Every year I feel like I get a little better at the holidays. This year, we got our Christmas cards out before Christmas. We had our presents (for our kids) wrapped on time…and didn’t have to stay up until the wee morning hours on Christmas Eve to get it done. I made sugar cookies with the kids and we delivered them to friends. I helped Carter write and deliver his first letter to Santa. I started prepping for Christmas Eve dinner a few days in advance so it was less stressful on Christmas Eve. We started a new tradition of Christmas morning crepes because they’re soooo much easier than the cinnamon rolls I used to make. We did our first family reenactment of the nativity, and this was my favorite thing about our entire Christmas season.
And yet, there are so many things I wish I could have done better. I have a constant, nagging feeling that I’m not doing enough. I want to follow Light the World better. I want to tie Christmas more closely to the Savior, and make sure my kids know the true meaning of the holiday. I want to do more service with my family. I want to make more crafts. I want to help my kids make presents for others. I want to make gingerbread houses (we got some kits for my parents but they are still in boxes!)…and on and on. Continue reading “The Big Christmas Post”→
A few weeks ago, President Hancock (side note: a man who gives me hope in the Church, and whom I deeply admire) asked me to speak at the adult session of stake conference. Talk about whatever you want, he said. I felt honored, blessed, excited and overwhelmed. I would be camping with my family for most of the time I had to prepare, and the conference session fell on same day as Carter’s fourth birthday party. It was a veritable outpouring of blessings (and work!) in a short period of time.
Preparing for the talk was perhaps the greatest blessing of all. I hauled my quad to Colorado as we camped all over the state, reading scriptures and swatting mosquitoes each night by lantern light as the kids slept in our tent. It was a welcome reminder that there is no excuse for shallow scripture study. Deep and meaningful scripture study connects my Spirit with God and gives me power. Recommitting to make my daily scripture studies more meaningful…starting now.
I met Marlena in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) on my first day as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She was one of my assigned companions and she greeted me with a huge smiley, “Hi, Sister Ho!” I loved her immediately.
We loved our hilarious MTC class of elders, wet our green missionary feet in Colorado Springs where we awaited visas to Taiwan (one day we tracted into a Catholic church!), and even lived in the same house with our trainers when we first arrived in Taiwan.
During our first six weeks on island, a road sign hit her in the face during a typhoon, she ate McDonald’s soft serve almost everyday, and our house of sisters chased down an enormous rat and trapped it under a shelf with plastic bags. After I was transferred, I only saw her a few more times in the next year and a half, but the work only brought us closer. When our missions ended, we commiserated by eating an entire box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
Marlena and I with our trainers, Sister Ridge and Sister Frazier, during our first few weeks in Taiwan
P-Day surprise from the elders!
Binging on chocolate to ease the sadness of ending our missions
My mission strengthened my testimony of the gospel and built the foundation of the person I am and the disciple I am trying to become. I had amazing companions, close-knit districts and inspiring wards.
After our mission, we talked on the phone almost everyday. She moved from Seattle to the Bay Area and now we live a few blocks from each other. Our kids were born a few months apart and Carter asks to play with her son, Matthew – Carter calls him Massi – everyday. He also calls Marlena “Jie Mei Ayi” (Sister Aunt) – because even though we’ve been home from the mission for over ten years, we still call each other Jie Mei. Carter is kind of obsessed with her husband, Uncle Mike.
Last weekend, our little families went to Yosemite together. We hiked down to see giant sequoias in the Tuolomne Grove. We waded in Tenaya Lake and cliff jumped into May Lake. We taught our boys to high five each other. It was lovely.
Who knew that the funny girl I met that morning in the MTC would continue to walk with me through life’s challenging and beautiful adventures?
In Marlena I found the sister I never had but always wanted. And I will be eternally grateful.
Big Red in the Tuolomne Grove
Hiking to May Lake
Carter exploring the inside of Dead Fred, a fallen sequoia