She’s a “Prepper” don’t you want to be a “Prepper” too?
The moment we got word of the tsunami threat to coastal Chile, my husband called his dear friend from his mission to check and see if he and his family were safe. We were all so comforted to hear that the members in the area were not only safe but had been preparing for just such a catastrophe, and for the evacuation of thousands of people. He continued to tell my husband that their stake had started months earlier, missionaries were called specifically, to aid in these efforts and the members didn’t hesitate to follow their leaders. They were taught about long term food storage, short term food storage, 72 hour kits, and post disaster sanitation. They also learned how to make a bread that lasts indefinitely when stored correctly. The bread is called paneterno. (click for link to recipe)
What really surprised me was how calm and confident these members were. My husband told me that, as they were speaking, his friend was out gathering his sisters and relocating other families to safer ground. His example made us want to be more prepared in all areas; spiritually, mentally and physically.
Funny thing, I don’t think they are making fun of each other for being prepared. I’m sure none of us would think, for a second, that they were following false “doomsday prophets”, when they were buying their food storage. They are so lucky! Even though they don’t even have home storage places like we do or the luxury of high priced freeze dried everything, they were not targeting each other for ridicule for keeping the commandment to be prepared. Instead they supported each other in going to self preparedness workshops and shared their knowledge with each other willingly. And when the dreaded day of the Tsunami hit this month, they were prepared. And while it wasn’t as big as it could have been the members of Chile handled it like pros.
I appreciate the example of our friends and fellow members in Chile. May our Heavenly Father continue to bless them and all those trying to prepare and those diligently watching and anxiously waiting for the Savior to come back for us.
All my Love, Till the lights go out,
My sister in law, Lucy is one of my most favorite people. She’s cool headed, sophisticated, wise and has a gentle sense of humor that seems to come at just the right moment-when you absolutely need to laugh. This post, originally posted on her family […]
Last night, I had the opportunity to watch the new Christian movie “War Room.” At the end of the movie a bible verse flashed on the screen. “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14.
By all accounts and purposes, by the word of scripture and scholars and mathematicians and pastors, priests and Jewish leaders, we should have already seen the first phase of punishment, and the beginning of our own destruction. And yet, today, the stock market seems safe and the skies are filled with rain, cleansing the earth and putting out fires.
Did you pray? Did you fast with Glenn Beck? Did you humble yourselves, pray and seek him? You Did?!! Me too! Thank you sisters!!! Thank you friends!!! It seems as though we have dodged a mighty bullet. He has heard our prayers and healed the land with much needed rain. God is good. God is merciful.
In the Old Testament story of Lot, God challenged Abraham to find 50 good men and He would not destroy the land…There must be at least 50 good people out there. I know you. I thank you. I pray for you too.
Perhaps the Lord spared me for your sake this month. We can not ignore the idea that we CAN prevent these things. That united, we can change the outcome. It is not enough to obey the commandment to get a year’s supply we must first obey the great commandment to love our neighbor as ourselves. Perhaps we were the fifty, perhaps there are many of us out there praying, repenting, fasting.
Is it over? Can we stop fighting for our freedom for our families and for our religion? I am not taking any chances. Three days ago, I didn’t know how powerful my small prayer could be. Now, I know that my prayers are combined with yours that has made all the difference. I feel it. I feel you out there praying for your families, being kind to your neighbor and I feel the love you have for your Heavenly Father. We have those things in common, you and I, and together we can make good things happen no matter what crisis or catastrophes come our way.
Till the lights go out,
Three letters for you sisters: Y2K. But here is the problem with that, Y2K had absolutely zero religious significance. I didn’t buy it. I worked in computers during the Y2 scare. In fact, I worked for Hughes Missile Systems, and I didn’t even flinch. But […]
I didn’t make dinner tonight…and I can’t remember making lunch. I sent my husband and teenagers off to their church meetings with empty stomachs. There is a big stack of dirty dishes on one counter and a big stack of cupcakes on the other. Oh […]
“One of the most meaningful things we can do as parents is teach our children the power of prayer, not just the routine of prayer.” -Tad R. Callister, General Conference 2014
The conference talk I chose for the sisters I teach, is titled, “Parents the Prime Gospel Teachers of Their Children,” by Tad R. Callister, Sunday School General President.
Years ago, after a long bout of infertility, I was drawn to the foster care program. I longed to nurture and care for small children as my two young children were becoming more and more independent and I had exhausted all natural means of having another child. At our second foster care parent class, all the potential foster care parents were asked if we had any children and if so to pull out pictures of them and give them up to share with the class. I proudly pulled out two pictures of my small children, ages 5 and 6 and happily handed them to the teacher. What happened next I couldn’t have anticipated. She pulled two pictures, out of the pile, showed them to the rest of the class, then, looked at my husband and I and said, “You have just been in a car accident and are no longer living, what would you want in a set of foster parents.” She had pulled my two children out of the pile, my two sweet children. My heart raced, my eyes welled up with tears, my thoughts quickly went to my children 30 minutes away, who were being cared for by a friend. There I was among people of all walks of life. I had no idea if they were religious or not but the question was asked and the answer was honest. “I would want them to teach and encourage my children to pray.” I knew, then, like I know now, that I can not always be there for my babies, that I am unfortunately still human-still weak, unknowing, mortal, fallible, and yes, sometimes even stupid. But I am smart enough to know someone who isn’t any of those things. I know someone who is all powerful, who loves and cares for my babies, knows their mission, their destiny, their purpose and their tiny little hearts. There was some comfort in the lesson that day because I had taught my children to pray…..but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I spent the next 11 years teaching them to have a relationship with Heavenly Father to hear His voice, obey His commandments, and to be able to recognize His light in others. Now, as they go out into the world, as young adults, I know with a certainty that while they now longer are in my care, or by my side, or holding my hand, they have their Heavenly Father near them always. What’s even better is they know it, and they are not afraid.