Powerful Women Who Inspire

Today is Mother's Day, a day for all of us to thank our mom's for being awesome and try to give them a "day off". This year, I have thought a lot about the women in my life, all the strong moms who inspire me. This one is for you.

This first mom I met in High School, and I didn't interact with her much then. It wasn't until I converted to the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints that we really started talking. I went through a time that tested my faith. This mom helped me keep my head up and remind me of the path that God has in store for me. Her unshaken faith helped me find mine again. Just like the Mothers of the Stripling Warriors, her faith is a light that shines upon others.

The next mom is a younger mom, yet, she has so much experience. What I admire most about her is that she is a single, working mother of one, and started her own not-for-profit organization to help empower women. This mom encourages me to be or do whatever I want. She inspires me with her commitment to everything that she does, and still sets aside time to spend with her adorable son. When I see her, I see a bit of me, and I can see my potential. I look up to her as an amazing woman, a wonderful mother, and a terrific friend.

I saved the best for last.

I know that the last several years have been absolutely crazy for me and my family. Within the last 7 years my parents divorced, I lost the most important man of my life (at that point), my Grandpa, I was dealing with teenage things, we hit hard times, then my Grandma passed away, and so much more. Yet, through all of this, there was one person who was by my side and put herself aside to help me through it all, and that has been my mom. She is one of the strongest, bravest, and stubborn people I know. I know there have been times that we didn't see eye to eye, and she let me know. Yet, she still supported me and my decisions. I am so worried about being a good mother one day, but if I am half the mother mine is, I'll be alright. She has taught me so many valuable lessons that school just doesn't teach you. One of my favorite things she instilled upon us was the "what did you learn". I know personally, I can often times punish myself mentally for mistakes I make, so, instead of making a huge deal about a mistake we made as kids, mom would ask us "What did you learn?" It would then be followed by "Are you going to do it again?" I have taken this with me throughout my life. When I make a mistake or something doesn't go my way, I ask myself "what did you learn?" Instead of letting a mistake pull you down, learn from it, move on, and don't do it again.

My mom has been a constant companion, through thick and thin with me. She loves me, supports me, and still occasionally takes care of me when sick, not because she HAS TO because she is my mom, but  WANTS TO because she loves me unconditionally. She goes above and beyond the call of duty, for all 3 of us kids. I will never doubt her love for me.  She makes me so proud to be her daughter.

So, all you mothers, soon to be mothers, eventual mothers, and mother-like figures, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

<3 Crafty Orange

The Power of Prayer and Being Grateful for Trials

I have not written a blog post in quite some time. Quite a lot has happened in my life, though that is no excuse. In today, Sunday April 6th, listening to the morning session of the church's 184th General Conference, I was inspired to write a new post, to share my story, experience, and testimony.

Back in August 2012, I started dating a young man whose activity in the church was scarce. As time went on, his church activity became steadier and by the end of October, we were engaged. After becoming engaged, both of our church activity began to fade. I became extremely stressed, feeling like the weight of the world was placed on my shoulders and that there was no one that could help lift my burden. Then it happened.

I went to my mom's ward one day, after much pleading on her part. It was a fast and testimony Sunday in March of 2013. I remember zoning in and out, having been used to the Single Adults wards where sacrament was so quiet you could hear the sacrament cups drop. My attention snapped to the pulpit where the Bishop's two oldest daughters bore their testimonies.

The older one, having only been about ten years old, never have I heard such touching testimonies. The youngest, having recently been baptized, spoke of her experience in the Temple, and how grateful that she had parents who loved her enough to teach her about the Temple and it's importance to their family. It was in that moment, out of the mouth of an 8 year old, that I realized that I was on the wrong path.

Just a few months earlier, I had met someone in my ward who had also been engaged. We had become friends with the idea of planning our weddings together. Shortly after, she had realized that her relationship was not going in the direction that she needed to go. Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways because after that Fast and Testimony meeting, I quickly set up a time to sit with my friend and discuss why it was that she had called of her engagement.

Though this time was taken at a local McDonalds, it was one of the most important and most memorable McDonalds trips ever. After our discussion, I met up with my then fiancé and had a heart-to heart- with him. There was no doubt in my mind that I did love him. However, we were making each other become people we really weren't. The quote "If you love something, let it go" holds very true for the situation I was in. He told me that he could not promise me a Temple marriage, something that he knew from the beginning that I wanted, and eventually had lost sight of. So, we parted ways, so that we could each find someone who we could be ourselves with.

Now, I'm not writing this to get sympathy or as a "woe is me", but hopefully as a tool.

I was devastated with my decision, but knew it was the right thing to do. Each and every day, I prayed to God, thanking Him. Not that I was grateful to be out of the relationship, but grateful to have had the Holy Spirit come to me and tell me I was not on the correct path; that I was grateful for this trial. I remember praying "Thank thee, for this trial. Though I am in much pain, and sorrow, and I'm not sure why, I am grateful for this. Please help me through this."

In today's morning session of General Conference, many spoke of our trials. President Dieter F. Uchtdorf stated "Faith looks beyond the trials of today." I knew that eventually, the pain would fade, and I would be stronger because of this trial. One of the other Elders of the Church sated that though the trial, we need to pray to learn and grow from it, rather than wishing it was over. I can testify of this truth.

I prayed fervently with "a broken heart and contrite spirit" every day, hoping to learn, grow, and to have peace through this trial. I had learned a lot, such as who my real friends were, who I am and how God listens and answers our prayers. I knew the healing process was going to take time, but with help from my Brother, Jesus Christ, and my Heavenly Father, the process was much faster than I had expected.

The date that was supposed to be our wedding date came, and I had arranged for a group of friends to go out dancing. By the end of the night, I had been given the strength and healing I had been praying for. I knew that I could be sad and let it pull be down, and my life would go on without me. Or, I could get up, dust myself off and keep going with my life. I had chosen the latter.

About a month later, I met my boyfriend, who had his own trial in love. I don't know about his side of the story, but for me, I believe he was my blessing from God for sticking to my faith and listening to His guidance. We celebrated our 9 month anniversary yesterday, and I am so very grateful, not only for his presence in my life, but for the testimony of that little 8 year old girl that changed my life forever.

God hears our prayers and though, things don't always turn out the way we expect them too, he knows what is best for us. And even when we are so far off the path, that we are lost, he will still send help, to bring you back onto the path back to Him.

I testify that he loves me, and he loves you, no matter how far off the path you are. His love is unconditional.

He helped me through my hardest trial to date, let Him help you.

<3 Crafty Orange (A Daughter of a King)

Craft Stick Nativity

'Tis the Season for Crafting! It's been too long since I made a post, but this one, I had to share.

This Monday, I am in charge of the activity for a milti-family FHE. I found this project on Pinterest, but when I went to the page, there were no directions. It's a fairly self-explanitory craft, but I thought I would break down how I did it.

This is the finished product (the first one I did)

Here's what you will need:

• 6 1/2 -7 Jumbo Crafting sticks
• Glue *
• Markers
• 1/2 Gold tinsel pipe cleaner

*I used Tacky glue and it worked very well you could use Hot glue if you want

**I used Crayola washable markers Blue- Mary Orange-Joseph Yellow-Jesus and the angel I taped white paper because I didn't have a white maker.

Step One:  Take 3-4 of the sticks and cut them in half. It's alright if they are not even, I found it good to make everyone a different size. One of these sets will be the sides of the nativity though. One of the halves, cut fairly short and color with a brown marker, this will later be the manger.

Step Two: Take two of the whole sticks and cross them, one on top of the other, close to one end and glue. Leave enough space on the top for the angel to sit. This will also make the roof less pointed to fir the bottom portion. Then take one whole stick and two of the halves you cut and glue them on the ends. When both parts are dry, glue the small sticks to the roof. There you have your building.

Step Three: Color each person as you wish. When you get to the angel, take your 1/2 gold pipe cleaner and hold one end about halfway at the back, then fold the long part around the front and around to the back. Once it meets the short end, twist it around, like a bread bag tie. After that, bring it up so the long extra is pointing straight from the angel's head. just above the head, bend the wire to one side a few centimeters  then bend it the other direction. Depending how much you have left, you can bend it into the halo or cut it off. Add a dab of glue to the back of the head to immobilize the halo.

Step Four: Glue the cut brown piece in half length wise and glue it to the front to make the manger. Then glue each person in. I glued Mary and Joseph in at an angle so they are looking over him.

Once everything is dry, You have a cute little nativity to share!

This was the second one I made. I hope you all enjoy the holidays and spread happiness.

<3 Crafty Orange

Photo Clip Board Craft

So, in January my ward held a service auction. I signed up to give a service, though it took me so long to think of one. I figured there would be a lot of food ones, so I wanted to make mine different. Mom gave me the idea of my service being a Valentines/Mothers Day craft gift.

Mine went off without a hitch. So many guys were bidding on my service. The one who ended up winning told me it was going to be for his mom. So, I asked him several questions, thought and planned. I decided I was going to do a picture clip board. It's a wood plaque with cloths pins to hold the photos. Here is the end product:

Here is what I used:

1- 11"x14"x.68" Oval Pine Plaque

1- bag of 2 1/2" mini spring clothespins (Number of used depends on personal preference)
1- 2oz bottle of Americana Buttermilk acrylic paint
1- 2oz bottle of Americana Sour Apple acrylic paint
1- 8oz bottle of Americana Lamp (Ebony) Black acrylic paint
3 foam paint brushes
3-6 small paper cups
Sand paper
Wood letters
Hot Glue gun

How to do it yourself:

I started off by figuring out how many clips I wanted on the board and clipped them onto the end of 2 paper cups. I then went through and painted each individually, leaving one side blank. That side doesn't particularly matter because it will be glued to the board. Be sure to get everywhere so only the one side is blank. like this:

The next step is to paint the letters. Now, this is where you can really personalize. This one says "Family" because it's for a mother who has a budding family. You can make it say whatever you wish. To make the letters pop out, we used the green on the sides of the letters instead of painting the whole letter cream. Again, this is where you can personalize. Choose colors that fit your purpose. This is how the letters turned out:

I then painted the entire plaque green, except the back, of course. I then painted black over it. We did this so that when we give it the aged look, it will show green and tie it in rather than the wood color. I also decided while painting to leave some of the green exposed on the ornate border. I used regular fine paint brushes to touch up some of the areas on the green border. Be sure to use the same stroke on the top layer so it is consistently going one way. Don't worry about the top layer being perfect, it's ok to let the green show through. After letting it dry, use the sand paper and in one direction, just have at it. rub a a little bit in some places and hard in others to get an uneven wear look. The pictures of these steps:

I then placed all the letters and clips where I wanted them to be. I used a pencil to mark little spots to remind me where each piece went. I then used the hot glue gun and glued each piece to the plaque. The clips I glued them so that the ones on the bottom opened down to clasp the top of a picture. I glued the clips on top so that they opened up to clasp the bottom of photos. I did not put anything on it to hang it up to the wall, but there are many things you can do. The back was flat, so you could purchase wall fasteners or even find a nice, thick piece of ribbon and glue it to the back.

You could make it have someone's name and put all kinds of things on it to decorate it I.E a tiara for a girl or a football or even flowers and stones. On this one, I was tempted to put white rhinestones and/or a green/black/cream flower. It's all up to personal taste.

If you would like me to make one for you, shoot me a message on Facebook (for my friends) or email me at Crafty_Orange@yahoo.com

<3 Crafty Orange

What Others Think of Us

I often find myself at a store, or in my car, thinking about the parson who just passed or is next to me. I sometimes catch myself thinking "Oh, he's cute." or something of the sort. I also begin to wonder, when people look at me, what crosses their mind. What do the think when they see me?

For those who don't know, I love psychology and love larning about peoples minds and thought prosseces. And I know we should not care what others think of us, and quite frankly, I only care about what a few people think of me. Alas, I love digging in people's minds and finding what makes them "tick". It's not a matter of "Oh, he's hot. I wonder if he saw me and thinks I'm atractive," but as the fact that I want t know what first comes to mind.

Then there's the time you look in the mirror and think "my hair looks horrible" or "oh no, another wrinkle". Sometimes I wonder what I look like through someone else's eyes. We are often too critical on ourselfs. I waslistening to the radio about Christmas time and they stated there was a new. Study that said others see us as 20% more atractive than we see ourselfs. This is so, not only because we are our worst critics, but others see our kindness and love for others as attractive as well. If you are not kind, carin and such, you may not be as atractive to a person. Personality actually does affect attraction.

So, do you think personality affects your attraction to someone? Do you ever wonder what people's first impressions are? Do you care what others think of you?

<3 Crafty Orange

New Years Resolutions

New Years Resolutions. When I say that, what do you think? Do you think of all the things from the past you had told yourself you were going to do, or stop, but fell through? Do you laugh and shake your head? Or are you appreciative that you have a whole new year you can wipe the slate clean and start anew?

This year, I am really appreciating the fact I can have a clean slate. I have a few things I want to work on for myself. I would very much love it if you see me breaking any of these, set me straight. ;)

1. NO soda. Period. I am currently drinking one last big mountain dew.

2. Read my scriptures EVERY DAY.

3. Pray every day.

4. Make it to my goal weight. 155lbs

5. Make myself more self confident.

6. I want to be less of a wall flower. Make 5 new friends by the end of 2012.

I know this is a lot, but some of them intertwine with others. I will need some help and work on these, but I know, with the help and support of you all, I can do it.

I have a strong feeling that this year is going to be much different than last year, for everyone. As long as we have friends, family and plenty of love (for EVERY human) 2012 will be a beautiful year. This year, we can jump over any hurtle, climb any mountain and survive any storm. I very much believe this to be true.

Start the year of saying "I can." if you do that every day, you will be set. "I can loose that baby fat..." "I can stop smoking." "I can be the best me, love the ones around me, and I can move mountains." (Those are examples)

Don't you ever say you can't. Everything and anything is possible, if you just have faith. I don't just mean you have to believe in Christ, but if you tell yourself something will work out, you need to believe it, and have the faith that it will. Faith is more that just your religious knowledge of a higher being, or lack there of. It's turning the light on when you go into a dark room. It's turning your car on. It's having faith on others that you can go on a green light without worrying about a red light runner. Faith is much more. and I have faith in all of you, that you can be who ever you want to be, do whatever you want to do with your life and soar above the clouds, above the world and it's "reality". Look into your heart and figure out what really is important to you.

With that said, what are your New Years Resolutions? How can I help you with them or help you keep them?

I think I'm going to go make Chocolate chip cookies now.

<3 Crafty Orange

Thinking back. Has it Already Been 1 Year?

As of Sunday, I will have been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It's hard to believe it has already been one whole year. One whole year since my friend Elder Stradling left for Argentina. Almost one year since Elder Scoggin left for Utah. One year since I had decided to change my life for the better.

You may not be behind my decision 100%, but at least support the fact that I have found more joy in 1 year, than I have felt in 5 or more years.

Looking back since graduation, I can truly see a difference in myself. Even from my Baptismal date to now. So, before, I have only told pieces of my conversion story, but here, for the first time, I will write it all out.

Back in October of last year (2010) I was not in school and was Jobless. So, my friends, the Stradlings, were getting ready to send one of the boys off. So, I spent the whole week before his farewell with them, helping get the house ready. They get up every morning at 6am to read scriptures, every one of them. So, as a guest in their house, I felt I was no exception. So I got up with them and read too. I felt a little weird at first, but felt right by the end of the week. One night, I hid in the room I was staying in and one of the girls (my age, whose room I was staying in) and we talked. I was feeling a bit lonely and left out because I only really knew a handful of the family. So, in talking, she got up and pulled a picture out. The picture was of a little girl and Jesus. In the background was a city, but there was no one else. She was holing up a flower for him and he had his arms opened wide for her. She reminded me of myself.

My friend told me she was at the store, spending some of her birthday money, and she had grabbed this picture. She had told herself she didn't need it and put it back. But before she left, she had purchased it, unsure why. But now, she knew. She also read me scriptures and told me that Jesus is my savior, my brother, and best friend.

Sunday, Elder Stradling's talk really hit home for me and made me think, knowing him, how hard it was for him to leave his family. Then I thought why is he doing this? Then it hit me. He knows the truthfulness of it and wishes to share it. Afterwards, my mom and Stradling momma and the 3 youngest boys (Including Elder Stradling) went off and took pictures. Elder Scoggin, my friend, and I went back to the Stradling house and we talked about religion. She had this book that had a few pictures of it and she began asking Elder Scoggin what the thought was happening and going on in each picture. It was a hoot. :)

On Wednesday of that week, I received a phone call to set up a job interview for the first time in 6 months. It was the first time and the very first thing that gave me a testimony that when you read the scriptures, you are blessed. By the time I headed home, I had the picture and a set of scriptures. My friend had given me her first set of scriptures. On the front of the Book of Mormon, she wrote her testimony and a little note for me. So, having the scriptures, I decided to study them. Before she gave them to me, I told her I was still unsure about becoming a member or taking lessons, that I would read the Book of Mormon and research it a bit more. This is the funny part. The Monday we were home, my mom and I went to subway and all of a sudden a flood of Elders and Sister Missionaries came pouring through the door. (The subway was right near the Mission house). So, I let them eat and I talked to them a little bit. Dumbfounded a few. Using words like "testimony" and such. I told them a little about what was going on and they said offered t send over our missionaries. I told them no because I didn't feel I was ready yet. I had my 2 friends who were getting ready for their missions to help me understand things here and there. So, Tuesday night, we were walking home from having dinner and we ran into our missionaries. I got their number just in case, but told them I wasn't ready for the lessons. The next night we had just finished shopping, so we went to a Chinese buffet and sure enough, there were two missionaries sitting at a table with this man eating. I told Elder Stradling about this (before he left) and he said "It's a sign." So, I called up my elders, or texted them, and we set up an appointment for them to come give the first lesson. The middle of November, they asked me to start going to church, so I did. I received a ride from a couple who lived in my complex every Sunday.

The first Saturday of December, there was a baptism in another area they invited me to go see. And as much as it pains me to say, there is such thing as Mormon standard time. He he. We got there for the tail end of the last talk and the closing hymn. Afterwards, they reopened the font and I walked over to look at it. I have to be honest; I thought it was going to be this amazingly decorated, epic thing. So my first thought was 'oh, that's it?' But then Suddenly, I felt this sweep of emotions fill me. There are no words that can come close to explaining, but a few that are the tip of the ice burg are joy, peace, calmness, warmth. Tears began threatening to burst through, but only sort of knowing 2 missionaries that were there, and seeing the cute guys, I made myself keep it in.

I didn't tell the Elders about this experience till the 9th. They looked at each other, then to me, smiled then said "This is the sign you were praying for. You are ready for baptism." (Apparently I was so excited that night, I couldn't sleep) I was scheduled for a Baptismal Interview the 14th. I sat there, talking to the Elder conducting it. We talked about a lot. He knew I was nervous, so, we started off on small talk. But as we headed for the end of the interview he asked me about my testimony of Jesus Christ. As I inhaled to answer, I felt a pair of hands upon my shoulders and I knew for a fact, it was my grandfather.

He was my grandfather on my dad's side. He passed away when my dad was 18 months old, so my dad didn't even know him. But somehow, I connected with my grandfather. My dad's side of the family is about 90% members. It's a rough estimate. So, during this whole thing, I had been talking to my great aunts who live up in Utah. They sent me a journal and pictures of my grandfather. I know he is proud of me and I can't wait to meet him one day.

Anyways, one of the Elders was moved the Wednesday just before my baptism. Thus, I made the other Elder give a talk. I told the Stradling family and a mutual friend, Elder Scoggin, and they all happened to be getting out of school for break that week (minus Elder Scoggin because he wasn't going to school). And It just so happened, it was his birthday too! He was happy about the fact that we were baptized exactly 11 years apart or something like that.

The whole time leading up to my baptism, my friend who was my age from the Stradling family kept asking me if I was nervous. Every time I replied no. I started to wonder if I should be.

I ended up singing at my own baptism (thanks to my friend). On a side note, I learned the song that day. So, we get to the part where I get into the font.. This just shows you the story of my life. I go to get into the font and the door was still locked to get into the font. I guess people were starting to worry while I stood there, unsure of what to do. We got it unlocked and I was really worried the water was going to be cold. Pleasant surprise, it was warm. (I guess that's the good thing about having a place to get baptized that has in-door plumbing). 

*Time to go get my journal to depict what I was feeling correctly* ~I realize now, going back and reading, i missed some stuff. Glad I wrote everything down!~


I remember coming out of the water, giving Papa Stradling a big hug and went to change. I stood there, just inside of the door and just as my mom walked in, I burst into tears. I was so overwhelmed with joy. I wrote in my journal that night, "It's so amazing how I feel. So clean, so pure, so happy and so loved. I Physically feel clean and tingly. I am so happy and blessed." You know that feeling just after you get out of the shower, how you feel clean. Multiply that by 100 and you will get close to how that felt.

(Elder Ingram, Me, Elder Hefner)

I Have truly seen this gospel change my life. Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I hadn't spent the week with the Stradlings. What if I hadn't taken the lessons? What if I didn't get baptized? Then I cross it all out of my mind because What does it matter? I am happy now and I made the right choice.


I truly am blessed with such wonderful family and friends. I love you all. Heavenly Father and Jesus love you too.


I'm not going to leave you with a question or a pondering because this took me forever to write.

<3 Crafty Orange