Tender Mercies

Yesterday I helped the sister missionaries in our ward teach a new investigator and her daughter who was baptized a couple of weeks ago about the wonderful messages found in the Book of Mormon.  We read a few verses in 1 Nephi 1 and concluded with this verse:

"But behold, I Nephi will show unto you that the tender merices of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance."

 As we were discussing this verse, the sister missionaries turned to me and asked me to share some of the tender mercies I've experienced.  I didn't share these yesterday, but I would love to share them with you.

1.   In the summer of 2012 I knew Emily would be leaving for BYU-I soon and I wondered "now what I am I going to be when I grow up?"  I had been a full time wife and mother (which I LOVED) for about thirty years, but I knew I would need to stay busy so I wouldn't turn into a daytime talk-show watching, bon-bon stuffing woman.  Ron and I were friends with a couple in our ward.  One day, Darryl casually mentioned to Ron that he was searching for an administrative assistant.  Ron said, "You should consider Loralee."  A few days later he asked me to meet him at his office and after a 30 minute "interview" the job was mine!  That was one tender mercy!  But, that's not the end of the story.  Several months later when Ron was told his position at the community college was being eliminated, my paycheck combined with his unemployment made it possible for us to live frugally--but within our means

2.  After a year of BYU-I, Emily decided that she needed to serve a mission.  She was worried how we would financially do this--Ron didn't have a job and she was searching for work, also.  Ron told her not to worry--a way would be prepared.  Between family support and Emily finding a good job at Hobby Lobby, we knew that she would be OK.  About two months before she entered the MTC, Ron was offered a job with the state of California.  It has been the BEST work environment he has experienced in over ten years.  Another wonderful tender mercy of the Lord.

3. We have LOVED living in Morgan Hill.  We have LOVED living close to my mom, my brothers, their wives, and their children.  We ave LOVED the hills surrounding Morgan Hill and the cute downtown.  We have made so many good friends in our ward.  And yet...we still missed Stockton.  It was our home for twenty-six years.  We longed to go back.  We were renting out our home and even though we tried to make the house we were living in feel like home, there were limitations of what we could do.  Ron's patriarchal blessing says that as he lives a righteous life, that the desires of his heart will be granted.  His heart's desire was to return to Stockton.  The final tender mercy of the Lord I want to share with you today is that Ron received a promotion with the state of California.  His begins his new job in Sacramento next week. Once our renter's move out November 30th, we'll be moving back into our beloved home.  I know that realistically, things have changed, but I'm hoping and praying that Stockton becomes the beloved home that we remember.  

We have truly been blessed with so many tender mercies.  I am so grateful for the love I feel from our Heavenly Father.  I believe that as we keep our eyes and hearts open, we will see and recognize so many manifestations of the tender mercies of our Heavenly Father. 

Death by Pasta Salad

A couple of weeks ago Ron and I attended our ward's High Priest Social.  The quorum would provide the meat and we were asked to sign up for either a salad or dessert.  Ron is known for his scrumptiously delicious homemade ice cream.  His latest specialty is Chocolate, Chocolate Chip Rocky Road.  Imagine delicious rich chocolate ice cream sprinkled liberally with chopped up milk chocolate candy bars, slivered almonds, and mini-marshmallows and you will have an idea of the decadent goodness.  We signed up that he would bring ice cream because it is a crowd pleaser.

However, a week before the event Ron looked over the sign up list and saw there was an abundance of  desserts and very few salads.  Being the considerate person that he is, he scratched off dessert and wrote in our name for salad.  I was fine with that.  Salads are actually easier to prepare and healthier to boot!  When he spoke with the organizer of this yearly event though, he asked that we not bring a fresh fruit or healthy green salad--but a pasta salad.

 Insert shocked silence.

A pasta salad?  I've NEVER made a pasta salad in my life!  Yes, I've been married for like forever and have cooked how many thousands of meals and tried out how many hundreds--nay, thousands of new recipes over my life time and yet I have never made a pasta  salad before?!

That is correct.

I was worried.  I don't particularly care for pasta salad.  (Perhaps that is the main reason I've never made it before.)  When I attend buffets where pasta salad is served, I don't always choose that particular dish.  And now, we were asked to bring a pasta salad?!

Why couldn't we just bring Ron's delicious, decadent, oh-so-good but-not-so good-for-you ice cream?
I searched the Internet for recipes.  I spoke to my friend and co-worker Vickie (who is a GREAT cook) for her suggestions.  With great trepidation, I purchased the ingredients and made my first pasta salad!

It seemed to be enjoyed by all at the social--only one serving was left out of the fifteen servings I made and no one was grimacing or moaning or groaning or gnashing their teeth OR dumping it sneakily into their napkin to dispose of at a later time (at least that I noticed) so I felt successful.

But, two days later I had a very strange dream.

I dreamed I was in some type of place where you only were allowed to eat one food for every meal for the entire week.  There were four choices that cost no money--including pasta salad!  The other four choices cost money, and when I checked my pockets and my purse I realized that I had none.  So, I would have to choose one of the free choices.  I hemmed and hawed and debated on the best thing I could eat for a whole week.

Finally, I settled on the pasta salad because it:

1. Was made with some type of grain. 
2. Had veggies in it. (Red and yellow bell peppers and red onion)
3. Had some dairy product (freshly grated Parmesan cheese)
4. And had olives in it!  Any food with olives can't be all bad! 

As I was contemplating my choices, I knew I was in a dream, but I simply could not wake up! As I ate pasta salad three times a day for a week, it was not pleasant.  I thought I would be the first person known to mankind to die of pasta salad!

When I woke up I realized how stressed I had been about making an unknown and untried recipe for people I care about.  

In case you have NEVER made pasta salad before either and are DYING to try it (pun intended) here is the recipe I used:  Ron says it's good and it got 4 1/2 stars on Allrecipes. com.  Thanks Allrecipes.com for sharing this easy recipe!

Italian Pasta Salad

1 16 oz. package of mufti-colored rotini pasta

1 cup creamy style Caesar salad dressing

1 cup Italian salad dressing

1 c. freshly grated Parmesan cheese

1 red bell pepper, chopped

1 yellow bell pepper, chopped

1 red onion, diced

1 large can olives-sliced

1.  In a large pot of salted water, cook pasta to al dente, rinse under cold water and drain.

2.  In a large bowl combine all ingredients.  Serve either chilled or at room temperature.

Enjoy!  And I hope you never have to experience death by pasta salad!