Monday, January 28, 2008

You Will Be Missed President Hinckley

Our beloved prophet Gordon B Hinkley past away last night, there are mixed feelings. He is the only prophet that I can remember taking counsel from, so I think of him as my prophet. So I am very sad that I will not here from again on this earth. On the other hand I can only imagine the reception that he has received in heaven. He has missed his wife so dearly since she passed I am sure that they are happy to be together forever now. I love president Hinckley so much, and I am sad that my children won't know him as their prophet, but he couldn't Live forever.

This has reminded me of how strong my testimony is and the truthfulness of the gosple. Yes we lost our beloved and adored prophet but another will be called and he will be just as inspired as Hinckley. The work will go on and Christ will still be the head of the church. It has also reminded me how amazing eternal families are, if Justin and I live rightously we can be together through eternity. I love my church and hope that I can follow President Hinckley's example of selfless service and love. The church is True!
“This is my prayer for all of us—'Lord, increase our faith.' Increase our faith to bridge the chasms of uncertainty and doubt. . . . Grant us faith to look beyond the problems of the moment to the miracles of the future. . . . Give us faith to do what is right and let the consequence follow.” Gordon B. Hinckley

Monday, January 21, 2008

# 6 A Road Less Traveled

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Harry Potter in the classroom

Teaching children with autism is very exciting, there is never a dull moment. Today I was working on reading with one of the students in the class. This particular boy has a very vivid imagination. This week he thinks that he is harry potter, he comes to class everyday and draws a scar one his forehead, I make him glasses out of paper, and he carries a wand all day. Anyway, the only way to get him to work is to somehow incorporate harry potter into the lesson. So today I went to the library and found a harry potter book for him to read. We sit down and he starts to read and as i am taking data I realize that he is reading in the first person. I stop him and ask why... he looks at me with this bewildered look on his face, then looks down at the book and continues this for a few minutes. He then looks me in the eyes and says, " because this book is about me Mrs. Shannon duh, see the scar I am harry potter!" I apologise for the mistake and continue taking data. I love my job.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Boys will be boys

My little brother Michael is moving up to Utah to attend BYU. Justin and I went yesterday to move in some of his stuff, and I was reminded why men need woman so badly. We go to the door and knocked, after a couple of minutes a young man answers looking like we might have gotten him out of bed. (this was at 1:30 in the afternoon) We tell him why we are here and go get the stuff from the car. When I walk in there is a strange aroma permeating the apartment which can only be described as non-human. There is a single couch, and a TV in the living room. In the place of a dining table (because what human eats a table) there is a drum set, and a ping pong table up against the wall. I probably could tell you everything that had been cooked for the last two weeks, it was all still in the pans in the sink. Anyway we make our way back to the bedroom where my brother will be living, and there is the smell again. I can only hope that it does originate from that room for his sake. This is the part where I really start to feel for my brother, There are two beds and a desk crammed into a little tiny room, so what is the logical solution... BUNK BEDS! That is right my brother is going to back to his childhood days of having to share a bunk bed. When we look closely we realize that both beds are still made. I guess one of the guys was moving out that day. His stuff was of course all over the room so we could barely even walk. So we cleared a little spot in the corner and left my brother stuff there. It was sad there was my brothers stuff stacked in the corner of this smelly room in this dirty apartment where he is going to reside for at least two semesters. Now I know that not all woman are neat and tidy, but this apartment desperately needs a woman's touch.