My Hero, Pres. Hinckley

I watched Pres. Hinckley's funeral with mixed emotions. It is wonderful to think of him with his wife, but I will miss him so much! When his daughter Virginia spoke, it was revealed to me how difficult his last few years of service must have been for him. How very heavy his calling must have felt as he grieved for his sweetheart. I can relate a tiny bit, I suppose, as my calling as Primary president has felt almost unbearably heavy at times over the last few weeks. But if Pres. Hinckley could put on his shoes every morning and go to work, even at his advanced age, and without his spouse, surely I can do the small duties required of me by my calling, burdened by the grief I still feel. Pres. Hinckley will always be my hero! I think of him and how well he endured to the very end, and literally feel strengthened and a renewed desire to serve faithfully. May my loss be similarly turned to good as I put my faith in the Lord!


Here is an excerpt from Sis. Pearce's talk:
“At no time was this growth process seen more forcefully by us as a family than during the past four years, the capstone years of his life. Following the death of Mother, his grief was almost overwhelming. Characteristically, he acknowledged it — felt it, wept and mourned deeply. He went to the Lord with his tears, thus allowing the loss to carve out an even deeper place in his heart for compassion and dig an even deeper well of faith and trust in God. Then, with that increase in compassion and faith, he put on his shoes and went back to work — in every sense of the word."

Together forever

Beloved Pres. Hinckley -- We will miss you!

Pres. Hinckley passed away last night. It was sad to me at first, but the more I think about it, the more I realize what a joyful thing it is. In his 97 years on earth he lived so faithfully, enduring so well to the very end, and accomplished so much for the kingdom of God. Can you imagine who is likely in his company now? His beloved wife, his dear friend James E. Faust, past Church leaders and prophets, his mother who died when he was young, perhaps the Lord himself!

I looked in the last Conference report to see what his last full-length talk was about. It was "The Stone Cut Out of the Mountain", a very appropriate topic for one who has led the Church into its now-worldwide visibility. This is from the final paragraph:

"I leave with you my testimony of the truth of these things, and I invoke the blessings of heaven upon you. May the windows of heaven be opened and blessings showered upon you as the Lord has promised. Never forget that this was His promise and that He has the power and the capacity to see that it is fulfilled. I so pray as I leave my blessing and love with you in the sacred name of our Redeemer, even the Lord Jesus Christ, amen."

To read a beautiful tribute to Pres. Hinckley, visit Meridian Magazine here.

I'm leaving for Texas now, to visit Becky, Daniel and Seth, and also my mom, who will be there. Wish me a safe trip! :)

There must needs be opposition. . . .

This poem by Emily Dickinson surprised me by expressing clearly how I have felt about the gospel since losing Benjamin. It helps me understand the WHY. I have always appreciated the gospel, and the beautiful doctrine of eternal families, but I don't think any of us appreciate it fully until it is applied specifically to our family--when a brother, a mother, a son has died. "To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need."

SUCCESS.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!

Exciting Events for Baker Boys

Fluffy lost a top front tooth, which is noteworthy of itself,

but even more remarkable, the Tooth Fairy came the very first night! :)

Exacto won 2nd place in the School Spelling Bee and will go on to the County Bee!

Words spelled correctly included: dragon, famous, idiom, chronic, mantilla, and spherical.

Spelled down on libretto. (spelled it "l-a-b-r-e-t-t-o")

Happy Birthday, sweet Hyrum!

Hyrum Christian Baker was born 4 years ago today, on January 9, 2004. He weighed 7 lbs., 10 ozs. Even as a baby he was delightful and had great charisma. His facial expressions have cracked us up since he was a few months old. By the time he was a year and a half old he could sing on pitch, and hasn't stopped humming and singing since. He is very good-natured but dramatic, and makes us laugh with almost everything he says.

Make a slideshow - it's easy!

We love you so much, Hyrum. You bring joy to our family. Happy Birthday!

Two months

If he were with us, Benjamin would be two months old today.

A Southern New Year's Day (sans football)

I tried a new recipe for New Year's Day. Evidently it's not optional to have black-eyed peas around here on New Year's. I have no clue how to fix them, so I pounced on this recipe from my neighbor. It is SO GOOD. I ate probably half the pan singlehandedly over the last two days! :)

TRY IT. YOU WILL LOVE IT.

Black-Eyed Corn Bread

1 tsp. butter
1 lb. spicy loose fresh pork sausage meat
1 med. yellow onion, peeled and chopped
1 c. white cornmeal (I used yellow)
1/2 c. flour
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking soda
2 eggs
1 c. buttermilk (I used regular milk with a 1 tsp. lemon juice - let it sit to curdle a little)
1/2 c. vegetable oil
8 oz. cheddar cheese, grated (about 2 c.)
1 (15-oz.) can black-eyed peas, drained
3/4 c. canned creamed-style corn
1/2 c. canned chopped green chilies
1/2 c. drained sliced pickled jalapenos, chopped

Preheat oven to 350. Grease 9x13-inch baking dish with butter. Break sausage meat into chunks and put into a large skillet over medium heat. Add onions and cook, breaking sausage up with a slotted spoon until meat is just cooked through - about 10 minutes. Transfer sausage and onions to paper towels to let drain.

Whisk cornmeal, flour, salt and beking soda together in a large bowl. Beat eggs, buttermilk and oil together in a medium bowl. Add egg mixture to cornmeal mixture, stirring until cornmeal mixture is just moistened (batter will be lumpy). Stir in sausage mixture, cheese, black-eyed peas, corn, green chilies, and jalapenos. Pour batter into prepared dish, smoothing the top with the back of a spoon. Bake until golden brown - 50 to 60 minutes. Allow to cool for 10 minutes before serving.

And for your "Gee, Whiz" file:

Black-eyed peas are traditionally eaten on New Year's Day in the American South and in some other parts of the USA. In some areas, they are served as a starchy side dish, cooked with or without fatback and/or diced onion, and often served with a hot chili sauce or a pepper-flavored vinegar. In other areas, they are served in a traditional dish called "Hoppin' John" made of black-eyed peas cooked with rice, sometimes pork (such as hog jowls, neckbone, hock, or fatback), and seasonings.

The traditional meal also features collard or mustard greens or cabbage. This is supposed to bring good luck and financial enrichment. The peas stand for good luck, the greens symbolize paper money. Cornbread also often accompanies this meal.

These "good luck" traditions date back to the U.S. Civil War. Union troops, especially in areas targeted by General William Tecumseh Sherman, would typically strip the countryside of all stored food, crops, and livestock and destroy whatever they couldn't carry away. At that time, Northerners considered "field peas" and corn suitable only for animal fodder, and as a result didn't steal or destroy these humble foods. Many Southerners survived as a result of this mistake. (from Wikipedia--hope it's true--ha).