Friday, January 28, 2022

Photos with Jane and a Visit from Claire!


Jane had her photos taken today at one of our
 favorite places here in North Carolina; on the banks of Jordan Lake.
It was a chilly overcast day, but perfect for photos.
It was so fun for me to make her laugh and tell her how
absolutely beautiful she looked.

My goodness, I have beautiful children, and I know
it's the light that radiates from their eyes and spirits
that makes them breathtaking.
It's the ever-presence of the Savior in their countenances that shine
outward and upward.
And the best part of the session was when Claire came flying
in (as her Blue Heron alias) to be there with us!
Melissa, our photographer, Jane and I couldn't believe it.
Since Claire left on her mission and we'd see a North Carolina
Blue Heron, we always felt Claire was close
since she's always had a thing for that graceful bird.
Last November at our family photos a gorgeous Heron flew in and stayed with 
us the whole evening.  It was so touching,
and today when the Heron flew in magnificently and landed close to us,
(I was crying), I said out loud to the bird:
"Thanks for coming to be with us, Claire!  
I miss you so much!".


(Thank you, Melissa!)

Thursday, January 27, 2022

ONE YEAR!

Today the Nielsons are celebrating because
sister Nielson has officially been gone 
ONE WHOLE YEAR!!
She'll be home in July!  
Well done, beautiful girl!!

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Shopping with Jane


Today Jane and I spent the day shopping.  
If you know Jane, then you'll know she despises shopping
 with every ounce of her being.  
But we needed to get her a dress for an upcoming photo session.
We literally went to every store imaginable and found nothing.
We went to Nordstrom and I felt like I was walking around Nordstrom in 1997,
but not in a good way.  
Where were all the normal clothes?
We finally found a cute dress at Anthropologie.
I can find anything at Anthro, except this trip was different because
 everything was so...well, not really Jane, and it was
 really discouraging for her.
I basically forced her to try on a cute black and white dress
(which we bought) and she was NOT happy because she hates trying on clothes.
But the truth is, I do too, I think she gets that from me.
The dress looked beautiful on her, and even though she didn't show it,
I think she was excited- or just excited to get the heck out of the store.
We left the mall in the dust and the
 further away we got I could see life coming back to Jane's face.


Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Jane Hospital.

 Today marks a very exciting day for Jane!
Together we went to the doctor's office to get her medical exam 
so she can turn in her mission papers!!  
She's perfectly healthy and cleared to go, except she couldn't pee in
the test bottles.  The nurse had to bring her water, and we waited
for almost 30 minutes until finally, success!!
Afterward, we went to lunch in Chapel Hill and talked about 
a documentary Christian and I were watching about a crazy lady who
robbed an armed car and got away with it for almost twenty years.
 We talked about important stuff, too, like where she could go
on her mission and where she'd like to go (she never says).
Then we had to drive back to Siler City so she could
go to the dentist and have her mission check-up there, too.
Everything went smoothly!

I don't think I've really let this settle in.
Jane leaving, Claire gone.  It's just too much to take in.
I am beyond proud of Clane, but my heart is breaking at the same time.





Sunday, January 23, 2022

The Critter Guy.

On January 2nd (Oliver's 17th birthday), 
Nicholas Jones was ordained as a Priest in church.  
Seeing Christian, Oliver, and our Bishop
 ordain Nicholas to this great responsibility was so special!
To celebrate this honor, I gifted him with a cicada bolo tie.
Gigs has always been a critter guy.  
He loves anything that crawls or creepeth on the earth.
Yesterday I took him to the pet store and bought him a creepy black scorpion that
he's wanted for a long time.
He came home and spent the weekend crafting a perfect home for him.
On my kitchen table were paints, special glues, adhesives, 
along with a pile of other things I didn't 
even know we had, and he spent the whole weekend 
gluing together styrofoam and mixing paint colors for
 just the right hue to match the natural habitat of creepy black scorpions.
Today at home church,
(we were authorized to hold home church since we had icy weather),
my two boys, Oliver and Nicholas, blessed and passed the sacrament to 
our little family.  It was so special.
We discussed many influential leaders in the scriptures who felt inadequate to
lead, like Enoch, Moses, Moroni, and the Brother Of Jared in The Book of Mormon.
 But we learn that they were strengthened and blessed for listening and obeying
 God's words and testifying of Him and His plan.
The Lord will give us courage and guidance as we step forward with faith.
Nicholas feels similar since he just turned 15 
and took on this sacred responsibility at a young age.
But he has two beautiful examples of what a worthy man ought to be,
and I couldn't be prouder or more grateful for my boys.




Thursday, January 20, 2022

High On A Mountain Top.

As I make preparations to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro in June,
I have been dedicating my daily scripture reading 
by paying particular attention to any mention of the word mountain.
Mountains point and remind us of the majesty and wonder of the Lord,
and are mentioned numerous times throughout The Book of Mormon,
and the Bible, and are rich with symbolism and meaning.
In my study, I decided to break up my
 mountain discoveries into 6 different categories:
Promises
Victories 
Trials
Refuge
Beauty/Majesty
Greatness
Each verse that mentions mountains fit into one of those categories.
As I take special notice of them while I study God's words,
 I, too, can witness their beauty and understand why
the Lord uses the significance of mountains in the scriptures.
I've never looked at a majestic mountain without thinking about God.
I love hiking mountains because that's naturally
 a place where I feel close to Him,
where I feel His love for me, and where I get inspiration and revelation.
I love what President Nelson said about mountains,
"Everything to do with becoming more like the Savior is difficult. 
For example, when God wanted to give the Ten Commandments to Moses, 
where did He tell Moses to go? 
Up on top of a mountain, on the top of Mount Sinai. 
So Moses had to walk all the way up to the top of that 
mountain to get the Ten Commandments. 
Now, Heavenly Father could have said, 'Moses, you start there, 
and I'll start here, and I'll meet you halfway.' 
No, the Lord loves effort, 
because effort brings rewards that can't come without it."
One of the first things I wanted to do when I woke up from my coma
 after the accident was to hike a mountain.
That spiritual urge felt like a light in a dark world,
it was motivation to get better.  
I knew the mountain journey I chose to hike would be hard, 
but the top would bring me clarity and triumph.
And it did.
I am preparing physically every day to hike Kilimanjaro through daily vigorous exercise;
I've been exercising my lungs by working out with an altitude mask on and
Christian and I are gathering gear to protect us from the elements
so we can hike and sleep properly.
And, spiritually, I am understanding why mountains are significant to the Lord,
so I can have my own" Mt. Siani experience," 
and to come closer to Him in the process.

For me, physically hiking mountains is usually a welcomed challenge,
because I know that there is beauty awaiting me at the top.
I love to push myself to stay motivated and focused along the journey
no matter how hard it is or how bad I want to quit.
Christ uses mountains as symbols of faith, so we
will use patience, discipline, and control to overcome our personal hardships.
I love how God uses everyday symbols to bless and help us.
(Hiking the Y mountain with Christian
 in our burn garments, 2009)

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

dear brndsentr...

Every year I send Christmas cards to the two burn centers
that initially treated Christian and me.
The Arizona Burn Center in Phoenix
and The University of Utah Burn Center in Salt Lake City.
These two burn centers were everything in our recovery.
They saved us and helped us assimilate into our new lives.
Both hospitals have a very special place in our hearts, and every year
I send them a Christmas card, and I probably will forever.
Most of the staff these days don't even know us 
since it's been 13 years, but we know them and are so thankful for them!
In 2015 Nicholas handed me a letter that he had written and wanted me
to add to the envelope along with our card.  
Dear Burn Center,
You might know my mom, Stephanie.
She was burned too.
I hope you have a good Christmas.
I hope you get better (smile face).
From Nicholas.





Tuesday, January 18, 2022

We're Tough.

 

I came across this photo of Claire and Lottie in 2016.
I was taken back at how similar their facial expressions are.
I mean, I could cut and paste their faces on each other
and it would STILL look like the same person!

Last night all of us sat around my computer and looked at photos
of our family, houses, vacations, holidays, births, baby photos,
parties, the #afterchurchnies through the years, and all our moves.
Each photo had a story, and with each story came six different memories
(it would be seven if Claire was with us!).
Some were good, some were sad, some were happy, 
but most were really funny!
We've lived a full, busy life, we Nielsons have, 
and I am grateful for my amazing children,
my sturdy husband, and the highs and lows we've experienced as a family.
While looking at the photos, I felt so many emotions,
but the ones I felt the most were that we're tough and resilient,
and we're better together.


Friday, January 14, 2022

Faith and Finals.

 
 Last Wednesday the boys beagn their first day of finals.
When I picked them up from school, Nicholas announced,
"well, mom, I'm done with school until next Thursday, the 20th.
I can't wait to do anything and nothing at home for the next week."

And I was like, wait, what? 

It was true.
Nicholas did, in fact, finish testing on Wednesday and was done.
Oliver finished his state math test today at lunchtime and was done, too.
So to celebrate, we drove to Apex and met Jane and Christian for lunch.
We were celebrating a few things:
1. Finals finished!
2. No school!
3. BovIQ has had some very, VERY good traction and news!
My word for this year is FAITH.
Faith for the future, faith in the Lord, faith in His plan,
faith to trust, faith in failure, faith in change, faith in growth,
and faith to believe!
That mindset has changed so much in my life.


Wednesday, January 12, 2022

The Book of Mormon: God's Fingerprints.



One of my spiritual goals is to read The Book of Mormon twice a year.  
I started this streak a decade ago on my 30th birthday in June
finishing on my anniversary in December.

 I have kept this schedule since.

Just last month, on my 21st wedding anniversary,
I finished (and started again) reading The Book of Mormon,
but this year, after finishing it, I studied two fabulous
talks by Elder Tad R. Callister about how The Book of Mormon
 is an indispensable witness of the doctrines of Christ and His divinity,
and how God's fingerprints are all over the Book of Mormon.
I, too, witness the truth of this book.
Within its pages, I have felt enormous comfort and peace- especially
this past year when I struggled with unanswered questions
and unwanted change.
Some days felt super dark and scary, but my daily reading
of The Book of Mormon
always grounded me and kept me close to the Savior.
I never really felt abandoned or alone.
I discovered that The Book of Mormon linked us together,
and daily reading became essential to our relationship and the
inspiration I need for myself, for my children, in my relationships,
and for those to whom I minister to.
There is power and influence in its pages.
It has changed my life, outlook, motives, and direction.
 When I turned eight and was baptized (in 1989), my primary class
gave me my first real Book of Mormon with my name inscribed on the cover.
It sat beside my bed all growing up and was my favorite copy to read.
I used it all throughout seminary in high school and am
 still reading from it today.
It's cool to read the notes I've written between the verses and
on the side of the pages and see how my
 insights have grown throughout the years.
And, somewhere in a chapter of 2 Nephi, I wrote
my 9th-grade crush's name is at the top of the page.







Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Maternal Power.


On a cold snowy December in Provo, 1991,
my dad announced to my brothers and sisters
 that he was taking us to a BYU basketball game.
Now, I love basketball, but there was like 5 feet of snow outside, and since
our house was literally across the street from the Marriott Center where
the Cougs play, I knew we'd be walking, and that sounded cold
and I didn't want to do that.  So I remember I said something like,
"Nah, I don't want to go."
And my dad said something like:
"Nope, it's not an option, you're going."
Then I watched him go to his desk, where he kept his BYU basketball
and football tickets in a manilla folder.  I noticed he ripped out a big stack 
of tickets- more than the two that he had season tickets for.
Future basketball tickets against teams like
Wyoming- I mean, that game could definitely be watched on TV, 
along with a few tickets against other no-name colleges
that he could stand to miss were ripped out.
Then I said something to dad like,
"Wait, dad, do you have tickets for all of us?"
"Yep, I do now," he quickly said back to me.
Then he helped all of us bundle up and brave the storm.
My mom seemed tired that night.
Not her usual self.
My nana, her mom, had just died a few weeks earlier on Thanksgiving day
after several long years of fighting Alzheimer's disease
and it seemed to have left a little hole in her heart.
I think it took the steam out of her Christmas spirit because there were
 no decorations around our house,
and usually, our house was decorated a week before Thanksgiving.
So there we were, all of us walking with our die-hard neighbor 
cougar fans to the basketball game in a blizzard
following dad's footprints across 9th East to the arena.
When we got to the doors, it was snowing harder, and I was excited
to get inside to hear the Cougar marching band and get me a pretzel,
diet caffeine-free coke, and sour patch kids.
Dad did promise us dinner, after all.
Dad bamboozled the ticket dude, who thought the big stack of tickets
 were for that night's game, and I was just relieved we got in.  
As a non-confrontational girl who avoids
crisis at all costs, this shenanigan made my little heart race.
All I remember about the game that night was me and Lucy running 
around to every portal to the very top, then back down again.

Walking home to the house later that evening after the game 
(I don't even know who won),
our house looked like it belonged in a snow globe.
I could see in our windows Christmas lights had been turned on the trees
 and without even going inside, I could sense something was different.
We walked into the house, and I was right.
It was as if a crew of Santa's elves had come to decorate our house
 in the four hours that we were gone.
The mantle was decorated with our Norwegian Christmas elves,
Poinsettias were strategically placed around rooms, bells jingled around door handles,
The Christmas dishes lying in stacks
in the kitchen, and several sets of her beautiful Christmas
camel collections sat under the tree, on the mantles, 
and on the dining room table.
The trees were decorated with family trinkets, and there were bowls filled with 
glitter ball ornaments, and ribbons draping from wreaths
She even had wassail simmering on the stove and kept the
fire going that dad had made before we left for the game.
And all was right in the world.
In my mind, this meant that mom was better, she wasn't sad anymore, 
and Christmas was still on!
I couldn't believe it, my mom had blown my mind.
Mom had turned our house into a Christmas miracle.
Everything was making sense to me now,
and I knew why dad had made ALL of us go to the BYU game,
mom wanted the house to herself.  She wanted to blast Manheim Steamroller
from the speakers and get out the Christmas decorations.
She wanted to think of nana, to feel her and to feel creative, 
and most importantly, she wanted to be alone.
And I get that!
And I forgave dad for pretending all those 
BYU tickets were for that night's game.
He was doing it for my mom, and somehow it made it all OK.
This memory is one I will never forget because of the significance it had
on me as I grew up and chose to become a homemaker and mother.
Mom's ability to bring so much beauty and 
enchantment to our home was an absolute gift.
It was the kind of nurturing that I saw as exploding maternal power,
and I knew that I wanted to wield that energy, influence, and potential.

Thanks, mom!

“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. 
Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” 
—Maya Angelou


Friday, January 07, 2022

Burdens.

Two days before 2022 arrived, Christian picked me up straight from work
to take me out to dinner.
He had a long day at work, and I admittedly
needed a little break from Christmas break--if you know what I mean.
It always seems like when we're alone, we'll start discussing what
 each other is reading in our personal Book of Mormon study.
 Christian told me that he had 
read earlier that morning about Alma in Mosiah 24.  
This is the story of how Amulon persecutes Alma and his
 people- and are even put to death if they pray, but the 
Lord makes their burdens seem light and delivers them from bondage.
Christian and I specifically talked about how the burdens 
weren't taken away from them; instead, they were eased if they
 would stand as a witness during their trials and hardships.
"And I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders,
 that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you are in bondage; 
and this will I do that ye may stand as witnesses for me hereafter and that 
ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their afflictions."
Then we talked about how 2021 for our family was one of the hardest.  
We talked about the lengthy list of hardships from 
health issues to car issues, broken dreams, financial stress,
 and pretty much everything in between.  
As heavy and overwhelming as our burdens and trials felt, 
and through some of the darkest and most challenging days, 
Christian and I always encouraged each other, and our
 children to stand steady in Christ and to witness His grace and mercy--
 especially on the hard days. We can have faith that the 
Lord will ease our burdens as we stand firm as a witness of Him
then, now, and forever, we can do it as a family.
After a delightful dinner, Christian pulled our car into the gas station.
 He jumped out and began refueling the car. 
 Since it was a cold evening, he turned on the pump and jumped
 back in the car with me. About 15 seconds later, I heard a
 loud gasp, and Christian jumped out of the vehicle.  
He wouldn't want me to announce this because it would humiliate 
his manliness, but he was putting regular gas in his diesel 
engine truck- to his credit, a mistake he's never made.
Maybe you don't know, but that's not a good thing that causes 
long-term or permanent damage.  
17 gallons later, Christian was on the phone 
getting a tow truck to take us home
We sat in the car in disbelief; 2021 wasn't going away without a fight. 
Later a tow truck came with a lovely man named Bill to our rescue.  
He loaded up the truck, and we began the 30-minute journey home together. 
 I said a prayer in my heart, something like,
 "Why, Lord, did this have to happen? 
 Can't we just have a little break from stupid things that keep
happening to our family?"
I remembered the conversation Christian, and I had earlier about
 the scripture in Mosiah and Alma's promise
 to witness of God always- no matter what the circumstance was.
I felt low and frustrated, and the last thing I wanted to do was praise the Lord.
But I felt the spirit testify to me of the truth of that scripture and 
 asked Bill if he had a family.
That led to a conversation about his children, and he 
mentioned his daughter was a nurse, and I commented my
 admiration for nurses, and before you know it, 
we were talking about our accident, and would you believe it, Bill, too, 
I was in an airplane accident!! I mean, I don't personally know 
a lot of airplane crash survivors. Out of all the 
 tow truck companies to call, we happen to call the
 guy who'd been in an airplane crash. 
Now we'd come full circle when Christian quoted the same scripture
 in Mosiah to Bill, and now we're testifying of 
God's miracles and the goodness that He shares with His children.

Then Bill told us another amazing story of God's miracles and goodness when
he and his family moved to another state 
for an entire year to live near a pediatric spinal rehab hospital after 
his 11-year-old son had fallen out of a tree and broken his neck.
"He was going to walk out of that rehab hospital," 
Bill told us with conviction, 
"and I knew he wasn't going to do it without help from God."  
I could tell Bill felt emotional.
 "I don't know how people do it without God. 
 It was hard enough as it was but without Him, 
it would have been devastating and with a different outcome."
Bill pulled up to our house, and he said to us,
"In my line of work, I don't get a lot of customers who smile when I 
show them the bill."  
Then Christian said, 
"I've never been happier paying for something I didn't want."  
I think this is exactly what the Lord means when he says that he will 
"ease the burdens" so that they will somehow feel lighter.  
Yes, we still had to pay Bill, and yes, it was still stressful, and yes, 
Christian had to stay up until 4:00 am draining the gas out 
of his car with the boys so he could go to work the next day, 
but that moment did truly honestly seem lighter.  
Our "date night" shows me that God lives 
and the Lord visits his people in their afflictions.
In our individual lives, we can muster the strength we need
in times of trial by calling on the Lord like the people of Alma.
He may not always immediately relieve our burdens, 
but He will strengthen us with His Spirit,
 sending people who can help us with our problems 
and pain or performing tremendous and small miracles. 
Christian and I have felt this power in our lives.
We have been a part of those miracles.
"The unique burdens in each of our lives help us to rely upon the 
merits, mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah.  
I testify and promise the Savior will help us to bear up our 
burdens with ease as we are yoked with Him through 
sacred covenants and receive the enabling power of 
His Atonement in our lives, we increasingly will seek to understand
 and live according to His will. 
We also will pray for the strength to learn from, change, 
or accept our circumstances rather than praying relentlessly
 for God to change our circumstances according to our will. 
We will become agents who act rather than objects that are acted upon."

Thursday, January 06, 2022

3D

 Today I practically bribed Gigs to help me take down 
the Christmas wreaths off the house.  
He was really excited to help once I mentioned I'd need him
to get on the roof where he stayed longer than necessary.
I went inside because I was cold, but he stayed up there
mapping out his next drone route.
Gigs has really shown an interest in drone flying, and he's really good, too!
He spent the whole day/night yesterday printing out a GoPro cover
on his 3D printer.  It was actually very impressive!
He's determined to make me a new pinkie finger with his 3D printer.
I'd love to see that!

Wednesday, January 05, 2022

The First Snow of the year

Big news here in North Carolina!
It SNOWED!
I didn't care that it didn't snow very much-- or for even for very long,
I was just so excited to see it!
Also, schools were cancelled!
Jane and I subscribe to a few favorite YouTube live camera channels.
Our favorite recently has been the town of 
It's like watching a Hallmark movie.
One day it snowed and I swear didn't stop for FIVE DAYS!  
There was so much snow.
I'd text Jane at work and say;
"Did you see the kids sledding down the hill?"
She'd text me back and say;
"Mom, did you see the horse and sleigh? It looked so cozy!"
Once we rejoiced together over text as we watched a
 snowed-in car get freed by a group of passerby's.  
Does that make us creepy?




Tuesday, January 04, 2022

Passports

Today was back to the grind. It's always the worst
 going back to school after a wonderful holiday break.
I do think that Lottie was ready and excited though.
She was ready to see her friends and hear what Santa brought them,
and show off her new little Gizmo watch.
But the boys, not so much.
As sad as I am to admit it, I am excited to get the house back,
cleaned up, and our family schedule back.
Christian and I are hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro in June.  
I think I need to say that again; Christian and I
  ARE HIKING MT. KILIMANJARO in June.  
Wow.  It feels amazing to type that.
We've been planning this journey with our
 friends and fellow burn survivors at the
 Arizona Burn Center for two years.
Thanks to Covid we had to cancel but this June it's finally going to happen!
I will be posting much more about this
 amazing adventure as time goes by. 
For me, this hike symbolizes the mountains that we burn survivors 
climb every day to create a new normal for ourselves and our families.
This mountain climb will symbolize the uphill battles
 I have faced and fought physically and socially.
Its going to be amazing, and I'm really excited!
Last year our passports expired, so today along with 
Jane and Ollie, we went to the post office to renew them.
It wasn't as bad as I expected.  It took a long time but was fairly easy
since I was uber prepared.  
I had some fun with the extra passport photos.


You can watch our short burn documentary HERE
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