The Philips Family

I have never really had a super strong testimony of fasting.  I do it because I know I am suppose to, and I am ashamed to admit it, but halfheartedly.  Then last month when it was my turn to give the lesson to my Beehives (the 12 and 13 year old girls at church) I was able to choose from several lessons.  Fasting kept coming to my mind.  The lesson did not seem like it would be as much "fun" to teach as the other lesson, so I decided to print out the other one.   Two times the other lesson would not print out.  I thought my computer was broken.  I asked Ed and we printed something else out.  It worked just fine, so I tried to print the other lesson out again.  Guess what?  No printy.  I took that as a hint from the Lord and printed out the Fasting lesson, and you know what?  It was a miracle!  My computer printed that lesson out just fine. I gave my lesson and it was great!  I learned that I was not a very good...

I meant to do this yesterday, but the day went by so fast.  Ed and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary yesterday.  We have an amazing marriage.  Just the kind I imagined I would have when I was a little girl.  I was so blessed to meet and marry the love of my life.  Sure we have trials like everybody else, but our marriage remains strong and happy.  I still look forward to the rest of my eternity with my wonderful husband. ♥♥♥I love you so much, Ed.  Happy Anniversary!! ♥♥♥

A couple weeks ago in church, David dumped the rest of the month old bag of pretzels (now a powdery mess) into his lap in an effort to get every last crumb into his mouth. Tiny pretzel particles were all over his lap(and the pew, and the floor).  I made him lean over my bag as I brushed them in.  If that had happened with Donny, I would have been a mess.  But now, being a mom of four kids, I have learned to chill just a bit.  Sometimes I'm a fruitcake, but for the most part I roll with the punches(sometimes literally). There was a time when I wondered why I even went to church.  I spent most of sacrament meeting in the foyer, and every now and then some of the women at church would make a comment to me about how their children never acted that way.  ( Well, good for you, Supermom! I wish I had a sarcastic font.) I go, and have always gone to church because that is what I am suppose to do.  It is what I promised to do when I chose to be baptized. ...