Kyra Moon

Last night, as I was going to bed, visions of peaches filled my head. Each time I closed my eyes I saw myself blanching peaches, pitting peaches, and slicing peaches. It made sense since I had spent a good chunk of the day picking and canning peaches. As I worked in the garden this week, I learned a couple things about gardening that probably apply to real life. I'll let you figure out the metaphors. 1. There is always something to do in the garden, and you should do it as early as you can. Although I've been kind of helpful in the garden since coming here, it wasn't until this week that I had an active role in maintaining it. My parents were gone for several days, so I took over harvesting the vegetables and picking the fallen peaches. I realized it was best to just plan on spending at least an hour out there every day, even if that hour was interrupted by short naps ending and bees getting in the way. When the rain and hail came one day and the smoke settled

Since my son's birthday a few weeks ago, I've been cutting back on nursing quite a bit. While we still have the occasional night where he wakes up repeatedly wanting to eat and eat and eat (ugh teething), during the day he is mostly weaned. Each time I've weaned a baby, I've noticed myself struggling with a feeling of uselessness. There is something satisfying for me in being needed for my baby's nourishment, and to lose that affects every area of life. You combine that with living (albeit temporarily) with parents and moving into a healthy, functioning ward and neighborhood, and the result has been has pretty intense this time around. Today, as I was grappling with these feelings of not being needed, I had the thought, "This is a very normal, human feeling." Then came the thought, "This could totally be warped into something incredibly unhealthy." I kind of laughed at that thought, but then I realized how true it was. My need to

I'm pretty sure "Come Thou Fount" will make it back into the hymnbook. I'm pretty sure this song from the  "Music from the Friend"  section of the Church Music Library won't.

From Providence and Her People , page 220, we learn:

A few days before we moved from Connecticut, I turned on the old Charlotte's Web movie for the boys. Almost immediately a rare rush of emotion came over me. During the first few minutes, I found myself a little misty-eyed here and there. If someone had asked what was wrong, I had an arsenal of answers ready: The animation was just so lousy! Many of the voices didn't fit the characters. The lyrics were clever but too complex. But really, it was because it was Charlotte's Web. I've had a special place in my heart for that book ever since I listened to a narration by E. B. White himself. For such a gentle story, it deals with some heavy topics -- Wilbur narrowly escapes death in the first two minutes of the book, and the rest of the story is about protecting him at all costs. Each time I read the book, the story strikes my heart with more force. Fern loves him. Charlotte loves him. His job is to just receive that love. It can be hard to receive love. I felt that all throu

16 Then came two brothers unto the father, holding the last Sour Patch Kid. 22 And the brother said to the other, Nay; but the sour patch kid is mine, not thine. Thus they spake before the father. 23 Then said the father, The one saith, This is my candy, and the other saith, Nay; but the candy is mine, not thine. 24 And the father said, Bring me a knife. And they brought a knife before the father. 25 And the father said, Divide the candy child in two, and give half to the one, and half to the other. 26 Then both protested over having to share, but the father did it anyway. 27 And the brothers ate their candy halves, and they were much disappointed. 28 And the wisdom of the father was lauded throughout the land.

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