Sunday, May 01, 2016

One a Day, Weeks 12-17

I'm a little behind in posting.  In March, I helped plan and carry out a wedding plus photographed it, then in April, we've had houseguests twice, spring break, our anniversary and the first of three birthdays in a two-week time span.  I've also had half a dozen photo shoots this month, including a wedding.  

I've been working on trying to figure out how we're going to arrange our summer, with the twins doing a STEM camp at a university nearby for six weeks, my son headed to a leadership camp in New York (the same scholarship camp my daughter was able to go to two years ago), the oldest two with jobs, plus Scout adventures, Girls Camp, an economics conference for Lillian, Daddy trips, reunions, and guests coming to stay with us.  It's a little overwhelming to figure out a daily and weekly schedule that also accounts for the fact that we want to go swimming, hiking, exploring, and get the yard work done, along with having regular meals and keeping up with the laundry.  But I think I've got it almost figured out and I'm looking forward to the variety and fun of summer.  My children have been blessed with so many wonderful opportunities.

Some of my son's famous flies he spends hours tying

He learned to pull himself to a stand; though usually, he's a bit more happy about it than in this picture

St. Patrick's Day

Do you get the idea that we love Benji around here?

This pulling up on stuff comes in handy when you want to get at the toys

I love that this shirt was in the hand-me-downs we were given for Benji.  Suits him, don't you think?

Beautiful Hailey and Nolan.  We did the Bride and Groom photos the night before the wedding

Wedding Day!  These two did not stop beaming the whole day.

Harmony and her friend; we did baptism photos for her.

I am usually on top of our regular laundry, but with the crazy busy-ness of the wedding weekend, I got behind.  So we watched the Messiah while I folded clothes on Sunday.  It's not REALLY breaking the Sabbath if the Messiah is on while you fold, right?  :)

Spring in our yard!

That's more like it -- the usual look Benji gives us when he pulls to a stand in his crib.

Yay for out-of-town guests!

For April Fools Day, these two dressed alike, did their hair alike and tried to see which of their friends could really tell them apart.

We love the Goodricks!

Spring Break meant time for working . . .

And two days of rockhunting.  The first day involved finding these awesome fossils.

Spring in our yard delights my soul

Our second rockhound adventure involved three spots, including an agate spot, wonderstone, and a mine dump

Love how he's starting to cruise around

Did I mention I adore spring?

Love these kids on a Sunday morning

A couple of ducks stopped by our backyard.

Crazy Hair Day at school

Heading off to a birthday party

My oldest and youngest

Joey messaged his favorite fishing show and ended up being filmed the next week for a half hour show.  He showed the host his favorite fishing spots and had an amazing time!
This picture makes me smile.  Joey and Benji have such a strong bond.

I love our dozens of tulips!

This mother duck delighted Sarah and I in the midst of doing two photo shoots

Watching this hawk tear apart its meal in our backyard was surprisingly fascinating.


This kid is nine months old!  I don't go for mohawks usually, but it's the only hairstyle where he actually looks like he has hair instead of being mostly bald.

Playing around after Family Home Evening.

Happy Birthday to our oldest!

Friday, April 15, 2016

Worth a Look ~ Mechanical Rabbits, Crazy things that happen in prison, hope, and must-save instructions on how to make ice


On Motherhood and Mechanical Rabbits  ""Self-actualization pales in comparison to being a safe place, a source of comfort and strength, someone to whom the beloved children of the Lord can turn. Whether we women are called to give birth or not, we can become that haven—the listening ear, the purse full of tissues, the warm arms and soft shoulder of comfort. . . the essence of the Gospel is sacrifice. Motherhood is nothing more than a single, feminine word that attempts to encapsulate the essence of submission to another's needs above our own, sacrifice of what we as individuals need for the needs of others, and true discipleship. Motherhood is caretaking, being the person who cares. I have determined to use my experience of being unloved to make sure that, if I can help it, no one else need ever feel that way. That is Motherhood."

Why Did You Choose Me?  A lot to think about in this story of prison, second chances, and a prosecutor meeting with the prisoners she put behind bars.

This video about the first Easter after losing her daughter in the Sandy Hook tragedy is a must watch:

Have you seen this video from the survivor of the Brussels attack?  This Mormon missionary had been a block from the finish line Boston Marathon attack (his mom was running the race), in Paris during the attacks there, and was badly wounded in Brussels.  He describes his experience and says, "I've felt his love.  I know that if I can feel His love sitting on a sidewalk next to a destroyed airport, that God – He’ll talk to His other children too.”


One of these days, I want to get enough space cleared out in my freezer so I can do this:  31 Crockpot Freezer Meals.  The gal even includes a pdf of all the recipes with a grocery list

Made Me Laugh

This long-forgotten recipe might come in handy when your ice-maker breaks.  Don't forget to read the comments; they are classic!

And a few of my favorite photos

Spring makes me happy

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Sunday Will Come ~ Free Download!

On December 17th, 2010, the Provo Tabernacle, which had served as a gathering place for over 115 years, was destroyed in a fire.  As a Provo resident for all of my adult life, I was saddened by its loss.  I attended stake conference in that building.  My husband graduated there.  He and I sung in a choir that performed in that building, and we attended several community functions there, including our first date after our engagement in 1997.  And now the building was empty, its stained glass shattered and its remaining walls covered with soot.

Then, in October of 2011, my family took a collective gasp along with so many others when it was announced that the Provo Tabernacle would become a temple.  It was an unbelievable gift and a day of rejoicing.

As the long and laborious process of temple-building began, many people began to see the fire as symbolic of the Lord at work in our lives.  As Linda Reeves stated in 2013, “Almost three years ago a devastating fire gutted the interior of the beloved, historic tabernacle in Provo, Utah. Its loss was deemed a great tragedy by both the community and Church members. Many wondered, “Why did the Lord let this happen? Surely He could have prevented the fire or stopped its destruction.”

Ten months later, during the October 2011 general conference, there was an audible gasp when President Thomas S. Monson announced that the nearly destroyed tabernacle was to become a holy temple—a house of the Lord! Suddenly we could see what the Lord had always known! He didn’t cause the fire, but He allowed the fire to strip away the interior. He saw the tabernacle as a magnificent temple—a permanent home for making sacred, eternal covenants.

My dear sisters, the Lord allows us to be tried and tested, sometimes to our maximum capacity. We have seen the lives of loved ones—and maybe our own—figuratively burned to the ground and have wondered why a loving and caring Heavenly Father would allow such things to happen. But He does not leave us in the ashes; He stands with open arms, eagerly inviting us to come to Him. He is building our lives into magnificent temples where His Spirit can dwell eternally.”

On March 20th, 2016, the Provo City Center Temple was dedicated.  That night, I visited the building with two of my children and my camera.  The sunset that night was especially stunning and I captured this beautiful temple, framed by the ribbons of color in the sky and reflected into a pool.  This Sunday of dedication, for me, was a day of rejoicing and pondering on the scripture that God will “give unto them beauty for ashes.” (Isaiah 61:3)  

We each have our difficult days of devastation, loss, and heartache, our days of feeling like a shell of our former selves, days when we feel to give up hope.  But because of the resurrection and Atonement of Christ, we also have the knowledge that all will be made right, that God can rebuild our lives and our hearts, and we can be made new.    

As Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin said, “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.”

I have titled this photograph “Sunday will come” because in my life I have experienced both the Fridays of loss and the Sundays of renewal and rejoicing.  In the waters of the reflecting pool, I have overlaid images of the burned-out tabernacle I took years before, never imagining at that time what this destroyed building would become.  I find hope and joy in this photograph, and I hope you do as well.
                                  ~ Christina Bartholomew, March 20th, 2016

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Included are two copies.  One is a digital art piece with an overlay of the original tabernacle after the fire and the words "Sunday will Come" and the other is the photo before the additions.


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