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I just needed a. Place to write some story parts. "have you decided to come with me to Den Haag," Gabi asked. "The bus lady and Britta both said no thanks. I really want to go, but I don't want to go by myself." Han sighed inwardly. "We'll have to stop overnight somewhere," he warned the now-happy angel girl. "I've already looked into that. There's a motel not far from . . ." Han filtered through his emotions as he continued to listen. Maybe visiting a Mormon temple wouldn't be so bad. The missionaries would smile and make polite conversation while asking how he felt about Jesus. That was ok. But if he got to see some sacrificial altars, that would be awesome! --------------------------------- The motel was marked by a bright red fluorescent sign. An iron fire escape ladder hung off the balcony nearby, and a dim sign two doors down glowed with a picture of a sizable beer stein. There was a burst of loud laughter from somewhere overhead, and Gabi's idea of what kind of hotel this was became clearer in her mind. But it was already after dark, and finding another place to stay was not an option. She was glad that Han was with her. But now in this place she found that she wanted the safety of another girl to share her insecurities with. ------------------------------- Before entering the last room in the tour, the guides stopped. "This last room is the Celestial Room. It is a most sacred place where the Spirit of the Lord can be felt strongly and give needed revelation to those who ask. When we are in the Celestial Room, as with other rooms in the temple, we speak quietly and only when needed. On this special occasion, we invite you maintain a reverent silence, out of respect for the Lord. We hope you have enjoyed your visit to the temple this day, and pray that your experience in the Celestial Room will be as holy to you as the temple is to us." -------------------- Before dismissing the class, Brother Fielding looked at Han and Gabriela. "May I speak with the two of you after class?"

Angels

Keenan picked up a little angel statuette and started calling it Mama. Sweetest compliment I have ever gotten from one of my children.

Black Sheep

I have failed as a mother. Over the past several days, my youngest child has asked me to put his shoes on his feet when I get him dressed. It's summer time. Why does he need shoes? His sisters don't wear shoes. I don't wear shoes! Where have I gone wrong?

Baptism by tongue

What do you get when you mix the 4th article of faith with the 6th? Laying on of tongue for the gift of the holy tongue.

Welcome!

What's been happening at the Wilson's? We recently took a trip to Utah. These little kiddos are pretty seasoned travelers, but even so, we had to break out the iPad movies once or twice to keep the peace. Make sure to take note of Keenan's hair here.

Keenan needed a bit of a trim. Shortly after I started, however, I realized my mistake in thinking I could just do a quick trim while he looked at his reflection in the mirror. What was I thinking? And now he looks like this: 

This last one is my favorite of the "Muffins with Mom" event at Adara's pre-K class. It was very sweet to have Adara greet me as I sat down. She asked which drink I preferred (lemonade or water), then served me a drink as well as a plate of mini muffins and some chocolate dipped strawberries.

Sprouted Ezekiel Bread

Has anyone ever heard of Ezekiel bread? My dear husband ordered some Ezekiel grain mix when he ordered our bulk food storage last year. *shakes head* I had never heard of Ezekiel grain or Ezekiel bread.

Making bread from the Ezekiel mix Jon ordered has been a wonderful adventure that I just have to share and record for posterity. So, the picture above is, apparently, dough. I hope. It is not like any dough I have ever made. It is nothing more than the grains in the Ezekiel mix, sprouted, and ground up in the food processor. According to my sources (Googled recipes for sprouted Ezekiel bread), this can be made into whatever bread product you desire.

Stay tuned for the conclusion of this episode in my search for healthy, delicious, and interesting foods for my family.

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Update -- the bread failed. It didn't cook in the middle, and the parts that did cook tasted awful. I will go back to eating it the way Jon made it last time: grind the grains and make bread like normal people! But I will be on the alert for someone who knows how to do this successfully and make it taste good.

P.S. Lisa, it is sprouted bread. It uses six or seven different grains and beans, per God's instructions to Ezekiel in the Bible.

Resemblances

I asked Adara, "Are you more like your mom or your dad?"

"Mom," she said.

"But you look like your dad."

"Yeah, but when I close my eyes, they're black."