A little catch up

So over Labor Day weekend Rusty and I went camping with some friends up in a mountain area called Kilgore.  It was a TON of fun nd so relaxing to be up in the mountains away from all worries and cares. Unfortunately, on a 4-wheeler ride I lost my phone (which I took so I could take pictures), so . . . no pictures :(

Last weekend we went and got wood. What that means is that we went into the mountains, found dead trees, chopped them down, cut them up and loaded them up into the trailer.  This is a cord of wood:
It measures 4feet deep by 4feet high, by 8 feet wide.  We loaded 15 cord out of the woods last Saturday! I was exhausted and sore!! 

And guess what we get to go do THIS weekend?

You guessed it . . . Get Wood!!

Yeah!

NOT!!

(oh well, its gotta be done and someone's gotta do it!) 

And on top of all that . . . I got sick! I am FINALLY feeling better and back at work and life in general :)

So life is pretty boring right now, but in about a week my mom (and maybe my lil sis Dee Dee) will be HERE!! Wahooooo!! I LOVE my mama! :]

If I Die Young

"If I die young,

Burry me in satin,

Lay me down in a bed of roses.

Sink me in the river at dawn,

Send me away with the words of a love song.

The sharp knife of a short life."

The words of this song have come to mean so much more to me ove the past few days.  Our small community has been plauged by the death of youth this month.  At the beginning of August we lost a young man who was going to be a freshman this year.  He died in a 4-wheeling accident.  If that wasn't enough, last Sunday in the wee hours of the morning, two high school senior girls were headed back from a rodeo and fell alseep at the wheel.  The car rolled several times and both were killed. 

As I went to the viewing last night (which is the first one I've ever been to) the reality struck me of what it means to be dead.  The girls looked as if they were sleeping, physically, but looking upon them you could tell their spirits had gone out of them and what remained was only the shell of who they are.  I say "are"  because I know that they still exist in the Heavens and doing a great work where they are.  The Lord must have need of these of young souls and a great work for them to do.

I have watched the young women in my ward (the Laurels especially) struggle with this event and as I have thought of what I could say or do to comfort them I have found comfort myself.  I have realized that the Lord truly has a plan for each of us and that there is a reason I am still here.  If the Lord wanted me He could take me, but there is work yet for me to do.  And so it is with each of us.  I have also hard the stark reality put into effect that we are not invinsible.  Life is precious and can be taken away in a split second. 

As I try to understand why this event occurred and why three lives were cut so short I am reminded that

"Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away." 

Life is precious and I hope I can remeber that and not take my life or the people in it for granted.