Thursday, September 27, 2007

Relief Society Broadcast

Join us at the Stake Center this Saturday the 29th as we hear from our Beloved Prophet. The Broadcast will start at 5pm and following about 6:30 we will have a lovely dinner provided by the Stake!! Come dressed in your Sunday Best!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Monday, September 24, 2007

Super Saturday Recap!

Super Saturday was indeed Super! We had a terrific turnout, a great variety of fun craft projects, wonderful conversation and good food. A special thanks to everyone who helped plan and carry out the day. Deirdre put a tremendous amount of work into the event and it went very smoothly. The crafts turned out darling and the pies and candy courtesy of Taisey were delicious. Thanks again everyone!









Saturday, September 22, 2007

Perspective: The Invisible Woman

It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to
school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street
when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young fella?"
"Nobody," he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh my goodness,
nobody?"

I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family - like "Turn the TV down, please" - and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, "Would someone turn the TV down?" Nothing.

Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and whe! n there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking. I'm invisible.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going? she's going? she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given! it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:

No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.

These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.

They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become." At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness.

It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.

The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table."

That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. "

Monday, September 17, 2007

Everyone Come!!


This Saturday the 22nd is our Super Saturday, We want EVERYONE to come. Everyone will have something to do.

*You can do a craft, one you signed up for or bring your own. (We have an ABC Book $7 still available and the Ribbon Bracelets $.75 as well)

*You can make a FREE flower magnet. They can be personalized a million ways!

*You can help tie quilts, to give to a Boy's Charity.

*You can come have a yummy lunch at noon!

*You can bring your own materials to make a towel bib. They are super easy to make and are wonderful bib's because you will not ruin any clothes, and kids can't take them off. They also make great gifts!!

The FUN will start at 10am! See you THERE!!

Please call Deirdre if you have ANY questions!! 602.276.3925 or 602.373.9805

Sunday, September 16, 2007

FHE Lesson Packets

Hatch Patch now has colored packets for those who don't have the time to color the pictures. YEAH!!! Yes, they still have the black and white ones too.
If interested in ordering contact Rebekah Mickelson
Phone: (602) 323-2635
Email: family4ever.Rebekah@gmail.com

Order Dates for the rest or the 2007 year.
Monday, October 1st and Monday, December 3rd
Orders and money is due the morning of the dates above
Group Order Prices: Colored packets: $5 each Black and White Packets: $3 each
Website to see packets: www.hatchpatchcreations.com

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Dont Forget

Play Group is Wednesday morning the 12th,we will meet at Laveen Village Park to soak in the sun and let the kids play in the water. Come at 10 cause no one shows up till then...
10-12am
Vineyard & 31st Ave

The 13th is Scrapbook Night at JACKIE MALONES.
7pm
2513 W. Darrel Rd.
313.1451

Also if you signed up for a Super Saturday Craft, Please bring your money on sunday!!

Have a great WEEK!!

Scrapbooking

We had to make a change for Scrapbooking this week. Instead of the 6th it will be the 13th. It is still at Shellie Carters home at 7pm. She is always nice enough to make a yummy treat, so get your project together and come join us!!

Shellie's Address is 2505 W. Bloch Rd.
602.324.7515 with questions

Hope to see you there!!

Monday, September 10, 2007

Cards

Many cards will fill your wallet as you travel through this life,
A card that lets you borrow books, a card that lets you drive,
A card to call long distance, a card to buy your gas,
A punchcard for the bread store, a discount movie pass,
A card to buy your furniture, a card to buy your clothes,
A card that lets you charge it all wherever you might go,
A card that lets you cash a check, get money from machines,
Cards that make it possible to live beyond your means.

What's the most important card you're ever going to hold?
It's not American Express, It isn't Visa Gold.

It's the card that lets you enter where no unclean thing can be,
Where wealth is gained in gifts that last through all eternity.

You can use this card with frequency and never get a bill;
All that's asked is to live worthy, strive to do your Father's will.

Treasure this card always, never let it slip away,
It's your key to peace and safety in the harsh and troubled day.

Other cards may get you 'round the world, but in the end,
The one that gets you farthest is your Temple Recommend.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Johnny Lingo Luau


It's a Luau for the Vineyard Ward. Don't miss it.




We have dancers!!

We have food!!

We have fun!!

You won't want to miss this great event.

Friday September 7th 6:00 p.m. at the Church.