A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in church reflecting on the times and the very particular ways that the Lord has answered my prayers in my lifetime, and most especially lately. I also realized I have been in this ward for over a year now and have yet to bear my testimony. So I felt a desire to be given the words and the Spirit to acknowledge the Lord’s love and bear my testimony of Him on Fast Sunday.
This past week I worked about 60 hours instead of my usual 20, didn’t have a single day off, wasn’t home a single night, never had a regular dinner, and the milk in my fridge is sour it’s been so long since I’ve been to a grocery. I’m exhausted.
I dragged in late to sacrament meeting this morning, missed the sacrament, and plopped in my pew expecting to rest. As testimonies began, I realized that the theme that was developing was --could it be?--receiving answers to prayers. Hmm. and then I got that you-have-to-bear-your-testimony feeling from head to toe.
“No!” I thought. “Not today! I’m so tired. I'm just not ready. And I truly don’t deserve it."
But, wait, I asked for this, didn’t I? It couldn’t have been more clear to me that the Lord was directly and specifically answering that prayer uttered in my heart weeks before.
It was a very busy testimony day—no quiet times that needed to be filled; I had to fight for a place in line. But I couldn’t NOT bear my testimony now, could I? With heartfelt gratitude, I did.
A testimony was borne by a sister who just returned from Utah where her son got married. She was not at all happy about this girl or this marriage. When she went to pick up a rental car, the agent, in their casual conversation, delivered a message to her of forgiveness in a way that when she stood next to her son and his fiancé in that special circle in the temple, she was cleansed of all hard feelings. She bore testimony, as did I and others, of the lovingkindness of a Heavenly Father, and of the angels of mercy he sends to us.
I don't know how to thank Him, for what He does for me, and for you.
There are no words sufficient.
Just thanks, and thanks, and thanks, --
and more...
“Write [thy] blessed name, O Lord, upon my heart
there to remain so indelibly engraved
than no prosperity or adversity
shall ever move me from thy love.”
Thomas a Kempis 1500 A.D.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
What, me worry?
I think I am officially stressed.
That may not sound unusual, but for me it is.
It is a rare event.
People ask me why I don’t stress, or how not to, and this is the speech I give them:
1. Stress doesn’t usually change the situation that is stressing you. Whether or not you are stressed, the situation is the same. So why do that to yourself? If stress will help the situation, then by all means stress your little heart out, but usually stress does not make it better; it makes it worse for you and those around you.
2. Stress is something we do to ourselves. It is what we tell ourselves. Instead of telling ourselves we’re stressed, what if we changed our self-talk? What if we said things like, I can do this, I can handle this, this is not that big of a deal? It would be so much kinder, more productive and easier on our adrenaline system.
3. You can only do what you can do right now. You cannot act in the future or for people you can't do anything about. You can only do what you can in the moment. With foresight for the future, deal only with present.
4. I believe God will give us strength, but not for unnecessary or excessive worry. I don’t personally have the energy to always be stressed, and it gives me a stomach ache.
5. This too shall pass, and probably some good will come of it. Have faith in God, in yourself, and in the process of life. It will be okay. If not, when the time comes, well, worry about it then.
So, why don’t I take my own advice?
1. The one thing that does stress me is to be asked to do something that I feel I don’t have the ability or talent to do, made worse when there's not enough time to work it out, and it has to be done in front of other people. I have several of those things on my plate right now.
2. Sometimes the demands of life and pressures of time really can be overwhelming. It's almost enough to turn me to chocolate.
But not to worry. I'm taking my own advice, doing what I can do, and having faith for the rest in its own due time. All is well.
Oh, one more thing:
There is a Helping Hand. Put your hand in His.
That is my best advice of all.
That may not sound unusual, but for me it is.
It is a rare event.
People ask me why I don’t stress, or how not to, and this is the speech I give them:
1. Stress doesn’t usually change the situation that is stressing you. Whether or not you are stressed, the situation is the same. So why do that to yourself? If stress will help the situation, then by all means stress your little heart out, but usually stress does not make it better; it makes it worse for you and those around you.
2. Stress is something we do to ourselves. It is what we tell ourselves. Instead of telling ourselves we’re stressed, what if we changed our self-talk? What if we said things like, I can do this, I can handle this, this is not that big of a deal? It would be so much kinder, more productive and easier on our adrenaline system.
3. You can only do what you can do right now. You cannot act in the future or for people you can't do anything about. You can only do what you can in the moment. With foresight for the future, deal only with present.
4. I believe God will give us strength, but not for unnecessary or excessive worry. I don’t personally have the energy to always be stressed, and it gives me a stomach ache.
5. This too shall pass, and probably some good will come of it. Have faith in God, in yourself, and in the process of life. It will be okay. If not, when the time comes, well, worry about it then.
So, why don’t I take my own advice?
1. The one thing that does stress me is to be asked to do something that I feel I don’t have the ability or talent to do, made worse when there's not enough time to work it out, and it has to be done in front of other people. I have several of those things on my plate right now.
2. Sometimes the demands of life and pressures of time really can be overwhelming. It's almost enough to turn me to chocolate.
But not to worry. I'm taking my own advice, doing what I can do, and having faith for the rest in its own due time. All is well.
Oh, one more thing:
There is a Helping Hand. Put your hand in His.
That is my best advice of all.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Passport to Perfection
I was asked on Saturday night to pinch-hit for the Relief Society teacher on Sunday. I didn't want to do it because I didn't have the usual 100 hours that I like to prepare, and it would be the first time teaching in my new ward. But I agreed, and for my small sacrifice of time and willingness, I was richly rewarded.
I was downright giddy when I got my first passport last year. For me it opened up whole new vistas of places I could go, things I could see, experiences I might have.
In dreaming of places you'd like to go, of things you want to see and experience, do you ever think of destinations that are not geographical, but spiritual? Are there places you would like to go spiritually, things you'd like to see and experience that you haven't yet?
The passport to those places, according to President Spencer W. Kimball, is prayer.
In addition to the glorious knowledge that God lives, that we can communicate with Him, and that He will respond to us, there are blessings that come to us through the very process of prayer:
When we thank God for our blessings, we become more grateful, more mindful of our need for Him.
When we pray for loved ones and friends, we become more charitable, more apt to help.
When we pray for forgiveness, we become more repentant, more changed.
When we pray "Thy will be done," we become more submissive, humble, patient.
When we pray for missionaries, our own desires to do the work increase.
When we pray often, asking for help, we are kept from sin.
Prayer is not an optional activity for saints.
The very process of prayer aids us on the road to perfection.
The Lord's help we seek will see us through.
I think I've always believed that God hears and answers prayers. There is surely ample evidence.
But I have not always believed that He would hear and answer mine.
Now, when I think of the times and particular ways He has answered me, I feel such overwhelming gratitude for the tender mercies of Him to whom we pray.
One of Spencer Kimball's mottos was, Lengthen Your Stride.
Even kneeling, it applies.
Whatever level you are at with your prayers, there is higher ground to go to. There are spiritual places to go, miracles yet to be seen, experiences yet to be had. The passport to these places is earnest and sincere prayer.
So, fellow sojourners, pilgrims on a journey far from home--but not left alone--I bid you, "Bon Voyage!"
Have a good journey.
Go with God.
I was downright giddy when I got my first passport last year. For me it opened up whole new vistas of places I could go, things I could see, experiences I might have.
In dreaming of places you'd like to go, of things you want to see and experience, do you ever think of destinations that are not geographical, but spiritual? Are there places you would like to go spiritually, things you'd like to see and experience that you haven't yet?
The passport to those places, according to President Spencer W. Kimball, is prayer.
In addition to the glorious knowledge that God lives, that we can communicate with Him, and that He will respond to us, there are blessings that come to us through the very process of prayer:
When we thank God for our blessings, we become more grateful, more mindful of our need for Him.
When we pray for loved ones and friends, we become more charitable, more apt to help.
When we pray for forgiveness, we become more repentant, more changed.
When we pray "Thy will be done," we become more submissive, humble, patient.
When we pray for missionaries, our own desires to do the work increase.
When we pray often, asking for help, we are kept from sin.
Prayer is not an optional activity for saints.
The very process of prayer aids us on the road to perfection.
The Lord's help we seek will see us through.
I think I've always believed that God hears and answers prayers. There is surely ample evidence.
But I have not always believed that He would hear and answer mine.
Now, when I think of the times and particular ways He has answered me, I feel such overwhelming gratitude for the tender mercies of Him to whom we pray.
One of Spencer Kimball's mottos was, Lengthen Your Stride.
Even kneeling, it applies.
Whatever level you are at with your prayers, there is higher ground to go to. There are spiritual places to go, miracles yet to be seen, experiences yet to be had. The passport to these places is earnest and sincere prayer.
So, fellow sojourners, pilgrims on a journey far from home--but not left alone--I bid you, "Bon Voyage!"
Have a good journey.
Go with God.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Seedlings
One Sunday when I was in high school, I was lying on the living room floor reading through a Christmas cantata the ward choir was singing that year. There began to form in my mind words for a narration for the cantata. I was surprised, but thought little of it and did nothing.
As a newlywed, some older women in my ward asked me to join them in writing and producing programs for the ward. Wherever would they get the idea that I could write or perform anything?
Years later I found a poem I wrote to my mother when I was 12 years old. I was surprised at my use of word play, even then.
I still do not think of myself as a writer, but over the years of my life I have written a few programs, speeches, silly word plays, and even poetry. I did not know it was in me; I simply did what I was asked to do.
It has made me wonder what seeds are in each of us that may go unrecognized, that with time, experience and opportunity, might blossom into something bigger and grander than we can imagine?
We might hold seeds of talents untouched. We might hold seeds of personality traits undeveloped. Who can know what a grand and glorious person we could become? or what possibilities lie within us?
C.S. Lewis wrote,
“There are no ordinary people.
You have never talked to a mere mortal.”
Do you ever wonder, who are you really?
And what might you become?
As a newlywed, some older women in my ward asked me to join them in writing and producing programs for the ward. Wherever would they get the idea that I could write or perform anything?
Years later I found a poem I wrote to my mother when I was 12 years old. I was surprised at my use of word play, even then.
I still do not think of myself as a writer, but over the years of my life I have written a few programs, speeches, silly word plays, and even poetry. I did not know it was in me; I simply did what I was asked to do.
It has made me wonder what seeds are in each of us that may go unrecognized, that with time, experience and opportunity, might blossom into something bigger and grander than we can imagine?
We might hold seeds of talents untouched. We might hold seeds of personality traits undeveloped. Who can know what a grand and glorious person we could become? or what possibilities lie within us?
C.S. Lewis wrote,
“There are no ordinary people.
You have never talked to a mere mortal.”
Do you ever wonder, who are you really?
And what might you become?
Change in Pressure
To Be Constant
When I was growing up, my father had a barometer hanging on his bedroom wall. A barometer measures the changes in external air pressure, predicting weather changes, and it helped Dad know if it was a good day to fly his small aircraft.
I was always fascinated with this instrument. I have since wondered if we aren't sometimes like a barometer, and change with the pressures outside ourselves. I hear a lot of talk about 'peer pressure' as if it's a given. I never felt slave to it, choosing instead to follow an internal compass, but know that we are affected a great deal by the climate around us.
I like to think about those for whom the external pressure changed drastically, and yet they were constant: Adam, Abraham, Job, Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, Joseph Smith, Joseph F. Smith (“true blue, through and through”), and Sir Thomas More, to name a few.
Robert Bolt, in my favorite play A Man For All Seasons, describes the self as “an equivocal commodity.” His main character, Sir Thomas More, says: “We speak of being anchored to our principles. But if the weather turns nasty you up with an anchor, let it down where there’s less wind, and the fishing’s better. And ‘look,' we say, 'look, I’m anchored.'”
Sir Thomas More didn't move his anchor when the tides and winds changed, and was executed because of it when he refused to utter the words that would have saved his life but were contrary to his beliefs.
The moral climate of the world has changed a great deal in my lifetime. Sometimes it can change in a moment.
One virtue we seldom hear about any more is constancy, the quality of staying true to one's self and one's beliefs no matter the pressures outside.
I suspect it's a virtue the Lord values.
“We do not have to live, but we must be true to ourselves and God.”
When I was growing up, my father had a barometer hanging on his bedroom wall. A barometer measures the changes in external air pressure, predicting weather changes, and it helped Dad know if it was a good day to fly his small aircraft.
I was always fascinated with this instrument. I have since wondered if we aren't sometimes like a barometer, and change with the pressures outside ourselves. I hear a lot of talk about 'peer pressure' as if it's a given. I never felt slave to it, choosing instead to follow an internal compass, but know that we are affected a great deal by the climate around us.
I like to think about those for whom the external pressure changed drastically, and yet they were constant: Adam, Abraham, Job, Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, Joseph Smith, Joseph F. Smith (“true blue, through and through”), and Sir Thomas More, to name a few.
Robert Bolt, in my favorite play A Man For All Seasons, describes the self as “an equivocal commodity.” His main character, Sir Thomas More, says: “We speak of being anchored to our principles. But if the weather turns nasty you up with an anchor, let it down where there’s less wind, and the fishing’s better. And ‘look,' we say, 'look, I’m anchored.'”
Sir Thomas More didn't move his anchor when the tides and winds changed, and was executed because of it when he refused to utter the words that would have saved his life but were contrary to his beliefs.
The moral climate of the world has changed a great deal in my lifetime. Sometimes it can change in a moment.
One virtue we seldom hear about any more is constancy, the quality of staying true to one's self and one's beliefs no matter the pressures outside.
I suspect it's a virtue the Lord values.
“We do not have to live, but we must be true to ourselves and God.”
Integrity, the Crowning Jewel
If I were to choose a favorite Young Women value, it would be integrity. And not just because I like the color purple.
Integrity. Integrate. Integral. Integer --to be whole or complete.
In all of us, there is a gap between what we know and what we do. The gap can be small or large, depending on the person or the issue. To me, that gap, or break in the wholeness, is a lack of integrity.
Have you ever found yourself saying, "I know I should do that, but...." ? That's a sure sign of a gap. Sometimes we feel guilty about that gap; sometimes we don't. Sometimes guilt leads us to do something about that gap; sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes we don't even recognize the gap.
Jesus came to earth to accomplish the Atonement, the at-one-ment, to help us bridge the gaps and become whole, or perfect. When we integrate the values, principles and attributes of perfection, when we do that which we know to do, then we come together in a whole and complete, or perfected being. We can’t do that completely on our own or in this life, but we can try.
When the Primary song, "I Am a Child of God" was first written, the chorus said, 'Teach me all that I must know to live with Him someday."
Spencer W. Kimball asked that it be changed to "Teach me all that I must do," as a reminder that it's not enough to know.
It has since been suggested that we change it again, to "Teach me all that I must be," to teach us that we must, on the inside and out, be, as Jesus taught, "Even as I Am."
To be honest with ourselves, with others, and with God --
to live as we know, --that is integrity.
To rephrase an old saying,
There are many tools of perfection,
but integrity is the handle of them all.
"Do not write a check with your tongue that your actions cannot cash." Neal A. Maxwell
Integrity. Integrate. Integral. Integer --to be whole or complete.
In all of us, there is a gap between what we know and what we do. The gap can be small or large, depending on the person or the issue. To me, that gap, or break in the wholeness, is a lack of integrity.
Have you ever found yourself saying, "I know I should do that, but...." ? That's a sure sign of a gap. Sometimes we feel guilty about that gap; sometimes we don't. Sometimes guilt leads us to do something about that gap; sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes we don't even recognize the gap.
Jesus came to earth to accomplish the Atonement, the at-one-ment, to help us bridge the gaps and become whole, or perfect. When we integrate the values, principles and attributes of perfection, when we do that which we know to do, then we come together in a whole and complete, or perfected being. We can’t do that completely on our own or in this life, but we can try.
When the Primary song, "I Am a Child of God" was first written, the chorus said, 'Teach me all that I must know to live with Him someday."
Spencer W. Kimball asked that it be changed to "Teach me all that I must do," as a reminder that it's not enough to know.
It has since been suggested that we change it again, to "Teach me all that I must be," to teach us that we must, on the inside and out, be, as Jesus taught, "Even as I Am."
To be honest with ourselves, with others, and with God --
to live as we know, --that is integrity.
To rephrase an old saying,
There are many tools of perfection,
but integrity is the handle of them all.
"Do not write a check with your tongue that your actions cannot cash." Neal A. Maxwell
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Prayer; It's the Real Thing
There was a movie in the 1970's called "Oh, God!" starring George Burns as God. He appeared to a mortal (John Denver) and wanted him to tell the world that he, God, was alive and well.
One of the questions he was asked was, "Do you listen to everyone's prayers?"
His answer was something like, "Oh, no, just the ones that mean it."
There is a difference between saying a prayer and praying.
I thought it made sense that God heard only the ones we really mean, the ones prayed "with all energy of heart."
I was surprised when a teacher once asked, "When you pray, do you expect an answer?" At the time, my honest answer was, No, I don't think I do.
Fast forward a few years to a quote I found:
"There is not a single prayer offered by young or by old, offered in times past or in the present, or ever will be offered by any of Heavenly Father's children, that will not be heard and answered in the due time of the Lord." (Author Unknown)
I don't pretend to know how prayer works, but it has ceased to be a stumbling block to me. I'm glad that I've lived long enough to learn that prayers are heard, and answered, --even mine, and that at any given moment we have a Father in heaven anxious to hear from us.
I love what Julie Wang, a convert from Taiwan said.
She said, "I pray like this. I say, 'Hello, God, this is Julie Wang.'
Then I wait, and He says, 'Hello, Julie.'"
It's nice to know there's Someone on the other end of the line.
No time for God?
What fools we are,
To clutter up our lives with common things,
And leave without the Lord of Life.
Take time for God,
Or a poor misshapen thing you'll be
To step into Eternity and say,
'I had no time for Thee.'"
Anonymous
One of the questions he was asked was, "Do you listen to everyone's prayers?"
His answer was something like, "Oh, no, just the ones that mean it."
There is a difference between saying a prayer and praying.
I thought it made sense that God heard only the ones we really mean, the ones prayed "with all energy of heart."
I was surprised when a teacher once asked, "When you pray, do you expect an answer?" At the time, my honest answer was, No, I don't think I do.
Fast forward a few years to a quote I found:
"There is not a single prayer offered by young or by old, offered in times past or in the present, or ever will be offered by any of Heavenly Father's children, that will not be heard and answered in the due time of the Lord." (Author Unknown)
I don't pretend to know how prayer works, but it has ceased to be a stumbling block to me. I'm glad that I've lived long enough to learn that prayers are heard, and answered, --even mine, and that at any given moment we have a Father in heaven anxious to hear from us.
I love what Julie Wang, a convert from Taiwan said.
She said, "I pray like this. I say, 'Hello, God, this is Julie Wang.'
Then I wait, and He says, 'Hello, Julie.'"
It's nice to know there's Someone on the other end of the line.
No time for God?
What fools we are,
To clutter up our lives with common things,
And leave without the Lord of Life.
Take time for God,
Or a poor misshapen thing you'll be
To step into Eternity and say,
'I had no time for Thee.'"
Anonymous
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tagged
When I realized the list was six things, not four, I about gave up.
I don't think I could do a "100 Things about Me" list!
Without a lot of thought, here goes:
Six Weird Things about Me:
1. I eat rice cakes in bed at night, and if I still can't sleep I have hot apple cider and buttered graham crackers.
2. I don't like to be called "Mrs. Sauter" because I feel like I'm not old enough.
3. I prefer to wash my hair in the sink, not the shower or bathtub.
4. I feel like I'm in the same mood almost all the time.
5. I always wait until the last minute to buy a birthday present.
6. I love mellowcreme pumpkins and think chocolate ruins everything.
(Does admitting I can't ever remember how to spell "weird" count?
Also, I like peanut butter toast with Miracle Whip.)
Six Things that Make Me Happy (right now):
1. Brownies
2. Going places I've never been.
3. Falling asleep on the couch after work.
4. Seeing my grown children be friends.
5. The last 50 pages of a good book.
6. Studying up on a topic.
I did it!
Don't make me deaf with your thunderous applause, please.
I don't think I could do a "100 Things about Me" list!
Without a lot of thought, here goes:
Six Weird Things about Me:
1. I eat rice cakes in bed at night, and if I still can't sleep I have hot apple cider and buttered graham crackers.
2. I don't like to be called "Mrs. Sauter" because I feel like I'm not old enough.
3. I prefer to wash my hair in the sink, not the shower or bathtub.
4. I feel like I'm in the same mood almost all the time.
5. I always wait until the last minute to buy a birthday present.
6. I love mellowcreme pumpkins and think chocolate ruins everything.
(Does admitting I can't ever remember how to spell "weird" count?
Also, I like peanut butter toast with Miracle Whip.)
Six Things that Make Me Happy (right now):
1. Brownies
2. Going places I've never been.
3. Falling asleep on the couch after work.
4. Seeing my grown children be friends.
5. The last 50 pages of a good book.
6. Studying up on a topic.
And, of course, blogging--when I'm in the mood.
I did it!
Don't make me deaf with your thunderous applause, please.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Grass IS Greener
Thoughts on my return home:
Florida is skinny.
It takes 2 hours to cross the state; it takes 2 days to cross Texas.
Florida is green.
Texas is brown.
Florida is flat.
Texas is too, but Florida is lush and beautiful.
Florida has lots of water -- seas, gulfs, lakes, bays, inlets, waterways, rivers, everglades, etc.
Texas has a few ugly man-made lakes.
Texas is bordered on one side by the Gulf of Mexico.
Florida is too, but surrounded by the beautiful Atlantic Ocean on the other.
I think there might be more yachts in Florida than there are longhorns in Texas.
My skin loves Florida, but my hair hates it.
I was happy when I lived in Las Vegas, until I drove out of the city. When I realized I was living in a desolate desert, I’d ask myself, Why am I living here?
I’m happy enough living in Texas, but when I saw Florida, I asked myself again, Why am I living here?
Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side.
In Florida we experienced the four theme parks, resorts and Downtown of Walt Disney World, saw Cape Canaveral and the Kennedy Space Center, rode airboats through the Everglades and water taxis through city canals, drove the amazing Florida Keys, 25 degrees from the equator, ate alligator and papaya, saw beach after beach, water park after amusement park, and fun thing after fun thing to see and do.
There’s very little to do in Texas.
If we had kids traveling with us, they would have been endlessly entertained just in the car by counting the number of toll booths on the turnpikes, of license plates from all different states, of foreign languages heard and people met from Canada, alligators and egrets, and even by playing the alphabet game since Florida seems adept at getting those hard letters on their license plates.
Alas, I am home again in Texas.
The grass isn’t green, but it’s home.
And I got to cross a few things off my list of Things I Want to See or Do Before I Die.
Maybe you are green with envy.
Maybe someday you will get to go to Florida, where the grass is green.
Florida is skinny.
It takes 2 hours to cross the state; it takes 2 days to cross Texas.
Florida is green.
Texas is brown.
Florida is flat.
Texas is too, but Florida is lush and beautiful.
Florida has lots of water -- seas, gulfs, lakes, bays, inlets, waterways, rivers, everglades, etc.
Texas has a few ugly man-made lakes.
Texas is bordered on one side by the Gulf of Mexico.
Florida is too, but surrounded by the beautiful Atlantic Ocean on the other.
I think there might be more yachts in Florida than there are longhorns in Texas.
My skin loves Florida, but my hair hates it.
I was happy when I lived in Las Vegas, until I drove out of the city. When I realized I was living in a desolate desert, I’d ask myself, Why am I living here?
I’m happy enough living in Texas, but when I saw Florida, I asked myself again, Why am I living here?
Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side.
In Florida we experienced the four theme parks, resorts and Downtown of Walt Disney World, saw Cape Canaveral and the Kennedy Space Center, rode airboats through the Everglades and water taxis through city canals, drove the amazing Florida Keys, 25 degrees from the equator, ate alligator and papaya, saw beach after beach, water park after amusement park, and fun thing after fun thing to see and do.
There’s very little to do in Texas.
If we had kids traveling with us, they would have been endlessly entertained just in the car by counting the number of toll booths on the turnpikes, of license plates from all different states, of foreign languages heard and people met from Canada, alligators and egrets, and even by playing the alphabet game since Florida seems adept at getting those hard letters on their license plates.
Alas, I am home again in Texas.
The grass isn’t green, but it’s home.
And I got to cross a few things off my list of Things I Want to See or Do Before I Die.
Maybe you are green with envy.
Maybe someday you will get to go to Florida, where the grass is green.
I certainly hope so. It's a beautiful and fun place to go--that is, when there's not a hurricane.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
TTFN
The Travel Bug has bitten and I'm off again. This time for Florida for two weeks and for my very first time. We will do Disney World, visit my long-lost brother-in-law, and drive through the Everglades to Key West. I'm stoked.
Whenever my sister-in-law would leave on one of her many trips, she would leave a note on her fridge telling her children that if anything happened to her, to be sure they got married in the temple. Well, her children, and mine who are married, are all married in the temple. I wonder what she says to them now.
Whether we travel across the country or across town, something could happen to any one of us at any time. What message would we like to leave our loved ones?
I would want to leave a note so my children would know that the Gospel is the most important thing in life, and it is worth every sacrifice in giving it your all.
I do have a sign on my fridge. It says, "You can't fire the cook; slaves must be sold."
No, not that one. It says "Let there be No Empty Chairs in our Heavenly Home."
It would be my hope that my children would be clean and dressed, spotless and in white, and present to share in that heavenly feast.
So, TTFN (ta ta for now), and I hope to see you soon.
If not, then I'll be holding your seat at the table!
Whenever my sister-in-law would leave on one of her many trips, she would leave a note on her fridge telling her children that if anything happened to her, to be sure they got married in the temple. Well, her children, and mine who are married, are all married in the temple. I wonder what she says to them now.
Whether we travel across the country or across town, something could happen to any one of us at any time. What message would we like to leave our loved ones?
I would want to leave a note so my children would know that the Gospel is the most important thing in life, and it is worth every sacrifice in giving it your all.
I do have a sign on my fridge. It says, "You can't fire the cook; slaves must be sold."
No, not that one. It says "Let there be No Empty Chairs in our Heavenly Home."
It would be my hope that my children would be clean and dressed, spotless and in white, and present to share in that heavenly feast.
So, TTFN (ta ta for now), and I hope to see you soon.
If not, then I'll be holding your seat at the table!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Standards
We just had our stake Young Women basketball tournament. I’m always surprised how many girls come out to play basketball. It’s a sport I have never enjoyed playing; I don’t think any of my girls liked it either.
Maybe I would have like it better if they lowered the standard so I could make more baskets. It was just too high. I have since learned that they almost never lower the standard for any age or circumstance. It is called a standard for a reason: because it is always set at a standard height.
I like that word “standard”. It reminds me of the standards we are supposed to be living. We wish those standards could be lowered to a level that is easier to reach. But those standards never change—not for any age or circumstance. They are Celestial standards; they are God's standards. It is not meant for them to come down to us; it is for us to come up to them.
I love the promises given in the pamphlet, For the Strength of YOUth, to those who try to live the standards:
▪ You will be able to do your life’s work with greater wisdom and skill.
▪ You will feel good about your self.
▪ You will be a positive influence in the lives of others.
▪ Your opportunities and strength will be increased.
▪ Your vision will be expanded.
▪ The Lord will make much more out of your life than you can by yourself.
▪ He will give you the help you need to meet your trials and challenges.
▪ You will have the help of the Holy Ghost.
▪ You will find true joy as you come to know the Lord and feel His love for you.
▪ You will build the Kingdom of God and prepare the world for the Second Coming.
Are the standards set too high?
I don’t think so.
Look at what points we can score.
Look at the Game we can win.
It will take some practice, and some high reaching,
but I’m ready to play.
A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning
Maybe I would have like it better if they lowered the standard so I could make more baskets. It was just too high. I have since learned that they almost never lower the standard for any age or circumstance. It is called a standard for a reason: because it is always set at a standard height.
I like that word “standard”. It reminds me of the standards we are supposed to be living. We wish those standards could be lowered to a level that is easier to reach. But those standards never change—not for any age or circumstance. They are Celestial standards; they are God's standards. It is not meant for them to come down to us; it is for us to come up to them.
I love the promises given in the pamphlet, For the Strength of YOUth, to those who try to live the standards:
▪ You will be able to do your life’s work with greater wisdom and skill.
▪ You will feel good about your self.
▪ You will be a positive influence in the lives of others.
▪ Your opportunities and strength will be increased.
▪ Your vision will be expanded.
▪ The Lord will make much more out of your life than you can by yourself.
▪ He will give you the help you need to meet your trials and challenges.
▪ You will have the help of the Holy Ghost.
▪ You will find true joy as you come to know the Lord and feel His love for you.
▪ You will build the Kingdom of God and prepare the world for the Second Coming.
Are the standards set too high?
I don’t think so.
Look at what points we can score.
Look at the Game we can win.
It will take some practice, and some high reaching,
but I’m ready to play.
A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning
Friday, January 26, 2007
Bite-Size Lessons
Today I came across a children’s book called COOKIES - Bite-Size Life Lessons — a book that uses cookies to teach virtues!
I don’t know what I would have thought if I hadn’t chosen the word "Virtues" to focus on this year, but because I did, I thought this book was written just for me.
Here’s a few examples from the book by Amy Krouse Rosenthal:
COOPERATION means “How about you add the chips while I stir?”
PATIENT means waiting and waiting for the cookies to be done. "Aren't I waiting so nicely?"
MODEST means you don’t run around telling everyone you make the best cookies, even if you do.
RESPECT means offering the very first cookie to your grandmother.
PESSIMIST means “How awful how absolutely dreadful I have only half my cookie left."
OPTIMISTIC means “This is great – I still have half my cookie left."
ENVY means “I can’t stop looking at your cookie – it looks better than my cookie. Boy, I wish it were mine."
TRUSTWORTHY means "If you ask me to hold your cookie until you come back, when you come back, I will still be holding your cookie."
COURAGE means "It was not easy for me to tell you that I took the cookie, but I took a deep breath . . .and made the words come out."
WISE means “I used to think I knew everything about cookies, but now I realize I know about one teeny chip’s worth.”
I've found that as I have pondered and tried to implement virtues more consistently in my life, the word that keeps coming to my mind is discipline. Our natural self wants to be selfish, mean, envious and lazy, and it’s hard work to do the opposite. It takes great discipline to be virtuous!
From the same root word comes discipline and disciple. And isn’t that what we are trying to do in being virtuous, to be a disciple of Christ? --To follow Him, to be like Him, so we can live with Him? For a mere mortal, it isn't easy.
Discipline is a virtue in and of itself, but without it there is no virtue at all.
That's my bite-size lesson for today.
Now I think I'll go have a cookie.
I'm trying to be like Jesus. I'm following in His way.
I'm trying to love as He loved, in all that I do and say.
I don’t know what I would have thought if I hadn’t chosen the word "Virtues" to focus on this year, but because I did, I thought this book was written just for me.
Here’s a few examples from the book by Amy Krouse Rosenthal:
COOPERATION means “How about you add the chips while I stir?”
PATIENT means waiting and waiting for the cookies to be done. "Aren't I waiting so nicely?"
MODEST means you don’t run around telling everyone you make the best cookies, even if you do.
RESPECT means offering the very first cookie to your grandmother.
PESSIMIST means “How awful how absolutely dreadful I have only half my cookie left."
OPTIMISTIC means “This is great – I still have half my cookie left."
ENVY means “I can’t stop looking at your cookie – it looks better than my cookie. Boy, I wish it were mine."
TRUSTWORTHY means "If you ask me to hold your cookie until you come back, when you come back, I will still be holding your cookie."
COURAGE means "It was not easy for me to tell you that I took the cookie, but I took a deep breath . . .and made the words come out."
WISE means “I used to think I knew everything about cookies, but now I realize I know about one teeny chip’s worth.”
Aren't those great, simple bite-sized lessons anyone can learn?
Why, then, is it so difficult to do?I've found that as I have pondered and tried to implement virtues more consistently in my life, the word that keeps coming to my mind is discipline. Our natural self wants to be selfish, mean, envious and lazy, and it’s hard work to do the opposite. It takes great discipline to be virtuous!
From the same root word comes discipline and disciple. And isn’t that what we are trying to do in being virtuous, to be a disciple of Christ? --To follow Him, to be like Him, so we can live with Him? For a mere mortal, it isn't easy.
Discipline is a virtue in and of itself, but without it there is no virtue at all.
That's my bite-size lesson for today.
Now I think I'll go have a cookie.
I'm trying to be like Jesus. I'm following in His way.
I'm trying to love as He loved, in all that I do and say.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Will We Know Him?
During a recent Sunday School lesson on the birth of the Savior, I wondered anew: if I had lived at the time of Christ, would I have known who He was?
I'm always a bit unsettled by the popular fictional story of two men who are interviewed about what they know of Jesus Christ, and when a third man is called in, he falls to his knees, recognizing that the interviewer is Jesus.
I've taken some comfort in the thought that if we recognize Him as the Savior now, we probably would have then.
Until today.
My institute teacher suggested that though most members of the Church believe Jesus is the Christ, few really know Him. I fear he's right. I fear lest I be one of them.
As an example, we read Third Nephi 11, where the Risen Christ appears to the prophet-heeding, temple-attending, spared righteous Nephites in America.
Note:
It has been said that this event portends the Lord's Second Coming.
I have to wonder again, will I know Him when He comes?
And, how can I come to know Him now?
And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God,
and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent. John 17:3
I'm always a bit unsettled by the popular fictional story of two men who are interviewed about what they know of Jesus Christ, and when a third man is called in, he falls to his knees, recognizing that the interviewer is Jesus.
I've taken some comfort in the thought that if we recognize Him as the Savior now, we probably would have then.
Until today.
My institute teacher suggested that though most members of the Church believe Jesus is the Christ, few really know Him. I fear he's right. I fear lest I be one of them.
As an example, we read Third Nephi 11, where the Risen Christ appears to the prophet-heeding, temple-attending, spared righteous Nephites in America.
Note:
- After many signs and wonders, there was a voice from heaven. The people didn't understand it until the third time the unknown voice spoke.
- They saw a Man descending out of heaven; they didn't know who it was.
- Jesus identified Himself, and they fell to the earth, for whatever reason.
- He invited each one to feel the nailprints in His hands. Only then did they truly believe it was Him.
- Only then did they shout "Hosannah" which means, God save us now. Did they not understand He had already saved them?
It has been said that this event portends the Lord's Second Coming.
I have to wonder again, will I know Him when He comes?
And, how can I come to know Him now?
And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God,
and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent. John 17:3
Sunday, January 21, 2007
First Anniversary
I cannot let the day end without acknowledging that it's my anniversary. One year ago today my blog was born. Happy Birthday, Blog!
Just for fun, I thought I'd recap my past year, in no particular order:
I wrote 110 blogs.
I got put into a new ward.
I served in the stake Young Women for 16 units spreading into Oklahoma.
I made more money this year than ever before in this job.
I got out of debt, and have kept a tight rein on it.
I helped open a new store for the first time.
I finally got to see Phantom of the Opera on stage.
I worked quilt shows in Utah, Washington, Kansas and Texas.
I became a grandmother for the 9th time.
I got an iPod.
I did a handspring.
I went to a high school reunion for the first time.
I got my first X-Box so I could play DDR.
I learned I have high cholesterol, after being low all my life.
I got my first passport.
I took my first cruise, to places I've never been.
It was the first time my 8 children and their spouses but not their kids got together just for fun.
I went parasailing.
I went to Hawaii where I rode my first helicopter, catamaran, and kayak.
I had my first Christmas morning with no children at home.
I made some new blogging friends.
I reconnected with some very old friends.
Things I did NOT do:
Clean a single closet.
Empty a single box.
Find myself.
But I did a lot of fun things, had a lot of firsts, enjoyed my family, counted my blessings, and got to blog about some of it.
All in all, it was a very good year.
Just for fun, I thought I'd recap my past year, in no particular order:
I wrote 110 blogs.
I got put into a new ward.
I served in the stake Young Women for 16 units spreading into Oklahoma.
I made more money this year than ever before in this job.
I got out of debt, and have kept a tight rein on it.
I helped open a new store for the first time.
I finally got to see Phantom of the Opera on stage.
I worked quilt shows in Utah, Washington, Kansas and Texas.
I became a grandmother for the 9th time.
I got an iPod.
I did a handspring.
I went to a high school reunion for the first time.
I got my first X-Box so I could play DDR.
I learned I have high cholesterol, after being low all my life.
I got my first passport.
I took my first cruise, to places I've never been.
It was the first time my 8 children and their spouses but not their kids got together just for fun.
I went parasailing.
I went to Hawaii where I rode my first helicopter, catamaran, and kayak.
I had my first Christmas morning with no children at home.
I made some new blogging friends.
I reconnected with some very old friends.
Things I did NOT do:
Clean a single closet.
Empty a single box.
Find myself.
But I did a lot of fun things, had a lot of firsts, enjoyed my family, counted my blessings, and got to blog about some of it.
All in all, it was a very good year.
Who can find....?
I am intrigued by Michelle/Ali/Jenn’s idea of choosing one word to focus on this year. I like the idea that instead of working towards (failing at) a goal, you can look to making some progress.
I serve in Young Women and the Mutual theme this year is:
“…let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly…”
We usually think of virtue as chastity, but there are many virtues that make up a good and moral character.
While yet a young man, Benjamin Franklin made a list of thirteen virtues that he felt were an important guide for living. He wrote each virtue on a page in a small book that he kept with him most of his life. He would select one virtue to focus on each week, but every day he checked the entire list to see how he was doing.
When the Lord asks us to let virtue garnish our thoughts unceasingly, surely he meant for all good things to be in our minds and in our hearts continually. Ben Franklin came close to what the Lord had in mind in thinking about virtues every day, and of having a plan to improve them in his life.
President Hinckley has said,
"You may not be a genius. But you can be good, and you can try."
The word I will have on my mind this year is
Maybe that is more than one word. There are many virtues. I've already made a very long list.
Holy writ asks, "Who can find a virtuous woman?"
I hope I can answer, "Right here."
In the hour since I’ve made this decision, I’ve already hit the wall several times and seen how far I am from any ideal or perfection in any virtue. Maybe it will be a year of just magnifying my faults.
Hopefully awareness will lead to improvement.
Certainly trying is a virtue.
If there is anything virtuous, lovely or of good report, we will seek after these things.
I serve in Young Women and the Mutual theme this year is:
“…let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly…”
We usually think of virtue as chastity, but there are many virtues that make up a good and moral character.
While yet a young man, Benjamin Franklin made a list of thirteen virtues that he felt were an important guide for living. He wrote each virtue on a page in a small book that he kept with him most of his life. He would select one virtue to focus on each week, but every day he checked the entire list to see how he was doing.
When the Lord asks us to let virtue garnish our thoughts unceasingly, surely he meant for all good things to be in our minds and in our hearts continually. Ben Franklin came close to what the Lord had in mind in thinking about virtues every day, and of having a plan to improve them in his life.
President Hinckley has said,
"You may not be a genius. But you can be good, and you can try."
The word I will have on my mind this year is
Virtues
Maybe that is more than one word. There are many virtues. I've already made a very long list.
Holy writ asks, "Who can find a virtuous woman?"
I hope I can answer, "Right here."
In the hour since I’ve made this decision, I’ve already hit the wall several times and seen how far I am from any ideal or perfection in any virtue. Maybe it will be a year of just magnifying my faults.
Hopefully awareness will lead to improvement.
Certainly trying is a virtue.
If there is anything virtuous, lovely or of good report, we will seek after these things.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Funerals
Today I went to a funeral. I'm one of those odd ducks that likes funerals. For me it makes it all very real: life, and death.
I heard once that until you face death as a reality--that it really really will happen-- you don't know how to live.
I tried it, and "they" were right. It put into focus for me those things that matter, and those things that really don't.
It is a focus that quickly and easily blurs or fades. We need funerals and weekly sermons to help us get our focus back.
At every funeral a picture is painted of the life of the deceased.
I often wonder if that person could come back and give a rebuttal, what things they would correct, or add, or what emphasis they would change. Unless we write our own eulogy, we don't get to do that.
Most people don't know our inner thoughts, our dreams, our hopes, our wishes. They don't know what we wanted to do but didn't, or what we wished our life could have been. The only thing we leave for people to talk about is what we actually did. I'd rather be known for my good intentions, but that isn't what obituaries are made of.
I sometimes wonder what people will say about me at my funeral. But I don't worry about it.
It seems that no matter how mean you were, or how much of a bum you were, they always find something nice to say.
I heard a guy at his grandmother's funeral pray, God, you'll have your hands full with her. Wasn't that a nice way of saying it?
It's trite but true, most of us don't get out of here alive.
And we really truly don't take much with us.
We won't need a swimming suit or sunscreen for this journey.
I hope we pack what matters.
I heard once that until you face death as a reality--that it really really will happen-- you don't know how to live.
I tried it, and "they" were right. It put into focus for me those things that matter, and those things that really don't.
It is a focus that quickly and easily blurs or fades. We need funerals and weekly sermons to help us get our focus back.
At every funeral a picture is painted of the life of the deceased.
I often wonder if that person could come back and give a rebuttal, what things they would correct, or add, or what emphasis they would change. Unless we write our own eulogy, we don't get to do that.
Most people don't know our inner thoughts, our dreams, our hopes, our wishes. They don't know what we wanted to do but didn't, or what we wished our life could have been. The only thing we leave for people to talk about is what we actually did. I'd rather be known for my good intentions, but that isn't what obituaries are made of.
I sometimes wonder what people will say about me at my funeral. But I don't worry about it.
It seems that no matter how mean you were, or how much of a bum you were, they always find something nice to say.
I heard a guy at his grandmother's funeral pray, God, you'll have your hands full with her. Wasn't that a nice way of saying it?
It's trite but true, most of us don't get out of here alive.
And we really truly don't take much with us.
We won't need a swimming suit or sunscreen for this journey.
I hope we pack what matters.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Stay-at-home Moms
Staying home with small children is often considered a low point in life. We feel slovenly and wasted and unimportant. It's a stage we wish would pass quickly so we can get on with real life.
From my perspective, it is one of the best stages of life, and it makes me sad that so many mothers don't enjoy it while they're in it.
So I started a list of Good Things about Being Home with Kids.
It's a first draft, not polished or complete or even well thought-out, but I'm putting it out there for others to debate or add to.
Feel free. It's a work in progress.
GOOD THINGS ABOUT BEING HOME WITH KIDS
1. You get to be the queen of your own domain, to set up your castle and make the rules, and have loyal, if loud and messy, subjects.
2. Your kids will never be cuter, or more forgiveable.
3. Your kids think you know everything (you will get dumber with age) and that you can fix and do anything.
4. You may be exhausted and dowdy, but you can handle things--referee the fights, heal the wounds, fix broken toys and hearts, etc.
5. Little children are easy to please.
6. You are bigger than they are, so you win.
7. If you think they don’t listen to you now, wait until they’re teenagers.
8. You will never be smarter or wiser, in their eyes or yours.
9. You can put penny candy and dollar junk in their Christmas stockings and they’ll be delighted.
10. You usually know where they are, unless you take them somewhere (except Angela).
11. They may be expensive, but they’ll never be cheaper to feed, clothe or entertain.
12. You can pick them up, hug them tight, hold them on your lap, and even tickle them.
13. They laugh with their whole body.
14. Their eyes light up.
15. They believe what you say.
16. They are reason to buy the newest cold cereal.
17. You are everything to them; soon enough you will be a cipher in the snow, the gum on the bottom of a shoe, so low you will have to look up to see the ground.
18. They leap out of bed in the morning and do much more than be a couch potato.
19. They get excited about things.
20. They’re not too cool to try things.
21. They’ll eat mac and cheese and hot dogs and pbj's and fish sticks.
22. Holidays are way more fun.
23. It takes a lot of their little clothes to make a load of wash.
24. They’re easily entertained.
25. They give you kisses and let you kiss them.
26. You can say no to things you don't want to do b/c of the kids.
27. You are a better person because you have to set the example.
28. You don't have someone else telling you when and what to do, and keeping you from the park or the pool or roller-skating or nothing at all.
29. You get the privilege of living your life for something outside yourself, for others.
30. It's just more fun than just about any other job.
From my perspective, it is one of the best stages of life, and it makes me sad that so many mothers don't enjoy it while they're in it.
So I started a list of Good Things about Being Home with Kids.
It's a first draft, not polished or complete or even well thought-out, but I'm putting it out there for others to debate or add to.
Feel free. It's a work in progress.
GOOD THINGS ABOUT BEING HOME WITH KIDS
1. You get to be the queen of your own domain, to set up your castle and make the rules, and have loyal, if loud and messy, subjects.
2. Your kids will never be cuter, or more forgiveable.
3. Your kids think you know everything (you will get dumber with age) and that you can fix and do anything.
4. You may be exhausted and dowdy, but you can handle things--referee the fights, heal the wounds, fix broken toys and hearts, etc.
5. Little children are easy to please.
6. You are bigger than they are, so you win.
7. If you think they don’t listen to you now, wait until they’re teenagers.
8. You will never be smarter or wiser, in their eyes or yours.
9. You can put penny candy and dollar junk in their Christmas stockings and they’ll be delighted.
10. You usually know where they are, unless you take them somewhere (except Angela).
11. They may be expensive, but they’ll never be cheaper to feed, clothe or entertain.
12. You can pick them up, hug them tight, hold them on your lap, and even tickle them.
13. They laugh with their whole body.
14. Their eyes light up.
15. They believe what you say.
16. They are reason to buy the newest cold cereal.
17. You are everything to them; soon enough you will be a cipher in the snow, the gum on the bottom of a shoe, so low you will have to look up to see the ground.
18. They leap out of bed in the morning and do much more than be a couch potato.
19. They get excited about things.
20. They’re not too cool to try things.
21. They’ll eat mac and cheese and hot dogs and pbj's and fish sticks.
22. Holidays are way more fun.
23. It takes a lot of their little clothes to make a load of wash.
24. They’re easily entertained.
25. They give you kisses and let you kiss them.
26. You can say no to things you don't want to do b/c of the kids.
27. You are a better person because you have to set the example.
28. You don't have someone else telling you when and what to do, and keeping you from the park or the pool or roller-skating or nothing at all.
29. You get the privilege of living your life for something outside yourself, for others.
30. It's just more fun than just about any other job.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
A Piece of Quiet
My new 2007 Mary Engelbreit calendar is called A Piece of Quiet,
and it has quotes each month about rest, repose and relaxation.
I wonder if it could be possible this year.
I thought when my children left home my life would be quiet.
Last year was my busiest year yet, even after two daughters’ weddings the year before.
What kept me so busy?
Work. The business is getting more demanding, but we’re not hiring more people. We opened a new store in Utah for which I did much of the planning, ordering, packing, setting up, and getting it up and running. I worked shows in Kansas, Salt Lake City, Seattle, and Houston—some of the hardest work I’ve done.
Travel. In addition to shows, I was lucky enough to travel to Utah a couple of times, to Hawaii, and on a Mexican cruise with my family. It was all fun, but put me even farther behind and added to my busy-ness.
Church calling. Being in stake Young Women isn’t always busy, but it’s pretty big stuff when we are. With 16 units to orient, train, and attend ward conferences for, plus the pioneer trek we did, the dances, activities and meetings, stake auxiliary training and YW Recognition, it adds up.
Will it be different this year?
Well, I still have my calling, my job, and travel plans. I'll be working fewer shows and won’t have a store to open, but otherwise, not too different.
But maybe my calendar will remind me to slow down and smell the roses.
Maybe, amidst the busyness, I'll take time to rest.
Rest
is not idleness;
and to lie sometimes on the grass
under trees on a summer day,
listening to the murmur of the water
or watching the clouds float across the sky
is by no means
a waste of time.
--J Lubbock
and it has quotes each month about rest, repose and relaxation.
I wonder if it could be possible this year.
I thought when my children left home my life would be quiet.
Last year was my busiest year yet, even after two daughters’ weddings the year before.
What kept me so busy?
Work. The business is getting more demanding, but we’re not hiring more people. We opened a new store in Utah for which I did much of the planning, ordering, packing, setting up, and getting it up and running. I worked shows in Kansas, Salt Lake City, Seattle, and Houston—some of the hardest work I’ve done.
Travel. In addition to shows, I was lucky enough to travel to Utah a couple of times, to Hawaii, and on a Mexican cruise with my family. It was all fun, but put me even farther behind and added to my busy-ness.
Church calling. Being in stake Young Women isn’t always busy, but it’s pretty big stuff when we are. With 16 units to orient, train, and attend ward conferences for, plus the pioneer trek we did, the dances, activities and meetings, stake auxiliary training and YW Recognition, it adds up.
Will it be different this year?
Well, I still have my calling, my job, and travel plans. I'll be working fewer shows and won’t have a store to open, but otherwise, not too different.
But maybe my calendar will remind me to slow down and smell the roses.
Maybe, amidst the busyness, I'll take time to rest.
Rest
is not idleness;
and to lie sometimes on the grass
under trees on a summer day,
listening to the murmur of the water
or watching the clouds float across the sky
is by no means
a waste of time.
--J Lubbock
Sunday, January 07, 2007
My Trips to Paradise
I don’t know why I was the lucky one, but I got to be the Princess of Quite a Lot this year (sorry, Elizabeth). In less than three short months I got to take four great trips.
Thanksgiving week I got to go on my first cruise, and it was to the Mexican Riviera, and it was with all my children! I thought it was a blast. The boat was huge and interesting and fun. We had wonderful meals in the dining room, attended classes and shows, enjoyed the pools, walked the decks, used the workout room, climbed the rock wall, took dancing lessons, ate and ate and ate, had a family book club meeting, played games in the game room, dressed up for formal nights, had girls' day at the salon, and had the fun of seeing family around every corner.
Getting off the boat was a great adventure too that included snorkeling, parasailing, boogie boarding, sliding down natural waterfalls, hiking, jumping in the back of "taxis" with people who didn't speak English, and finding our way around a foreign country. It was very fun. I didn't want it to end.
I wasn't home a week before I got on a plane to go to Hawaii. My friends who own the business I work for had room in their time share so they invited me! I had a blast. I didn’t have to be a mother or a wife or count my pennies. I did things I’ve never done and may never get to do again.
We spent the first week in Kauai—the best kept secret in the world. It is everything you think Hawaii would be. Tropical beauty on every acre, lots of beaches, tons to do, perfect weather. Then I stayed a few more days with them on Maui. While in Hawaii I flew in a helicopter over the inaccessible NaPali coast and Waimea Canyon, the wettest spot on the earth where Jurassic Park and other films have been shot. I kayaked, did an amazing jungle hike, took a catamaran out to a forbidden island, drove 10,000 feet up to the top of a volcanic crater, went to a real luau, and enjoyed beautiful beaches, waterfalls, caves and rock formations. It was Paradise. I didn't want to come home.
These trips followed closely my trips to the breathtaking Northwest and to a diverse international quilt show in Houston, and a trip to Utah earlier this year.
My dictionary defines Paradise as any place of great beauty and perfection, any place or condition of great happiness, or heaven.
Being in the hills of Utah with children and grandchildren, being in the lush Northwest with family and friends, cruising the seas with my kids, and being in tropical Hawaii, I found myself in places of great beauty and happiness, places I didn't want to leave.
That certainly defines Heaven, doesn't it?: A place of great beauty and perfection, a place of great happiness, being with family and loved ones, and never wanting to leave.
I've been in Paradise at least 4 times this year.
It gave me a taste of Heaven.
With my passport (temple recommend),
I hope to go there someday.
Thanksgiving week I got to go on my first cruise, and it was to the Mexican Riviera, and it was with all my children! I thought it was a blast. The boat was huge and interesting and fun. We had wonderful meals in the dining room, attended classes and shows, enjoyed the pools, walked the decks, used the workout room, climbed the rock wall, took dancing lessons, ate and ate and ate, had a family book club meeting, played games in the game room, dressed up for formal nights, had girls' day at the salon, and had the fun of seeing family around every corner.
Getting off the boat was a great adventure too that included snorkeling, parasailing, boogie boarding, sliding down natural waterfalls, hiking, jumping in the back of "taxis" with people who didn't speak English, and finding our way around a foreign country. It was very fun. I didn't want it to end.
I wasn't home a week before I got on a plane to go to Hawaii. My friends who own the business I work for had room in their time share so they invited me! I had a blast. I didn’t have to be a mother or a wife or count my pennies. I did things I’ve never done and may never get to do again.
We spent the first week in Kauai—the best kept secret in the world. It is everything you think Hawaii would be. Tropical beauty on every acre, lots of beaches, tons to do, perfect weather. Then I stayed a few more days with them on Maui. While in Hawaii I flew in a helicopter over the inaccessible NaPali coast and Waimea Canyon, the wettest spot on the earth where Jurassic Park and other films have been shot. I kayaked, did an amazing jungle hike, took a catamaran out to a forbidden island, drove 10,000 feet up to the top of a volcanic crater, went to a real luau, and enjoyed beautiful beaches, waterfalls, caves and rock formations. It was Paradise. I didn't want to come home.
These trips followed closely my trips to the breathtaking Northwest and to a diverse international quilt show in Houston, and a trip to Utah earlier this year.
My dictionary defines Paradise as any place of great beauty and perfection, any place or condition of great happiness, or heaven.
Being in the hills of Utah with children and grandchildren, being in the lush Northwest with family and friends, cruising the seas with my kids, and being in tropical Hawaii, I found myself in places of great beauty and happiness, places I didn't want to leave.
That certainly defines Heaven, doesn't it?: A place of great beauty and perfection, a place of great happiness, being with family and loved ones, and never wanting to leave.
I've been in Paradise at least 4 times this year.
It gave me a taste of Heaven.
With my passport (temple recommend),
I hope to go there someday.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Adversity
Before I loan my book out, I want to share a quote from Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden:
"Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.”
I've had some adversity in my life. I've learned things about myself, some that I like and some that I don't.
I've never forgotten when I hit the lowest point in my life. I'll spare you the details, but tell you what I learned: I thought I had lost everything, but I found that after being stripped of it all what I had left was a personal knowledge of God.
When I thought I had not a friend in the world to take my troubles to, no help, no support and nowhere to turn, when there was no arm of flesh upon which I could rely, I found a friend in Jesus.
I learned that no matter what happens to me in life, I know that God is real, that's He is lovingly aware of His children, and that though He may not come in the time and way you want Him to, He always comes.
And it has made all the difference.
In rebuttal to criticism of the ill-fated Martin and Willie Handcart Companies, an elderly man once said: “I was in that company and my wife … too. We suffered beyond anything you can imagine and many died of exposure and starvation, but … we became acquainted with [God] in our extrem[i]ties. Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No. Neither then nor anyminute of my life since. The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay, and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in the Martin Handcart Company.” ( cited in Robert L. Backman, “Faith in Every Footstep,” Ensign, Jan. 1997, 8)
Adversity is never fun, but I'm grateful to have come to know God, and myself, in ways I otherwise never would have.
To be untested and unproven is also to be unaware of all that we are. If we are unknowing of our possibilities, with what could we safely be trusted? Could we in ignorance of our capacities trust ourselves? Could others then be entrusted to us? --Neal A. Maxwell
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