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I pray that our leaders will make the right choices for our freedom. I pray that our leaders will follow the Lord's will for our country. Maybe, that's too generic?

If the shoes have been removed and the smell remains, after a few days I would check to see if there has been some spilled milk. etc. in the vehicle.

Just my thoughts: We will be satisfied and agree with the final judgement. But, having the knowledge I have, and not attaining the highest degree of glory because of my own willful disobedience or slothfulness will be sad indeed! Will we be "weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth", I do not know?

Zarahemla, I think if you weren't stressing about being a "good Mormon" you would find something else to stress out about. My son-in-law was a former Buddhist (he's Korean). He joined the church over 5 years ago. He is much happier as a "Mormon". Why? Because he knows the answers to "Why am I here?, Where do I come from? and Where will I go after death?" Knowing the Plan of Happiness brings us so much joy. For instance, we know if an infant, that has not been baptized before they die, will be saved in the Celestial Kingdom. Do you know how many people in the world sorrow because a child died before being baptized and believe that child is going to hell? I don't know the number, but I know it's significant. I taught some of them during my mission. Learning that their beloved child is not going to end up in hell, but is saved, is a wonderful blessing. And brings so much relief to people. Obeying the commandments brings peace. Disobeying brings sorrow. We are given the commandments to help us find joy in life, not to repress us. We just had a family incident occur over Christmas because of the consequences of a former sin. My grandson's father has another child from a past girlfriend, and he has been trying to establish visitation rights with his daughter. It has been a mess with accusations being hurled between him and his past girlfriend. His little girl and my grandson are in the middle of it, and there were a lot of tears spilled. There is so much pain and sorrow over the consequences of not following the law of chastity. My heart breaks for both my grandson and his half-sister. They have only met several times. My life is happier when I know I'm following the Lord's will. It's not more stressed. We all fall short. We always will. But, we don't need to stress about it. We repent, and then we try to do better. Should we just give up? There will always be guilt and stress when we know we are not following the commandments. We can't get away from that. Even if we don't have the gospel in our lives, people still have the Light of Christ, and their conscience will prick at them when they make a wrong choice. The 10 Commandments are basic laws to follow. When we follow them we are happier. And, what exactly more do Mormons have to follow? IMO, we only have the Word of Wisdom extra. No coffee, tea, alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs. That isn't that hard unless you're already addicted. Other Christian religions have the Law of Chastity too. Mormons aren't the only religion that teaches no sex before marriage. Other religions teach people to be a good person too. So, please stop stressing and stop blaming the church for the stress.

For me, I can only hope that Trump, if he is morally bankrupt, will at least do the right thing for the people. I look at Morianton in the book of Ether, and see perhaps a parallel in Trump? The people in Ether had been subjected to all manner of taxes and heavy burdens by king Riplakish. The people rose up and rebelled against him. Riplakish was killed in the rebellion, and Morianton came in and gained power over the people. Ether 10:10 "And after that he had established himself king he did ease the burden of the people, by which he did gain favor in the eyes of the people, and they did anoint him to be their king. 11 And he did do justice unto the people, but not unto himself because of his many whoredoms; wherefore he was cut off from the presence of the Lord. 12 And it came to pass that Morianton built up many cities, and the people became exceedingly rich under his reign, both in buildings, and in gold and silver, and in raising grain, and in flocks, and herds, and such things which had been restored unto them." It doesn't say if the people were righteous at this time. But, at least they were being prospered, and their king did deal with them justly.

I love, love, love Logic Problems! Unfortunately, it's after 3 am, and I'm in Baker City, OR trying to sleep in a strange bed with my Restless Leg Syndrome acting up. My husband and I have about 7 more hours of driving to do before we get home, and then I'll work on it. I don't care if others have already solved it. I want to solve it for myself. Thanks, Zil!!

I'm most thankful for my family and my Savior Jesus Christ.

I have two friends that put lemon in some hot water and drink that. I haven't tried it, but I like lemon in ice water, so I suppose it would be just as good.

Welcome!

David O. McKay. ?

Glad to have you with us.

I'm OCD about the color of my hangers that I put my clothes on. Blue clothing goes on blue hangers, etc. After someone else has loaded the dishwasher I have to change it around to the way I load it. I will refold towels if they're not folded a certain way. I will change the toilet paper to be "over" instead of "under", even when I'm visiting someone's home. Haha. That may have angered a person or two. I can see a wife or husband telling their spouse: "I've told you a thousand times I like the toilet paper under!"

I loved my mission. But, it was one of the most difficult experiences of my life. As a missionary, living with companions, we certainly learn all our faults and weaknesses! lol. I can laugh about it now, but at the time, it was so excruciating. The discussions were hard for me to memorize, and I castigated myself over my seeming inability to memorize them. I did manage it finally, but it was a long time coming. I have a phone phobia to this day that I think stemmed from my mission. I had such a hard time making myself understood with my American accent. The German language did not come easy for me. I would panic whenever I had to make phone calls to set up appointments or rearrange times, etc. I was able to make myself understood so much easier in person. To this day, I have a hard time picking up the phone and making a phone call, and that started out in the mission field. When I look back, the reason my mission was one of the best experiences of my life was because I came to understand some of my strengths. One strength I learned about myself was my love for people. I loved my companions, even the difficult ones. I loved all the Elders and Sisters! I loved our investigators. I loved the members over there. That is what made it so worthwhile. I forged friendships that are eternal. And, the few investigators I taught who joined the church brought me so much joy! It reminds me of Ammon in the Book of Mormon. That is an experience I would never want to give up. I love them so much, even to this day! In Germany, missionaries don't get a lot of baptisms. There is rejection after rejection every single day. Physically, it was hard. We did a lot of tracting. There were several cities I worked in where I rode a bike. That is no easy feat with a skirt! I had several crashes, and as I fell, I would be trying to pull my skirt down, so I didn't show the world my underwear. I left on my mission with faith and hope that the church was true. I came home with a firm testimony. What I came to realize was the love my Savior had for me individually. There was a time when I was so upset about a certain personal experience, that I didn't know if I could overcome it. I literally felt someone hugging me when I had been on my knees praying for hours. I have no idea who that was, but I tend to think it was probably my father who passed away when I was 6 years old. So, yes. My mission was difficult! But, I am so grateful for the experiences I went through.

Next time I'm in the mood to bake cookies at 1 AM I'll give you a call. What's your favorite? ?

To see my daughter, and fold her in my arms and give her a hug. That is what I most look forward to. Then, I want to hug my dad, who died when I was 6 ears old. And, of course my grandparents and other ancestors. Also, I want to see a young boy, my age, who was my friend in 1st grade. I remember how kind he was, and how he championed me. His mother baby-sat me after school because my mother had to go to work after my father died. He stood up for me when some of the kids were making fun of me for bringing my doll to school one day. And, stood by my side when being made fun of when I was late to school one morning. He and his mother died in a car accident. I remember hearing the news, and going into my bedroom and crying. I was heart broken. I had thought I was going to marry him.

Oh, Pam, why did you post this thread? After reading your post and then with me replying (after midnight sometime?) I had a cookie craving. It was no use. I wasn't falling asleep. So, I turned to my husband and said "I'm hungry for cookies." So, after a little discussion it was decided that chocolate chip sounded yummy. I then went to the kitchen and made a batch. Oh, the deliciousness of it! As, I put the cookie dough on the cookie sheets, eating some of the dough was almost pure heaven. (I know the dangers of eating raw cookie dough, but I choose to ignore it.) I ate two warm-gooey cookies with about 1/3 cup of milk before getting into bed. It was 2 am. Good thing I'm retired and don't need to get up early for work.

I love almost every type of cookie! Some of my favorites are blossoms (peanut butter with hershey's kisses on top), chocolate chip, chocolate-chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, gingersnaps, monster cookies (oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate chip, m&ms), M&M cookies, no-bake chocolate/oatmeal cookies, frosted sugar, and lots of others.

Jane, you cannot change your MIL. I think you know this. She will only change because she wants to and sees a need to do so. All you can do is love her. Let her know how much you appreciate and love her. I think she will soften as time goes by with your continued love for her. In the meantime life can be hard. We all want instant results in our relationships, but life simply isn't that way. This may be an issue that never is resolved. Hopefully not, but if so, you need to learn to let it slide and see the good in your relationship with your MIL. It would be nice if husband would talk to his mother. But, if he isn't going to do it, then learn to divert your MIL's comments. Hopefully, things will get better. I wish I could offer more advice. It's a difficult situation you're placed under, but I have full confidence in you, that you can handle this with a Christ-like attitude.

I just googled, how often can I donate plasma? And the answer was every two days. So, it can be donated several times a week. Back when I donated, I seem to remember not being allowed to donate that often. But, my memory may be sketchy. It's been a long time since I last donated.

I'm a mother of seven children. I remember being so exhausted at night when I had my babies. I used to tell my husband "the best gift I could get would be 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep." And, when you have toddlers plus a nursing baby, by the end of the day when hubby gets home you're all "touched out". All day long the mother is holding and comforting toddlers, they are climbing all over her, and then she is holding and nursing the baby, I remember my husband asking me after he got home from work, "what have you done today?" And, I would tell him, "I nursed the baby, and then I nursed the baby some more, and then nursed the baby again." It seemed like that's all I did! Being a mother with young children, plus a baby, is exhausting. And, with being "touched out", the last thing some women want is to be touched some more by their spouse. Please communicate with you husband. I agree that if it's needed, then schedule a time for sex. It is important in your marriage. You are first and foremost a wife. One day the kids will finally be grown, and it's your spouse you will be living with and doing for. I'm in that category now. Though, I do have my youngest--22 years old still at home. It's such a wonderful time, now, to just be there for my husband. I'm grateful he was understanding all those years ago. But, I know he would have liked me to have been more in the mood.

I have sold my plasma in the past to help bring in some extra cash. It isn't all that bad. I didn't feel that exhausted afterwards. I was able to go home and still take care of my children. But, I had the full support of my husband in this. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have his support. In my case, I stopped because it didn't really bring in all that much money, so in my mind it wasn't worth it. I think I only made about $50 each time I donated. And, you can only donate about once every three weeks. Maybe, now days, it pays more? Talk to your husband. Tell him this is a service you are providing for others, and at the same time you are making a little extra money. There is no shame in this.

I have only cruised a short distance on the Rhine River between Sankt Goar and the city of Bacharach, but it is probably the most scenic area of the river. There are beautiful castles, many vineyards, and The Lorelei along that section of the Rhine. Come with me and I will show you my beloved Germany!

Germany, Duesseldorf mission. German speaking. 1976-1977. Duesseldorf Mission is along the Rhine and Ruhr rivers. The area was pretty much totally bombed during WWII. It was one large rebuilt factory city after another. This small-town girl was a little overwhelmed by all the people. I am so grateful I had the opportunity to serve a mission. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life, but so rewarding. My testimony was solidified and where I learned to truly love my Elder brother Jesus Christ.

Counting sheep doesn't work for me either. I once counted to 10,000. Still wide awake after that. Of course, it probably didn't help that I was trying to see how long I was willing to count.

And, my husband, who is sleeping peacefully next to me has no idea that I am feeling irritated at his ability to sleep.