Sunday, February 27, 2011

Amanda Barnes Smith

I was asked to participate in a dramatization of women in the LDS church who were examples of different aspects or roles women have. The sister I portrayed was Amanda Barnes Smith.
She was a survivor of the Haun's Mill Massacre in Missouri and was blessed by her faith in the Lord to do what was needed to help her son heal from an awful wound.

To quote Amanda:
. . . .When the firing had ceased I went back to the scene of the massacre, for there were my husband and three sons, of whose fate I as yet knew nothing . . . . Emerging from the blacksmith shop was my eldest son, Willard, bearing on his shoulders his little brother Alma. “Oh! my Alma is dead!” I cried.
“No, mother;” he answered, “I think Alma is not dead. But father and brother Sardius are killed!”
My husband and son murdered; another little son seemingly mortally wounded; and perhaps before the dreadful night should pass the murderers would return. But I could not weep then; all my mother’s sense was absorbed in anxiety for my precious boy whom God alone could save by his miraculous aid.
It was night now. We laid little Alma on a bed in our tent and I examined the wound. His entire hip joint had been shot away by the muzzle of a gun, which a ruffian had placed to his hip through the logs of the blacksmith shop and deliberately fired. It was a ghastly sight. I knew not what to do. Yet was I there, with my dead and my wounded, and none but God as our physician and help.“Oh my Heavenly Father,” I prayed, “what shall I do? Thou seest my poor wounded boy and knowest my inexperience. Oh, Heavenly Father, direct me what to do!” And then I was directed as by a voice speaking to me.

She continues to care for her son, prays for additional guidance and says, " I was again instructed as distinctly as though a physician had been standing by speaking to me."

Amanda follows the instructions that she was given and eventually shares this:
"Alma laid on his face for five weeks, until he was entirely recovered—a flexible gristle having grown in place of the missing joint and socket, which remains to this day a marvel to physicians. It is now nearly forty years ago, but Alma has never been the least bit crippled during his life, and he has traveled quite a long period of the time as a missionary of the gospel and a living miracle of the power of God.

It was a privilege to share part of her story. Thank you Sharon K. for loaning me your pioneer gear. Pictures are of just before the event and during my performance.

What an example of turning to our Heavenly Father and our Savior and being blessed by listening to the guidance we're given.


Sunday, February 20, 2011


We woke up this morning and it was snowing! After awhile it even stuck. Crazy!

It just doesn't seem to go with palm trees does it?

There's still snow on the mountains, but it has already completely melted everywhere else. The weather should be back to its pleasant self (in the 60's) by mid to late week. Yay!


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Sweet Ethan

I titled this post "Sweet Ethan" because I feel so fortunate to have been able to spend some time with Ethan and his parents this last weekend. It would also have been perfectly accurate to title this post "Sweet Michael" as my dear husband was the one who suggested that I go up to see them.

After a 4 1/2 hour drive with my 12 new friends in the van shuttle (actually due to the way the seats are I only could speak easily to about 3 or 4 people, but we had a good time), Bret picked me up at the drop off spot and took me to their home. Laura was a sweetheart and delayed Ethan's nap so I could see him. Isn't he a cutie? He's growing so much too!

While I was there I was able to observe how well Bret and Laura have taken to parenting. They sure do love their little guy.

One of my favorite activities (though I don't have any pictures of it) was getting Ethan to laugh and "talk." There's something about a baby's delighted laugh that just warms you inside. Ty's laugh does that to me too. I also enjoyed reading him stories, testing his motor and cognitive skills (he's brilliant) and encouraging him to jump in his jumper.

It was a wonderful weekend. I'm so glad I got to spend some time with Ethan and his mommy and daddy.

(Oh, I also ate a lot of good food and watched some good movies too.)

Sweet Ethan, Sweet Michael.