Wednesday, March 24

Bringing Elizabeth Home By: Ed and Lois Smart

This book is a story of faith, determination and pure love. Written by Ed and Lois Smart, parents of the kidnapped Elizabeth Smart, this book not only details the true account of bringing Elizabeth home, but instills in the reader the importance of having faith, believing in miracles, and accepting God's will for us.

I'm sure all of you have heard of Elizabeth Smart from Salt Lake City, if not seen her missing poster or a light blue ribbon. I remember hearing her story as a fourteen year old myself, and then following the story as her parents and so many others desperately searched for clues. I remember seeing Elizabeth's face plastered on street poles and gas station boards even in Branson, Illinois that summer she was gone. Elizabeth was missing, hidden in the hills just 3 miles from her home, and then taken to California and back over a 9 month period.

When I saw this book on the library shelf, I reached for it, feeling somewhat of a connection to Elizabeth Smart. I worked closely with her best friend in a group project at BYU. We discussed her memories of the experience at length and she gave me an update on Elizabeth and the Smart family. I would often see Elizabeth walking across campus, wearing just her backpack, or perhaps carrying her harp. Just like any other student. She is serving a mission in France now, and for the few minutes I spoke with her, she seemed very well- adjusted.

While the story intrigued me, I was impressed with the Smart's ability to focus so much of the book on their struggle between fear and anger, and trusting in the Lord. Their devout family maintained their habits and "kept the faith" as millions of people around the world encouraged. Ed suggests that "maybe our experience was meant to touch many people. Maybe that's the reason Elizabeth was taken." Ed and Lois became extremely politically engaged and succeeded in passing the Amber Alert and other reforms that will keep children more safe in the future and hopefully help officials find missing children faster.

The greatest take away message I found from this account is not to take anything for granted. Not my life, my family, my safety, my health, my friends, or even my enemies. Elizabeth and her parents all recognize how they have developed into stronger, more faithful people having been through their nine month nightmare. After reading this book, I feel more committed to living every day with an understanding of how precious Heavenly Father's gifts are. I want to live in the moment; I want to do things that are meaningful and important every day. Ed and Lois say "even if we hadn't brought Elizabeth home, the miracles would have still been there. If we look at life only in terms of our mortal existence, then of course those who don't have their children return do not experience a miracle. But they do, because they are given the strength to carry on even in the absence of their child."

I have a mild obsession with Elizabeth Smart as both Scott and my mom tease, so I was glad to finally discover the true facts of the investigation, and recognize the many, many miracles associated with bringing her home.

A Long Way Gone By: Ishmael Beah

Scott and I found this story on a bookshelf in Singapore. Anxious for something to read on our travels, I never expected to be drug through this brutally honest and horrific account of a boy soldier, written by Ishmael Beah himself.

At the age of twelve, Ishmael fled the attacking rebel group in Sierra Leone and began wandering with a small group of young boys. He witnessed every member of his family experiencing torturous death, and fought to survive every day. His encounters with wild pigs, sand hot enough to burn off his flesh, and personal encounters with the violent rebel group, Ishmael's life was a constant battle. At age 13 he was picked up by the army, and Ishmeal, born with a gentle heart, discovered that he too was capable of committing truly terrible acts. It was amazing for me to read about his internal transformation. I truly believe that each individual is responsible for their own feelings and behaviors. That being said, Ishmael had not been taught moral principles, had no support, and he did what he was trained to do. It made me think about how the Nazis came to be. Eventually he was released by the army and sent to a UNICEF rehab center. There, Ishmael struggled to regain his humanity and become a civilian. Through therapy, funding, and people Ishmael considers true friends, he was able to mentally escape the trap he was stuck in, and physically escape the war zone where he was raised. Ishmael now has a bachelor of arts in political science and lives in New York City as a member of the Human Rights Advisory Committee.

Learning about the goings-on in Sierra Leone while watching true poverty in Malaysia and Cambodia was hard to do. I often wondered why I was born in America, into a good home, with a family who loves me. Why did I grow up with a security system at my house? Food to eat every day? Lessons to attend and talents to develop? Why can't the little girl hunched beside the Greyhound bus in Tanah Negara, Malaysia enjoy the same freedoms and blessings that I do? Why did Ishmael have to run every day from a rebel group who sought his life? Why am I so lucky? So blessed? I don't know why I have the life I do, but after reading this book, I felt more committed to follow the direction given in D&C 82:3 "Unto whom much is given, much is required." I must work every day to live worthy of the blessings I have been given.

Thursday, January 7

Yet another blog...

http://sshathaway.blogspot.com/

Here is the blog we'll be using through southeast asia, and then after too. So this should be your last blog change for me... finally! THANK YOU everyone who helped with our wedding, it was beautiful!!! Thanks for following along, and we'll love your comments on the new blog.

xoxo Stefanie Hathaway

Saturday, December 26

MERRY CHRISTMAS to the Tanner family :)

We did some cooking in the afternoon
We played with our cousins
Had a great nativity with baby Jacob as Jesus
Listened to the boys sing Christmas carols
Had a family sleepover for Christmas Eve :) (my favorite part!!!)
Awoke to a gorgeous tree and gifts
Dad got a new grandson this year :) And a sweatband for his workouts!
We got lots of fun presents, and COUPONS from Santa :)
Looking through a fun family photo book from the Whiteheads
And... Bryan got fake noses of various shapes that were very fun to play with!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
...7 days...

Wednesday, December 23

Bridal Shower PARTY :)

Noelle, Phil and baby Jacob came to our house this morning :)  They are spending Christmas Eve with us before they head back to the Bastians for Christmas morning.  So while Noelle and her camera are here, I want to post these photos from the fun bridal shower Shawna hosted for me last week:

We had DELICIOUS food! (I'm sad we forgot to photograph it!)

Played a fun question/answer game, opened presents
and people ooed and awed over my ring, while holding Jacob :)

Here is everyone who came!  (or at least the people who lasted until the end of the shower!)


10 more days of waiting...  
xoxo, Stefanie

Friday, December 18

I am so proud :)

Here is a video clip of a few girls I coached when I was in junior high, and they were on the Hot Dog junior team. They were 5 years old when they started, and here they are at Grand Nationals! I am so proud :)

Tuesday, December 15

There is nothing permanent except change.

I think I've earned myself the title of "Worst blogger ever" by now... But, what are you gonna do... I've been busy. Well, between yesterday and this morning, I've taken 2 finals and I have 1 to go. The first test didn't go SO hot, let's just say it brought my grade for the class down into the B range. Dangit. The test this morning (Interior design and architecture) was the one I was least prepared for. I got 87% which I feel pretty good about, considering the amount of study that went into it. But honestly, had I studied more, I would still have forgotten a few things, and some of those terms/concepts on the test were not even part of my study guide! But I did get up at 5:30 to be on campus at 6 to study for the 8am test. I have had better hair days.

Last night was the annual friend Christmas party! We had the spread: turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, green bean casserole, rolls... the works! We had a white elephant gift exchange and then played Wii fit (which is always a good time! I'm especially good at the ski jump!) It was really fun to have such a grand "last hurrah" with all our friends. Many of them are coming to the wedding, but a few of the couples won't make it. I am so grateful to have such fun friends who are up for any activity/event we propose! They are all so much fun and we will definitely miss them. Scott did such a great job this semester planning FHE's for these 7 couples (14 people). We have TONS of great memories, and it was just fun to connect with them on a weekly basis.

Today I have to study for and take my FINAL FINAL of my undergraduate degree, and then run about a million errands in Provo/Orem. I'm picking up the bridesmaids dresses, getting my ring from being cleaned, making 2 returns, finishing Scott's Christmas gift, looking for wedding jewelry, and getting/writing Thank You notes for my Provo bridal shower last week (and maybe I'll even go tanning!)

Tonight all the JERU girls are meeting for dinner at the Olive Garden. This is the last chance before me, Jessica and Janay get married over break, and Annie, Miriam, Tamarra go on their missions. What a crazy time! I just love my friends so much!!!

It's a lucky thing I am crazy busy this week because otherwise I would be VERY sad about all the fun times and memories I am leaving in Provo. Life goes on I guess, but I just didn't realize it would come upon me so FAST! Now I am graduating from college, getting married, moving away, looking for a job... I guess Heraclitus was write when he said "There is nothing permanent except change."

Tuesday, December 8

Seriously?

Can you believe people seriously ride their bikes to school in the snow, slush, and worse: ICE! Every time I see a biker in this weather (which has been 5 times today!) I just say a prayer in my heart.