So, this is my view for today. . .
I’m sick. At first I thought I might have just eaten one too many cookies last night, since one really should be almost one too many for how little white flour and white sugar I have eaten since January. But by 3 a.m. this morning, I was miserable enough to get out of bed and try to find something to comfort my aching stomach and head.
First I tried Tums, then a Guatemalan medicinal tea (Pericon), and then another medicinal tea (Digestive). But my stomach actually felt hungry?!? That seemed odd! Especially since it was 6 a.m. and I haven’t been eating until 9:30 most mornings.
So I tried this recipe out and boy did it hit the spot! It was also quite enjoyable to have beaten everyone up this morning and have a nice, inviting breakfast available for them to just scoop and enjoy. And everyone did!
I added a big swirl of maple syrup to this recipe, as well as a drizzle of coconut oil. The steel-cut oats had a delightful creaminess to them, yet the perfect chewy to each bite. I only made 1 cup of oats for the 5 of us, but there was enough leftover for one bowl for me later today. Yum!
So what have I been doing since 3 a.m.?
Well . . . Besides watching Paul patch holes around the house and make our home feel more like a rental house again??
I have mostly been enjoying a much needed day of learning more about my ancestors. My favorite, and easiest way to do this is through my Family History app, from FamilySearch.org . . . (It’s Totally free by the way).
And I have been using this app all morning to read all about these specific ancestors of mine. . . 👇🏻
But please, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t just decide to do this. It actually all started with me first wanting to be “productive” this morning, at 5 a.m. of all times, but not feeling well enough to do much else than sort through some papers I had lying out on the dining room table, from a filing cabinet we have been trying to declutter.
As I sorted through the papers, I found a specific blessing for my great-grandmother, Etta Day Ridd. I enjoyed reading her blessing, until I noticed that it had been written in cursive. I can easily read cursive, but I immediately thought of so many who can’t.
Then I wondered if anyone else even had access to this unique and special document? So I opened the FamilySearch Tree app and looked at this ancestor’s personal information page, but I found that this blessing hadn’t yet been shared on her “memories” page.
So I took a few moments this morning to digitize and record it for her, so anyone in our family could read it (in cursive or type script) and cherish it too. Once I was finished, I found myself having several unanswered questions . . .
How old was my great-grandmother when she got married?
How old was her husband?
Why did her husband move to Canada as a child?
Why did he return to Utah?
What were his parents like?
What were his grandparents like?
How do I feel when I read about these people?
How can knowing about them better help me in my own life, or in the lives of my own husband and children?
So I started to open one document after another, in search of answers to these questions. But as I read as much as I could, I found that I only had more and more questions. . . which led me to fall in love and deeply appreciate what my ancestors have done in their lives . . .
Thus instilling in me a desire to:
Do my best
Always turn to the Lord for guidance and truth.
Always trust in the Lord
Let my life be filled with ups and downs – for their purpose is to teach and strengthen me.
This woman alone has taught me more how to live in a foreign country, than anyone else on this earth. Her name is Elizabeth Jane Russell and she immigrated to the USA, from England, at 7 years old. She was terrified to cross the great big and dangerous ocean. Then she was faced with fear that the stories she heard in England, about the ruthless Native Americans might be true, when her family’s first home was a dugout along the Jordan River, right across the river from the local Native American’s swimming hole.
But her parents taught her not to fear but to have faith in God. And she grew into a wife and mother of her own . . . and faced her own fears. For 3 of these 4 children died within 2 weeks of each other. . .
Leaving her and her husband grieving with one child, while expecting their 5th. But due to her delicate condition, she was denied attending their funerals. Instead she was QUARANTINED, with her remaining child, until diphtheria and typhoid had done their worst. Then the child she carried died 2 days after she was born. And then this little girl too died at 7 yrs old, most likely due to her appendix.
But this is where it gets REALLY interesting! When most people would give up and call themselves “cursed”, these two went on to have 6 more children. My own great-grandmother being number 10 of the 11 total kiddos they bore.
Just imagine! What if they wouldn’t have endured and pressed onward?!? How could I have been linked to such an incredible family, such as this? I shutter to think that I would be denied such a grand blessing.
For this woman alone, taught me to stand tall, keep on going, find something useful to do each day (even while sick), and don’t doubt the Lord, nor His blessings and mercies. For this very woman actually lost her last child too! (6 total deaths). Yet she never gave up! She may have struggled, but she kept on going!!! And so must I!
So although I had very different plans today, I’ll take the day I got instead. For I got it because I needed it. And if I needed it, than I better accept it, for only heaven knows what may come tomorrow. But today, I needed to remember who I truly am!!!