Can't believe It's been 8 months since I've blogged!!!

I was just thinking, when was the last time I blogged?  I know people aren't blogging like they use to my Virginia kids being one of them.  I know that life gets hectic and busy but this is a form of writing your history. Others can read whats happening in your life or things you think are important and it may just touches others lives or makes them think about their own life and the similarities.  I am sitting here at the computer today preparing my lesson for this sunday and it really made me think about writing my history.  I know my mother has been working on her history for quite a few years now and I really admire her for that.  My lesson is on Personal Records.

President Kimbal gave this advise about keeping our journal and records..."I promise you that if you will keep your journals and records, they will indeed be a source of great inspiration to your families, to your children, your grandchildren, and others, on through the generations.  Each of us is important to those who are near and dear to us and as our posterity read of our life's experiences, they, too, will come to know and love us.  And in that glorious day when our families are together in the eternities, we will already be acquainted."

President Eyring also gave this advice in 2007 conference talk “Oh Remember, Oh Remember”

When our children were very small, I started to write down a few things about what happened every day. I wrote down a few lines every day for years. I never missed a day no matter how tired I was or how early I would have to start the next day. Before I would write, I would ponder this question: “Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us or our children or our family today?” As I kept at it, something began to happen. As I would cast my mind over the day, I would see evidence of what God had done for one of us that I had not recognized in the busy moments of the day. As that happened, and it happened often, I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done.

More than gratitude began to grow in my heart. Testimony grew. I became ever more certain that our Heavenly Father hears and answers prayers. I felt more gratitude for the softening and refining that come because of the Atonement of the Savior Jesus Christ. And I grew more confident that the Holy Ghost can bring all things to our remembrance—even things we did not notice or pay attention to when they happened.

The years have gone by. My boys are grown men. And now and then one of them will surprise me by saying, “Dad, I was reading in my copy of the journal about when …” and then he will tell me about how reading of what happened long ago helped him notice something God had done in his day.

My point is to urge you to find ways to recognize and remember God’s kindness. You remember that song we sometimes sing: “Count your many blessings; name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done. You might ponder and pray did God send a message just for me? Did I see his hand in my life?

I am going to try to recommit even if no one else reads what I blog it is a record. I hope I stirred a little guilt in others that may make them decided to do a little blogging or at least start on their history or a daily journal.  Happy writing:-)