The Gift of Music

April 27, 2014

When I saw that stake conference was to be on Josh's birthday, I immediately thought of what hymn to have sung when the congregation stood.  "Rejoice, the Lord is King!"  It is a hymn that Josh gave to me (click here to read about the experience).  I found myself wondering as conference got closer if it was right for me to be self-indulgent; perhaps there was a better hymn for stake conference. I googled stake conference hymns and the first website I clicked on listed the music program for a stake conference and the first hymn listed for their conference was "Rejoice, the Lord is King!"  That blew me away and convinced me that it was okay to have us sing Josh's hymn on his birthday.

Josh was excited that I made ice cream cakes for his 11th birthday party.

This morning a string quartet accompanied the congregation as my friend, Sandy, and I joined in playing a 4-hand piano arrangement that I wrote that almost spanned all 88 keys on the piano! Josh gave me the hymn to arrange the week of my birthday five years ago. Today, I was thinking, "Right back atcha buddy!"

As I drove away from stake conference, the first song on the radio (Sounds of Sunday) was a tender mercy in itself. I don't know what it is called, but it ended with the words, "I'll send my love from the other side."  It was like getting a hug from Josh.

We're heading up to the cemetery. The girls want to leave a gift for Josh. Karina is writing a little note for him and putting it in an easter egg. Liliana is picking him a tulip. I asked Natasha what gift she could give him and she offered sweetly, "I could sing for him." 

*Update: Well, Lily chose a daffodil instead of a tulip because she said that Josh is a boy and probably wouldn't want a pink flower. The solo Natasha sang with all her heart was "This could be the start of something new, It feels so right to be here with you..." And Nathan came too. He brought Josh's viola and amazed me by playing a few songs by ear, even "Hey, There Delilah." That's a song I was teaching Josh on the guitar before he passed away. It's been a good day.

Kaleb

My blog suffered a drought from Dec 2011 until this spring. But there were still tender mercies raining down on me, washing away sorrow and giving bloom to hope and joy. Many of the little miracles, especially the ones that let me know Josh was near, had to do with our foster daughters who were still in state custody. I wasn't allowed to share much information or pictures. Now, that I've started adding posts again, I had to go back and read previous ones. I realized that I needed to follow up on one that I posted after my first Mother's Day without Josh.  

I just did a search in my journal for "Kaleb". With Josh gone, we don't see his friends much, but we tried to stay in touch with Kaleb particularly because of a dream I had. (click here to read about it) Little did I know that our small efforts would bring me one of my most memorable tender mercy with Josh.

Josh's friend, Kaleb

March 28, 2010: "Kaleb came to church with us for a 2nd week in a row. As a bonus, he and Rachel and Brian also joined us for dinner, a "Speak it Not" game and dessert. They left with a full belly and a smile on their faces."

April 8, 2010: "We brought Kaleb and Levi with us (to the BHS production of Les Mis) and they seemed impressed with it and grateful that we would include them. Good kids.

June 5, 2010: "On Saturday, Cody picked up Kaleb and we loaded up the kayaks and some snacks. Brian Jasper and his parents joined us on the water as well and it was a beautiful, sunny day."

June 6, 2010 "After Sacrament meeting I asked Kaleb if he were working toward getting the Priesthood.  He said he’d like to have it but didn’t know what to do.  I asked if he’d like to sit down with the Bishop and put together a game plan.  He said, “Sure.”  They did and on my solitary walk home, I felt that emotion that’s bigger than my heart.  If we don’t help Kaleb get to the temple, I would feel that I’ve failed Josh.  Kaleb joined us for dinner."

Jan 26, 2011: "Enos took Kaleb out to dinner on Wednesday night.  We got a late night call from Kaleb where he was worried about some things so Enos was good enough to give him a good visit. We’re hoping to get him going to church."

July 5, 2011: "The Priests went kayaking Tuesday night.  Enos told me later that Kaleb talked about his working to get the priesthood.  Kaleb had said, “Deanne’s dream is coming true.”

July 17, 2011: "We did make it home (from California) by noon and to church by one.  Kaleb had his grandparents and uncle & aunt’s family there from his mom’s side, plus his dad, Larry, came.  I was so happy to see their support for him.  There were too many of us to fit in the Bishop’s office so we went in the High Counselor’s room.  Enos had Keaton and Cody join in the circle, besides the Melchizedec Priesthood holders.  Kaleb’s uncle ordained him.  As he was asking Kaleb for his middle name, I bowed my head and asked Heavenly Father again that in the prayer, Kaleb would know of Heavenly Father’s love for him and would have no doubt that he was doing the right thing.  My prayer ended as the ordination began, but I didn’t hear it.  Josh entered the room.  My eyes remained closed but I felt him, his full presence with me, like I’ve only felt once before since he passed.  Just as when it happened on our front porch at Christmas time, it was unexpected.  I hadn’t prayed for that blessing; I hadn’t even entertained the possibility.  He was just there.  And like before, it overwhelmed me.  I don’t know how else to describe it except powerful and pure.  I found myself struggling to quiet the sobs as tears streamed down both cheeks.  I heard Kaleb’s uncle finish the prayer, catching a sentence or two, just enough to know that he was a man of the gospel and I felt a reassurance that the prayer I had sent heavenward just before his uncle’s prayer began, was answered.  As Kaleb shook hands and received hugs from those around the circle, I did my best to discreetly compose myself.  I wasn’t planning to tell anyone what I just experienced; I didn’t want it to be about me or Josh.  I didn’t want to distract attention away from Kaleb and his moment.  Kaleb’s grandma, who sat to the left of me, turned and looked at my face and just like ‘a light bulb went on’, her countenance changed and she said, “Your son was here.”  She and I didn’t know each other but she told me that Kaleb has talked about my family and she gave me a hug.  I appreciated that she understood the sacredness of what had just happened to me.  Later that night, I knelt and said my prayer.  I reviewed with Heavenly Father my experience at Kaleb’s ordination and I felt the confirmation that I was seeking.  Then, I just felt amazed that I’ve been so blessed.  I had held all of this quietly in my heart for the last seven hours, often smiling to myself as I thought, “he came.”  I wondered about telling Enos.  I understand why he and Cody didn’t have the same experience; they were in the circle and it would have disrupted the ordination.  There is no way you can feel the full presence of the spirit of someone you love and have longed for and not cry when he comes, especially when it is unexpected and you feel unprepared for so much emotion.  Enos came to bed and asked, “What did Kaleb’s grandma say to you?”  I told him, “she said, ‘your son was here’”.  Then I shared everything with him.  His response was, “You need to tell Kaleb.”  Yes, I expect I do.  I imagine Josh was there for Kaleb, even though it was me that gets to tell him about it.  I’ll probably give Kaleb another letter, like when I shared the dream where Josh communicated to me on a Mother’s day morning.  Yes, I think my dream is coming true.  I expected nothing less."

Oct. 23, 2011 "Kaleb came home with Enos after doing sacrament for the shut-ins and had dinner with us. He also stayed for home teachers. He's just been assigned to go out home teaching with Bro. Bryner."

In My Daughter's Eyes

Josh said, "I'm going to give you a baby girl" in October of 2008.  (click here to read about that) It was on my mind a lot one day in January of 2009 and that night I felt impressed to pray about what had happened.

Journal Entry: Jan. 18^th, 2009

A few days ago, I finally prayed about the ‘message’ I got from Josh, expecting to have that uncomfortable feeling from the spirit, letting me discern that it was just my imagination, but I just felt peace.  I asked Heavenly Father to let me know.  The very next day, I went out to get the mail and there were the February church magazines.  I thumbed through the Ensign.  There was an eight page focus on adoption.  Personal stories by a birth mother, a birth father, a ‘birth’ grandparent, and from someone that had been adopted as a baby.  As I read every word, I felt that wave of emotion again that I couldn’t explain away.  The Friend magazine also had a story about a couple that adopted a baby girl.  Was it just coincidence?

Friday morning we met with Dan, from Utah Foster Care Foundation.  We have forms to fill out and are signed up for classes that will be held Tues and Thurs evenings throughout March.  After he left, I found myself so excited.  I know that we’re in for challenges, heartaches, and sacrifices, but this is Heavenly Father’s plan for us and he knows and loves us and I have to conclude that there will be great joy as well.

The bishop told me this morning in church that he was extending a call to a sister in a week to replace me as Relief Society president.  I am okay with that.  I already feel like the Lord has extended a new call to me.  (click here to read about it) Prepare Every Needful Thing. You are going to be foster parents and someday, add to your eternal family through adoption.  Josh will be an active participant.  That fills my heart with tender emotion.

I asked in my personal prayer last night if I should believe what I perceived that Josh told me.  You see, last night at a ‘new neighbor’ get-together at the Tobin’s, I got to hold our new neighbor’s baby, Lillie.  As much as I adored her and enjoyed her smiles, I was caught up in the almost unbelievable thought of being a mom at my age to such a little creature.  During my prayer, I was told not to worry about believing, but to start hoping. 

This morning on the front page of the newspaper was an article encouraging families here in Weber County to consider fostering children.  Enos made a comment that after all this publicity; people are going to think we’re just following the crowd when they see us with foster children. 'We’re not following the crowd', I thought, 'we’re following the Lord.'

I haven’t mentioned a word about the baby stuff to anybody, not even Enos.  I’ve considered it; of sharing especially with Enos but when I thought about it, I heard, “Treasure these things up in your heart.”  I decided to wait.

Journal Entry: Jan. 29, 2009

It’s not a calendar-catch-up-session, I just wanted to record what happened this morning.  When I woke up (to Enos’ alarm) I laid there quietly thinking about the possibility of adopting a baby girl.  Enos turned on the radio as he got out of bed (which he never does) and the next song that came on was “In My Daughter’s Eyes”.  I was doing all I could to hold in the emotion as I heard words like, miracle and ‘sent to rescue me’.  Someday I’ll share this with Enos but he left the room before the song was finished and I shut the radio off and knelt to pray.  The one thing new that I received during that prayer was, “There are many people working on this for you.”  I told Heavenly Father that I was humbled by that and I asked Him to thank them for me.

Four years later this song was an answer to another prayer, and it was given to me in a most remarkable way. But, I'm trying to stay on a chronological path, so that will be a story for another day. 

(I couldn't get it to upload except as an mp4 file, so you lose resolution if you go full-screen ~ sorry).

The beginning

 I have an itch to start at the beginning, to somehow connect the dots from there to here. But, then again, I'm not sure where our journey to adopt began because I believe we lived before we were born. In heaven, we had relationships; we had desires, dreams, and perhaps, we made promises.

Our last day with our 12-year-old son, Josh, was on Easter Sunday, March 23, 2008.  We had a Japanese student staying with us, and my husband, Enos, decided to have us go outside to take pictures. If you look up 'josh' in the dictionary you'll find the definition, "to tease good-naturedly".  Can you guess from looking at the pictures, which one is Josh? 
 {The rest of us were just trying to keep our eyes open against the glare of the sun, but Josh was having fun.} 

Josh went to sleep that night and never woke up. He died from a seizure.  Maybe down the road I'll be able to describe that day for others; right now I'll just say that it oscillated between being horrifying to being holy. 

About seven months later, I was alone in the kitchen washing dishes when I heard, "I'm going to give you a baby girl." Instantly I replied, "I never asked for a baby girl!" I waited for his reply but I was left alone with my own frantic thoughts.  Why? What was he thinking? Nathan, our youngest, was almost eleven.  A baby, now, at my age?!  I couldn't sleep that night. I didn't tell Enos, not for months, nor did I write about it in my journal. Because I wasn't ready to have it validated, I didn't even pray about it for a long time.

Fostering to adopt had vaguely been in our family plan since Nate was in diapers. One day I had read in the paper about a Child of the Week, a boy, who needed a family. The spirit overcame me and tears flooded my eyes and I just knew. But, because the newspaper picture was of a boy (maybe 9 years old), I assumed that it would be a boy that would come into our home and become a part of our eternal family. But a baby girl! It took a long time for me to accept the gift Josh had offered me. On our foster-to-adopt forms in March of 2010, we put that we were willing to take one child up to the age of 10. The first call that came was for three sisters, ages 3, 2 and a baby. A baby girl.  Sometimes I wonder if Josh would have said more that night in October of 2008 if I had just kept my mouth shut, or if I had been gracious and humble, like Mary who said, "Behold, the handmaid of the Lord, be it unto me according to thy word." Would he have told me that this beautiful baby girl had two sisters that I would also come to love as my own children? 

 At about halfway through our foster-to-adopt journey, after seeing more downs than ups, I heard Josh say, "Don't you trust me?"  I tried; I did, and when I felt to waver, I prayed that the Lord would give me something.  It always came. That is the thread that connects the dots between there and here in our journey to complete our family: the tender mercies. 

I'm staying up late this night before Easter to publish this post right now because I wanted to remind myself and others that you don't know what will happen tomorrow. Smile, hold a hand, say thank you and I'm sorry. Give a hug, play a game together, sing a song, pray together. And if something terrible happens, something as painful as waking up and finding that someone you love with all your heart is no longer with you. know that Because of Him, there is no such thing as the end.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_S3TI4bYerU

Ask and ye shall receive

Today was general conference. With extended family here as well as our bishop, Enos gave our newly adopted daughters their name blessings. It was wonderful!  It made me remember an experience that kept us on the path to complete our family. One that I wanted to share.

 As I was saying my personal prayer one night at the end of September 2011, I remembered a question our home teacher had asked. After presenting the message on preparing for General Conference, he had asked if Enos or I could share an experience where we had prayed for an answer or for direction and then received it through listening to the conference talks. We had nothing. So, as I knelt in prayer, I thought, “Why not?” 

Yareli's Birthday Party 2011

Karina's Birthday 2011

The girls had been back living with their biological dad for four months now.  We were able to visit the girls at least monthly, even celebrating their birthdays with them.  I had assumed the DCFS case was closed.  Now what?  Do we go back to fostering?  What if we were fostering other children and the girls came back into the system and they didn’t call us?  Although I missed the girls, I had enjoyed a summer of personal freedom.  Did I want to dedicate myself to fostering children again?  Did the Lord expect me to?  I was feeling a little old for being a mom to little children. I wasn’t sure I could talk Enos into being a foster dad again even if the Lord could talk me into it. 

I shared all this in a long prayer.  “Heavenly Father,” I asked, “Wilt thou let me know through the leaders of thy church if foster care is the path you want me to take?”  I trusted He would.  This was Thursday night.

Friday night, preceding conference, when I continued in my personal scripture studying, there was a verse that brought a spiritual surge to me.  “…Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9) I underlined it and pondered on it for some time, feeling like the spirit was saying this verse was speaking to me about our journey to adopt through foster care. Saturday morning during conference, Pres. Uchtdorf quoted the same verse in his talk titled, “You Matter to Him.”  The same impression came when I heard him say it as when I read it the night before.

Saturday afternoon Elder Neil L. Andersen gave a talk titled, “Children”.  Here are a few quotes that I took notice of:

       From a blog written by a Christian woman,  “Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for.” (Rachel Jankovic, “Motherhood Is a Calling (and Where Your Children Rank),” July 14, 2011, desiringgod.org.)

      Elder Anderson shared the story of Becky & President J. Scott Dorius of the Peru Lima West Mission. 

“We waited, gained perspective, and learned patience. After 25 years of marriage, a miracle baby came into our lives. We adopted two-year-old Nicole and then newborn Nikolai. Strangers now compliment us on our beautiful grandchildren. We laugh and say, ‘They are our children. We have lived our lives backwards.’”

Elder Anderson also shared this scripture:

      “And [Jesus] took a child … in his arms [and] said …“Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me, receiveth … him that sent me.” (Mark 9:36-37) And he concluded with, “What a wonderful blessing we have to receive sons and daughters of God into our home.  Let us humbly and prayerfully seek to understand and accept God’s commandments, reverently listening for the voice of His Holy Spirit.  Families are central to God’s eternal plan. I testify of the great blessing of children and of the happiness they will bring us in this life and in the eternities, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.”

It seemed Elder Anderson did a masterful job answering my concerns about my need for me-time (Children is why God gave us time) and about being too old to be a mother of young children (just ask the Dorius family). 

Interestingly, it didn’t end with General Conference.  Enos and I attended the Salt Lake City temple the next morning (Monday) as a friend of ours was getting married.  As the couple knelt at the altar, Elder Marvin K. Jensen, who was a friend of the bride’s family and acting as the sealer, paused briefly, and said, “Sometimes we add to our families through fostering and adopting children.”  He probably didn't know who he was supposed to say that for, and hopefully this young couple didn't stress too much about the possibility of having to adopt because they wouldn't be able to conceive (they have since had a beautiful baby girl.) 

  

The very next day, (Tuesday) I saw on caller ID that our Resource Family Consultant was calling.  I did not pick up.  I had decided when the girls returned home that I would give us at least 6 months before accepting another placement, if we even continued doing foster care.  Nathan was home and overheard the message.  There was a nine year old boy that needed a foster family.  Nate insisted that I call and get all the details.  So, I did. 

Christian and I, 2011

I shared the information with Enos when he came home from work.  I didn’t think he would even consider accepting, but he did.  We were pressured to make a decision in ten minutes. After Enos and Nate said yes, I knelt by my bed alone in my room.  I told Heavenly Father that it felt like we were supposed to accept Christian into our home. As I asked for a confirmation from the spirit, a conversation replayed in my mind. Within the first few months of having the girls in our home a little over a year previous to this, Kairna (having just turned 4) said something that implied that she thought I was a 'career' foster mom. I told her that they were our first foster children and would probably be our last (it had been an extremely difficult first few months with the girls.)   Karina responded, "But Mama Deanne, you have to foster again!"  I asked her why. She said, "because Heavenly Father wants you to." This stunned me because although I had taught them to pray, I had not explained to them how Heavenly Father had guided me to be a foster mom in the first place.  I asked Karina, "Why does Heavenly Father want me to foster children again?"  Her answer sank deep in my heart and returned to me as I prayed about accepting Christian into our home.  "Because," Karina said, "He wants you to be happy."  I had my answer. 

Having Christian kept us licenced to foster children. Amazingly, he was able to be reunified with his bio-mom in six and a half months. Then, we got the call asking if we would take the girls again.

How grateful I am that a dedicated Home Teacher gave the lesson and issued a challenge. General Conference is a conduit for personal revelation. God is so good to listen to our prayers and he has the power to answer them.  He loves us.  

A New Name

This is a copy of the talk I gave yesterday in church:

Brother Butters called this morning and said that when he had to find a replacement for someone who was sick today, my name just popped into his head.  A week and a half ago I was reflecting on the many miracles that have happened on our adoption journey and I asked Heavenly Father if I could have a chance to share with my ward family some of these tender mercies.  So here I am and I have no one to blame but myself. 

Joshua at University of Virginia

Our twelve year old son, Joshua, who passed away six years ago, has helped to complete our family. I've had a hard time this morning trying to figure out what I could share in ten minutes, because I’ve kept a log on the computer separate from my personal journal of the tender mercies I have received specific to this journey and it is over 28,000 words long.

 Over four years ago, I was looking at an empty wall in our game room and I thought, “I’ll just save room there for pictures of our future foster children.” But, my train of thought was interrupted with one word, “Natasha.”  I wondered if a Natasha would come into our home and if we would adopt her. Not too long after that, I felt an impression to look up the meaning behind the name, which I did. I knew a Natasha. She was Josh’s age and lived across the street from us until we moved here. She continued to come to our house weekly for piano lessons.  I asked her if she knew the meaning of her name. She didn’t and I shared it with her. 

We got our first call to foster and it wasn’t a Natasha, and it wasn’t one child, as we had expected. Three little sisters needed a family. 

               

         Meeting Yareli for the first time.

    

Meeting Liliana & Karina.

When I prayed for direction, the Lord answered in a powerful way that we were to accept this baby and her 2 and 3 year old sisters into our home.  Thus began the roller coaster ride.

Fast forward three and a half years to last November. Our therapist talked to the girls individually about adoption, focusing on preparing them for their last name to change to Cummings. Apparently, she also told them that some adoptive kids choose to change their middle names and even occasionally their first names. When Karina came out from her visit, she told me that she wanted "LaNae" to be her new first name. I was stunned. I responded that I liked Karina and never planned to change her name. I also expressed surprise that she remembered that LaNae was my middle name as it has only come up in conversation maybe two times in the three and a half years she has known me.

Lily followed suit and declared that she wanted a first new name. "Really," I said, "and what name do you want?" She said, "May." I asked, "Where did you get May?" She replied, "From Pokemon." Again, I was stunned. Pokemon? It made me think of Josh, I had a flashback to a big box of Pokemon toys. Josh was ready to donate his well-used collection to another family in our neighborhood. It was me that was having a hard time with that. Josh was Ash for Halloween; his birthday parties included Pokemon ball pinatas and matching cakes. He had collected the cards and played with the toys like they were his best friends. When I carried the box out to the car, I felt like I was letting go of his childhood before I was ready. May. The girl from Pokemon. Did Josh have some influence over this choice? Nathan had put on Pokemon shows for the girls, but only a few times over several years.

I did not encourage the girls' desire to change their first name. I had secretly considered changing Yareli's name because it was difficult for people to say and to remember. For over a year, Yareli often asked me to pretend to be her mom and she would be my daughter, Rosie. I thought about changing her name to Rose. I did remember hearing the voice that said, "Natasha" over four years ago, but I didn't think Yareli would like it if I told her that I was going to change her name to Natasha.

But this is what happened. Liliana was with me in the car as we headed to pick up Yareli at preschool. I was telling Liliana that May seems more like a middle name and that if she didn’t want Liliana as a first name, there were so many beautiful names out there to choose from. She said, “Yeah, like…” and she made up a name out of nonsense syllables. I said, “You just made up that name.”  She said, “Well, what about…” and she threw out another one, and I responded, “Now you’re just being silly.” A minute later she said, “What about Natasha?”  “Where did you get Natasha?” I asked. She said, “I made it up.”  I asked, “Do you know a Natasha at school?”  “No,” she insisted, “I just made up the name in my mind.”  I felt the spirit zing from my head down to my toes. Josh whispered to her. I knew it. I said, “Lily, do you want Natasha as your first name?” She said, “No, I want you to call me May, but Karina or Yareli can have Natasha for their name.” 

Princess Natasha, 4

As of yet, Yareli had not talked about wanting a new name.  After she got in the car, Lily said, “Yareli, I made up a new name and it is beautiful and you can have it if you want. It's Natasha." I held my breath and all she said in answer was, "Will you start the song over and turn up the music?”  End of subject, I thought, but then about three minutes later I heard, “My new name is going to be Natasha.” Yareli spoke firmly. I didn’t answer, I just prayed, “Heavenly Father, if this is what I think it is, all I ask is that you commit her; I’m not going to encourage or discourage this.”  Yareli repeated, “My new name is going to be Natasha.”  I didn’t really call her Natasha until in February when she put her hand on her hip and said, “If you keep calling me Yareli instead of Natasha, then I’m going to call you Mama Deanne instead of Mom.” Lesson learned. Natasha’s preschool teacher said to me one day in February, “I can’t believe how committed Natasha is to her new name. Not only has she told all her friends, but she has been telling their parents to call her Natasha.”  Heavenly Father answered my prayer.

Last month I asked her how she knew Natasha was to be her new name, wondering if she would say she heard a voice in her head like I did a long time ago; she replied in her sweet, matter-of-fact voice, “I didn’t learn it from you; I just know’d it.”

Liliana May & Karina LaNae

We felt like Karina and Liliana have established their identity with their names, having already gone to elementary school and were able to convince them that their new choice of names would become their middle names. I have since looked up the meaning of the name May and learned that it is the pet name for "Margret" (click here to read about her)and "Mary". These are the two grandmas that our boys grew up with and they are both in the spirit world now with Josh.

  Although I was frustrated with having two girls wanting to change their first names when I wasn't feeling good about it, I now see that if the older two sisters hadn't been talking about changing their first names, Natasha probably wouldn't have wanted her new name.

Now the amazing part. From the computer I learned over four years ago that Natasha comes from Natalia which means birthday in reference to Jesus’ birth. Traditionally girls born around Christmas time were named Natasha. I looked back in my journal to see when Natasha chose her new name. It was the Thursday before Christmas. It gets even better. We were told by the judge in September to expect adoption to be nine months to a year out. Amazingly, both biological parents dropped their appeals in January and we were able to adopt on what was supposed to just be a ‘review of appeals’ court date.  Because we have family coming up to watch General Conference with us this Sunday (as is our tradition) we decided to have Enos give each of the girls their Name Blessings on that day.  We came to realize that General Conference is on April 6^th, Jesus Birthday, as was revealed by the prophet, Joseph Smith. There was a reason that I was impressed to look up the meaning of “Natasha” over four years ago.  The Lord knew that in time, it would be a witness of the workings of His Hands and of the helping hands of our son, Josh.

Nathan is holding pictures of Cody (serving a mission in MN) and Josh (serving in the Spirit World)

We adopted last week and took a trip both celebrating the adoption and interestingly, the last day of our trip was Josh’s day, the day he entered the spirit world.  We look forward to having the girls sealed to us in the temple on Saturday, April 26th and Josh’s birthday is the next day, Sunday April 27th.  Everything has come together. It has been a difficult road but every time I have prayed for divine help or manifestations for comfort and strength, there have been little miracles, little tender mercies. They testify of God’s love and His goodness.  They testify of the importance of families in God’s plan.  Karina, Liliana, and Natasha will join Cody, Joshua and Nathan in being with Enos and I in the covenant, on the path to exaltation. I pray we will live worthy of such marvelous blessings. And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Natasha Godfrey

***After Sacrament meeting, Brother Butters thought I’d find it interesting that the gal I replaced as a speaker today was named Natasha. I told him I didn’t know we had a Natasha in our ward.  He said that she is new and is a single girl in college who is a runner.  Guess who that made me think of….Natasha Godfrey.  It just seemed to be an interesting amen to my conclusion that Josh had chosen that name to honor his beautiful friend, Natasha.

Prepare Every Needful Thing

One Sunday morning I heard, “Prepare Every Needful Thing.”  I was lying in bed alone in my room, but I heard the words just as if someone stood beside me speaking them with authority.

What did that mean? Was something going to happen? I had been Relief Society President for over three years. Was I to get things in order and prepare to ‘pass the torch’? Did it have anything to do with my calling? No, that didn't feel right.

My thoughts went to disaster, literally. We live along the Wasatch Front.  Was I to prepare for an impending earthquake?  No sense of confirmation followed that thought.

I only had one more idea, but I didn't like entertaining it. I knew “Prepare every needful thing” was part of a scripture in the Doctrine and Covenants but I wasn't adept enough to quote it by heart, so I left the coziness of my bed and looked it up on LDS.org. The verse is found in D&C 88:119 and repeated in 109:15. “Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.”

Usually I keep things (like hearing voices) to myself, at least until I see the purpose and feel a conclusion. However, wanting some input, I shared with my husband, Enos, and our sixteen-year-old son, Cody. Not much came back from either one of them. That left me with that one idea that I didn't want to think about. There’s another scripture that says now is the time to prepare to meet God.

When I was 13 years old, my parents called a family council. I, with my five siblings, listened attentively as we were told that Mom had breast cancer and the doctors thought she had about two months left to live. Dad said that he had fasted and prayed and knew that she would be healed. He was right. There was a ward fast and the tumors shrunk 1/3 their size. After a stake fast my mom said that she knew there had been a change in her body and that the cancer was gone. Her doctor was flabbergasted. How could these fast growing malignant tumors completely disappear? She hadn't begun any treatments. Her doctor was almost convinced to believe in her God.  About five years later, my mom had pain in her leg. Cancer was the culprit and even with two years of aggressive treatment, cancer overcame her entire body and she died at the age of 43.  At the time of her death, my youngest brother was eight years old. My mom had been given a Priesthood blessing in which she was promised that she would live to raise her children in the gospel. Doug had been baptized and although the blessing wasn't fulfilled in the way we hoped, I have to concede it was fulfilled.

Interestingly, now, on this January Fast Sunday of 2009, I was 43 years old, the same age that my mom had died. 

It was only a few months before this that a friend had told me that her greatest fear has been that one of her kids would die. She thinks a lot about that. She wondered if before our twelve-year-old son, Josh, passed away unexpectedly in March, I had also feared losing a child. Because of my experiences with Mom’s early death, my fear had been that I would die while my kids were still kids. Josh’s death had totally side-swiped me.

“Prepare Every Needful Thing” had awakened in me the fear that I wouldn’t be here for our other two boys when they needed me. It’s not that I received a spiritual feeling that I was on the right track, it’s that I hadn’t received any other direction. I continued my fast that day and increased my scripture reading and prayers the next few days, waiting to receive more. On Thursday, as I was walking down the hallway, “prepare every needful thing” just kind of morphed to “prepare to receive children into your home”.  Immediately, the spirit filled me. You know how that is. I fought back tears as I knelt at the couch and shared what I had just received. The confirmation came.

I look back to this experience and see that the Lord has a sense of humor.  He let me contemplate the possibility of the end of my mortality to help me be grateful for the assignment of being a foster mom because he knew what a difficult road I was about to embark upon.