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Child of Royal Birth

I've been thinking a lot lately how if there is anything that I can instill in my children, it is that they are loved by a divine creator, a king. This is especially important to me right now with my girls and all the images the world shoves into their faces with images of princesess and what they look like, how they behave, and that these images are perfection. They aren't. We are so bombarded with images that make us think that if we aren't like them, we aren't perfect, acceptable, or loved. But I want them to know that no matter what, there is forgiveness, love, trust, and that every one of us is a child of a real God that knows us and desires to be close to us. He is a king which makes us of royal lineage. Too deep? Maybe so, never-the-less, when we call them "princess" we want them to know that it means something deeper than the way someone looks or what they posses. We are all loved. No matter what our unique gifts are. And that being unique is a blessing to others as they enable us to give to others. That we are beautiful according to what is in our heart. These thoughts are what inspired this project. There is a poem, actually a song, about being of royal birth. I wanted to frame it so-
I copied the words over an image of sheet music. This will be hanging above our bed (you'll see why in a future post) and possibly around the house in various sizes and frames. If you would like to print a copy, just click on the image and then print in the new window so you never forget that no matter what happens, we are children of God with a divine purpose.

Baby Jar Illuminaries

I was working in our food storage room the other day when I came accross a basket full of baby food jars.

Chicken Feed

Usually I'm ready for clean and calm after the holidays, but this year, after all the Christmas decorations came down I found myself feeling very sad and the house very boring and drab. I found enjoyment in making this sign I was inspired to make after bringing home this pecking chicken for the kitchen one day.  

Happy 2015: making your goals attainable

I don't usually write a post like this here, but since it is forefront on my mind and with all my experiences over the years, I thought these insights might be helpful to someone. A couple weeks ago our oldest son who is serving an LDS mission in Japan, wrote and told us how important he has learned writing down goals is. So my husband and I sat down with our children just before the New Year during a family night, and talked about making goals for this upcoming year. We talked about how wanting to do something is nice, but until you lay out a plan to accomplish it, it rarely turns into a reality. We talked about setting goals that are attainable. In other words, deciding on a goal you can do something about. Here are a couple examples.

2014 Project Favorites

Happy New year and Welcome! I'm so excited about 2015 and am grateful for all the blessings and growth from the past year. I have learned a great deal and have been able to really recognize my all that I have been blessed with and given and where my priorities need to be through my experiences. Today I'm happy to be hosting a 2014 favorites blog hop and hope that you enjoy seeing all our favorites. 

Last Minute New Year Ideas!

Are you hosting, going to a party, or staying in to celebrate the New Year? Whatever your plans are I have gathered some great ideas from various outstanding bloggers that might help give you some great ideas for celebrating and planning for your upcoming New Year needs. 
 There's no better way to get started than with tips on how to throw a great last minute bash, don't you agree?

Most delicious Homemade Eggnog


When I was a little girl, I remember knowing that the Christmas season had started because there was a carton of eggnog in the fridge. My mother always bought it for my dad because he loved it so much. He always made it look so tasty. Yet when I tried it I thought it was awful and since my husband didn't like it, I didn't think much of never having any again...until my neighbor's daughter brought me some in a quart size jar that she had made in home economics.