Sunday

Our bottle bag is the red croc one. I am so glad I have it, easy to wash and stands all the bottles up steady, 3 in a row so they don't spill. We premake a set of bottles, then have a water bottle and more formula in the bag along with extra onesies, wipes, diapers, small toys, color crayons and paper, fruit snacks, chapstick and gum, somehow I haven't found a spot for my scriptures...odd, but it won't always be that way.

Nathan, the kids and I heading to church. It seems like a lot of work. When a friend of mine had twins (no real health complications) she didn't go to church for about a year. Dear friends at church are willing to hold babies for us, quite often I don't even get one!  A friend of mine Linda, has 4 boys, her youngest is 3 and her children are so good with babies. Marley, Hogan and Beckett all come sometime during church asking to hold or carry the babies to the limo for us. Melissa, a young women also takes babies for us and comes over after school every once in a while to save my bacon. So many others have a season pass to the babies or are frequent fliers, sometimes I feel I have offended someone that wanted a baby and didn't get one, I wish I had more to go around! I will someday miss the big smile and hands outstretched, "do you have a baby for me today?". When the babies are older, I hope I can be that for someone else someday. I am blessed to have so many kind hearts in one place.

At church, I bring my own piece of bread for the sacrament. I can't eat wheat at all and would be sick if I tried so I hold out my bread during the sacrament prayer and from what I understand, it is also blessed. Only I have to keep a wary eye open during the prayer because small busy hands find it the perfect offering and have gobbled it up a time or two. We take the bread to remember Jesus' body and that he sacrificed it for us.

I believe Jesus lived and died for us. I believe there is a plan for each us on this earth. That we can return to live with Heavenly Father again. I know the scriptures are a road map to becoming like God. They give me peace and joyful insight as I read them.

I love Christmas. I love the Savior of the World. I think about his humble beginnings. How it was foretold that he would wear a crown, yet on this earth, the only crown he wore was made of thorns. I wonder if Mary knew as she held him as a baby, that he was the reason, that he would heal her, and all of us. I know he will come again, I love the scripture that says, 'every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus is the Christ'. When He comes again He will wear a true crown, He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. God be thanked for the matchless gift of his son.