The Blessing Day

I'm fighting every urge right now to post like a million pictures of my gorgeous baby and tell you how amazing she is...

Whoops, now see, that one got away from me...but just take my word for it...she's a little piece of heaven...very alert, smiles all the time, and sleeps well!

We blessed her this weekend...in our home...surrounded by family...wearing this 100+ year old christening gown.

That should've really been the headline to this post, but I'm still not that focused mentally right now enough to write Pulitzer Prize-winning posts just yet.

Hmmm...I wonder why...

Anyway, the blessing that Steve gave to Honor was really wonderful and sweet and special.  It captured everything that we hoped for her and then some.

Honor is a very special little person with a bright future ahead of her, and we are most excited to help her reach her destiny as a righteous daughter of God.

I have to say one more thing about all of the wonderful friends who have helped me out during this time.  Many, many people have brought us dinners, provided babysitting, rides home from school, or simply called to check in and offer help in various ways.

One day last week, I had seven women stop in with food or offer to take my kids or provide rides....seven women all in one day.  One friend even showed up at my door with all of the ingredients to make me dinner, then helped me clean up and prepare food for our big blessing weekend.

When blessings like this come raining down, I sometimes tend to panic, thinking, "Uh, oh, what tragedy awaits me?  If God is sending help, maybe he knows something that I don't!"  Or I tend to feel guilty...like I am not deserving of this kind of outpouring of help...surely someone else needs it more than I do?  (Elder Uchtdorf articulated this well in the broadcast this weekend!)

But what I realized the evening that I had received so much service from others was that sometimes our Heavenly Father facilitates a big display of love in our direction simply to show us that He can.  It's like he's saying, remember who I am...I am the most powerful, most compassionate, most omniscient being in the universe.  I can take care of you...and I will take care of you, and it is no sweat for me to do so.

My brother-in-law Gary and his wife Emmalee had a baby this summer.  They named him "Cedar Jedi Christensen."  I love the little explanation of the name that they sent us with his birth announcement.  They told us that Jedi is a Hebrew name that means "God sees and God protects."

I am reminded once again that God does in fact see and does in fact protect.  And for that I am most grateful.