Yeah, I'm back again ... we'll see for how long ...

... because I keep forgetting my passwords!!

I seriously stopped blogging because ... drum roll ... I couldn't remember my password and I didn't want to start a new blog because, who does that?  Start a new blog when blogging is totally a thing of the past all because of a password that's OBVIOUSLY a thing of my waaaayyy past.  So far past that I can't remember it. 

And this makes blog #3 FOR THE SAME EXACT REASON!

Check out:  mother25/8  and theyallyours

Both my blogs.  That I walked away from because I couldn't remember my password...

Oh well.  New chapter in my life anyways.

It's 2018.  My oldest is looking at graduating high school, my youngest is looking at changing the world, one laugh attack at a time.  Life is good.  Not easy, but good. 

This school year started with me pulling my 3 oldest out of seminary.  This was an act of God.  My oldest boys hate seminary.  Religion is as important to them as learning ballet.  And it was affecting my 3rd who was going to seminary for the 1st time.  She'd get maybe, 10 minutes of the 45 minute class each day.  They're her ride to school so yeah, they'd pull her out to go to school.  One day I had enough and I drove to the high school and pulled the boys out to chew them out in the parking lot.

To chew them out for not going to seminary.

And here's why I went with absolute no idea as to what I was going to say.

Who chews their kids out for not going to religious classes?

God is a god of agency.  Satan wanted to remove agency from the plan.  So by chewing my kids out for practicing their religious agency in a way I didn't agree with ... how Christ-like is that?  Parents are to guide, right?  My kids have guidance.  They just don't like what I'm guiding.  So when they don't like it ... enter force?  Enter my agenda?  Enter guilt or shame?  Enter my pride? 

I had no idea what I was going to say to the boys.  I feel that it's important for my kids to learn who God is, to recognize His whispers, His workings in their lives, His hand, His existence ... His LOVE for them, and I felt that going to seminary was a GREAT WAY to learn this.  But they hate seminary.  So now what?

They came to the car to meet me, their mom who was practically yelling at God to "help me out here!  Fill my mouth with what I need to say to these strong, gifted, sweet boys of mine who are forcing me to have suicidal thoughts!"  The first words that came to my mouth were, "I'm pulling you out of seminary.  And instead we're studying seminary together."  There may have been some expletives added in there ... my bad. 

That was a shocker.  Because now this meant, I needed to study the scriptures.  And get up early.  Which meant missing some of my gym time.

What was another shocker ... the boys agreed ... with zero kick back. 

I was then given another piece of inspiration.  "Let them pick what to study."  This was a bit tough for me because they were studying the Doctrine and Covenants and if we DIDN'T study this, they would not graduate from seminary.  The second this thought went through my head, I heard a literal voice in my head say, "graduating seminary is not important."

The voice was almost a command actually.
They picked the New Testament.  "Because we have never studied it."
Actually, you have.  In seminary.  You just weren't there mentally.  Obviously.

And it is because of this "alternate seminary" class that we're doing (my daughter, after a week of us doing our seminary, decided to join us and quite going to seminary too) that I've decided to blog again.  I want to talk about life with 9 kids, with a child with Down Syndrome, in a religion where I LOVE the gospel but HATE the culture, but I want to add a lot of what I've learned by studying the scriptures with my kids.  Because it's been fascinating.

I know what I'm going to talk about for my 1st entry (after this one .... duhhhh) but it's pushing 1AM and I'm so tired.  So for now, good night.