Grandma Honey

I'd always thought dogs must have it easier than us women 
when it came to giving birth.

When Amy texted me about 1:30 last Thursday and said Piper was 
in labor, I felt bad not being able to rush right over until later on 
that evening. I thought we would miss it.
But no, Piper hung on through the entire night. 

Amy slept right by her in their storage room,
and set her alarm to go off every hour
so she wouldn't miss anything. 
 Sleeping all night with the dog? Seriously, I cannot relate to this. She has a devotion I will never know.

Den dropped me off just in time the next afternoon, while he went to get Taco Bell per their request. 

After all, Amy had been camping out with the dog  in the storage room since the day before.


Within minutes of arriving, I got to see the first one be born!
Kylie was the score keeper.....writing down each time of birth. I think this has something to do with selling full breeds.
Amy's friend Margaret was there as support. They cut each cords and tied them off. I …

20 years. Two decades.

I went from believing there is a God who is in the heavens, who is alive, and who loves us….to
knowing He does.

From that last phone call from Bill, to knowing he died, to hearing he died. To being in a hospital
room and the chaplain walking in to tell us. I already somehow knew, but my sons did not. There is
no more painful moment in my memory than watching them find out.

I couldn’t even make my arms reach out to comfort them. I was frozen. I remember saying to the
other people in the room, “Please help my boys.” but no one could. No one could hear me. We were
all in shock.

The chaplain or maybe it was the police, I can’t remember now. But a man in that room said I needed
to come identify his body. I couldn’t. My mom and my neighbor Dee volunteered.

So that was being done, and I wanted to take my boys and go home.

But here’s where the blessings started peeking through. As my brother Richard drove me and Logan,
McKay, and Tyler home from the hospital (Brock was o…

So forever it seems, I've heard about this place...


This just opened in our area a few months ago. 
Before that, you pretty much had to be in Utah to eat there. So I never did. 
So today Den and I needed to stay out of  our house for awhile so we tried it out.
It was like walking into Mormon land. They were everywhere. Some we knew, some we didn't. But we could tell.
And lots of babies. But most of those went outside on the patio with their Moms. I met a set of 14 month old twins, Tyler and Kiera.
First, Den saw his friend Masa Hanamaikai and his wife. Den worked with him in the stake back in his Corona days.
Then I said, "Hey there's Jake!" (my nephew there in the blue jacket)
I heard some women sitting near us  talking about their visiting teaching.

Den calls out to me, "Look! There's Tracy Fairbanks!" We home teach her.  Then while we were eating suddenly my niece McKenzie appears before my face.

Later Den says, "Your sister Robin came with her, Look!" By…

Last night at Stake Conference our stake president said he couldn't 
get a hymn off his mind. He said he'd been thinking about it every
day since he'd heard it over a month ago.

It's not found in our hymn book since it's from another church,
and it's called "Take Time to Be Holy."

In our Faith we believe in seeking good where ever we can find it 
(as I'm sure many people do). That's why I love so much the last 
sentence from our 13th Article of faith:

13 "...If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, 
we seek after these things."


So after finding this hymn on Youtube I discovered that I'd heard 
it in past General Conferences but never paid 
attention to the words before. They tell a story to me now.
Take Time to Be Holy[1]1Take time to be holy, Speak oft with thy Lord; Abide in Him always, And feed on His Word: Make friends of God’s children, Help those who are weak; Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek. 2      …