Coming Home!

I had a very scary shuttle ride!

But I did get to the airport safely, and I did get my suitcase checked.  This is exciting because my clothes are in it this time, so my backpack only has my purse in it.  I mailed home the tube of posters.  So it’s an easy day!

I even had time to sit down by the escalators and eat a lunch able I bought at the corner store while waiting on my shuttle, so that I wouldn’t spend money at the airport.  It’s so fun to talk with the kids and relax for an easier day of travel with less stress now!

I will say, despite so many drunk people and despite so many naked people, most of whom were tourists, every single person I ever asked for help from this week was extraordinarily kind.  I really enjoyed my visit here, even if I was somewhat selective of some activities.

But I am excited to go home, even if for a few nights!


This morning Nathan was awakened by five of the six children right as soon as it was six in the morning.  He got them through the bathroom line, and then into the playroom.  Then he was able to go back to sleep.

I slept late, all the way until five, which is good for me, and woke slowly.  It was lovely.  I got my scripture study done without any interruptions, ate breakfast while it was still hot, and then just laid there some more.

It was good resting, and much needed.

Now I will be checking out of the hotel at the same time as the children are already busy in the backyard, and counting down the time I can kiss their sweet faces.

I will be so glad to be home!  I could have gone back over to the conference for the final morning, but everyone had already been by our booth.  Also, tomorrow is my 24 hour shift at the hospital, so I really need to pace myself – especially since traveling wears me out so much.  I am grateful that going home will be easier than getting here, since I am not lugging a suitcase full of books with me!

It is a beautiful day, and I am glad to be going home!

#LDSConf – 3 Nephi 25

CLICK HERE to read 3 Nephi 25.

Compare to Malachi 4.

This shall be the burning, says the Savior (verse 1). We must be burned, for it is the only thing that purifies us and changes our very nature. We can choose to be burned now, by the promptings and calls to repentance that the Holy Spirit gives us as we pray and read our scriptures and listen to the prophets; or, we can be burned in the last day (verse 3). If we choose to be burned now, by the Holy Spirit, and so exchange what is not-of-God for His-righteousness, then in the last day we will be prepared and protected and cared for in nurturing ways (verse 2).

This has been the law, always, even as recorded by Moses (verse 4).

Elijah will come before the last day, He says (verse 5).

We know that Elijah has since come already (see the Topical Guide).

These are our two witnesses for the gathering of His people: Moses and Elijah.

Moses restored the keys for gathering the living saints, and Elijah restored the keys for gathering those on the other side of the veil.

On both sides of the veil, the gathering is done through the Temple ordinances.

The blessings of participating in this work include both the physical (temporal) and spiritual blessings of our families, as helping in the work gathers us further (both physically and spiritually).

And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children,
and the heart of the children to their fathers…

This has been the whole purpose of the whole plan, since the beginning (verse 6).

City Lights

I don’t have to write letters to my children anymore, because they are already over the excitement of seeing their own names on the blog.  Besides, instead of writing me back, they drew me pictures which they showed me on FaceTime and left on my chair at home.  That’s makes correspondence a little challenging.  At least we tried!  They are so funny.

Already, I write about them less, because they are getting older, and so have more of a say in what is shared or not, and mostly it is their story to tell.

I went to sleep at about 830 last night, and slept until 6 this morning.  I was so tired!  This was really hard work!  Besides carrying books, I am way too introverted to be meeting a gazabillion people and chatting them up all day.

That said, I really did try hard, and met some amazing people.  The exhibit booth next to me was another book – that one an adoption book from the baby’s perspective – and they are Jewish!  He was a prison chaplain, so we had lots of sharing.  They were very nice, and taught me a lot about selling books, and maybe I helped them a little, and I am really glad to call them my new friends by the end of the week.

Others who took the book that were fascinating to meet were caseworkers trying really hard, attorneys fighting to make a difference, someone from the State Department, some Senators, a few physicians, someone from the Dave Thomas Foundation, someone from the Creating Families show, people on the National Adoption Council, and all kinds of others that are doing amazing work!

And there I was, doing autographs for them!

It was the strangest thing, and so humbling!  One of my new attorney friends said I should be taking my picture with all of them, but I was uncomfortable with that and don’t much like pictures anyway, and wanted our moments to be authentic.  Also, I know they are super busy and doing real work and I didn’t want to take too much time.

I just felt it, and thanked them, and autographed their books and handed them over.

It was kind of surreal.

But once the books were all sold, and once people had all figured out it was just easiest to get the book on Amazon so that they weren’t even needing help ordering it from the website anymore, then I was done.  My back was hurting so bad, and my eyes could not see.  My blurred vision is really bad sometimes, though the redness hasn’t come back in a long time, so I am grateful.  The pressure hurts, though, and I wish they could find what infection is going on and get rid of it.  But that’s better than cancer, right?  So I don’t want to murmur about it.

I am getting old is part of it!  My gray hairs are filling in my temples, more every day.  I think I better get wise fast if I am going to look so elegant and clever some day!

I came back to my room early tonight, and not able to change my flight any earlier, of course, so will just take the time to rest.  I will be very glad to get home tomorrow, but it won’t be until late after the children are asleep.  Then I work the 24 hour Sunday shift at the hospital, so I still won’t see the children until after school on Monday!  Then I leave again for my annual week in Utah, and so my heart is heavy for missing them, no matter how funny they are on FaceTime. Maybe more so because of that.

I had to call Nathan back an extra time tonight, though, because I got scared!  My eyes could not see well enough to read scriptures, and I had already listened to some talks, and needed to lay and rest my back.  So I flipped through the television a little, which seems like a treat since we don’t have it at home, but the only thing on were crime shows.  I do so much forensic work that this is always interesting to me, but one was more about the drama than the crime and really spooked me!  Right as I was getting nervous enough to turn it off, people (who I assumed had been drinking) came whooping and hollering past my door!  It startled me so much I jumped up to the window of my room, and watched the lights of cars driving by to calm down as I waited for Nathan to answer the phone.

My hotel is on the corner of Canal and Bourbon street, so there is plenty to see!  Goodness.  I have not felt it wise to go out by myself after dark, both because of exposure to that which is not good for me and just for safety sake, so I have enjoyed my rest these nights.

But I know Nathan is there, working hard all day – he has finished two interactive plays in only two weeks – and then picking up all the children and working hard all evening with them.  He is doing so great, and talks to them so gently, and being so patient even when they are little punks.

Minions, I say.

I learned a lot about post-adoption issues from this conference, so I am excited to share things with Nathan and get more ideas and resources to help as we try to race these children best we can.  There is a big movement to stay connected to biological families, as much as it is safe and not disruptive to development, so it felt good we were doing some things right.  Other things we are doing right, too, so it is a relief to gain some confidence, even though there are still so many things for us to learn and all of it to practice.

I just want to speak more kindly to them.  I do try, and it’s not that I am mean.  But we have had to be so firm for so long about different boundaries and enforcing structure and routine and behavioral plans of therapists who don’t have to live with us… this has given me a new taste of the impact of therapy on families, by the way.  I appreciate those things, and know they have helped us in season, and I know they still need to experience the natural consequences they choose and that result from their behaviors and interactions, and I know it isn’t my job to be their “friend”, but a parent with limit setting and boundaries.  But oh!  I do love the tender moments, and sometimes get tired of being the bumper pad in the bowling alley, just trying to make sure everyone gets some pins knocked down.  Sometimes I just want to play, to relax, to enjoy their company and not miss these treasured moments that we will never get back – especially since now I am back at the hospital and away from home on tour for the book.  They are what is most important, no matter what.

And my sweet Nathan.  I was so proud to share about him and to tell our story, and people who got the book early had already read our story by today, and everyone came by crying and congratulating us and in awe of our story.  Because it really is that magical, and he really is the exact right one for me, and we really have been through so much.  But mostly we just are happy because we choose love, which means choosing to work hard, and choosing to serve, and choosing to do the things that bring blessings so rich as the love we have.  He is amazing, and I love him, and I miss him.

Even in the city lights, which make me think of our time in New York together, that week before we got married… which makes me imagine how hilariously different it will be when we go back again someday with the children, when they are a little more ready (and toilet trained).

I don’t know how we will ever do it, this raising of our family.

I just know the spirit of God is with us, and we just live today.

Tomorrow will happen soon enough, with city lights faded like the echo of a memory.

Kyrie Update

I have been holding off an update because I really wanted more answers.

Or a plan.

Or for someone to say everything is going to be fine.

Or for Kyrie to not be purple.

Instead, Heavenly Father has sent me back to chaplaincy, where I am reminded that there are not always answers, and things don’t always go according to plan, and sometimes things are not fine.

For right now, that’s where Kyrie is holding: not-fine, but also not-in-crisis. Except she always is in crisis.  But not.  But she is, except she is fine, except for the crisis part.  That’s our life with Kyrie.

By not in crisis, I mean to say, we are coming to terms with hypoxia and cyanosis just being part of her life, that no matter how badly we want a pink baby, we are having to come to terms with a tan/brown/purple/oh-it’s-a-good-day-so-she-is-peach-for-an-hour/nevermind-she-is-blue-again kind of baby.

She has just had her checkups with pulmonologist and ENT and neurologist.

The pulmonologist says that the physical therapist is right, that because she doesn’t breathe well enough, her chest cavity isn’t growing right, and that because she consistently works so hard to breathe, her back muscles are too tight and her shoulders stay too hunched.  But her lungs themselves are doing great, other than being too small since they are never fully inflated, and so there is really nothing he can do to help except make sure medicaid is still approving oxygen and supplies (as much as they will).

She is to remain on oxygen when exerted, or her sats drop too low, or for physical therapy, or if she struggles when eating.

She is to remain on the keep-evaluating-for-a-trach-and-gtube list, but he’s not going to do it right now.  She functions well enough without air for about a third of the time, so it’s not worth the extra risk to move forward yet, though we may still need to in the future depending on how she grows.

He is frustrated, like we are, that she wasn’t trached in the beginning, because she really needed one that first year, but now that she is almost 18 months, we can’t go back in time to fix it.  But that wasn’t his fault, and he is doing his best with her now.  He did order another swallow study to see how much she is aspirating these days, but that’s about all he can do.

She was sick for about five weeks with same thing the other kids had for only one week, but she did pull through it without any pneumonia or being hospitalized.  That’s so big for her!  He was willing to hospitalize her if we wanted, but felt it would be better for her not to if it could be avoided and we agreed.   During that five weeks on oxygen, though, the same thing that has always happened did happen again: she grew.  Every time she is on oxygen consistently for some time, she finally grows.  In five weeks, she went up a shoe size and jumped out of 9 month clothes all the way up to busting out of her 12 month clothes.  I know she is longer, and heavier, and I am excited for her 18 month checkup to get her new weight.  She has chubby legs all the sudden, and her face is full again, and she was so happy and played so hard!

But then she pulled through, got better, and the oxygen went back to intermittent, and we are already losing some of the chub on her legs and she is fussier and doesn’t play as much so actively.

The ENT saw her, and pretty much said that it’s good she is talking so much, and that with her tubes she is hearing better than expected, even though it’s not perfect.  The tubes are in place, and look perfect, and we have not had any more ear infections since they were placed, not even when she was just sick for all those weeks.  This is a relief, that at least one thing is going better.

There is no new news structurally: her airway is too small and the wrong shape, her epiglottis is the wrong size and shape, removing tonsils and adenoids may open up her airway some but could also cause more speech and/or aspiration problems.  He still thinks part of her random and unpredictable sudden desats may be because of the epiglottis and how it flaps down wrong sometimes, so he wants to shave it so her airway isn’t blocked from that, but if he does shave it then he can’t put it back so it’s a pretty permanent thing for something he’s just guessing at and we haven’t wanted to do that yet.  She is outgrowing her trachea, which then gets more inflamed from trying too hard, and so especially when she eats and the esophagus pushes on it, she struggles and tears just pour down her face even though she isn’t upset or actually crying.

And, he doesn’t think she is a candidate for traching at all because she is still having central events rather than only peripheral events.

A “peripheral event” means her body is conserving oxygen, causing her hands and feet to change colors because her body is reserving all the oxygen for her brain and heart.

A “central event” means her brain and heart are not getting enough oxygen, which is when her lips turn blue and her face pale, etc.

If her body were struggling to breathe because of structural problems, which it is, but if that were the only issue, a trach could bypass this and solve the problem.

But they think part of the issue is her brain getting the messages to and from her heart and lungs, which a trach cannot solve.

That brings us to the latest MRI and CT scans:

The CT scans show that her mastoid air cells are not developing and still opacified, with complete opacification of the right middle ear and opacification of the epitympanum on the left.  The opacification is bilateral, with her right ear worse than her left middle ear.  They ruled out fluid and infection, but not all the bones are there so some of it floats around the wrong place.  The tubes have helped hold things in place, and there may be some surgery they can do later, but right now it’s just because of the extra bones missing from when she was born.

The CT scan also shows disconjugate ocular gaze, which we already knew since last summer, and that’s why we patch her eye for part of the day.  We go back to the pediatric eye specialist in a few more months to see if it needs to be patched for all day or not.  It’s just part of her cerebral palsy, the left eye being weaker and not able to focus or move as it should.

The CT scan also confirmed a fistula, or a hole in her cleft palate.  When we go to the 18 month well child appointment, we will get a referral to a pediatric dental specialist to get her an obturator if we need, but mostly once she got the hole we had liquids out her nose again for about two weeks but since then, it seems she has figured out how to manage it and seems to be doing fine and not be bothered by it.  Her repaired palate, they said, was not repaired in the back, just the front half, which we know, so she that is why they are expecting her to need pflap surgery when she is four.

The CT scan also confirms her micrognathia, or the recessed chin, is getting worse.  She will need another distraction, and that may be why her breathing problems are escalating again.  We want to wait as long as possible, though, because each one starts the countdown on the next one, and we want her to have as few as possible over her lifetime.

The MRI showed a linear signal in the right side of cervical cord at c1, which may impact left side movement, which may be part of the cerebral palsy weakness on her left side.  There is “significant blossoming” on the ride side of the medulla, which is where her stroke was, and the right side of the brain affects the left side of her body, so again the impact from the stroke and now cerebral palsy also both were left side affected.  There is abnormality on the brain stem and lower cerebellum, and so they want another MRI to rule out a type of Chiari malformation as well?   They could also see her palate repair, and that the micrognathia is improved from before distraction surgery last summer, but that it has gotten worse since after surgery, and that her tongue base is blocking her airway.  They also found telangestasia, confirmed with the red “birthmark” on top of her head that we often see through her hair, which they said anywhere else it would be of little concern, but hers is obviously in her brain and leaves her high risk for a massive brain hemorrhage that would be life threatening.  Because of this, they want us to go back to the geneticist again to be tested for HHT (I already forgot what that stands for) because that can also cause shortness of breath and seizures and small strokes, all of which she has had, as we well know.  The neurologist is pretty concerned about what he saw in her brain, and kind of surprised her problems because of it haven’t been worse.  He said there is a fair amount of artifact on the cerebellum, which means either it is even more serious or it is just a bad picture, so they are going to do another one.

All of this goes back to her midline facial features being consistent with PRS, but the root cause and other features really being other issues, and making her one complicated baby.

(In other news, a specialist I talked to at this conference, a doctor from Minnesota that was in my audience, said that this isn’t heroin that has done this to her.  She said it had to be the alcohol and cocaine, which bio-mom did test positive for during pregnancy.  Not that it changes anything, but at least it’s information.)

The simplest answer, though, is simply that sometimes she needs help breathing, supplemental oxygen seems to be sufficient, and she needs extra care when she is sick and a longer time to recover.

But otherwise, we have almost made it to 18 months, which is a miracle.

And on her good days, any stranger looking at her would not even know anything was wrong.

And on her worst days, we don’t know if this will be the morning she doesn’t wake up, or the time she loses her balance because she is having a massive stroke from which she will die, or the one time we try to resuscitate her and she doesn’t come back.

With Kyrie, it has always been the case that everything could change in only a moment.

But with Kyrie, it has also always been the case that she has constantly surprised (and charmed) everyone.

The pulmonologist says that as long as we can keep her alive, she is just going to be blue most of the time, and that the complications of that will continue to build up, but there isn’t much we can do about it.

The ENT says that we are going to run out of time avoiding surgeries, but even what he can do is just remove things that we can’t put back, and that this will absolutely impact quality of life.

The neurologist says that we need to understand that while obviously part of her breathing problems are structural, that she is not “only” a classic PRS baby, so a trach is not a magic wand in her case because a great deal of her breathing problems is from her brain causing central events and the inconsistent presentation and unpredictable desats.  We need to be prepared, he said, that she could die suddenly from a hemorrhage, today or ten years from now, or just somehow carry that around with her for a lifetime.  But he said, in an effort to have compassion on us, that dying from that would be far quicker and less painful that dying from suffocation, if that’s any comfort.

We need to understand, they all said, that we are lucky to still have her, that she is doing great – beyond expectations when you consider what is going on inside her – and that we should enjoy our time with her and know that we have done a good job caring for her.

We need to understand, they all said, that there is really nothing they can do, except monitor her and provide what we need for her to be comfortable, like oxygen and inhalers and ng tube food to keep her as beefed up as we can.

We need to understand, they all said, that her advanced cognitive experience may be part of her enjoying as much life as possible in as little time as possible, and just not miss a moment of it.

We need to understand, they all said, to let her good days be good days, and just be grateful, and embrace them, and not worry about what else we could do when there is nothing to do.

We need to understand, they all said, that blue really is her baseline, and this is just where we are.

It reminds me of the day when my mother was killed, when I thought we were grieving my father who had died of cancer, when I thought we were celebrating my new marriage and a pregnancy and our new life together.  None of us know when or how we will die, and none of us know when.  What they say is true for all of us, and I see it every day as a chaplain.

So yeah, she’s fine.  Just fine.  Sometimes blue, but fine.

Resigning ourselves to a blue baby doesn’t mean giving in.  It just means we aren’t going to chase specialists all over the country anymore.  She is too tired for that.

Accepting blue as a baseline after a year and a half of fighting against doesn’t mean settling.  It just means our advocacy gets more focused.  It means we fight from where we are, rather than where we had wanted to be.

Realizing you can’t make your baby any better doesn’t mean giving up.  It means being present.  It means dealing with your own emotional response to what your child is enduring, instead of fixing them by trying to fix the baby.

What is important is that we love her, and that she loves her brothers and sisters.  What is important is that she is in best school for her, with teachers and a nurse who adore her.  What is important is that she sings, talks in full paragraphs as of this week, and is learning what she likes to eat and doesn’t like to eat.  What is important is that she loves stories, and baby dolls, and climbing the impossible slide in the backyard.  What is important is that she knows how to pray, and how to ask for help, and how to laugh.  What is important is that we are a family, and that we are sealed together for time and all eternity… even if we beg everyday in tearful prayers for more time.

#LDSConf – 3 Nephi 24

CLICK HERE to read 3 Nephi 24.

Compare Malachi 3.

The Savior also told them to write the words of Malachi, and He taught them what these scriptures meant (verse 1).

Behold, I will send my messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me, and the Lord whom ye seek shall suddenly come to his temple, even the messenger of the covenant, whom ye delight in; behold, he shall come.

Who can stand it when the Lord returns (verse 2)?

Those prepared by being at-one with Him, so that the “refiner’s fire” only purifies, instead of destroying (verse 3).  We prepare by being righteous as He is righteous, and we can only be righteous by being at-one with Him.  Except we cannot be righteous, not on our own.  So this is the Great Exchange, that we offer Him a “broken heart and contrite spirit” (Psalm 34:18; Psalm 51:17; 2 Nephi 2:7; 3 Nephi 9:20; and D&C 59:8) as our “pleasant offering (verse 4), and then He offers us His righteousness.

If we are His people, we have nothing to fear.  But there is more to fear if we are not following His law (verse 5), for He does not change and their are penalties for failing to keep our covenants (verse 6).

We must repent, and keep our covenants by doing what He says (verse 7).  It affects everything.  Breaking the laws of God affects everything and everyone around us.  He gives the example of us robbing God by failing to pay tithes and offerings (verse 8), and how this brings a curse on all the people (verse 9).  We must pay our tithes, for example, even to try it out and see that He will keep His promise and bless us for doing so.  This is the law, and He is bound by the same law as we are.

Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in my house; and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of Hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour out a blessing that there shall not be room enough to receive it (verse 10).

Part of this blessing is that the devourer will be rebuked, and that the land will have what it needs, both in nourishment and protection, for vegetables and fruits and flowers to grow (verse 11).

All will know we are blessed, He says (verse 12).

But our words testify against us, if we are not testify of Him (verse 13).  If we have declared our covenants, but do not keep them, our own words will testify against us (instead of our words testifying for Him).  We cannot complain about ordinances or be sad about covenant-keeping (verse 14), or pursue false joys and illusions of happiness through doing wicked things (verse 15).  Instead, we should remind each other of our covenants, and write our records of what the Lord has done for us, and think about who He is (verse 16).

Then we shall be His people (verse 17).

And He will know who are His people, and who are not.  He will know who is righteous and who is wicked.  He will know who serves Him and who does not.  He will know His people (verse 18).

Morning Letters

Dear Mary,

I loved your letter, thank you!  I am so glad you had fun making cupcakes at church last night!  I know you love to cook.  Keep your new Faith in God book with your scriptures so it isn’t lost.  What was it like to have a new interpreter? How does it feel to be so grown-up to get to try new things?  You are gaining such independence!  I will call you again tonight on Papa’s phone. I love you!


Dear Alex,

Remember,  we have so often talked about how that when we make good choices, we get more fun and more freedom and more happiness.  It is also true that we will have more happiness when we are just ourselves.  Part of autism is sometimes acting out other things you have seen, like in movies or things your brothers do.  But your life is not a movie, and you are not your brothers.  You are Alex, and the freedom to be just Alex is what will make you happy.  I already have a Kirk and a Barrett, and don’t need more of them.  I need an Alex, and only you can do that.  When you throw a baby for like a four year old who is acting like a two year old, or try to take medicine like someone who has cerebral palsy, it is weird and creepy and confusing, and I feel sad and tired because I miss you – because you have hidden Alex away, and you are the only Alex I have.  Remember that song from Creekbank?  It goes:

If I were a bird, I could fly 
High as the stars in the sky 

But a bird I’ll never be 

So I’m happy, you see 

Just being me, being me 

Being me 

Being free 

Papa can play the song for you when it is a good time.  It might be a good song for us to study for awhile, and maybe that’s the video we could make on a Sunday when I get home.   Just be Alex.

I love you.



Dear Kirk,

Thank you for your letter!  It was so kind, and I felt so happy.  How was school?  What do you think of your new teacher?   How does it feel for them to change things up after you got started?  Tell me about how your choices and interactions are making it a “good class”?  I love you!



Dear Barrett,

I loved seeing your smiled when you told me about having a good day with Papa!  How can you have good days with your teacher, too, when you go back to class?  What will help you remember to use your words instead of screaming?  Remember to wear your church suit for your apology to her; it will help you remember to behave like a gentleman.  We all have hard days and make mistakes, so it is important to learn what to do about it and how to fix them best we can.  You are a good boy, and we love you, and God loves you.  Your teacher loves you, too, and she knows bad choices do not make kids bad.  But you might have more fun, more freedom, and more happiness, if you follow directions and take turns and use your words – all of this is part of being kind to others.  Tell me about it tonight!  I love you!



P.S. Reminder for Papa: Tell his teacher he never wrote your letters sideways before. I don’t know what that is about.
Dear Anber,

When I am sick or don’t feel good, it is extra hard to function.  Remember to still use your words even when you do not feel well, and Papa can get the doctor to look at your ears and Barrett’s ears.  You have such a strong spirit, and learning to effectively express yourself in ways that help meet your needs and is kind to others will be a big thing to learn.  How do you want others to know they are loved?  When do you feel loved?  I love you so much, and I felt loved when you gave me that big smile last night!



Dear Kyrie,

Hi, baby girl!  I love you!  Will you help Papa sing my song so the kids know I miss them so much?

Good morning!

Good morning!

We talked the whole night through.

Good morning,

Good morning to you!

I love you! Have a good day!  Bye-bye!



#LDSConf – 3 Nephi 23

CLICK HERE to read 3 Nephi 23.

The Savior says that these things He has taught us are so important that we should search them and study them further.  He says that we should “search these things diligently; for great are the words of Isaiah” (verse 1).  The Savior says that because the prophet was speaking to all people, that means he was speaking to us, too (verse 2).  The Savior says that everything will happen as it has been said (verse 3), so we should “give heed to my words” (verse 4).

And whosoever will hearken unto my words and repenteth and is baptized, the same shall be saved.  Search the prophets, for many there be that testify of these things (verse 5).

When the Savior finished teaching the people these things, and explaining the scriptures to them (verse 6), He asks for the records of the Nephites (verse 7).  Nephi brings them to the Savior (verse 8), and the Savior tells the people about when he commanded Samuel the Lamanite to prophesy to the people about the Savior’s birth (verse 9).  The people respond that they know Samuel did teach them these things (verse 10).  The Savior then asks why the people have not recorded this prophecy (verse 11), and even Nephi remembers this has not been done yet (verse 12).  The Savior reminded the people of the importance of keeping records, and the people write the story of Samuel the Lamanite (verse 13).

The Savior then continued teaching the people, and He commanded the people that they should teach others what He had taught them (verse 14).

Our Exhibit Booth at #h2hNOLA

Keeping Kyrie is officially at the National Council for Adoption conference!

We are by the snack tables!  That’s a win!  I can drink my water all day long without leaving the booth!

The hard thing was that because of our short wall, I couldn’t move the table much.  So I decided to angle our poster so you can see it from the snack line.

Everything is all set up!

I hope we sell some books, and I am excited to give some away!

We are so excited!