Like a Little Child

I’ve been humbled this week. On Tuesday the twins and I got hit with some sick strain of either the flu or a cold, and it’s leveled me. I didn’t go out of the house for 5 days, and even my eyeballs ached. I was humbled by how easily I can lose my health, but even worse, how easily I can become spiritually frustrated. After day 3 I wanted to throw the towel in.

In contrast, my sweet angel twins reacted to the same sickness in a very different way. It broke my heart to see them struggling and congested, but yet after feeds they would still look up at me with that baby sparkle in their eye, and warmth in their smile (which Dave says is because “they are just so full of goodness”).  Never in their countenance did I sense blaming or anger.

It’s made me ponder all week about how the Savior’s taught that we must become like little children.

At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?
And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 18:1-4




I am learning so much from my 3 little children, and realizing how far I have to go to become like them. While even little children face sadness, pain, and hurt, I must learn like them not to turn to frustration, anger and bitterness.

One of my favorite verses in the Book of Mormon beautifully explains that little children are “submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father.”  

I hope that someday I develop that same childlike meekness and learn to trust God and his will, whether in sickness or in health. How grateful I am for the command to become like them.

Uncle Mike

A few weeks ago I got a card in the mail, and couldn’t make it past a few lines without tears falling freely down my face.

The card was from my brother Michael and his wife Rachel. Enclosed with the card was a check, along with this picture:


Michael is currently a second year medical student at Texas A&M. He and his wife along with their son are living the life of med students, busy, budgeting, and spending too much time apart as studying is all consuming. But somehow in the middle of their want they found time to do something very special for me and my family, and it has touched me beyond words.

A few months ago they wanted to think of a way to support my family while I was in the hospital. It was at a time when we didn’t know the outcome of our pregnancy, but only knew that the hospital stay would likely be long for both me, and if they made it, the girls. So they got the idea to organize a fun run, invite friends and family in the area to join them and then donate to help our family with medical bills and expenses. And their friends came, even to support a family they have never met.

I didn’t know any of this.

In fact, I didn’t hear about it until I opened that card and saw the smiling faces looking back at me.

If I can take the liberty, I want to address this next part to all of you who came and ran and donated that day, without knowing me or my family. THANK YOU. If only I could invite you all over for dinner and let you meet our girls who are thriving and growing and doing so well--in part because of you. Thank you for giving us of your time, your money, and I know also of your faith. Mike asked that I share what we did with your money, and although it’s nothing glamorous, I think it’s exactly what you hoped, that we used it to help pay for the hospital and medical bills from this journey.  I hope to pay forward what you did for our family, but a piece of you will live on forever in our two little girls.


And to my brother. THANK YOU. You know you are one of my greatest heroes.

As I read this scripture today I thought of all of you:

And to godliness brotherly kindness; 
and to brotherly kindness charity.
2 Peter 1:7

I think the command for us to develop brotherly kindness means to treat others—even whom we don’t know—as family; to not only serve those we love, but those we’ve maybe only just met. And I think part of charity is learning to give not just out of our abundance, but even when it may be from our want.

You have done all of this, and inspired me to do the same.

xoxo,

Lizzy

Blessing the Twins

This weekend was a very special one for me and my family as Jane Elizabeth and Clara Mae were blessed on Sunday.


The weather couldn't have been more beautiful. New England has been so good to us this fall and our little corner of the world has been a piece of heaven, both in the mild weather and the unbelievable fall colors (If you've never been to New England in the fall you need to put it on your bucket list!).

For a little context on baby blessings in my faith, we don't baptize little children (individuals aren't baptized until they are at least 8 years old, or later when they join our church). Instead babies are given a blessing to help them in their life and their names are put on the church records. Also, instead of a priest or church leader giving the blessing, they are often blessed by their fathers.


Watching Dave as a father has made me fall even more in love with him. He is such a good dad, and loves his daughters. He prepared and prayed and was very thoughtful about the blessing, and tried be in tune to know what God would have him say to our daughters.

The blessings were beautiful.


What really hit me while listening to the blessings is that God knows these two babies, separate and distinct from anyone else. This meant so much to me personally because I have struggled feeling like I don't know them individually, only just as "the twins". Funny enough, this has probably been the hardest thing for me about being a mother of identical twins. I want to know my babies and have an individual connection with each of them.



But in listening to the blessing there was no doubt in my mind that God knows them. He knows their names, he knows their unique gifts and talents, and knows that they each have a separate and special purpose here on the earth. When I need help as a mom to know how to give them the courage and confidence to develop their unique gifts, I can rely on God to show me how because he knows them. They are my daughters, but they are his daughters too.

I can't wait to see their lives unfold and for them to become all those things that were part of their blessings.














Happy blessing day my angels.

xo,

Lizzy
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