenly Father who helped me and stayed by my side comforting me with his spirit. I know that if I had not been able to rely on Him and my faith I would not look back on my experiences to see them as wonderful learning experiences.
What more can I say than that my heart is so full and I am so grateful.
"...Know thou, my [child],
that all these things shall give thee experience and shall be for thy good."
--Doctrine and Covenants 122:7
Thursday, May 14, 2009
My decision
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Looking back and looking inward
So it is on this easter Sunday that I want to share my knowledge of a loving Savior and the truth that if it wasn't for this knowledge in my Savior I would not be in the place that I am. And I mean this specifically in regards to this trial. I would be a wreck of emotional pain constantly without a glimmer of hope. But it is only because of my Savior that I have hope and faith that he will make this trial be for my good (D&C 122:7) and make all things right in the end. It is only because of my Savior that I am as happy as I am and as peaceful as I am during this trial. And it is only because of my Savior's help and love that I know this trial is supposed to happen and will make me a better person. I know without a shadow of a doubt that my Savior and Heavenly Father love me unconditionally and that they are watching out for me. I know without a shadow of a doubt that my Savior lives. This easter takes on an even more personal note because I know that there is someone that I can go to when I feel a lone because no one I know personally has gone through the same thing I have and feel like no one really understands. It is because of the atonement that I know that I am not alone and I can turn to someone who knows my situation and has felt the feelings I have felt. Because of this experience my gratitude for the atonement, the reason for our Easter holiday, is so much more personal and so much stronger. My gratitude for a loving Savior is more than I can express and more than I can put to words. It consumes my soul and every time I think of my Savior I am full of a love that I cannot express.
Today in sacrament meeting one of the speakers read a quote that I have to share. It is an amazing quote and makes my gratitude on this season of Easter so much more.
On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.
Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.
Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.
And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
--Joseph B. Wirthlin "Sunday Will Come"
All of us, in our own personal ways have felt or will feel a "Friday" in our lives. In the wisdom and knowledge of a loving God, we are given these times to make us more humble, more reliant on him, more grateful for the "Sundays" and so many more things. Each of us are supposed to learn and grow in different ways, but we will all be given trials of our own. But, we have an amazing command and promise given to us to help us during our "Fridays" D&C 24:8 "Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many; but endure them, for, lo, I am with thee, even unto the end of thy days". We are commanded to be patient but given the blessing that he will be with us during every moment of our afflictions. What a wonderful blessing. So while we endure our "Fridays" and the darkness seems to stretch on and on, know that our glorious and joy-filled "Sunday" will come. It is during my moments of dispair and "Friday" moments that the personal promises of my "Sunday" make it worth going strong.
I am so thankful for my Savior and all of the wonderful and amazing peace He has blessed me with during the hard times of this trial and during the times he has given me strength. I am truly grateful for the companionship He has been and is to me.
My heart is so full on this Easter Sunday and I know that my Savior lives.