Believe, Hope and Endure All Things: ACTIVITY #10
(This is a large section of the 13th Article of Faith, but we only did one activity, since we had some trips across the country to attend to...)
I couldn't think of a better example of believing, hoping, and enduring all things than the pioneers. My sister-in-law Angi put together a children's book of some of our family history, and it was perfect for our lesson. We talked about how these courageous people gave up practically everything because of the belief in the gospel and the hope for the future, and with a willingness to endure all things that were thrown at them. Here is one of the stories that we read:
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Maria. When she was just 17 years old she had some friends who taught her about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and she was soon baptized. Her family was not happy about her joining the Church. Maria had to make a very difficult decision--she had to choose between staying with her family in Sweden, or leaving for America with other members of the Church. The Spirit told her that the Lord wanted her to leave her home and join the Saints in America.
Maria had to cross the ocean on several boats before she got to America. The voyages on the ships were very scary. Sometimes high waves would cover the boat and one time all the people on the boat had to be tied down, so they wouldn't fall out into the ocean!
Maria's journey did not end there. She crossed the plains with other faithful pioneers to get to the Salt Lake Valley. Maria's pioneer company was attacked by Indians many times. Although many were hurt, the Lord protected and watched over them...
Maria was a very brave woman, who was happy to serve the Lord and do whatever He wanted her to do. Through all of her trials on the plains, she was happy and sang the hymn, "Come, Come Ye Saints" all the way to the Salt Lake Valley.
This is a poem written by Maria (Olivia Maria Lofdahl Andelin) as she crossed the plains:
With Bleeding feet crossed desert woes,
Through wind and rain and bitter snows,
Kneeling on the barren sand,
Asked Father's blessing from His hands.
And on the ground lay down to sleep,
Foot-sore and tired, and nothing to eat,
Only the heavens for covering.
My sleep was sweet, while angels hovering.
(I thought that was pretty great, for writing in a second language!)
For a Pioneer Day treat, we put together some Covered Wagons. We used graham crackers for the base, marshmallows for the cover, animal crackers for the oxen, string cheese circles for the wheels, and frosting and toothpicks to hold it all together (for those patient enough to actually put it together before consuming).
I also thought it would be fun, for Pioneer Day, to camp out in the back yard. Ben had to work late that night and early the next morning, so we took it upon ourselves to set the tent up, and let the Daddy sleep inside. Well, I guess we learned why no one goes camping on July 24th in Texas. It was so hot and so humid that night, that the excitement of being in the tent lasted for approximately 15 minutes. Then extreme whining and longing looks from the tent windows into the house began in earnest, and I decided our lesson on enduring had endured long enough. We all slept comfortably in our own beds that night. The end.
























