New Year! New goals, plans, new me! Well, the old me with new energy and hopes. I might even find a few dreams along the way which I seem to have forgotten how to develop.

Some thoughts for today......

1 Nephi 18:1-3
"1. And it came to pass that they did worship the Lord, and did go forth with me; and we did work timbers of curious workmanship. And the Lord did show me from time to time after what manner I should work the timbers of the ship.
2. Now I, Nephi, did not work the timbers after the manner which was learned by men, neither did I build the ship after the manner of men; but I did build it after the manner which the Lord had shown unto me; wherefore, it was not after the manner of men.
3. And I, Nephi, did go into the mount oft, and I did pray oft unto the Lord; wherefore the Lord showed unto me great things."

If the Lord can show Nephi how to build a ship that was not what anyone else was doing ("neither did I build the shop after the manner of men") then if we petition to Lord ("I did go to the mount oft; and I did pray oft unto the Lord") won't the Lord answer us in the way that he answered Nephi? ("wherefore the Lord showed unto me great things.")
What is to stop the Lord from helping us do anything we need to do?

1. Not what we have seen before.
2. Not what others have tried before.
3. We don't petition OFTEN.

The only think that is stopping the Lord from helping us is.....US.

Can it actually be this simple? I think so.

Christmas Carols For All My Friends

1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....

6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells ....

"Thomas! Why do we have to go over this again and again? " Cynthia moaned as she flung herself down on the burgundy leather sofa. "I'm so tired of all this debate."
"Cynthia, I just have to find an answer," Thomas said soothingly. He sat down next to Cynthia and tried to take her hand.
"Don't touch me!" she cried out and at the same time she jumped up from the sofa and grabbed her pink cordoroy jacket off of the coffee table. "I'm leaving Thomas. Don't follow me. Don't try to find me." Cynthia turned and fixed Thomas with a blazing stare from her ice blue eyes. "IF I calm down and IF I decide that I can hassle this through ONE MORE TIME I'll let you know. Otherwise, you can just forget about me!"
Cynthia punctuated her last sentence by jabbing her finger into Thomas' chest with each word.
Taking a few steps backward with each jab, Thomas stumbled back onto the sofa. His eyes filled with tears which threatened to spill over and down his pale cheeks. Slowly his jaw dropped as Cynthia jerked about and grabbed the doorknob. The door flew open with such force that when it hit the wall a picture in a frame fell to the floor, cracking one corner of the glass.
Cynthia called "sorry!" over her shoulder as she ran from the room.......

It has been a while since I wrote here. Every day a reminder pops up on my screen to ask if I am going to blog. For a long time I have just dismissed it. Then yesterday we recieved an email from our son-in-law, Ryan about his blog. It is mainly about programs and work, etc. At least the part I saw. But it reminded me how much I really do have to say. I just don't say it.
Over the past few months we have been to Guatemala. We have brought our missionary home and helped him get started living in the U.S. again. We have had ALL of our children and grandchildren in our home for Thanksgiving. I have had miracles happen. It's all so amazing, busy, sad, and funny, thoughtful, and overwhelming.
I really must type it in here.
I think I will also put into the blog a couple of things I started writing a while ago. Hopefully I can figure out how to post them to the correct date?

Thought: The definition of insanity is doing the same things, the same way over and over and expecting something different to happen.