Monday Memories – It Hurts Your Mouth

You know how you just get some images burned in your brain and they make you laugh every time your memory scans across one?  One of those images is watching Grace laugh.  She goes completely silent and can’t talk or even make a noise, her eyes fill with tears, and her shoulders, straight back, go up and down.  I love that image.  The other night when we went out to supper she got to laughing like that.  She had asked me to repeat the story of when Abe was three and in the church nursery.  I don’t know why she thinks it’s funny.

Ty - nearly 1
Cali - nearly 4
Abe - freshly 2
I love being their mom.

We were country folk.  We had left the ranch and had temporarily moved closer to town.  Instead of being in a country ward for church, we were now in a city ward.  It was our first Sunday in our new ward.  I was nervous and hoped the kids would be on their best behavior, especially fitting for a new ward – a city ward where little boys did not wear cowboy boots to church.  Cali was five.  Abe was three.  Ty was two.  Ande was going to be born any day.  That first Sunday Cali went to her primary class and Abe and Ty went to the nursery.  I was in the restroom in between classes when in came Leila Schroeder herding all the little potty-trained nursery kids.  She saw me and came over and said laughingly, “Remind me to tell you sometime what Abe said in nursery.”

I panicked.  Abe had been talking in sentences since he was fifteen months old.  The day I brought Ty home from the hospital he said, “Drink milk, please.”  Now that he was three he had lots of words in his vocabulary that he knew how to string together into sentences.  Who knew what family secrets he’d told Leila.  Eight months earlier he told the nursery I was going to have a baby and we hadn’t told anyone yet, let alone Abe.  The ward knew before Calvin’s folks. 

I told Leila, “Oh, please, tell me now!” 

She smiled, looked at the little kids, and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.”

I replied, “You might forget.”

She said, “Oh….I won’t forget.”

I begged, “Please tell me.”

I imagine she could see the worry and didn’t want to be the one to send me into labor because that might mean she might be babysitting all afternoon, too.  She was one of our closest neighbors.  She left her little herd and came over close.  “Well.  We were sitting at the little table in the classroom.  All the kids were quietly coloring their pictures of Jesus when out of the blue Abe said, ‘Sisser Schroeder, damnit is a bad word.’”

Leila’s eyes got big at this point of the story and she said, “I looked around to see if any of the other little kids were listening to him.  They were busy coloring their pictures, so I quietly said back to him, ‘Why yes.  Yes, it is a bad word, Abe.’"

She continued, “Abe kept coloring and without breaking a stroke he said, ‘And sh*t’s even worse.’"

She said, “I looked at the door to see if any parents were coming in.  I was afraid of what word he was going to say next.  He still kept coloring and then said, ‘It hurts your mouth when you say those words.’

“I said, ‘Yes it does.  Heavenly Father doesn’t like us to use those words and it hurts our mouth when we say them.

“Abe said, ‘Nope.  That’s not why.  It hurts because your mom washes your mouth out with soap when you say them.’”

Leila finished, “And that is when I thought it would be a nice time to take everybody to the bathroom.”

Oh gee.  I can remember that conversation like it was yesterday.  I was wearing that black polka dotted maternity dress.  I did not teach Abe either of those words.  Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street did not teach Abe those words.  Ty and Cali did not teach Abe those words.  That leaves only one person who could have taught Abe those words.

Someday when Grace and Abe have a little Abe that talks in sentences in nursery, I’ll think this story is very funny.  Until then, thinking of Grace laughing while I tell it is what makes me laugh.

Tuesday Trivia and Wednesday Homemaking Tip

• Ever since the Bergeson kids grew up we haven’t had a trick or treater.  Not one.  Monday night about 8:30 lights pulled into the driveway and I thought, “Hey!  It’s a trick or treater!  Good thing I picked something up today just in case.”   Nope.  No trick or treater.  It was our home teacher bringing us rootbeer and vanilla ice cream.  It was the best because Calvin and I had just finished family night and didn’t have any treats to end it with, and Calvin is hardly fooled that Kool-aid can count as a treat.  It was such a fun surprise. 

• A few weeks ago I got the same fortune in a fortune cookie that I got 29 ½ years ago (just a few weeks before we got married).  The fortune reads, “Your love life will be happy and harmonious.”  And that must be fortune enough because there were no lottery numbers to go with it.  Now I'm not superstitious, knock on wood, but I do put some stock in a fortune cookie that says what I want it to say.  And while Calvin and I aren't always harmonious (I still can't read his mind and he's been teaching me for 29 years), our life with each other is happy and full of love . . . and two fortune cookies say it's so.

•  I made pepper jelly and grape jelly today.  The pepper jelly didn't set up, so after I processed it I had to dump it back in the pan and add another box of pectin.  I added 1/2 cup of applesauce to it for an extra dose of pectin and re-bottled it.  It's set now.    

• Really good grocery sales make me excited.  I still remember when chicken legs were 29 cents a pound a few years ago.  We ate them every Wednesday night for a year.  Today I went to Wal-Mart to get pectin, wax paper, and sugar.  Sugar has gone up again.  So has cottage cheese.  So has pectin.  So has everything else but bananas.  And our Wal-Mart doesn’t carry wax paper anymore.  It was a very discouraging trip . . . until I went down the 75% off all Halloween items.  Oh, oh, oh!  Bags of miniature Reese’s peanut butter cups were only 62 cents as were the bags of candy corn M&M’s.  I figured 15 bags would take care of the future.  Cupcake sprinkles were only 43 cents and cellophane bags were 36 cents.  I suddenly felt fine about the price of cottage cheese.  The M&M’s are the right color for Thanksgiving so are the orange cellophane bags.  The black bags will work perfect for Christmas with some red and white striped paper.

eighteen25 has their new
free fall printable posted 

• My favorite holiday is coming.

• We voted last night.  I always find the initiatives interesting and wonder who thinks them up.  Two of the initiatives included this time were whether or not the state should close the state liquor stores and turn it over to the private business sector, and whether or not the state should let their savings account grow or should spend it.  Today there were a few people at Wal-Mart trying to get enough signatures to put legalizing marijuana on a future ballot.  They weren’t having much success.

• I discovered that I’m allergic to almonds.  I am sad.  First walnuts, then pecans, and now almonds.  Why oh why couldn’t I have been allergic to Brazil nuts instead.

•  Today’s homemaking tip is to make extra burritos the next time you cook them for supper.  Roll them up, wrap them in foil, and put them in the freezer.  Another tip is to roll them up, wrap them in foil, and put them in the crockpot turned on warm for a tailgate or potluck party.  They’re both handy tips.  Here's the recipe I use for the filling.

• Calvin cured some bacon.  It’s not his first time, but it is his best.  The next batch is going to be perfect.  He and Ray also made sausage from the deer they shot a couple of weeks ago.  They added pork fat then either maple flavoring or hot spices.  I made biscuits and gravy using the maple flavored sausage and it was really, really good.  (Venison wore its welcome out the year we ate it and ate it and ate it and ate it some more, so I was excited to have this taste so good.)   

• While searching for information about Gideon from the Old Testament I read an article by Lynn Hartsell that said that corn always has an even number of rows, there is one strand of corn silk for each kernel of corn, and a normal-size ear of corn has 800 to 1,000 kernels (and silk strands).  I thought that was plain interesting.

• We’re going to see Abe and Grace this weekend.  We’re going to the Air Force – Army game while we’re there.  We’re excited to go.  Abe says we have to wear Army colors.  I may wear gold and black, but I will still cheer for the blue and white as well.  I always win at these games because I can cheer for both sides.  Always.  Of course I guess that means I always lose, too.  I started collecting a pile of things to take to Abe and Grace.  I wish the airlines didn’t have the liquid restriction because Abe likes grape jelly.   

•  Ty and Michelle find out in another week whether baby Payne is a boy or girl.  

6:30 a.m. is a bit early for a coo and a smile on demand

• I really love being a grandma.  Better even than M&M's for 62 cents.

What's your trivia this week?  I'd love to read it.

Monday Memories – To Infinity and Beyond . . .

I should have known Saturday would be a good day. We were at my sister Chris’ house in Idaho and we got to sleep in. Then niece Charlie and her friend Nephi fixed us sausage and pancakes for breakfast and did the dishes. Next everyone gathered in the living room to visit, and I hemmed pants for my nephew Jake and my brother-in-law Bruce, while my sister Marcia folded clothes, and niece Haley ironed clothes for everyone.

Then we went to town and saw my niece Jenny, her husband Ed, and their five little boys. Jenny is a creative homemaker and it was fun to see the new curtains she’d sewn. The little boys showed us their costumes and how they could jump from their top bunk to the double bed without getting hurt or hitting the ceiling. Those little boys were so gracious and excited for company and Chris, Marcia, and I are just the great aunts. Next we stopped at the bookstore and I was happy to run into an old friend. And then as if that weren’t enough, they had fry sauce at Five Guys and Fries. I should have guessed with all these good things lining up it was going to be a great day, but there was no way I could have supposed exactly how wonderful it would be.

Saturday afternoon Bruce and Chris were sealed in the Twin Falls, Idaho LDS temple, then their children Charlie and Jake were sealed to them. It was such an incredibly sweet experience. Bruce and Chris were married in an LDS chapel 31 years ago by Karl Nelson, who was then our stake president. Bruce wasn’t a member of the Church then, but a year ago he was baptized. Saturday that same Karl Nelson, who is now the temple president in Twin Falls, officiated at their sealing ceremony. It was an incredible event to be a part of. I won’t ever forget the look on Bruce and Chris’ faces. Ever. There was such deep emotion exchanged as they looked at each other; it was like we could see into their hearts through their eyes.  

It was beyond great to see them so excited and united as a family.  As we drove to their home at the end of the day it felt good to reflect and reminisce with them.  They have not only been family, but our friends.  

Bruce and Chris watching the airshow at Ty's graduation

As Chris often types in her e-mails: 

 to infinity and beyond . . . 

This video helps to explain why being sealed in the temples is so important to us.

Thursday Thinking – “Every path hath a puddle.” – George Herbert

There is just no getting around it. Some of life’s challenges are not pretty. They don’t look pretty. They don’t smell pretty. They don’t sound pretty. But. They’re our challenges, we carry them, and we own them.

On the other hand, some challenges have a romantic nature. Others cheer. They pray. They send flowers. They write songs about them. They hold their breath and hope the challenged will conquer.

Regardless of whether our challenges are public or private, inspiring or discomfiting, short-lived or long-term, they have the capability to first soften, slowly refine, and at last strengthen us. That is the purpose of them, right?  To help us be the best we can be – to make our backs a little straighter, our necks more bowed.

Like you, I have had both kinds of challenges:  the pretty and the ugly. Regardless of their nature, all. were. difficult.  

Photo by Tony Mills -- National Geographic

Like you, sometimes I have been able to stay balanced and remain poised while I carried them . . . 

while other times the challenges dangled from me as I slumped with little dignity intact.

Today I watched this music video. I especially enjoyed the last few seconds where it shows a variety of challenges that people carry. Regardless of our challenges, be they publicly celebrated or quietly carried, they’re ours for the growing and, God be thanked, He doesn’t expect us to carry them alone.  Nor does He not give us something in return for carrying them.

That’s what I’ve been thinking about: what others' challenges are and if there is something I can do to help carry them rather than just telling them how to readjust their load so it isn't so uncomfortable watching them carry it.

How about you? What have you been thinking about?

Homemaking Tip – It's Seldom Convenient

When I was about twenty-five, my friend Teri said, “Serving others is seldom convenient.” I had never thought about that before, but knew she was right on cue when she said it. If I waited for helping others to easily fit into my schedule I wouldn’t be doing much for anyone ever. Still today I often hear Teri’s voice “Serving others is seldom convenient” when I see someone who needs help right away. Recognizing that it’s senseless to expect serving others to be convenient helps me to better seize opportunities.

I’ve decided canning is like that, too. It’s seldom convenient. It seems the things that need to be bottled are ready the very week that is already stacked high and deep.

Like grapes. They’re ready so I’ve been canning grape juice for the last few days. Not only was the ripening of the grapes not convenient, but neither has juicing them been. The bottom broke out of one of the bottles when the scalding grape juice hit it. It filled a drawer with grape juice and trickled down to other the drawers as well. It splattered across the kitchen floor and down the sides of the stove. Sticky. Purple. Everywhere. Later, the little metal juicer spout fell into a bottle. I didn’t notice the spout was gone until jars and jars were filled and then had to search the bottles of juice to find it.

No, serving others and canning are seldom convenient. In fact, now that I think about it, most worthwhile endeavors are seldom convenient, and expecting them to be so only makes it easier to procrastinate or desert trying altogether.

And now the buzzer is beeping again telling me it’s time to fill more bottles. Grapes have no regard for blogging. I’m telling you, canning is seldom convenient.

And that's my tip for today:  don't expect for good things to be convenient.

Monday Memories – Calvin’s Toothpicks

Along about my 4th grade year, cinnamon toothpicks were a big fad. The sixth grade boys especially liked them. If your mom wasn’t going to the store soon, you could make your own by sticking plain wooden toothpicks into little vials of cinnamon oil and letting them soak over night. Lots of us did that and then promptly burned our eyes by accidently rubbing them after touching the fresh toothpicks.

My childhood best friend, Nita, said the doctors had to operate and take a ball of wood the size of a golf-ball out of her dad’s stomach because he used to chew on toothpicks all the time. Nita said she never saw the ball, but that it was true. I didn’t doubt it. Nita said that’s why her dad said we shouldn’t chew on toothpicks but should just suck the cinnamon from them instead.

When we got married I told Calvin about Nita's dad, because he liked chewing on wooden toothpicks too. One day Calvin discovered plastic toothpicks and he began chewing on them instead.  You may notice that a lot of the pictures of toothpicks that I post on the blog have Calvin on the other end. 

    

    

Calvin always tucks his toothpicks in his pocket for later, but they come out somewhere in the wash instead.

For several years I subscribed to a food magazine and each issue had a drawing of a wooden toothpick hidden somewhere in the magazine. They called it searching for Ted’s Toothpick. Abe always looked for it and often found it, but we never claimed the prize. A week ago while I was at work something kept poking me. I knew what it was without looking; it was one of Calvin’s toothpicks. I went into the bathroom stall, lifted up my dress, turned it inside out and started feeling the seams, searching for Calvin’s toothpick. I thought, “This is just like searching for Ted’s Toothpick, except there is no prize and I don’t have Abe’s help.” Toothpick #87 was in the blue and black floral dress, right side seam, waist high.

A day or two later Calvin was sitting on the bed while I was pulling out toothpick #93 from a pair of socks. He watched me carefully unweave it from the fabric and said, “Someday you’re going to miss finding my toothpicks everywhere.”

I said, “I promise you I won’t. I will miss a lot of things someday, but I will not miss finding toothpicks in the washcloths, in the socks, especially in my whites, in my dresses, in my coats, or in my shirts. That is one thing I can promise you I will not miss.”

He laughed and said, “Oh yes you will!”

Last week Calvin left to go hunting. Guess what I found in the carpet right after he left? Yes. Toothpick #106. I picked it up and set it on my dresser with every intention to throw it away. Five days later there it still sits next to the love note he left on my pillow.

He told me so.

Life in Our World – Seven for Saturday

1. Calvin has gone hunting with Ray. They met up with Trevor, and my brother-in-law Bruce, and nephews Jake and Ryan, too. My sister Chris and her husband Bruce have a loft above their garage with several beds and a gas stove in the corner. (I’ve mentioned it before, it’s where we stack high and deep to sleep when we celebrate Thanksgiving with them.) Calvin’s been so excited to go hunting. I asked him why they weren’t going to camp since they love it so, and he said, “And not stay at Chris and Bruce’s? That doesn’t make sense. Staying with them is much better than camping.” I think bacon and eggs for breakfast, soft beds, warm showers, and prime rib for supper has something to do with it. My hat is off to Chris for taking care of everyone. She wrote me an e-mail today saying she’d taken Trevor in for stitches. Evidently deer don’t wait for the wounded, so Chris took Trevor to the doctor while the rest went to find the big one.

2.  Speaking of hunting and thinking of bears. Calvin ordered some pine nuts (still in the shell) last spring. They arrived in a muslin sack a week or so ago - just in time to take hunting. However, every night until he left Calvin cracked and ate a bowl of them. One night while I was typing on the computer, he was eating pine nuts on the couch behind me watching a program on bears. The narrator said that the pine nut is what gives bears the extra stores of fat to help them ride the winter out in hibernation. A few nights (and several bowls of pine nuts) later, Calvin wondered why I didn't eat them with him. I said, "After listening to that program on the bears, I figure I can't afford them. And . . . maybe you might want to be careful how many bowls of them you eat a night?" He did not remember hearing anything about pine nuts in the bear program. (I remember someone saying my grandpa had selective hearing and I didn't know what that meant. I so know what that means now.  I have it.) I reminded him, "Pine nuts are what give the bears enough fat to get through the winter." He said, "No way." I said, "Yes way. I'll look it up." I googled pine nut nutrition. Oh boy. It was worse than I could have exaggerated. One cup of pine nuts is 909 calories and 92 grams of fat. 

The potatoes are from the neighbors.  Aren't they beautiful?
A farmer asked me the other day if I could tell the difference
between Idaho potatoes and Washington potatoes.
I said, "I used to be able to.  When we moved here Ty and I could
both tell the difference, but I doubt I can anymore."
He's got me wondering.
Ty, do you think we could still tell the difference?

3.  Calvin called on his way hunting and said, “Don’t forget it’s supposed to freeze. Will you please remember to pick the peppers, tomatoes, and squash before it does?” I know I’ll be sad in a few weeks when the last ripe tomato has been eaten, but for today I think, “Please freeze and put everything out of its misery.”

4.  I’m just finishing up an on-line class for writing a personal history. I only have the final product to submit. Whoooooa. I thought the professor would like a nice five or six page summary of our lives. No. This class requires chapters – with a table of contents. It has been emotionally exhausting and I’m here to tell those of you that don’t already know, a steady dish of yourself is nauseating – worse than cold oatmeal. However, now that the assignment is almost complete, I am so glad I did it. It is never too early to begin (especially if you’re writing chapters). I’m so glad I got things recorded. My love for my family is in writing, etched in ink, permanent, and left for all to remember. (You use enough phrases and adjectives you eventually get those chapters written.)

5.  Today several women from our ward (local church unit) went to speak or sing at a stake Relief Society conference (community church unit) in a neighboring town. We had a great time. One of the things I love about women of the Relief Society the world over (well, as far as I’ve traveled the world at least) is that they are hungry to learn new things. They are eager to listen to what you have to say. They want you to succeed, and they do all they can to help you by listening attentively. Today was no exception. Our topic was “Weathering Life’s Storms.” I loved hearing the messages and songs from the other participants. And look!

The conference organizers sent us home with supper – as far as I can tell all the food groups are represented. After I finish this blog post I am going to put in a movie or read a book and eat peanut brittle, sugar cookies, caramel apples, apple cake, and ice cream with chocolate fudge sauce. Each woman that helped to organize the conference put something that she does well in our bag as a gift. It was like trick or treating without the costume or the begging.

6.  I chose to share as a piece of my talk the story of the women in Moses’ life. And because I love the message that these women taught through their actions, I'm sharing it with you as well:

Moses is known as the great law giver, even today. No nation has long endured that did not base itself on The Ten Commandments and the Law of Equity and Justice that the Lord revealed to Moses. Moses wrote Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy – books still read and accepted by several religions. He led millions of the Children of Israel out of Egypt and from the crushing hand of Pharaoh. He conversed with God face to face. He restored the keys of the gathering of Israel to Joseph Smith. Moses has had an incredible affect on mankind – my life and yours.

But before Moses, there were women who protected, preserved, nurtured, and taught him.

First, we have midwives Puah and Shiphrah.  

Pharaoh told the midwives to kill the baby boys.  Puah and Shiprah were professional midwives, they had no families of their own.  They feared God and reverenced life.  They refused to obey Pharaoh and because of their heroic efforts Moses survived Pharaoh’s devastating edict. 

Next was Jochebed.  She was Moses’ mother and she protected him from Pharaoh.  For three months she hid him.  I can only imagine how many hours she spent nursing him to keep him quiet.  

When she could no longer hide him, she made a basket of reeds and daubed it with pitch so that it could float in the Nile where his cries wouldn’t be heard. 

Then we have Miriam, Moses’ sister.  She protected and watched over him.  She nurtured and strengthened him.  When the time came she bravely stepped forward and offered solutions and advice on how best to care for Moses. 

 Then we have Pharaoh’s daughter.  She had political influence.  When she saw Moses, he was crying.  She had compassion on him and took him as her own.  

She may not have been able to save thousands, but that did not keep her from using her influence to save one. 

Later we have Zipporah and her six sisters. Zipporah married Moses and helped him to understand his responsibilities and covenants. She helped him prepare to meet God where he could learn of the great mission God had for him to do.

If we put these figures in modern context, we have women just like us. Professional women, mothers, sisters and aunts, women of influence in their communities, and wives who strengthen, support, and love their husbands – women of all ages and abilities. Each of these roles had an incredible influence on Moses. Moses in turn had an incredible influence on the world. As women we have the privilege, responsibility, and opportunity to make life safe for others from the evils of the world, and good for others no matter what our station in life is. We have the power to make a difference in a world racked with evil – be we professionals, single, married, homemakers, mothers, sisters, wives, or community leaders.

I just love this story in Exodus 1 and 2 that tells of these women in Moses' life.

Because I thought I was speaking after the luncheon instead of before it, I didn’t take my notes or power point presentation in, but rather left things in the trunk of the car. I thought I would set up everything during the luncheon so that the equipment didn’t interfere with the other participants. I didn’t realize until it was too late that I would have to speak without even so much as my notes or my scriptures. I also realized that one of the worst things a speaker can do is make excuses, so I couldn't even reference my dilemma either.  You can imagine as I walked to the pulpit how desperate my prayer was that I would be able to remember what I felt I should teach. God answer prayers. He answered Jochebed’s and He answered mine.

7.  What would you choose tonight? The book (The Cape Ann) or the movie (Pride and Prejudice)? Oh wait. Maybe I'll watch Psych first. It's too scary by myself at night (bravery is not my strong point).

Homemaking Tip – $tore Leaves

That bag of leaves from the $tore has come in awfully handy this fall.  First I used them as caramel apple toppers

and then as a pumpkin-y affect, along with a little green ribbon, for a popcorn ball.

Jello Popcorn Balls
1 cup corn syrup
1/2 cup sugar
1 3 oz package jello

Bring syrup and sugar to a boil.  Boil 1 minute.  Remove from heat and stir in gelatin.  Add 1/4 cup butter or margarine.  Stir to melt and then pour over 5 quarts of popped popcorn.   From into balls and wrap in waxed paper.  Makes approximately 20 balls.


My friend Donna always says, "It's all in the packaging" and those leaves have certainly been a little bright spot of help.

Tuesday – Flanks, Flowers . . . They're Pretty Much the Same

Yesterday in class we read in Leviticus about peace offerings.  The peace offerings in Moses’ time included an animal’s kidneys, cauls above the liver, the flanks, and the fat that covereth the inwards.  Part of the peace offering was a sacrificial meal that symbolized friendship and a state of gladness.  I’m sure all of this made perfect sense to the children of Israel.  

Later that afternoon I came home from jogging to this bouquet of lilies sitting in the middle of the table and a meal of chicken tacos nearly prepared.  I went out in the garden to find Calvin who was hunting for a couple of ripe tomatoes.  I said, “They’re beautiful . . . .”  He smiled, gave me a big hug and kiss, and said, “They’re my peace offering.”  It made perfect sense to me.

What a funny and wonderful coincidence.  Flanks, flowers, feasts . . . they work. 

What’s your favorite peace offering?

52 Blessings – A Prophet to Sustain

I love this picture.  I framed one for our home this week.  It depicts the story in Exodus 17 of Aaron and Hur supporting Moses’ arms as the children of Israel waged war under Joshua’s direction.  The Lord promised the Israelites that they would succeed when Moses’ arms were outstretched, but if they should fall to his side the enemy would prevail.  Moses’ arms became too heavy and he couldn’t keep them up.  The children of Israel started to succumb to the enemy.  Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Aaron and Hur rolled a rock over for Moses to sit on and then they propped his arms up so that Israel could conquer.

Heavens knows that I’ve been sustained and helped by strong people my whole life, and I’m grateful to them.  This week I’m especially grateful for the incredible blessing to live when there is a prophet of God to sustain and support.  I’m grateful for opportunities to help him move the Lord’s work forward. I loved the words that President Monson spoke two weeks ago when he said he prayed for us and asked if we would pray for him:

“I assure you that our Heavenly Father is mindful of the challenges we face in the world today. He loves each of us and will bless us as we strive to keep His commandments and seek Him through prayer . . . I love you; I pray for you. I would ask once again that you would remember me and all the General Authorities in your prayers. We are one with you in moving forward this marvelous work. I testify to you that we are all in this together and that every man, woman, and child has a part to play. May God give us the strength and the ability and the determination to play our part well.”