You’re Invited! Hilary Weeks Performs her new CD “Love Your Life!”

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Trish and I have tickets to see Hilary Weeks perform at Time Out for Women in Portland November 4th!

Since I once wrote for her blog, Hilary sent me a sample of her music and asked me to pass it on to you. “Love Your Life” was released September 16th and is already #7 on the Christian Billboard Charts! It is her 11th CD and the 3rd to make the top ten. I hope you love it as much as I do!


See you there!  road-trip






A Symonds Christmas Card

Salt Lake Temple Christmas Lights

Salt Lake Temple Christmas

I love music. For some years I lived in Utah, where I met Scott. Many years ago I worked near Temple Square at Christmas time with my dear friend Yvonne. We both sang in the Bountiful High Choir. My favorite carol was and still continues to be, “O’Come, Emmanuel. We worked at the Lion House or old Governors Mansion. After serving we worked in the Kitchen, where the acoustics were best. I remember singing the following sweet song after all the guests had gone home. Today, I found this version and wanted to share it with my friends and family.


The Symonds Family has a long-standing tradition of trying our hardest to keep Christ in Christmas. Every year, when I wrap packages, even though I sign them, “from Blessings.” This year is no different from any other. It has been full of miracles, exciting changes and new babies. It has also been a year of great loss. Because of that great loss, I am more grateful than ever before this Christmas for the gift of the Savior, the atonement for my sins and eternal life.

The Savior gave his life and in doing so gave us the greatest gift of all time, the gift of more time.  I am grateful for eternal life, and with that another chance to hug lost family members and be a friend to those we lost this year. Good-bye Maggie, Mark, Mike and Tryg for now, only for now. 

Here is a wonderful family version of the The True Story of Christmas: The Nativity by This is how I pictured the Savior. He smiles, he touches everyone he blesses. I believe it was his arms that welcomed my friends home.

With every year our family grows. Fisher Symonds weighed in this year at 10 pounds. Joe is proud and Lindsay is amazing. Maya calls him, “my Fisher.” He is a typical Symonds, big and content.


The Symonds also have another long-standing tradition. It is the tradition of believing in miracles. We pay our tithing, do our best and trust. This year, Scott opened his business doors full-time and thanks to our generous and beloved Seaside has been busy. He continued to teach at the college and loves each and every student.

the jeep

Erin and I have been writing. Together and separately we have published 184 pieces this year for Deseret Digital Media’s I also published a few for Hilary Weeks website

For my day job, I am working at Providence for the best boss I have ever had. I have the privilege of working with people I truly love. I love my job. They let me write on the walls!


Yesterday, Scott cut a hole in a wall for me, and I will be setting up a full-time art studio so I can paint more often.

This year Scott Donated a 300 dollar detail from the “Scottys Can Do Shop” to the Providence Seaside Festival of the trees.


Our Christmas Miracle will be all 6 children coming home for Christmas. I believe it is the first time in almost 5 years. Time for another torturous family photo, right guys?! (Don’t tell them about the picture or they won’t show up.)

Time for a new photo! shhhh

Just a quick run down of the Symonds kids for the year:


Erin and Mark bought a beautiful new home in Farmington Utah.


Jamie and Alan finally came home to Seaside. Jamie has her own little studio and is painting and doing woodwork. Alan is landscaping.

Jamie and Alan

Joe and Lindsay had Fisher. Joseph finished Lineman’s School and Joe is working near Salem. He will commute.


Joel is recovering from a tumor removed from his foot and in the Army in Colorado Springs, Colorado. That is Charlotte holding him up. She is living in Longview and we love having her visit! Hope we see you for Christmas Charlotte.

joel charlotte

Jodi and Becca have rented an adorable house and Jodi got a job this year working for the Department of Human Services – Child Welfare (like her Mama). AND guess who can cook! Jodi is an amazing cook!

jodi thanksgiving

Trish is just finishing a term of School while trying to be a Mom. Oh soo hard! Russell is about to start in January. They rented a cute house and he works in a Potato Chip Factory.


So just to leave you smiling. Here is a little movie from my funny sister Sara. She always makes me laugh and smile.


P.S. Next year…..Temple Square in December. Start saving kids!

Stones, Storms and Atonement

Mark 4:39

“And he arose, and rebuked the wind,

and said unto the sea,aPeace, be still.

And the wind ceased, and there was a great bcalm.”

Today when I rose to run, I was running into the wind. I thought how like my life this storm was. Some days are blue sky and soft breezes and others I am running into the wind and rain. The storms feel like they will push me to my knees.

On days like this when I run, I try to remember that I never run alone. Sometimes I catch myself looking to my left and smiling. I hope I am always on the right side of the Lord. I know he knows my heart and cares for it. When life is the perfect storm I know I never run alone.

One of my favorite stories begins when the Savior walks into the perfect storm. In John Chapter 8.

 4 They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.

 5 Now Moses in the alaw commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?

 6 This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger awrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.

 7 So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without asin among you, let him bfirstcast a cstone at her.

 8 And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.

 9 And they which heard it, being convicted by their ownaconscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.

10 When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?

 11 She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do Iacondemn thee: go, and bsin no cmore.

 12 ¶Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the alight of the world: he that followeth me shall not bwalk in cdarkness, but shall have the light of life.

I choose the light. 

Only one person knew the woman who lay on the ground. Only one person knew her heart and he stood between her and the stones. He loved her, he protected her and invited her to go and sin no more. He didn’t say the sin or whatever was happening in her life was acceptable. He forgave her, loved her, protected her and later atoned for her sins.

He is the great example.

The question I asked myself this morning is what will I do with the stones that come into my life. When all my world is a storm. When I find myself laying on the ground will I remember the Savior is beside me? Will I remember, when anger is blowing my way that I need not cover my head, because he will stand between me and the stones?

What will I do with the stones that are meant for me? Will I pick them up, the angry words, the gossip, the hurt and carry them with me, heavy on my soul? Or will I hurl them back at those I believe threw them? I hope I can hand them to the Savior who offers to carry all the burdens I cannot.

I hope I remember to be thankful. He stands between me and all the storms and stones of life.

I ran six miles today. At the half way point I turned around and tried to see the storm and the story from the other side.

What if I am like the Pharisees? Am I the one carrying stones and waiting for my chance to storm, to throw them and the hurl accusations at others? Do I create a heavier burden for the Savior? If I had a rock in my hand right now would someone’s name be written on it?

I ran home on the beach and thought about all the stones I needed to leave in the sand. I realized that in my life there are stones that I will never fully understand and I can only let them rest in the Savior’s wounded hand.

Storms come and go in my life. This one will pass. I will run and you will see me. Watch as every once in a while I look over my left shoulder hoping I am still on the right side of the Lord.

Miracles and Clickers for All


It has been a long time since I have posted on my own blog page. So to catch you up, I have been busy writing for and Stacy is helping me with a project rewrite. (Yup Stacy I am working!)

This month Hilary Weeks gave me a special opportunity to share a passion with my friends and family. She is letting me give you a coupon for a free clicker, wristband and sticker when you buy a clicker kit. (Just in time for Christmas!) Pass it on. The free clicker offer is good from November 1st to the 30th of this year.

Clicker Kit Coupon

Order you Clicker Kit HERE

Use the code: SHANNON445 and receive a free clicker, wristband and sticker, a $4.99 value

Let me tell you how I learned about clickers. I have a very special family. I have been blessed with cousins, aunts and uncles who are dear to me. My cousins, Kristi,  Jamie and my Aunt Joann and I went to Time Out for Women in Portland Oregon.

Joann Sappenfield, Jami Kelly, Kristi Johnson-James and Me!

Joann Sappenfield, Jami Kelly, Kristi Johnson-James and Me!

While we were there we heard Hilary Weeks talk about clicking.

I loved her story! We all went home with clickers. It didn’t take me long to become a believer. Life can be tough. This year, as you know has been the worst. On those days that I don’t think I can make it another minute, when I feel like I can’t run, write, paint or even breathe you will find my clicker on my wrist or in my pocket.

A few months after Time Out for Women, I began writing for I wrote a piece called “Life is Hard, How are you Coping.” I used one of Hilary’s videos,  Beautiful Heartbreak.

Just to prove that miracles happen, she found me and asked me to write for her. The universe is small and we never know where we will find our friends and opportunities to serve. How grateful I have been. During one of the toughest years of my life writing and clicking have given me something positive and uplifting to focus on.

Here is just one of the many reasons Hilary is a hero and changes hearts every day.

And so in the spirit of “Say Love” I want to share Billion Clicks with you. Clickers take my days from survival to growth.

Life doesn’t get easier, but the view from the end will be amazing. Today, I choose to find joy in my journey no matter where it takes me.

The view from my world

The view from my world

  • So…Help us reach a BILLION clicks!  We are on a mission to change the world for good…one click at a time.  We have almost 3.5 millions clicks and hope to reach a billion!  Think of the difference one positive thought makes, then multiply that by a billion and watch the world become a better place.
  • Get a Free Digital Kit.  When people enter their clicks at, they can receive a free digital kit with downloadable quotes, wallpaper and more.
  • Stocking stuffers, etc.  The Clicker Kits make great stocking stuffers, neighbor gifts, employee gifts,  teacher’s Christmas gifts.  Also, clicking is a great way to prepare for Thanksgiving.  Last November Hilary Week’s family placed a community clicker in the kitchen.  They clicked over 5,000 times for things we were grateful for!  Clicking is a great way to achieve New Year’s resolutions too!

Last year I gave Joann Johnson a Clicker Kit for her 29th plus xx years birthday. She and Kristi shared their clickers with Anthony and Jackson their Great and Grandchildren. The boys learned to click. Kristi said that one day after a near traffic accident and a little “Holy Cow” from her, the boys wanted to know if there was a way to minus numbers. Nope, no negative here!

So, to Anthony, Jackson and all of you – Stay focused on the positive. Count your blessings, happy thoughts and be grateful for one more day to do a little better, be a little better and love a little more.

The Symonds Family First Christmas Memory

Many Many years ago I found myself a twenty seven year old single mother with five children. I moved to a tiny house, and met the boy next door. Luckily for him or for me, he thought I was amazing and we fell in love. We hoped that our first Christmas together would be special. He took a job at the local steel mill and immediately worked his way up to an excellent salary. We were even able to put a motor in our old Volkswagen Van.

2011 christmas tree

It was two weeks until Christmas when we learned that the mill annually laid all the new employees off for a month, beginning two weeks before Christmas. There we were, and no packages for the family. The mill adopted us and the other men promised a sub for Santa we wouldn’t forget. I would like to say that we were grateful, but in truth, we just wanted to be able to buy our own Christmas. And never mind Christmas, how were we going to pay the rent.  I worked and earned top dollar for the year, four dollars and twenty nine cents an hour. The rent and bills added up to more than that.

Christmas Eve arrived and our community was having the coldest winter on record. Snow was piled so deep around our house it was meeting the first story eves. Roofs were collapsing around town, and a local mall roof collapsed. The pity party was on! We loaded up the van to go to my parents to watch my wealthy siblings and their children unwrap gifts and to watch my children get coats from Grandma because they needed them so badly.


On the way to my mother’s we passed a woman and a man under a freeway overpass, with an open suite case, snow blowing all around. We should go back, I thought.  And then I though, It’s not safe. I wrestled with myself the whole way there. The kids ungratefully unwrapped their new Walmart coats and removed their little leather bomber jackets they had outgrown long ago and their beautiful coats I had purchased in wealthier times. They were less than grateful.  We thanked my mother and loaded the van to go into Salt Lake City to see the lights on temple square.

As we were driving into Salt Lake and listening to joyful carols on the radio, the kids complained about their new coats. Then over the radio came a special announcement. It was so cold outside people on the streets were dying. The shelters were over flowing. It was plea for coats and blankets at the shelter and an address to drop them off at. I realized that as pathetic and needy as we were that Christmas there was still something we could do for someone else.

I turned around and announced to the kids that we were going to take their old coats to the shelter. “Not my leather bomber jacket!” my son cried out and then tears ran down his face. My oldest daughter just folded her arms, looked down her nose and hated me. The old van chugged along until we pulled off the freeway. Amidst piles of snow higher than our van we finally found a street sign and stumbled on the shelter.

We pulled into the solid sheet of ice called a parking lot and parked in front of the old grocery store turned shelter.  I realized my kids needed to learn that their lives were actually pretty good. I told them to get out of the Van and get their coats. They complained and grumbled loudly. Finally I had them all lined up, wearing new coats, hats and gloves and carrying their old coats. We headed form the double glass doors.

The Shelter door opened and a man without a coat came out pushing a shopping cart full of newspapers. He was very very thin.  He stopped me, “The shelter is all full up.” He told me. “But don’t worry they are serving a hot meal under the freeway. I am on my way there now. I can take you.” I realized that even though this man had nothing he had stopped to take care of me. He had looked at my old van and thought I was homeless. He hadn’t hesitated to help someone else in need when he had nothing.

“No,” I said, “we just came to bring coats to the shelter.” My kids held up the coats and looked at him silently and in shock.

“Coats!” he exclaimed, “Look kids’ coats!” The newspapers parted and a tiny boy and girl sat up. They were both in dirty short sleeved tee shirts and so very thin and cold. My kids threw their coats into the basket and watched as the small children joyfully put them on. Then they threw in their new hats and gloves and I watched with pride as they learned the most valuable lesson of their lives. They learned that no matter how poor you are and no matter how bad your world is or seems you always have something to give to someone else.  You always have something to offer, even if it is simply being a good receiver.

Many years have passed and every time one of my children were assigned to write a Christmas story at school, this is the story they wrote. They have grown up to be nurses, scout master, police officers, park rangers, social workers, soldiers and to serve in every capacity possible in their community.

I guess I share this story with you because it is my pleasure to be able to share whatever I can with you this Christmas. We are still not rich. My husband runs a business, teaches a class and we both work full time and still every month is house payment countdown, but we are rich. We are rich in love and rich in family. We are rich because God blesses us tenfold for every act of service and everything we offer in absolute love and in his name.


My husband adopted my five children and we had a sixth. We moved out of the snow and to the seaside where we live in a drafty hundred year old house and have a loving family that includes people like Jeff. We have a strong testimony of God’s love for us and this country and we believe the way to make it great is by changing one heart at a time. We hope you have the best Christmas in your memory and do something every day in the following year as you already do to go above and beyond your duty to serve.

December 2012 Image

Because Joel Symonds went away….

Because Joel Symonds went away…..

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