Christmas and the New year

In this post Ilike to talk about Christmas. When I dicovered that Christmas was on a sunday, at first I was disappointed because I won't be able to play anything, but overtime I discoverd that Christmas was extra special on sundays because we get to know the nativity more. what I really wanted for Christmas was a Wii and a Rosetta Stone Mandarin, but mom said they were expensive, but on Christams Day, I got them!!!!!
The reason why because I never lost faith, trust and hope. On Christmas Day I got a big package, but when I opened it the was a small present inside instead of a big gift. Biggest lie of the week! But when I opened the small present. It was my Rosetta Stone Mandarin! Her's some advice, the greatness of the gifts you get are not by size but value. A large gift may have a small value. while a tiny gift may have an enormous value. Next time it's December i'm going remember the Nativity more.
For the new year, i'm going study the scriptures more often, be better in school and be a good deacon and live a rightous life by passing the sacrament and not playing bad video games.
Remember, keep the Christ in Christmas.

conflict, sickness and trials

I ment to do this post a long time ago. Weeks ago was The Attack on Pearl harbor's 70th anniversery! It began with Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, Hiryu, Shokaku, Zuikaku, 'Vals', 'Kates', and a bunch of Zeros. While anonymous people were attending church, and on the Battleships, such as Arizona, the bases expolded, ships were sunk, innocent people lost thier lives.The shadow of war had just crept on to America's doorstep! It wasn't until 1945, that the great clash between Washinton DC, London and Moscow and Berlin, Rome and Tokyo ceased.Even though it was a tough time for the US. It was the attack that helped the USA enter the war and win it.
We all have problem in our lives, for example, I have had a sickness that develops a rash and spreads tiny bumps on me skin. The cause is a mystery, I discovered it at school. when my mom first saw it she was not to worried. But now its spead on my forehead to my lower chest. My mom kept me home from school for a couple of days to make sure I don't spread it. I don't know if it's an virus or an allergic reaction. I visited two docters who had no idea what it was. But my spirits are high. My brother calls it Steeasles and I call it Shippen Pox. I'm pretty confident that it will leave and I will get better.
Here's a reminder, everything on earth is flawed and we all have trials. But overcoming them is a step to eternal life.

I'll miss you grandma Dora

In this post I will like to tell you about my Great Grandma Dora.
The day after yesterday I went to Southern Alberta because yesterday was my Grandma Dora's funeral. On the 29th of November she died after being in a coma. Once I heard about her death, my heart broke into pieces. Since that day, i'd never been able to keep my mind off her. We arrived at the church early, and once we did we looked at pictures of when she was young. We also saw her dead mortal body lying in a coffin with the lid open. She was in her temple clothes, and it looked like she was sleeping. Only she wasn't. In the coffin she looked so peaceful. Moments later we went to the chapel. There we sang songs, had prayers, and grandma Shipley and aunt Barbara told about her life. After that we went to Temple Hill Cemetary. After they took the coffin out, said a prayer and we said goodbye to everyone, I burst into tears.

I loved her with my life. She was very special to me, like a diamond. In my prayers I always mentioned her fulfilling her mission in the spirit world, and that Grandpa Harold would always feel the spirit while he is lonely.
The best way that I can show love for Grandma Dora is by being a good deacon, teacher, priest, and missionary. Her death is like a scar, but soon faith will heal it.