Showing posts with label Testimony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Testimony. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30

Reprieve

Today there was quiet. After what feels like a distance runner's steady pace since last March, I feel like I can take a deep breath for a couple days.

My day began early. I got my Mom to the airport at 4am, took a nap until getting the kids to school, got chores done to celebrate Mom's efforts, played and read with Jake, had a fun phone chat with Ryan to catch up on family business, and then after lunch settled in with a good book to take a much needed nap. Just as I was drifting off, Jake needed a diaper change in the worst way and the phone rang. 

I'm enrolling in a German class. 

Five years here and now it's time. I'm anxious. I sure hope our new contract will help us eventually stay another five more. The contractor world is a roller coaster for sure. But we're personally invested in staying at this point so we shall see what God has in store for us.

We took the kids and Mom to Israel over President's day weekend for five days. We kept up quite the pace to fit as much in as we could. I had to pinch myself many times as I now saw my children and mom walking all over the Holy Land with Ryan and I as their guides! Ryan is my hero and throughout the trip I felt great peace about what we are doing in our family. 


It's been 17 years since I was a BYU Jerusalem student! Time flies! Everyone did remarkably well but we did bring a stomach bug home with us. That pretty much zapped us of entertaining Mom properly but she and I were pretty content to chat and work on odds and ends. I was often reminded how fortunate I am to have Mom as my mother!!!


One downside of traveling on Ryan's holidays vs. the kids' international school/German holiday schedule is the catchup homework for the boys. One of them got so overwhelmed it made him ill one day and then he refused to go to school another morning this week. It was rather traumatic for the two of us to navigate but we pulled through and all is right again with the world. I'm so grateful for these kids that are daily teaching me, stretching me to become a better person. As I was praying all day for this son to have a successful day, my mind kept running through these four statements. 

I am a child of God.
He has a plan for me.
I can do hard things 
with Him.
Be still, and know.

If I do nothing else as a mother than instill this in my children, I will be at peace. And so when the day did turn out well, I took him aside and we talked and then prayed together to thank Heavenly Father for answering a mother's prayers for her son that day. I want him to know I believe in him and God and me.

Monday, December 2

FHE - Isaac and Rebekah were Covenant Makers

In preparation for a family trip to the Holy Land in January, we have been using Family Home Evening time to learn about the people and places of the Bible. We will not get through it all in time for the trip, but any effort will be helpful. (I’m still listening and studying a General Conference talk each week on my own – but we’ve shifted focus for FHE for this trip.)

Last week we learned about Abraham and Sarah, so tonight we’ll cover their son Isaac and the distant relative he married, Rebekah. We’d used the lds.org Scripture Stories videos to talk about Abraham and Sarah’s life last week so I started my prep there but was disappointed. There’s no scripture story in the reader about Rebekah at the well! I love this story!!! 


Eliezer's prayerful desire to find a Holy Woman for his master Abraham’s son is answered. Rebekah's example of going beyond expected hospitality is inspiring. (Did I blog about our ward's recent Young Women in Excellence evening about the Holy Woman challenge? Probably not, it's lost in the shuffle of my new calling and having family visiting for Thanksgiving. Anyhow, it was an AWESOME evening of testimony from these young women who took the challenge!)

But back to Isaac and Rebekah. Here's a 3 minute cartoon about Eliezer, the servant of Abraham, finding Rebekah for Isaac to marry

The story of Isaac and Rebecca, Jacob and Esua’s youth, marriage and birth right disputes in a 25 minute Biblical synopsis with good images to help narrate. It is pretty darn great compared to my reading of the account in Genesis 24+.

Primary 6 Manual: Old Testament – Isaac and Rebekah
"Purpose: To teach the children that the same eternal blessings promised to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob can be theirs if they make and honor temple marriage covenants."

I see the scriptures as records of men and women who sought God and God shared his Plan of Happiness with them. God has preserved these records to bless countless generations with a knowledge of how we can seek and know Him, our loving Heavenly Father. It is very instructive that the Bible account shares how these men and women dealt with each other, their extended families and tribes, and with the idolatrous local populations while trying to live in remembrance of their God and duties to Him.

There are faith promoting stories and difficult events in each of their lives. I appreciate seeing how they navigated their time on earth. God worked with them with such love, despite their failings. For heaven’s sake, Isaac lied to the Canaanite king that Rebekah was his sister and gave her to be one of the king’s wives because he feared for their lives! That’s complicated! But the way this was resolved is so beautiful! The Canaanite king could have dealt justly and cruelly with them for their deception but did the most magnanimous thing one could do. Through Isaac and Rebekah, we learn of their struggle with infertility, the blessing of God’s messengers visiting them, their miraculous conception of twins, Rebekah’s difficult pregnancy and giving birth to Esau and Jacob. And that’s nothing compared to the trials of raising twin boys who couldn’t be more different from one another and each parent favoring a different child!


The gospel of Jesus Christ was transmitted to the next generation through Jacob who sought to make and keep covenants with God. Esau did not as we understand in this account because he sough wives of the local populations, not from those who sought to make covenants with God. How were their lives different?

Here are quotes from my study of General Conference that reflect why I loved studying Isaac and Rebekah's lives.

"Decisions determine destiny . . . a pivotal spiritual attribute - Self Mastery . . . the strength to place reason over appetite." Elder Nelson

"Covenant keeping strengthens, empowers, and protects. Keeping covenants is essential for true happiness. Keeping our covenants demonstrates our love for the Savior and our Heavenly Father." Sister Linda Burton

"Priesthood ordinances and covenants . . . arm sons and daughters of God with power, God's power." Sister Carol Stephens

"The key to spiritual protection is reading the scriptures." Elder Packer

Elder Eyring - On a notecard on my GenConf board after studying his talk. "One overarching commandment helps us meet challenges and leads to the heart of a happy family life: Love God with all thy soul and mind. Love thy neighbor as thyself." Matthew 22:35-40

"Shall I falter or shall I finish?" (Job) and "I will not fail thee nor forsake thee!" (Joshua 1:5) shared by President Monson

And Elder Uchdorf - "Come, Join with us! Our daily walk with Jesus Christ leads to peace and purpose . . . joy and eternal salvation."

As I sat in Sacrament Meeting yesterday, I felt prompted to ask Morgan and then Easton why we were here to take the sacrament. Why is it important? We’re here to remember our covenants with God and/or to prepare to make them.  We’re covenanting to remember our Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ and try to be like him as we go through our new week. We will make mistakes each week, but this is our chance to reflect on last week, be repentant, and covenant with God to try again. I love taking the sacrament for these reasons. I need it in my life each week and hope my family learns to desire it too.

My life has been blessed by making and keeping covenants of baptism, the endowment, and temple marriage. These covenants remind me to strive to become a better me. They help spare me from being mired in harmful distractions and appetites. I appreciate feeling empowered to direct my life for good. I love knowing that my God is invested in me and is helping me as I seek Him. When Ryan and I have had our struggles, I have leaned on our temple marriage covenant to realign myself. When I can't resolve something with Ryan, I find such strength in knowing we aren't alone in this marriage. We made that covenant with God in His holy house. He is invested in our marriage succeeding and will mediate our difficulties if I turn to Him. I can't change Ryan or my children, I can only work on myself and God will guide me. These have been powerful guiding thoughts for me over the years. I am a covenant making and keeping woman.

Ryan and I are traversing the learning curves of new church responsibilities. Bumpy rides for sure, but it's fun to be growing and learning from our experiences together! 

Thursday, October 31

FHE - President Eyring's "To my grandchildren"

I didn't feel as prepared going into this FHE as I have the previous weeks and was tempted to bail. What I need to do is start delegating these lessons on a regular FHE responsibilities rotation but I have yet to actually finish making and use one of those handy charts. I have crafting fear, it's totally dumb. 

It wasn't a whiz bang FHE, but it happened! And sometimes consistency, simply having the Spirit present, and their participation is what matters most. A bit of last minute inspiration due to earlier study totally paid off too! 



You see, I was pretty worn out because it was Monday. And the kids had all been home all day. I needed some serious comfort food so I slaved away on a home made chicken pot pie for dinner. This recipe only happens maybe twice a year for me but oh how we love it! It's Ryan's mom's and it's totally Delish. All the kids thought so too, yet Jake threw his tantrum not two minutes after this picture. Full plate and cup of milk swiped off the table across the floor. Awesome. To his room he went while I finished enjoying my homely creation while McKay praised me up and down for the pot pie and for not losing my temper (sadly, me losing it is rather routine at dinner). Love that kid!

So back to our FHE. We watched the first few minutes of President Eyring's talk together until he finishes sharing the scriptures in Matthew 25. I'd asked them to listen for:

"There is one overarching commandment that will help us to meet the challenges and lead to the heart of a happy family life . . . 

We watched it and discussed what this means.
“Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying,“Master, which is the great commandment in the law?
“Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
“This is the first and great commandment.
“And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
“On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”1
But the kids were as pot pied as I was, so we needed a kick. And this was my last minute inspiration: We used the Friend magazine! YAHOO! I love how being in the Primary presidency has made me aware of the monthly themes and the past two months' themes fit President Eyring's talk perfectly! 


And we closed with . . . 

"Life in families will test us. That is one of God's purposes in giving us the gift of mortality - to strengthen us by passing through tests."

True. True. True. I had lots of other favorite parts to the talk like this one  . . .

"We cannot force that on others [a remembrance of their tutelage in the pre mortal existence of the plan of happiness], but we can let them see it in our lives."


But for me, a wonderful blessing of my study of this talk came yesterday. It's been a pretty calm week here at home with me trying pretty hard to let the kids be kids, but also to not let contentions escalate without me stepping in to mediate. Boy is that hard sometimes - especially since daylight savings has not meant kids sleeping in and Jake has been up between 3:30-5:30 each day!!! Argh.

But like I was saying, a great moment happened when I had a call from a new friend who is struggling in that nasty Bermuda Triangle of transition we call moving here, their first overseas assignment which came quickly and unexpectedly. One of her children is really struggling. Have you ever felt that loss of hope for the end of a struggle? I was there this summer and I remember that dark place through a few of my life's rough transitions. And I felt prompted to share a couple parts of this talk with her and we cried together. 
". . . God has devised means to save each of His children. For many, that involves being placed with a brother or a sister or a grandparent who loves them no matter what they do.
Years ago a friend of mine spoke of his grandmother. She had lived a full life, always faithful to the Lord and to His Church. Yet one of her grandsons chose a life of crime. He was finally sentenced to prison. My friend recalled that his grandmother, as she drove along a highway to visit her grandson in prison, had tears in her eyes as she prayed with anguish, “I’ve tried to live a good life. Why, why do I have this tragedy of a grandson who seems to have destroyed his life?” 
The answer came to her mind in these words: “I gave him to you because I knew you could and would love him no matter what he did.”
And then . . .
President George Q. Cannon said this about how God has prepared you and me and our children for the tests we will face: “There is not one of us but what God’s love has been expended upon. There is not one of us that He has not cared for and caressed. There is not one of us that He has not desired to save, and that He has not devised means to save. There is not one of us that He has not given His angels charge concerning. We may be insignificant and contemptible in our own eyes, and in the eyes of others, but the truth remains that we are the children of God, and that He has actually given His angels—invisible beings of power and might—charge concerning us, and they watch over us and have us in their keeping.”2
What President Cannon taught is true. You will need that assurance, as I have needed it and depended on it.
So there are people we are put here to save with our love and who are put in our lives to save us with their love. And then there's also "His angels - invisible beings of power and might." I take great comfort in this and have felt both to be true in my life. It's pretty darn awesome!

If you've read anything of Brené Brown, you'll know that feeling this sort of connection with someone like I had with my friend is pretty much what life is all about. Of course, our prophets and apostles have been saying it all along, quoting the Master, but lately I've loved a fresh vocabulary found in her work that reaffirms truths of the gospel to me! Just to be real though, I've been so enmeshed in my busy little home life this week that each time this friend has called, I've not been the most empathetic patient good listener and I found myself messaging her to apologize often asking her to not give up on me for my fumbling efforts to not be such a hermit. Seriously, sometimes this stay-at-home motherhood thing zaps me of my social skills and ability to speak intelligibly. It's not awesome.

My kids are on Fall Break from their school this week. Germans take off and travel or visit family but Ryan's on the US holiday schedule so he's working. And I'm pretty proud of him. He's got a lot going right now, doing presentations of his team's work to generals and their staff which has been well received. So much so, in fact, that his gov't liaison sent an email praising him to Ryan's bosses up the chain. I really appreciate leaders who take the time to give credit for a job well done!

As for me and the kids on the home front, we didn't plan anything special but we've had something every night which is unusual, and draining, for us happy homebodies. On Tuesday, our Home Teachers came. I think this is probably the third time in the five years we've had someone come so the kids were intrigued, wondering what a home teacher was and why they were coming. We had a nice visit getting to know our newly assigned ones. Wednesday we invited some good friends, the Rays, for dinner as they are in a hotel until they move back to the US on Saturday. Waaah! Their daughter and our kids got to each share their research unit project speeches with us which was fun. Topics: Migrations - pioneer ancestors; The stories about us - George Washington; and Creepy Crawlies - daddy long legs. Tonight was trick or treating, tomorrow night is a ward CARnival trunk or treating and chili cook off, and Saturday is the Relief Society Super Saturday with Thai and Mexican cooking, photography, crocheting, bunting sewing, and a few others. See, I'm so glad we've laid low during the day getting chores done and alternating technology and play days as most of us battle annoying colds.

I've finally decided how I would display the nuggets from these FHEs. It's mostly for me, but the kids do sit at this desk now and then for homework so maybe they'll glance at it! 





Monday, February 11

Recent Reads

I ordered a bunch of books a few weeks ago and it was like Christmas when they started arriving! They were all books I'd had on my reading list for quite some time and the library on base didn't have them.

The first one I cracked open was the children's book "Mirror" that I just wrote about. The kids really enjoyed it!

I now own the kindle, audio, and hard copy of "The God Who Weeps: How Mormonism Makes Sense of Life." I love it that much. Highlighting our understanding of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, I love the short and concise literary examples of conflicting explanations for the timeless conundrums of where we come from, why are we here, and where are we going. It's easy to pick up and put down, but start in chapter 3.

A friend is the fabulous instructor for our ward's "Teaching the Gospel" course the 2nd hour. As one of her visual aids, she had Beverly Campbell's book, "Eve and the Choice Made in Eden" as a visual aid. I'd heard of this book and asked to borrow it. I'm not very far into it but wanted to see how it fared to the Givens' description of our understanding of Eve and the Fall.

But the book I couldn't put down this weekend was Carol Lynn Pearson's "Goodbye, I Love you." I knew her name because she wrote the lyrics to the LDS musical I grew up listening to on a record, "My Turn On Earth." It has my favorite lullaby ever. I'd never known her story at all until recently listening to her tell it on a very long podcast.

The back cover summary of the book says:
Gerald Pearson had been honest with Carol Lynn about his homosexual past, but both of them had faith that marriage and devotion to their religion would change his orientation. Love would conquer all. Then, after eight years of apparent happiness and the birth of four children, Gerald was no longer able to deny what he considered to be his essential self. Carol Lynn was shattered, her self-esteem all but destroyed. Their divorce, however, could not erase a lifetime of love and mutual support. Carol Lynn courageously stood by her former husband's side. Even when he contracted AIDS -- and came home to die.
Carol Lynn is/was a much sought after speaker for LDS events. The Pearsons were married in 1966 and this book was published in 1986, a few years after Gerald passed away. Carol Lynn came to notoriety in Utah and across the LDS US with a book of her poems Gerald self-published because he believed in them so much. They sold like wild fire, and poetry books don't typically do that. Ever. She really is gifted with words, the book flows effortlessly and it's a pretty quick read.

I really loved how honest she was about her pain as everything unfolded and her journey coming to understand and love Gerald despite how his choices hurt her to the core. I really appreciated how she articulated her struggle to understand the place of women in the LDS church and elevate understanding. I've had many of the same questions she sought answers to. Because of the heartaches she suffered, she became more empathetic and aware that there must be many walking wounded around her who also bore their silent sorrows alone. I can attest to this from my own experience although my trials have been  different. All the while, she has clung to her faith in the gospel and remained active in the Church. I was moved to tears as she shared how her ward family came to her aid in Gerald's final days like we Mormons strive to do.

With all the current publicity of civil rights for the LGBT community and same sex marriage initiatives in recent years, this book is a great introduction for Mormons and others of faith to understand a little of  the agony someone experiences when they come to realize that their gender and/or orientation don't fit the mold. This is obviously more on what she and other loved ones go through as well. My heart breaks for those who realize that their hopes for the future, those that their culture and their faith prepare them for is not happening for them for whatever reason. I can only attempt to fathom what that must be like, but I am trying to tap in with empathy, sensitivity, and compassion to their stories. And this doesn't just apply to gay people, there are so many whose life circumstances aren't panning out as they envisioned.

When these issues were first brought to my attention over ten years ago through loved ones and public policies of the day, I based my most of judgements on a lot of fear and not enough empathy or desire to be empathetic. While I still don't know what the best solutions are when it comes to various public and church policies, I do believe everyone deserves to be treated as a child of God, welcomed in our circles with love and respect. I think and hope civility and empathy in the discourse from all sides is improving but still has a long, long way to go.

Carol Lynn Pearson when asked why she's taken up this cause rather than continuing her focus on the status of women has simply replied that women aren't attempting and committing suicide because of their struggle, gay members have and are. If we alienate these anguished souls, we throw them to the wolves. I am grateful for the growing wealth of resources for those like me trying to sort this out. I am now starting Pearson's followup book "No More Goodbyes: Circling the Wagons around Our Gay Loved Ones." I don't agree or haven't decided what I think about everything Pearson hopes for the future, but I am enjoying the questions I am asking myself and the discussions Ryan and I are having as a result.

Friday, February 8

Families of Trees

I've been put in charge of our ward's cub scout Blue & Gold Banquet coming up. We're going with a medieval theme "Be Loyal to the Royal within You: Put on the Armor of God." We had the boys paint shields of faith this week. The food will be eaten with our hands - roasted chicken legs, roasted potatoes, cut up fruit and veggies with dips, rolls, and cupcakes. With their shields, the boys will sing, "As Zion's Youth in Latter Days" and we'll recognize rank advancements among them. The scout leaders are planning a Knight's Tournament. It's going to be a lot of fun I hope!

I've had a lot of fun learning more about heraldry symbols used and what colors mean. It's pretty awesome! We see a lot of it here in Europe everywhere I go. I was hoping the boys would choose to paint symbols of their faith (CTR, temples, angel Moroni blowing the trumpet), cub scouting (bears, wolves, trefoils), and their country (flags). The boys did a great job, but I think I'll have to make some for decoration to scratch an itch I've got and maybe they'll be used for decoration by my committee. This is coming from someone - me - who dreams of crafts and never does them! I have one small bucket of paper, one small bucket of craft "supplies." That's it. I always thought once I was a stay-at-home mom, I'd make time to craft and create. It's not happened yet. I've had other priorities when I worked part or full-time while we lived in Virginia and then getting assimilated here in Germany, traveling a lot and all the work that is, and just keeping up with my little people. Crafting just seemed like getting out a mess I'd have to pick up because you can't leave stuff out with little kids around. I so admire my crafty family and friends!

So back to this medieval themed Blue & Gold Banquet. In a planning meeting, we thought it would be fun to incorporate family history. Ryan led a discussion in Elders Quorum at the beginning of the year to set goals for each quarter. The first quarter had to do with family history. In coordination with that goal, we're going to have the boys submit a four generation chart at the Banquet in order to prove their lineage like knights of old did to compete in tournaments. These charts will be on the tables as families get settled and then eat.

A conversation I was having with the scout master's wife, our Relief Society president, reminded me of one of my inspirations. When I was a teenager, my dad and Papa drew a family tree. I am in love with it. It is one of my most treasured possessions. When I got married, I begged my dad to add Ryan to the tree for my wedding gift. He seemed to have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that his first daughter was getting married and growing up, flying the nest for good. But I will always be a part of his branch forever. Happily so! I am so proud of my roots. And I wanted to graft in the man I love and am creating a family with to my young branch and see how we fared. Could we produce good fruit too and weather the storms of life?

That tall middle branch is Dad's branch.


My study this morning was in preparation for Primary Sharing Time this Sunday: "The Fall was part of God's plan." [page 4] (I've got a new calling at church as the Primary first counselor. A good friend at church in congrats joked, "It only took ya four years to graduate to the front of the room!" Ha!" Anyhow, great lesson and I studied the "Preach My Gospel" manual's portion [page 50] with Chapter 3 in "The God Who Weeps: How Mormonism Makes Sense of Life." Seriously, I'm totally in love with this topic and how its interpretation throughout time has contributed to a misunderstanding of Adam and Eve's choice to partake of the fruit in the Garden of Eden. Satan has truly propagated this misunderstanding of The Fall, leading to such heartache pitting men and women against each other and for some women, a view that they are somehow inferior, weak, and punished by being born female. But I love the Restored Gospel! And the theme of trees, fruit, and agency.

I am fascinated by how families portray the linked generations of their families -- quilts, fans, trees, pedigree charts and so forth. But I'm rather partial to trees. As I snapped a picture of Dad's tree for my friend on this cold sunny wintry day with a light new layer of fluffy snow outside, Dad's big Bare bare tree reminded me of a tree getting ready to bloom in spring. Last week all the snow had melted and one of my trees had little pink blossoms on it, I was so excited! My siblings and I are in the midst of adding to our branches on this great tree. My brother Ben and his dear fun wife, Elizabeth, welcomed the newest Bare to the clan last week, cute Marley! Those pink blossoms reminded me of her arrival every day. My sister Brooks and her jovial, tender husband, John, will welcome their first - lil Scott Dean very soon. My youngest sister Abby is getting married this summer. My sister Lorry and her sweet smartypants husband, David, welcomed little Davy in October. My brother Nick and his beautiful creative wife, Christine, welcomed Mikilah last spring. The Bare tree is growing taller and fuller all the time! There's so much potential in this tree filled with people I love.



Like I said, Dad and Papa's tree looks like a tree entering a promising spring. A warm day with birds soaring in the distance, bees busy buzzing around as their preparatory work means blossoms and fruit will appear in coming months. The roots reach deeply into the ground absorbing nutrients to feed the upper limbs reaching toward the sun above. I feel fed by my predecessors, feel them rooting for me and know I'm not alone in the challenges of life here for many have gone before me. The full branches on each side of my dad's tall branch provide balance and beauty to the wholeness of our tree. Clouds above pass on by, sometimes showering each limb with precipitation. Sometimes it falls gently making our colors more vibrant and fresh, but sometimes the rain falls in damaging torrential windy downpours or fluke summer hail storms. The rain falls on all and we all deal with it in our own ways but the tree is still intact and beautiful even before we're in full bloom.

I've thought a lot about that sign post now and then. Many pointers could be added these days with all of us spread out. But home will always be home because of our roots. The other trees in our community not shown in this drawing continue to strengthen the tree and welcome back those who've blown away to put down roots elsewhere. That's why I love visiting my hometown. So many, many good people there.  I revived my Christmas card tradition this past year. It's been a long time. As cards have come in return, I've loved reconnecting with friends and family all over the world. I am so happy the wind has blown me and now my little family to new places so I can continue to glean strength from strong trees in other forests. There are so many good people in and out of the church everywhere we're planted!

There is a beautiful CES devotional given last spring by Elder Marlin K. Jensen that my mind has often turned to when I glance at my family tree and wall of displayed Christmas cards in passing. Elder Jensen shares what he learned about trees from the gardener of the Sacred Grove when he presided there as mission president with his wife and family. It's entitled, "Stand in the Sacred Grove." This is a powerful talk and luckily, easy to summarize because he did it so well in his talk!

Lesson number 1: Trees always grow toward the light.
Lesson number 2: Trees require opposition to fulfill the measure of their creation.
Lesson number 3: Trees are best grown in forests, not in isolation.
Lesson number 4: Trees draw strength from the nutrients created by previous generations of trees.


  1. 1. 
    When powers of darkness seek to destroy you—as they once did an inquiring young Joseph Smith, stand in the Sacred Grove and remember the pillar of light, “above the brightness of the sun” (seeJoseph Smith—History 1:15–17).
  2. 2. 
    When opposition and adversity hedge up your way and hope dims, stand in the Sacred Grove and remember that “all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good” (D&C 122:7).
  3. 3. 
    When loneliness and isolation are your lot and you struggle to establish fulfilling human relationships, stand in the Sacred Grove with the community of Latter-day Saints who have covenanted to help bear your burdens and comfort you in your need.
  4. 4. 
    And when experiences or people or conflicting truth claims challenge your faith and create doubt concerning the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ, stand in the Sacred Grove and take strength and encouragement from the generations of faithful Latter-day Saints who have steadfastly stood there before you.

Thursday, January 24

Agency, Accountability, and Education


I was asked to speak to the Young Women / Young Men joint activity Tuesday night. There were about forty youth ages 12-18 attending and their leaders. Three of us spoke for 6-8 minutes. 

Our assignment was to speak about the For The Strength of Youth’s 18 standards.   
- Why keeping standards is so important
- What you have done to keep the standards
- A personal story about keeping a specific standard, and let them ask any questions if they have any. 

My single professional friend, Jenn Johnston, spoke about her experiences with the standards Work and Self Reliance which I sadly only got to catch the end of, then me on Agency, Accountability and Education. I was followed by our Cub Scout leader, Cody Strong, who spoke about Lehi's dream and how the people in the dream progressed toward the tree of life holding to the rod of iron until a mist of darkness surrounded them. As a young marine in training in California, with a weekend pass to LA, some of his buddies planned to go to a rave party. As this Logan UT boy asked what happens at these parties since he'd never heard of them before, he didn't feel right and decided not to join them. He felt that mist of darkness, the confusion that set in as he asked about the party. He counseled the youth to stand strong and hold on to the iron rod as their own mists of darkness cloud their path. The evening ended with a timed/rewarded activity where the youth were broken into four multi-age groups and had to identify how objects on a table could represent one of the 18 values and provide a scripture reference. The winning group got a big bag of good candies and everyone shared a table of desserts while socializing.

In my preparation, I felt directed to speak especially to this quote from For the Strength of Youth:
"Education is an important part of Heavenly Father's plan to help you become more like Him. He wants you to educate your mind and to develop your skills and talents, your power to act well in your responsibilities, and your capacity to appreciate life. The education you gain will be valuable to you during mortality and in the life to come."
I studied the standards for five days, pondered them, made notes to myself, and then wrote up my remarks the night before. I was a ball of nerves before standing before them and then said a prayer that I would be guided by the Holy Ghost to say what they needed to hear. And it went very well. Here is the jist of what I shared with them.


My visual aids:
Easton & GianMarco’s grade 3 / 4 LDS Identity presentation boards
Books I’m “reading” right now in book form, audio book cd case, iPod, and iPad

"I love to learn, it’s a craving I must feed daily. I feel stagnant and frustrated if I haven’t learned or thought about something new and challenging in a day. I am an audio book and podcast junkie who likes to journal in this phase of my life so my brain gets exercised. If I am able to sit and read, I’m typically asleep in a half hour unless it’s really fascinating. I typically have the following going on all at once -- a book or three by my bed, a cd audio book in the van, and at least one book on my ipod + podcasts. I have long felt that Education - learning how to learn and seeking out of the best books or information sources – is one of the ultimate gifts we give ourselves.

When I was at a standards night like this as a young woman, the youth were admonished to pursue an education. A widely sourced statistic struck a cord with me -- 9 out of 10 women will have to provide for themselves or their families at some point in their lifetime. It has proven true for me more than once. I was single longer than I expected, I worked full time while newly married and also once kids came along so Ryan could finish his master’s degree. And then when I had a 3 yr old and a 4 month old, Ryan was unexpectedly laid off and I had to go back to work full time for seven months. That was a rough challenge for our family because it was not the roles we had envisioned for ourselves as a young family. Ya just never know what lays ahead and education helps open doors of opportunity!

I was a B+ student, athlete and pianist growing up. I’m not the smartest or most talented, but I learned if I worked hard, I could keep up with the naturally gifted, be proud of my efforts, and enjoy the challenge and material. When I was a junior in high school, I decided to take on a very challenging AP course – American History. Mr. Fleischer gave Princeton exams to us and after surviving college, I can attest that this high school history class was as hard as my hardest advanced courses at BYU. We’d had 7 books which after pouring over, still didn’t have the answers to questions we had to write about. This was before the internet! I cried over that class it was so hard and out of my comfort zone.

But do you know what kept me going? On the first day of class, when that crusty old kodger of a teacher learned I was Mormon, he said, “Why are you here?! You’ll be barefoot and pregnant by the time you’re 19!” [audible gasp from the group! ha-ha-ha!] I recall I had replied, “Maybe, Maybe not, but it will be my choice.” And because of the home environment and standards I was learning and living, I did feel it was my choice. I fell in love with learning in this class. And the teacher's statement stuck with me.

I wanted to be married and have children, but was in no rush after high school. When it came time to go to college and I had the option to marry someone, I chose to pursue my education because he wasn't the right fit for me and I knew I wanted to experience being on my own and see what college had to offer. In the summer before my junior year of high school, I'd had the opportunity to attend a prospective student conference at a college in my state. I was grouped with ten other students and came to see they did not have the same values I did, much the complete opposite! The following week I attended EFY (Especially for Youth conference) at BYU with a dear friend. I was surrounded by youth who shared my values and was tutored by spiritual giants who exemplified how learning the gospel was exciting and fulfilling. The two camp experiences back to back provided me with a clear choice of where I wanted to go to college. I know I would have been just fine at the state college and had the benefit of CES institute programs and a singles ward, but I was so excited by the prospect of going to BYU and being surrounded by people with the same values while learning about the world through a gospel lense. At BYU I worked hard, fell in love with history, humanities, and world affairs because through these studies, I saw how God’s hand and His gift of agency to us can be seen in the events and experiences of every day life.

I worked many jobs during summer breaks and held a job while going to school. I was able to pay for almost all of my own college education. I did not find Ryan until I was 25 and was seriously wondering if I would ever find someone. I am so grateful for the opportunities I had to support myself that came from taking my education seriously. Before I graduated from college, I sought out an internship/job associated with promoting our values at the UN. But I graduated without a job or internship lined up and felt deflated as I returned home to regroup and earn some money while examining my options. Then in a whirlwind, I was offered my dream internship in New York City at the United Nations with National Right to Life's lobbyist, Jeanne Head, who spearheaded efforts with others in the pro-life / pro-family caucus. And I had a week to get there. I literally showed up at the UN on the first day of the UN Conference on the Status of Women 2000. I was wholly unprepared and never before had I been hated on site for my standards and beliefs! But this was a fascinating tutelage at the feet of great lobbyists and diplomats of many faiths working together to affect change at the international level for good against skilled, well funded, and crafty opposition. 

That internship turned into a job in Washington DC helping produce, distribute, and discuss educational, legislative, political, and election related materials all over the US and internationally to support the status of women, children and families. I got to see up close how groups can affect change in keeping with our values at the international, national, state and local community levels. It was such a challenge and I worked with wonderful people of other faiths I hold as dear as family. I worked full or part time there until moving here to Germany.

Right now, here is how I feed my craving for learning as a stay-at-home mother of young children:
  • ·       Bedtime / sit down reading books – “Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling” by Richard Bushman; “And They Were Not Ashamed” by Laura M. Brotherson; scriptures – studying/teaching from the Doctrine & Covenants and church history this year; course manual for Teaching the Gospel class Ryan and I are attending in our ward. 
  •      Audiobook in van – “The Wisdom of Forgiveness: Conversations with the Dalai Lama” by Victor Chan. Since there’s no bookmarking function on the cd player, I have to share with the kids. I listen to one disc and then the kids get to pick a disc from among the classic youth literature or Focus on the Family’s “Adventures in Odyssey” program cds I find at the library or reserve online for pickup, good ol’ Scripture Scouts, or fun song cds.
  •      iPod / iPad – “The God Who Weeps” by Terryl & Fiona Givens; “Les Miserables” by Victor Hugo; and “George Washington: A Life” by Ron Chernow. I either strap this to my arm while buzzing around the house or put it in my kitchen’s speaker cradle while doing dishes or preparing food.
  •      Podcasts – Mormon Channel’s Past Impressions, Conversations, Teaching The Gospel, CES firesides, General Conference; F.A.I.R (The Foundation for Apologetic Information & Research – fairlds.org), Mormon Stories, and Mormon Matters.
  •     I attend church each week with the desire to learn and feel the Holy Ghost bear witness to me of truths that will enrich my life and to renew my covenants with God by taking the sacrament. 
  •      A handful of women's blogs that I find enlightening and edifying.     

No wonder my house is never entirely ship-shape, right?! But the past six months have given me many opportunities to share what I learn from all these sources, my faith in God and His Plan of Happiness. Back in October, I was able to coordinate and do a class presentation with my son Easton and an Italian LDS family about our LDS identity. I’ve also been open and able to sharing our beliefs and standards with a handful of different friends in conversations, by email, on facebook, and through my blog. I’ve even had the courage to invite some friends to church and four have joined our family at Sacrament meeting and the other two hour blocks. I was so proud of you youth in our ward for the Primary program, the talks given in Sacrament meeting, and the honorable way the sacrament was passed by the young men. These opportunities to share our beliefs, standards and practices are not my normal MO but came about because I love to share what I am learning about! My recreational “reading” and study of the gospel has reinforced for me why the standards I live by mean so much to me.

Living the standards I learned as a youth, when all is said and done, makes me happy with myself, gives me peace about my choices, and makes me feel powerful in my life.

Back in November as I was pondering my Book of Mormon lesson for our 10-11 yr old young ladies in Primary, I was struck by the word “command.” It’s in the scriptures a lot and the standards for youth often feel like “the new commandments” sometimes. My dictionary confirmed, the word often denotes a power structure, authority, and domination. But when I read that word in the scriptures, my heart felt something else. I don’t think of the Lord and my leaders trying to wield power over me. My Heavenly Father has a plan of happiness, a plan of Salvation for me – to save me from myself, how I exercise my agency. I believe the dictionaries listed synonyms for “command” are truly, more accurately His way -- to invite, to instruct, to direct, to persuade.

In the pamphlet, under Agency & Accountability, it says, “Next to the bestowal of life itself, the right to direct your life is one of God’s greatest gifts to you.” And “Righteous choices lead to happiness.” That is why I chose and still choose to live these standards. I simply like to be happy! When first asked to speak tonight, I sought out the promises given for living each of the standards. I wanted know what I get out of living these standards and if it had proven true in my life. The promises are there and have been true in my life. Power. Ability. Confidence. Guidance by the Holy Ghost. Peace. Fun. Yes, fun is one of the promises! Look it up!

When I choose not to live these standards, it’s like I’m adding heavy rocks to my life’s backpack. Why add barriers and burdens to returning to my Heavenly Parents?

President Ezra Taft Benson said,“Some of the greatest battles you will face will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.”

President Eyring said, “Conversion is what you do about what you know and believe."

I want to enter heaven standing tall and proud of what I’ve done with the time I was given here: my family, the friends I’ve chosen to spend time with, the media I’ve consumed, the words I’ve spoken, the kindesses shared, the service given . . . The right and power to direct your life is truly one of God’s greatest gifts to you. And an education is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, a true source of Joy."

Wednesday, January 9

For Bern


On the way to church I was overtaken with emotion the minute I got in the car with kids all buckled in. As I thought about the meaning of Fast & Testimony meeting, I wondered what beliefs of mine had been strengthened in December. I stood in that meeting to share my tender feelings. For me, it came down to a greater understanding of the God I believe in, a God who weeps with us.

In early December I stumbled upon a podcast through a link a friend had on her blog. It was an interview of Fiona Givens about the book she and her husband Terryl Givens - University of Virginia-Richmond professor of comparative literature - had written this year. It was a work solicited and published by Deseret Book. The hope was to define to those within and particularly outside of the Mormon church what beautiful doctrines our faith adds to the world's dialogue on the nature of God and all of the perplexing questions man has asked throughout the ages. It's called, "The God Who Weeps: How Mormonism Makes Sense of Life." Because I have had what feels like a flood of opportunities this fall to share my beliefs with friends within and also unaware of our church, it seemed like a great read because of the wealth of resources they draw upon within world literature. Aristotle, St. Augustine, Lord Byron, Machiavelli, Darwin, and so on. Reading this book has helped me better frame my beliefs in a way I had been attempting to all my life.

The powerful message in this book is that God is whom we worship because in his vulnerable-ness, his weeping over the heartaches we face, the sins we commit or those that are done to us, we are willingly bound to worship God. Because God's love for us is so great, so vulnerable, we are able to love God and others more fully.
Moses 7:23-33 23 And after that Zion was taken up into aheaven, Enoch bbeheld, and lo, call the nations of the earth were before him; 24 And there came generation upon generation; and Enoch was high and alifted up, even in the bosom of the Father, and of the Son of Man; and behold, the power of Satan was upon all the face of the earth. 25 And he saw angels descending out of heaven; and he heard a loud voice saying: Wo, wo be unto the inhabitants of the earth. 26 And he beheld Satan; and he had a great achain in his hand, and it veiled the whole face of the earth with bdarkness; and he looked up and claughed, and his dangels rejoiced. 27 And Enoch beheld aangels descending out of heaven, bearingbtestimony of the Father and Son; and the Holy Ghost fell on many, and they were caught up by the powers of heaven into Zion. 28 And it came to pass that the God of heaven looked upon thearesidue of the people, and he wept; and Enoch bore record of it, saying: How is it that the heavens weep, and shed forth their tears as the rain upon the mountains?
 29 And Enoch said unto the Lord: How is it that thou canstaweep, seeing thou art holy, and from all eternity to all eternity? 30 And were it possible that man could number the particles of the earth, yea, millions of aearths like this, it would not be a beginning to the number of thy bcreations; and thy curtains are stretched out still; and yet thou art there, and thy bosom is there; and also thou art just; thou art merciful and kind forever; 31 And thou hast taken aZion to thine own bosom, from all thy creations, from all eternity to all eternity; and naught but peace,bjustice, and truth is the habitation of thy throne; and mercy shall go before thy face and have no end; how is it thou canst cweep? 32 The Lord said unto Enoch: Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own ahands, and I gave unto them their bknowledge, in the day I created them; and in the Garden of Eden, gave I unto man his cagency; 33 And unto thy brethren have I said, and also given commandment, that they should alove one another, and that they should choose me, their Father; but behold, they are without affection, and they bhate their own blood;


On December 14, Ryan and I were just getting settled in for bed when he checked the news on his computer one last time. The screen lit up with the Connecticut shooting tragedy and he said, "Oh no!" As I looked over, he scrolled down and we gathered the basics - who the shooter was, how old he was, how many children and adults were gunned down and then the images. Those images of grief and fear on stricken children and adults. I had to look away. I am crying as I write this, it's still such a raw emotion and the date of December 14 is engrained in my mind like September 11, 2001. I wasn't angry at the shooter, just so immensely saddened by the grief of so many for a family, a community and national system that has failed so many affected.

I had to turn away and read my book so that I could sleep that night.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw as I turned on my computer was a message from a dear high school friend telling me that our great friend, Bern Kellogg, had died in a work accident the previous day. December 14. He is the father of four children in similar ages to my own. My heart broke for his dear wife, for his family. I spent the day plugged in to my podcasts puttering away at chores to keep the tears at bay for them and the families in Connecticut. So much pain, tragedies.

This young man had asked me in the spirit of true friendship to the Homecoming Dance our Senior Year, just a couple weeks after I'd shattered my femur in a soccer game. My leg had been pieced together with a steel rod and screws down the marrow, I was still working on bending that leg and hobbled on crutches for two months. Bern was such a light to all around him. He wasn't LDS, didn't need to be - he was Christlike to everyone he came across and tried to solicit a smile from whomever's path he crossed. It was his trademark as much as the rubber chicken dangling from his front pocket.

Bernie, as I understand he liked to be called now, and his best friend Brian were the ones who got our high school group of friends together each weekend. They were the first to have their driver's licenses and the freedom we all craved. They initiated good, clean fun that is the hallmark of my high school memories! Their initiative of fun got the creative juices flowing in us all and we had a really great time, sometimes having as many as 30 people at one person's house on a given Saturday night. (Bless the parents who allowed us to barge in and often fed us! We ate and ate on many occasions!) We did silly scavenger hunts, rowdy outdoor and indoor game nights, fully planned/executed food fights, creative dance date proposals . . . it all started for us with Bern and Brian. They were doers, and always includers at a time when we are all so prone to be self-conscious and clique-ish. 

My dear friend, Krystin, was as reserved, fun and petite as Bern was tall and gregarious. She reminded us on Bern's memorial page of when Bern asked her to a school dance by tying a live chicken to a stake in her front yard. She had to catch the crazed chicken to read the note on its leg asking her to the dance. This was who he was!

Bern was brilliant - an engineer at heart. He had a bright future in university, but as I understand it, the mission trips he took with his church to help in orphanages in Mexico took an even stronger hold of his heart. Children gravitated to him which is no surprise, he has an open, kind smile-ready face. He fell in love with a young lady in California and has lived and raised a family there. He homeschooled his children for a time I believe, studied and became a pastor in his church, and was helping his father-in-law dig wells.

That fateful Friday, from what I understand, Bern's father-in-law had not been feeling well so Bern went to their work site alone. When he did not come home that evening or answer his phone,  his wife and son went to the site looking for him. They found him. Apparently he had been hit on the head with a tool and died.

My heart ached, the tears came. Bern. Connecticut. Agency, God's greatest gift to us. So great a gift that He won't always intervene and save us from deep sorrows. A God who weeps, who loves us. I know this to be true. I have felt God's love in so many ways, in beautiful fulfilling moments among family and friends, but also in my lonely dark times.

As I tried to make sense of Bern's death and the Connecticut tragedy, I was reminded of a scripture passage I'd posted on my fridge this past fall. I'd read and prepared to teach my girls about the Anti-Nephi-Lehi's - a group of people who were wicked Lamanites until their hearts were softened through the loving efforts of the sons of Mosiah. These young men had given up their father's crown in favor of being missionaries. They had great success teaching the gospel to the blood-thirsty Lamanites only through enduring many terrible challenges and trials of their own faith. The conversion of these Lamanites ran so deep, they assumed a new name, asked to join the Nephite people, and made a covenant with the Lord that they would bury their weapons of war and never take them up again even as they all knew the Lamanites were preparing to come to battle against them. When the Lamanites did come, these people went out to meet them. Not with swords, but they lay down and prayed even as they were cut down. When I read this, I ached. This isn't how life should work out for the righteous! And yet, I've read this story many times. I know how it ends.

As the Lamanites were slaughtering them, it says 1,005 fell without resistance. Many Lamanites began to feel their hearts be "swollen" for what they had just done. They dropped their swords and began to sorrow for what they were doing, right there fell to the earth and began repenting. In Alma 24, Alma records that
 27 And there was not a wicked man slain among them; but there were more than a thousand brought to the knowledge of the truth; thus we see that the Lord worketh in many aways to the salvation of his people. 
I have had to ask myself if I believe this is true. Does anything salvific come from tragedy? And I thought of the outpouring of good after 9-11. Of Corrie Ten-Boom's "The Hiding Place" in the face of Nazi atrocities. Of the thoughts I've had while listening to "The Wisdom of Forgiveness: His Holiness the Dalai Lama" by Victor Chan. There is so much suffering in the world. And yet so much goodness too. I believe God works in many ways. I know God has a plan for each of us. We are here to work out our own salvation, on our own path. How we choose to handle great bounty and terrible tragedy proves our metal, they refine us. Sometimes the weight of the burdens or ache is too much. It just is. In these moments, we can give it to the Lord. I always seem to forget I can give it to Him, that somehow I'm supposed to be the stoic martyr. Yet, giving it over to the Lord is usually the lesson I'm supposed to learn.

I know the people in our lives are there for a purpose, an opportunity to see God in them, through them. Bern was one of those choice souls and I am grateful our paths crossed when they did. Until we meet again, dear friend.