I have a sous chef in the house who likes to get creative with the spices. Lately, I have not been able to find anything in the cupboard because someone else has been using it. It was time to get organized.
I can find everything easily now, and Mark’s go-to spices have their own container. Why does this thrill me so much?
I did it to the medicine cabinet, too.
Tonight we ate cake to celebrate Daniel’s first six months on his mission.
My sister Sarah sent me a book for a surprise, along with a kind note. I got it on the snowy day when we were stranded at home because the plows couldn’t get to our street until early evening.
Paige is in New York this weekend for an illustration conference. Her boyfriend came to dinner on Sunday. We like him.
5 new feet of snow fell at Alta ski resort.
My week has been punctuated by time with friends, and wow, it has been so fun.
Today Daniel’s apartment building caught on fire in Santiago, Chile. He escaped, thanks to living angels who stopped to warn, guide, and unlock doors. Feel free to join me in prayers of gratitude for his protection. He grabbed his scriptures, wallet, keys, camera, and photos which were already prepared for travel. He already had his shoes on when the call came to escape. He and the other elders had to abandon a smoky stairwell with hot handrails for a different route out. When they were trapped on the roof, with only locked doors to stairs going down, someone came up to open a locked door to a safe stairwell. A quote from his message today:
Needless to say, that was an intense experience. Maybe we were never in real danger. But my mindset changed. As a missionary, I already have very few personal belongings, but as I stood there with reminders of my family and my scriptures with all my markings and couldn’t think of anything else I would want to save I realized how easily we can get distracted by things that don’t last. There are a lot of things I left behind that don’t matter, and now that’s especially clear to me.
-Elder Daniel Ross
God really does protect us, guide us, answer prayers, and puts people, thoughts, and when necessary angels in our lives to help us return to live with him again. The Savior truly understands us, and through his infinite sacrifice and atonement we can be cleansed from sin.
I was very unwell all morning before I heard about this. Maybe I knew on some level he was in danger. I also felt complete peace when he announced his call (mission assignment) last April. I don’t need any more assurance that all will be well, whatever things look like at present. I don’t think he has his “cloak,” but he does have his “parchments,” (2 Timothy 4:13), and knows the value of them.
And last of all, here is a link to the journal page for our study of Matthew 2 and Luke 2 at our house for the week of January 14-20.
We were able to do a video call with Daniel and we didn’t need all of those questions we planned to ask. He talked non-stop, with enthusiasm, zeal, and happiness pouring forth. I didn’t know how much I needed to just see him and hear him speak. I didn’t take a picture of the screen, but imagine light, clothed in the Christmas tie that I was told he probably wouldn’t receive in the mail, a short haircut, sunburned neck, and speaking a mixture of Spanish and English, really fast. That was Daniel. Nothing sad about that.
Paige is with us, and moves from her room, where she is catching up on some reading, to the piano, every few hours throughout the day. Chopin, Debussy, and Jane Austen scores are now in the mix played on our piano. She is all things lovely.
I feel kinship and pity for Mary who gave birth in a stable. I had an emergency birth with strangers to attend, in a place I didn’t choose, and the feelings I had were fear, frustration, disappointment, and embarrassment. The shepherds were ready to proclaim his birth, but Mary kept these things and pondered them in her heart. I think that is appropriate. In order for there to be tidings of great joy, Mary’s experience had to be difficult, and not easily explained. I read that the manger was likely carved from limestone, somewhat similar to an altar. Even in this lowly place, there was a type and shadow of sacrifice for the Savior’s bed. Luke’s record seems to have the details Mary would remember. The cold manger is one of those details, type and shadow, present even at birth.
Shadows of another kind also accompany Christmas. All light will produce it. In contrast to my feelings of cheer, there is also shadow. My solution when I feel it is to hang more lights and decorations. We have four Christmas trees this year.
The full nature of the Savior’s ministry was to conquer every difficulty, and in this is our hope: he is a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. The pivotal truth of Christmas is that Jesus came, experienced, and overcame all. He was real. Jesus wept.
I have wept as I comforted a friend this month, and felt more Christmas spirit in that act than any other thing I have done to keep Christmas. I welcome this shadow, because somewhere in that shared cry was also joy.
Daniel’s light still shines for us, and is a source of joy, but his absence is still shadow. This year, Christmas brings into focus a stone manger as an altar, and feelings about my own son far from home. It is a joyful Christmas, but like a drawing, there is neither definition nor depth without shadow.
Daniel (Elder Ross) sends us lots of sunset pictures because they are important to him. So I include them in this post. Here is something he shared with us in a letter this week.
this week I’ve been studying scriptures about the Savior. I start with one of the prophesies about his birth or life, and then follow the footnotes or chapters as I feel. It’s been so special, and I have a greater love and respect for my Savior. Truly this time of year is a time to celebrate the greatest gift ever given.A lot of the prophesies about His birth can be found in Isaiah. Isaiah has some scary stuff for us since we live in a different era and don’t understand a lot of the literary techniques they used, nor are we used to having our mortal destruction prophesied so literally and frequently. But I was struck by two things.First, many times it says “But His hand is stretched out still” or something similar. In the footnotes, it explains that in spite of [everything scary and destructive], the mercy of God is always available. A lot of people that we have talked to say they feel like God only asks things of them and never answers … We need to recognize that God is a perfect parent. If His hand is extended empty to us, it’s not because it lacks a gift. It’s because His work and glory is to lift us up! Don’t forget that. Men are that they might have joy. The footnote on that “Joy” talks about ETERNAL blessings. We might have moments where we don’t feel joy, but we can be sure that God has greater things in store for us.Second, the phrase “God-fearing” came to mind. At first, why would we want to be that? He’s a father, and we know that those who rule by fear, well… they aren’t so good. But reading about the people of Ammon, we learn that they did not fear death. They would suffer death in the most distressing manner rather than risk sinning again. I think that’s more what the phrase means. Less fear, and more focus. A God-focused people. Because when we focus on Him, we KNOW that we will be okay. We know that He has a plan that will work for each one of us if we choose it. We don’t need to fear the world because He is on our side. -Elder Ross
This is the scripture I chose for Dec. 4. Our Savior wants us to be where he is. No wonder life requires so much, and no wonder we need his grace. -Angie
New rock walls under rain showed their deeper colors and cleaner surfaces, and with a backdrop of new spruce trees and freshly gathered leaves, vintage decor reminded us of loved ones now gone. Little feet ran to familiar haunts as small hands appeared from below, reaching for good bites to eat. Men discussed the carving of the birds as women finished whipping potatoes and set out fruit and rolls. A cousin confessed she had been looking forward to eating this pie for weeks. Quiet readers emerged from the corners to fill plates before retreating again, and tween cousins, too full after appetizers, chose the smallest portions. Each in turn, we named something we are thankful for. I heard myself say with a cheer and hands held high, “I am thankful for a missionary!” There were quiet declarations and strong, and all were sincere. And just like that, the meal was over, the many hours of labor, consumed in minutes. This year, we didn’t wait to serve the pies.
While parents slept, Grandma gathered children for gingerbread house decorating. And the Christmas season began.
Dark so early, we slowed down as the sun sank and we watched Charlie Brown Mayflower Voyagers and snickered through Snowball Express. This year, we delayed watching White Christmas and visited instead. As we should.
This year, we stayed two nights, cuddled under handmade quilts and fleece blankets, without alarm clocks. Blessed rest.
Home again, the busy task of decorating began, one box, one string of lights after another, until the house was full of cheer. And thoughts of Daniel were everywhere, in the ornaments, the food, and the music. Tears are not incompatible with joy. Tim took an early morning drive in the first snow with a driving instructor, and I mailed my last Christmas package as the post office opened. But mostly, we stayed home, feeling peaceful and bright.
Mark was honored as an Eastmont Patriot of the Month for citizenship, leadership, scholarship, and extra-curricular activities. Woot!
I helped make this quilt for a new baby in the neighborhood.
Every conversation at our house includes a status update on my massive painting project and Richard’s apple harvest. I stopped counting gallons of paint, but Richard knows exactly how many pounds of apples were produced.
Court of Honor
Missionary
BYU Homecoming Spectacular 3rd row seats. Awesome!
It’s Inktober for Paige on Instagram.
ONE page of a piece Timothy is working on. Legit!
Did I mention I am painting a lot? It feels like our house is finally becoming our own. I waited a long time to paint because I knew what a big job it would be and I didn’t have the time. So far, I have spent about 17 full days on it. I have not had this kind of time…ever in my life to devote to such a project. Someday I might post “after” pictures, but you could also come and visit.
Here are a few pictures of Chile in honor of the birthday boy today.
I spent the week painting my living room and hallways.
The mission never contacted us to let us know Daniel arrived.
I just applied gallon after gallon of paint on the walls. It was a difficult week.
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