So Shall We be Like a Tree

I planted a tree

A tree that will last

It will last my lifetime

My children’s children will watch it grow

It will see changes

Changes in our home

Changes in me

Changes in our community

It sees the big picture

It will watch the  circle of life

Death, birth, the storms of life

It will stand through many seasons of life

Spring-Fall, summer winter

Stormes of life that will be unnoticed by the self-absorbed

But the tree will see

It will clean the air

Clean the soul

It will only give

It will give protection to the home from the elements of snow, wind, and will give shade.

It will bring the smell of pine from a wreath during the Holidays and welcome visitors

It will give pine tea to the sick

This tree will only give

So shall we be like a tree

Give new life

Give new breath

Give new perspective

and stand strong and beautiful when the storms of life engulf us

Stand firm and strong

Bend in the wind

Drink  up the rain and welcome the new day

Look up

Notice the sunshine

 

You may not need the hive, but the hive needs YOU

You may not need the hive, but the hive needs YOU

I love you

You are important

I feel your heart

 I feel your struggles

 

I cry for you

Mourn for you

 You are important

You are a mighty bee

 

You may be one

You may seem small

You feel unnoticed

You are missed

 

 Your are needed

You are the hive

You are a fighter bee

You are my honey

 

I will forever Bee YOUR mascot!

To Class of 1982,

Carol Cannon Sevy

My Andy finally found his Anne

My mom made me a Raggedy  Anne and Andy when I was a girl. I loved them both and they were in my room as a child and a teenager. They reminded me of my mothers love for me. The love of my mother and father and grandmother and grandfather.

When I was married at the tender age of 18 years old. They came with me.  They were set aside as my life as a wife, mother and grandmother continued. I found myself as a divorced mom after almost 25 years of marriage.

With the move and  craziness of a new life, my Anne was lost. I am not sure where or how.

As children have grown and left the roost and  I was able to have and office of my own . Andy found his own special place in my office. I kept wondering if Anne would show up. But she hasn’t and I have often wondered where she was. I have felt bad that I didn’t take better care of her. My mom had put so much time into them both. My mom is in Heaven and I cherish the things the she hand stitched.

I was needing some “retail therapy” yesterday and I came across a Anne. She is very similar to the Anne that is lost. The same size and pattern. Sewn for a little girl who probably lost the Andy. When I picked her up, she felt just right. The perfect companion for my Andy.

Their close don’t match

There hair is different

They are perfect for each other.

Just as I have found my, “Andy”

Anne had found her new home.

Father’s come in many different forms. I am so grateful for my Father and his example he has set for me. He has unconditional love.

My husband is a Father, grandfather, step-father, uncle and step-grandfather. He had been a divorced father also for a time. Just as my “Andy” was.

I often say that “I am so glad and thankful that I , “this Anne,” kissed “Andy,” my Jim  or we would probably still be dating! ”

We may not match

Our hair is different

Our children are different

But we found our “Home”

 

Which one are you?

Which child are you in this picture?

This Easter day I had the privilege of teaching 5 year olds in primary.

 The Primary is an organized program of religious instruction and activity in the LDS church for children eighteen months of age until 12 years old.

My husband and I were team teaching and I asked one boy which one he would be and act it out. He chose the boy folding his arms, another chose the one with the goat, and the only girl in the class chose the girl sitting at Jesus’s feet. They all got in their positions and looked at me with their big eyes as I asked them, “If you could ask Jesus any question, what would it be?” The beautiful 5 year old girl asked with all sincerity, “Am I good enough?” Another boy said,”Ya I haven’t been very good” then she said,”Ya , sometimes I just do bad things” The  other boy said that he didn’t know what he would ask.

As I look at this picture I believe I have been all of these children, and with tears in my eyes I told them that I hadn’t been very good either. But because of  Jesus Christ we are good enough.

Am I good enough?

I have done bad things

I hurt my brother

I snapped at my sister

I didn’t tell the whole truth

I though bad of my neighbor.

I am not good enough without my big brother.

My big brother takes care of me

He heals my brothers and sisters hearts

He helps me be impeccable with my word

He sends others to help me

To whisper in my ear to tell the truth

He sends angels to watch my back

When I have done all that I can

He puts his arm around me and says

You are good enough

 

 

 

Hope Lodge gave me,”Hope”

All my cancer treatments were a quick stay in Salt Lake City at Huntsman’s hospital and back home for the first while. I knew there where other people with cancer because I would see them for the day. But then I was back home to my own little world.

This all changed when I was told that I needed to continue with 18 radiation treatments. My aunt said that she would drive me every day from Bountiful Utah and take care of me. It sounded so comfy and perfect. I was worried about being a burden, but she assured me that it would be fine.

She came down with a terrible sickness right when it was time for me to go to radiation. We needed to make different arrangements. I was terrified. We were told about Hope Lodge that had just opened. I could stay there and they even had transportation for me to get back and for to the hospital.

To tell you the truth, I was so afraid to take care of myself. My mind wasn’t as sharp and it seemed like such a big city for this bald headed girl, not comfortable with herself.

My sweet husband got me settled in our room. He stayed one night, and then he had to go home for the week. As we sat in the dining room and kitchen area, I looked around at all the patients and care givers. I was much more healthy than most of them. I was one month out of chemo/RCHOP and was regaining my strength and had a little peach fuzz on the top of my head. There were so many sick people and I got mad. So mad that there isn’t a cure. Why are there so many people suffering! Why don’t we have a cure for cancer? Is this a big bad joke and people are suffering because of money. Are people just making money of us sick cancer patients? Why do we have this disease? I wanted to just scream at someone, and then I looked in there faces, and they have the same questions. Their eyes were so sad, their stomachs were so upset, their bodies were in pain, there was heart ache everywhere. Why was I here? I was the healthiest cancer patient there. I had made it through chemo/RCHOP. It was brutal and I had looked at death straight in the eye. Somehow I was saved… for now.

It was between Christmas and New Years. So he would come and get me and bring me home for the long weekend and then bring me back. I had 4 days to take care of myself. I acted kinda brave and he left me alone. I laid on my bed and sobbed… for about 15 minutes, and then I said, “What! I am alone, I am alone, I only have to take care of myself, this is a happy time, no kids, only me to take care of! ” And the party began. From that day on I didn’t leave my room until I was happy and ready to spread sunshine to all the other Hope Lodge patients and care givers!

I was no longer restricted to any diet. The RCHOP was done and I could take any supplement I wanted. It was my time to heal, to regain my self back. I had a month to do that, and it was wonderful.

I took my natural,’Energy shots’ before I even left my room in the morning. Smeared Renew lotion all over my radiation body, did yoga, and took care of me. I would get tired and only had so much to give others. But this is where I grew out of myself and even more into.”I am a happy girl”

Hope Lodge gave me… Hope