Late night thoughts

It's almost 11 at night and I can't sleep. My mind is racing with thoughts of things I don't really have control over. Yet I find myself ready and willing to accept God's comfort for all the hardships life brings. The last couple of days have been eye opening. We found out on Tuesday that there are some major complications with our best friends Andi and Curtis' pregnancy. Since they are not quite sure what the diagnosis is yet I don't want to post any speculations. I just had to write down my thoughts and felt prompted to do so.

As soon as we found out that something was wrong with baby Addison, I found myself being chastised for worrying about my trivial little sorrows. The Spirit has opened Adam and I's perspective to a more eternal one. I feel his love constantly around me and I see evidence of it in the pure simple nature of a tree lined park. I sat there with Adam today eating lunch and discussing what has been on our minds, I could not help but feel that God's plan is in place and that He has many means by which he will bring about his purposes. I feel my faith in my Savior deepening as I try to put my sorrow for my friends in His hands. I know that I am just an outsider in this particular picture, a mere decoration in the background, but I absolutely love my friends and it hurts me to see them in pain. I would protect them from pain if I could. I find myself not knowing what I can do or how I can be useful through this hard time. As I sat down tonight I opened my Book of Mormon to 2 Nephi 9:21 which read And He (Christ) cometh into the world that he may save all men if they will hearken unto his voice; for behold, he suffereth the pains of all men, yea, the pains of every living creature, both men, women, and children, who belong to the family of Adam.

God has a plan. Christ is the center of that plan. He knows us individually and sent Christ to suffer not only for our sins but also for our sorrows. Coming to him works. I know that to be true. I feel His comforting power even as I type. Nobody knows us better than He does. This life is not eternal, the next one is. The one where we walk with prophets of old. The one where our bodies are healed and we are no longer trapped by physical limitations. The life where we sit at our Saviors feet and can see Him in His glory as He teaches us through His love. The life where we embrace once again all of our loved ones. I feel almost anxious to be there, yet I am grateful for my time here.

God's plan is a wondrous one and I believe that as we come closer to him through reading His words and pondering them, He will be able to open our minds to better understand His eternal perspective.

Crazy Weekend

This weekend has been crazy. All of the family was up except my brother Adam and we had quite the party on Saturday. We went to this place in St. George called Jumpin' Jacks which is a huge jungle gym of sorts with blown up slides and obstacle courses for adults and kids too. It was so much fun. Adam and I even took baby Kevin down. I got a major slide burn on my arm, but I assure you it was worth it. At one point they turned out the lights and pumped up the music with the added affect of a strobe light. It was super hilarious to watch all my little nieces dancing around and even more entertaining was watching all of the adults trying to get their groove on. After the "bounce house" everyone tried to take naps... but Kevin was not interested. I helped prepare food for our BBQ later while Adam manned Kevin, then we all headed over to Travis' Stake Center for his baptism. For those of you who don't know, my brother Travis was re-baptized on Saturday. He has worked so hard for it and we were all so proud and happy for him. It was a very spiritual occasion and you can definitely see the spirit surrounding him now.
The house got loud and crazy as everyone arrived for the family BBQ. There was SO much food I thought we would NEVER finish it, but lo and behold we scarffed it right on down. Things got even crazier in the pool when at one point someone counted 20 people in it. And of course you know that with that many people and half of them being "BOYS" someone had to get hurt. Kris was the "lucky" one to get that job done for us. He slipped while coming down the stairs by the pool and sliced his toe on the rocky ledge. There was blood everywhere and it was obvious he needed to see a doctor. Two hours later they were back from the hospital with news that he lacerated his tended to his big toe and needed to see an orthopedic surgeon as soon as he got home. He now sports a beautiful cripple boot and red bandages. We hope all heals fine and that he will be back to his normal self soon. The injury came right at the peak of his training for his 2ND iron man. Maybe, just maybe it's the Lord's way of saying take it easy. I don't know... but that's my theory. If you want to see pictures of the injury I am sure my sister will post some in a few days. ktlesueur.blogspot.com
Sunday was a blast as well even though Kevin still didn't want to take a nap. It was Andelyn's birthday and so we all got together again for dinner. Tony made meatballs for our spaghetti and it was DELICIOUS.
The weekend was great but I must say it is wonderful to be home again and back to the routine.

Crawling... well maybe

So today Kevin is 9 months old and I am just in shock. How can it be that I had this sweet baby that long ago. Yet I feel as if he has always been in our lives. I know now that his spirit and the spirit of the other children who will come into our home have been around since Adam and I were married. What a blessing it is to have the sealing power of the Temple in our lives. I still think of baby as a baby. Maybe it's because I call him that. But at 9 months I was wondering what he "should" be doing now. One of them is crawling. Which he is not doing, or at least I thought he wasn't, until my husband opened my eyes to the fact that he just crawls a little bit different than other children. So here is the video of how Kevin gets around, his version of "crawling" if you will. ENJOY!!

MOVING

Wow... It has been two weeks since I last wrote and I am just amazed at what has gone on in that time. Let's see... the monday after I wrote last, Adam and I closed on our house (twin home). Tuesday I came down to st. george for a quick visit to see my sister Tiersa who was up with a bunch of friends of hers. Wednesday I spent the day packing and then we moved that night. Ever since then we have been unpacking. I had no idea it would take that long to get everything out of boxes. We finished the last of the inside boxes just yesterday. But our house looks like a home now with pictures on the walls and clothes in the closets.
We went to our new ward on Sunday. It is amazing to me that no matter where you go to church the teachings are the same. I LOVE that about our true and living church. In Relief Society we were asked about experiences where we have just felt so grateful. I raised my hand (which subsequently woke Kevin up who was asleep in my arms... but it was worth it) and I told them about our moving experience. my brother Travis and nephew Kaden brought our washer and dryer up and carried them up the stiars without a dolly or any other form of help. When 5:30 came around, there were at least 12 Priesthood bretheren there to help us and they had everything moved to our new house within 3 hours (and we have a lot of stuff). So many others were willing to help as well. Sister Ashdown helped pack what I didn't have ready, two of my friends tag teamed Kevin so I could just work and my wonderful friend Renae brought pizza for everyone. It was an amazing experience. I truly am grateful for the help we recieved. To everyone who helped I want to say THANK YOU.