Sunday, October 17, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Ode to Dirt
As most of you know I have been spending alot of time going through an amazing amount of my mother's and grandmother's collections of stuff. Most quotes and poems I have simply had to dispose of, but for some reason this poem appeals to me. Especially when I think of being a young mother with a house full of children. Thought you all might like it too. This poem was published in June 1985.
Dirty dishes, dirty laundry,
Dirty diapers, dirty floors,
Dirty walls, and dirty oven,
Dirty fingerprints on doors;
Filthy toilets, smudgy windows,
Muddy footprints, dusty stands,
Dirty trash, and dirty garbage,
Little children's dirty hands.
Sneaky dustballs, creepy cobwebs,
Crayon faces on the wall,
All combine to war against me--
Me, alone, against them all!
Still I battle bravely onward,
Till there's no more strength to borrow,
And each night I sleep victorious--
Just to find more dirt tomorrow!
So it seems a losing battle.
Fighting dirt takes all my time.
How can I remain "unspotted"
In a world of dirt and grime?
When my life on earth has ended
And my hands no longer hurt,
When the fight I've fought is finished
And I'm buried deep in dirt.
When my eyes at last are opened
And I see that heavenly shore,
Will I find the rest I've worked for--
Free from every grimy chore?
Will my days be long and restful?
Will my home stay squeaky clean?
Will I spend my time in leisure,
Like a spoiled and pampered queen?
Will I garden dirtless flowers?
Will my windows gleam and shine?
Will my hands stay soft and silky
As a blossom on the vine?
Will my dishes never soil?
Will my floors stay shining bright?
Will my laundry never mildew
While I lounge from morn till night?
Or when I receive my glory,
Could it be? Aya, there's the rub--
Will I find, in that great mansion
More celestial floors to scrub!
Dawn Varner
Dirty dishes, dirty laundry,
Dirty diapers, dirty floors,
Dirty walls, and dirty oven,
Dirty fingerprints on doors;
Filthy toilets, smudgy windows,
Muddy footprints, dusty stands,
Dirty trash, and dirty garbage,
Little children's dirty hands.
Sneaky dustballs, creepy cobwebs,
Crayon faces on the wall,
All combine to war against me--
Me, alone, against them all!
Still I battle bravely onward,
Till there's no more strength to borrow,
And each night I sleep victorious--
Just to find more dirt tomorrow!
So it seems a losing battle.
Fighting dirt takes all my time.
How can I remain "unspotted"
In a world of dirt and grime?
When my life on earth has ended
And my hands no longer hurt,
When the fight I've fought is finished
And I'm buried deep in dirt.
When my eyes at last are opened
And I see that heavenly shore,
Will I find the rest I've worked for--
Free from every grimy chore?
Will my days be long and restful?
Will my home stay squeaky clean?
Will I spend my time in leisure,
Like a spoiled and pampered queen?
Will I garden dirtless flowers?
Will my windows gleam and shine?
Will my hands stay soft and silky
As a blossom on the vine?
Will my dishes never soil?
Will my floors stay shining bright?
Will my laundry never mildew
While I lounge from morn till night?
Or when I receive my glory,
Could it be? Aya, there's the rub--
Will I find, in that great mansion
More celestial floors to scrub!
Dawn Varner
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Lagoon, By the end of the Day
James: Turning 1 on July 22, 2010
Grant Lyle Andersen born July 5, 2010
Our first picture of Grant on July 6, 2010.
Holding Grant for the first time in the NICU
There are times when we reflect on the important aspects of life. The week of Grant's birth was cetainly one of those times. We had already enjoyed 2 priesthood blessings in two days. The baptisim and confirmation of Gracie and the blessing of Dallin.
On the morning of July 6, when Brandon called and asked Alan to hurry over to the hospital to help give Lindsay a blessing, we really had no idea how important that blessing would be. I was grateful, as we made our way to Twin Falls, that Brandon and Alan had the priesthood. I thought of how we take that power for granted so much of the time. That priesthood blessings and ordinances become almost common place for those of us who have had the priesthood always in our lives. I think most of you know that we spent a couple of hours with Brandon and Lindsay and then with assurance from the nurse that the bleeding had stopped and Lindsay would be feeling better in a couple of hours, we left to come home. As I walked in the door at home a few hours later we received the call from John that Lindsay had been rushed into emergency surgery with the possibility of a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. The trip back to Twin Falls was a long one. I tried to remember the words of the blessing that Brandon had given Lindsay that morning. I remembered some words but not many and I knew how drastically the situation had changed. However, I did remeber some of Elder Oaks talk from the priesthhood session of conference this April. I knew that he had said that the words spoken in a healing blessing were not the most important thing. I would encourage all of you to take time to review that talk. It was a powerful talk about blessings of the sick. I found comfort in that knowledge. I know that there were miracles that took place that day. I know that the restoration of the priesthood plays a part in our lives every day. It is with much joy and gratitude that I thank Heavenly Father that my husband, sons and sons-in -laws are able to bring the blessings of the priesthood into our family. I look forward to the blessing day of little Grant. I know that he is a great addition to our family.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Dallin's Blessing Day
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