Monday, November 28, 2016
Last night blew my mind. We sat in a circle in our TV room going over a familiar problem with our dear beloved Beverly Shania. Different people but typical circumstances. Before the meeting last night though, we had talked to her another night before last night. We had called her over and talked to her in the room and my husband being the loud and extremely critical person that he is, was beginning to warm up with his eyes flaring with anger and voice harsh and yelling.
I heard footsteps running in the hallway. I knew it was Big Mo. He was watching TV in the Living Room and must have heard his dad's voice. He halted right outside our bedroom door, knocked and then opened the door. His dad seeing him, calmed down a bit but continued with lashing out at Bev..."You made a mess of things, made a mess here and now making a mess of there with Silia and Misi.." Before his sentence finished, Mahonrai interrupted, "No dad", his face showed so much compassion for his sister. He walked in and knelt before his sister who was sitting on our bed-bench. "You didn't make a mess of anything Bev". He took her face and looked her in the eye and said, "What we need here is progress Bev, progress". He talked to her about discipline and other things and I couldn't help but be so proud of him and how mature he has handled the situation. So unlike his father who would always, always resolve to criticizing, cutting down and wounding the precious heart of our beloved children.
Last night as we sat with Misi and Silia, myself and Sione and Bev. On and on these three poured out their minds and their concerns about her and this situation that she has managed to get herself into once again. All I could do was watch and will my baby the power to be able to correct her ways. On and on they went, round and round, same things said over and over and over. Bev was bawling and I could just sense the sadness of her realizing the consequences once again of her bad choices. Mahonrai was standing the whole time listening in from the hallway, shaking his head in disapproval at what his dad is saying to her. He finally came and sat down and poured out his heart to all of us. Basically stating, that everything we say means nothing to Bev is she can not feel any compassion from us towards her. Then he went on, in the most loving way, talking to his sister once again in the manner that I saw him do that one night last week. Everything he says was base on the love of Christ and how there need to be a change because this is a gospel of change and change unto repentance. In a loving way he showed his sister how much he loves her and still urges her to make that change and to repent.
When Sil and Misi left, Bev was crying even more because she wanted to go home with them. Her father was getting even angrier because she was crying. He started yelling at her and Mahonrai came and got Beverly from the chair and took her into Grandma Peta's room. Sat her down and once again got on his knees, hold her face and talked straight to her eye to eye. He said many things to her and then got up and said that he will give her a blessing. I was at awe once again at his boldness and the way he trust that the Lord will help Bev, by giving her a blessing. I couldn't help but cry with joy as I witness one of my sons having so much faith as well as magnifying the power of his Priesthood. After he gave Bev a blessing he came and asked his dad if he could give him a blessing too. He gave him a blessing and then came and hug Bev and me. I was so impressed with the respect he still has for his father. I remember earlier this year, my son Leli, having misunderstood the things Sione said to Bev, came right up to his father and they went at it face to face. Sione's ways has pushed the two older boys far from him. They distant themselves from him but here is the youngest Mahonrai, showing respect still and love for his father, even though he is aware of how he is.
Proud as I am of this son, I pray that he will continue to be wise and loving. When I picked his name, I wanted him to be just like his namesake because Mahonrai was a mighty man that loved the Lord and that the Lord loved him. He was God fearing and as I always tell my son: "The Lord always answers Mahonrai's prayers because he would never ask anything that contradicts the Lord's will". My Mahonrai Teancum is a mighty man for such a young age. He makes me want to be a better mother.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
I pray that my children will realize just how blessed they are and have an "attitude of gratitude" towards God, people and their surroundings.
With everything that is going on with my husband's health, we have been able to witness the tender mercies of the Lord through people. Neighbors, friends and acquaintances. Take for one, my dear friend and neighbor, Rita Offrett. I see her as an angel that's been Godsend to help us. Ever since my husband's accident, she has given us her Expedition to use because I can't drive his truck for it is manual instead of automatic. She practically gave me the keys and told me to use it whenever I need it because she's not using it. Who does that now a days? Especially when we live in a world where most people consider material things more valuable above all things. I use her car to visit my husband in the rehab center and to take him back and forth from his appointments. Without her car, I don't know how we could manage all my husband's appointments and getting places where we need to get. I am so grateful for her and I hope we can always be mindful of what others needs are and always lend a helping hand and pay it forward.
I am grateful that my son Mahonrai came home safely from his mission. For two years he has been gone and serve in North Carolina, Charlotte Mission. I have missed him and now he is back home. It was a sweet reunion and I'm so grateful he's back.
I hear good things and bad things through FB. I've come across so many stories of goodness that people have done to help others and it gives me joy to know that even though these are the worse of times, there still are so many good people who truly cares, love and willing to help others who are not so fortunate. It's incredible. As much as we have been recipients of so many good deeds and intentions, I pray for an opportunity to be able to give back to the people and pay it forward. What good can I do or my family can do to make a difference in another person's life and make their life better. I try to carry pocket change in my purse because I hate when I stop at a light and see a man or a woman with a sign asking for money and I don't have any in my purse to give. I don't care what their circumstances in life are, I only want to give while I can give. I'm not there to judge them.
This Thanksgiving I praise to God for His son Jesus Christ and for FAMILY. I love them and I can not imagine life without them. I'm grateful for life itself and the opportunity to still breath and live. I'm grateful for my heritage and loving parents and grandparents. I'm grateful for grandchildren and I'm forever grateful for my testimony and membership in His church The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
I love my family. I love God and Christ. I love people whether I know or don't know them. I am forever grateful for the role they play in my life