Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Measuring Up

The last 2 days we have been studying section 93 of the Doctrine and Covenants.   It's a great section.  In fact there were 2 conference talks that went perfectly with it.  You know that annoying friend that has a song lyric for everything you say.....well, not only am I that person, but I've also got a conference talk for you :0)  The first 20 or so verses fits perfectly with "Eternal Life- to Know Our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ" by Elder Hales.  The second half of the chapter fits nicely with "Choose Wisely" by Elder Cook.   

We've spent a good deal of time talking about the origin of Elohim and Jehovah and then where the rest of us come into the picture and how.  This conversation was started by my son Jared and it continues after the students leave.  We were talking about us being first intelligences then formed into spirits and then given a body.  Are we literal sons and daughters of God or creations?  Is there a difference?  Why was Jesus more favored than the rest?  We talked about who makes up the first presidency in Heaven.  We talked about being the same person here on earth that you were in the pre-exsitance and then being that same person again when you die.  Jared doesn't think people can change.  We talked about pre-destiny and pre-determination.  For example how we needed opposition- were some created for that purpose or did they fully choose that path if it was always needed for the plan?  

Those are just some brief examples of the things Jared and I have been talking about for 2 days.  We actually weren't arguing, just talking and exploring which was a very nice change.  Let's be real - it did get heated a couple of times, but I'm getting better at this.  I'm going to do a horrible job of explaining what I'm trying to get at, sorry about that.  Basically, Jared and I were saying the same thing, just the road we took to get there was different.  Does that make sense?  How everything came together wasn't important, it's that it did.  There is no shaking of faith on either side if when we get to Heaven we find out that we created out of a matrix instead of being created with an egg and a sperm or vice versa.  I don't know how we were created and it doesn't matter.  

What I did need to make sure that was understood was pre-determination.  We talked it out and I did my best but then we decided to just leave it alone.  Lucifer, Jesus, Eve - were they all pre-determined to do what they did and therefore are we?  I have been reading "The Infinite Atonement" by Tad R Callister which addresses this issue.  But, I still can't wrap my head around it enough to explain it to anyone else unless I've got the book out in front of me and every time I think I've got it I realize that I don't.  

 After our nice healthy discussion after seminary I went on my walk and listened to 3 conference addresses.  I think it was Elder Godoy's talk that mentioned filling your potential or something like that.  My mind suddenly went to the creation and a phrase "that they may fill the measure of their creation."  Suddenly I knew how to reach my son.  My mind was enlightened.   I was only half way home at this point and thought about running the rest of the way and then decided that patience was a virtue :0)

I found a white board and went into Jared's room.  Now, don't mock my horrible drawings.  In my defense I was sitting on the floor cross-legged with the white board on my lap and drawing on it from behind.  Actually.....the drawings wouldn't have looked any better had I been facing the board....let's be honest!  A little translation for you.  The cup represents purpose.  Those are cups below each living thing.  There is the earth, a flower, a fish (not sure why he didn't fill the measure of his creation) and us with 3 different sized cups.  Above my little guy is the word agency.  I know.  Serious artistic talent!
This phrase about filling the measure of our creation stood out to me a few months ago and I've been doing some pondering on it.  Mostly wondering why it stood out to me after all these years and what it was that I needed to understand.  

Here's the deal.  Everything that was created was given a purpose.  The earth.  The vegetation.  The animals.  Us.  Every living thing has been given a measuring cup - so to speak.   It's our responsibility to fill it or fulfill our purpose.  Now let's just say that we weren't all treated the same.  Some of us got bigger cups than others.  Did Jehovah get a bigger cup than me?  What about the prophet or a member of the quorum of the 12?  I'm inclined to believe that we all started with the same size cup.... but if we didn't.... Do you know what size cup you got?  Maybe our pre-earth life determine the size cup we got in this life?  I don't know, but I do know that we all got a cup.  Heavenly Father is all knowing and therefore He knows how much of the cup I'm going to fill.  He knows my destiny already -what choices I'm going to make.  Does that take away from my experience of making those decisions?  No.  It's just like Abraham and Isaac.  God didn't send Abraham off to sacrifice his son to see if he could do it.  He wasn't like "hmmm I wonder how this is going to turn out."  God already knew the answer.  He sent Abraham so that Abraham could know for himself.  

That's the beautiful plan.  We absolutely do have agency.  It's our decision how much we are going to fill the measure of our creation.  Like section 93, it's our decision on how much light we can receive.  How much knowledge.  How favored of our father we want to be.  For me?  I'm assuming that I was given the biggest cup He had to give out.  I'm going for it.  Just like our elder brother Jesus who learned and grew in light and truth grace for grace, so must we.  Filling the measure of our creation one decision at a time by the power of His grace.  

Our Heavenly Father loves us enough to let us make our own decisions because he knows that the only knowledge that carries any weight is the knowledge we come to know for ourselves.  It's the same with my son Jared.  Everything I say to him means nothing.  It's just me babbling on and on, but when he learns something for himself, it's means everything - then he knows.  Then he has power.  

Btw, like my new hat?  More details to come :0)

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Path At My Feet

Doesn't that picture of my daughter represent how life feels sometimes?  Just drop wherever you are.  Wrap you head up in the safety of a blanket and just check out for awhile.  I mean, the middle of the staircase is just as good as any place, why not?  Sometimes your world just needs to get really small for awhile.  You need to feel like no one can see you even though you are in plain sight.  The path seems too hard to continue your journey.  This particular journey had 10 more steps to make it to the top.
 I was feeling much like that picture of my daughter after watching a news program yesterday morning.  I decided that I needed some extra help to make it thru the day so I listened to conference while taking my dog for a walk.   Walking in my neighborhood is not that exciting.  There is nothing much to look at aside from the paved path in front of me, dirt, and tumble weeds.  It's a pretty barren view.  
The path towards our country's future looks pretty bleak, like the trail I walk each morning.  The past few years I feel like I am hanging out in limbo.  I don't know how much to plan for, what exactly to plan for, etc...  We keep moving forward despite the feelings of limbo.  All we can do is plan for the worst and expect the best, but it's difficult.  Especially being in the medical field. 

After 5 years of trying, we finally refinanced our house.  We built our house at the absolute worst possible time.  It lost value while we were building it.  It's a big nice house and there are no programs  to refinance homes for people who have a jumbo home loan.  I wasn't very eager to run the necessary circles to get the refinancing.  Our economy is a powder keg waiting to explode.  Who knows if anyone will be making mortgage payments in the next few months or years.  Nate also just ordered me a new vehicle.  It will take 6-8 weeks to get here.  I didn't want it, but he needs my old one for his marketing person.  After hearing news about gas prices and interest rates and the domino that's about to fall, I thought again that the new car was pointless.  In a normal world a new vehicle would be exciting - we're not normal.  Our world is crazy town.  Just look at the east coast and their expected feet of snowfall.  The mayor of NY is basically inciting panic telling everyone to get to the stores tonight (last night) to get stuff.  How funny is that?  If you believe in being prepared for any eventuality by having food storage, that equals crazy town.  But, if you panic and go out and stock up the day before a disaster, that equals smart.  

On my bleak walk it was very appropriate to be listening to a Prophet of God, Thomas S Monson "Ponder the Path of Thy Feet."  He reminds us that we are not left to find the path and follow it without direction.  He reminds us how we get that direction.  In these turbulent times we need to figure out our purpose and direction to make it through - although it has always been the goal, we just have more motivation when life is rough.  "What manner of men ought ye to be?  Verily I say unto you, even as I am" 3 Nephi 27:27 Eliza R Snow reminded us that "He marked the path and led the way."  The money quote of the president Monson's talk was; "...physically walking where Jesus walked is less important than walking as He walked."  He then reminded us of the paths that Jesus walked while on His mortal sojourn which was an excellent reminder that He knows what we are going through because he's been there.  

What I found most inspirational is that the very next talk at general conference was about how we can "stay in the boat and hold on."  Talk about inspired placement.  In order to stay on the path/in the boat you have to know 1 thing.  "...God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ are at the helm and will guide us right..."  If you know this 1 thing, staying on the path or in the boat becomes easier even though the storms are swirling.  Sure, sometimes you are still going to need a moment to regroup (while on the boat, not off of it) with a blanket over your head, but then you can get up and keep on moving.  You can do this because you have faith and trust in the person at the helm.  Just remember the rules that Elder Ballard told us about.  First, stay in the boat.  Second, always wear a life jacket.  Third, hold on with both hands.

This journey is a tough one.  We have been given much and therefore much is required of us.  We've been called to the work.  We need to be a light in the darkening world around us.  Acquiring that light takes effort and can only be gained by rising to the call of the Savior to "come follow me".  Keeping strong on this journey takes courage and faith and someone who is continually converted to the gospel of Jesus Christ.  We've been given the tools we need but we have to be willing to use them.  We can't know what we don't know and it's time to know. I don't know about anyone else, but I want to be a river guide, not the unexperienced tourist.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Schooled

I've been thinking about writing this post since Thursday.  I could never really figure out what to say and just kept putting it off.  I figured that I would just sit down and jot down some thoughts and not worry about how they all come together.  So, if this doesn't end up being a cohesive thought, I apologize.

I was supposed to give a lesson on the school of prophets for seminary and it ended up being a snow day.  It was actually quite ridiculous that we had the day off, but I think they were making up for the week before when they didn't delay or cancel and the road conditions were really dangerous.  My husband and I actually had a bet going on Wed night about whether or not it would snow.  He's the eternal optimist when it comes to the chance of snow and I'm the doubter.  I was fairly confident in my bet for no snow and now I'm trying to figure out how to get out of what I owe!
Ethan decided not to let a little cast get in the way of him being able to enjoy the snow.  Funny kid.

So, back to this lesson that I didn't get to give.  It was one of those potentially great lessons with lots of real life examples to draw parallels to.  If you think about the opportunities we as members of the church have today compared to when the church was in it's infancy, it's astounding.  The school of prophets was to be "a place of prayer, fasting, faith, learning, and order."  Each and every member of the church in our day has that opportunity to attend "the school of prophets" through many different ways - if they are willing to see it.

With the kids home for the day I was trying to decide if I was going to go about what I had already planned or if I was going to try and be fun mom.  The kids weren't interested in doing anything fun, so I decided to proceed with going to the temple.  I had some family names from a friend that needed initiatory work done for.  Anytime I am getting ready to go, or travel to somewhere for spiritual instruction, I prepare myself mentally.  This means that I don't jam out to my favorite music.  I want to open myself up to receive instruction so I listen to hymns, conference talks, or BYU speeches. Actually - to out myself as a true nerd, I find myself listening less and less to music and more and more to talks and speeches.  I know, I know.  

It is so easy to fill your mind with good things now days with the simple touch of a screen.  My phone plugs into the speaker system in my car and I can listen to the scriptures and talks all from my handy phone.  It's pretty amazing!  Can I also just say, that it is so nice to hear Elder Maxwell's voice again with a simple little touch of a screen.



While I was driving to the temple Thursday morning I was able to listen to almost 3 talks.  The first one was "lord is it, I" be president Uchtdorf.  I had forgotten how much I loved that talk.  It reminded me of all the things I have been working on this past year and the things that I want to continue to work on.  It also reminded me of my time with the family history people.  I then listened to President Eyring's talk "The Preparatory Priesthood."  I don't know what it is about his voice but it brings tears to my eyes.  There is something that Elder Maxwell talks about in that speech I pictured above - "mute comprehension."  It's when you know something, but you can't verbalize it.  When president Eyring speaks, I know something that I can't verbalize. ( I would love to devote an entire post to exploring that....later)

I arrived at the temple with my mind and heart ready to receive whatever the Lord was willing to give to me.  I'm at the temple a lot.  Some trips are more spiritual than others.  Sometimes I'm just going through the motions.  Because it was a Thursday there were a lot of the people that I work with there because they work every week while I only work 1 - 2 of them.  I was doing the work of a bunch of sisters with women that I know and it was a very tender experience.  I was experiencing a "mute comprehension" of the work I was doing and who I was doing it for.

The fact of the matter is this.   I would love all my days to be filled with such peace and understanding.  The kind of understanding that fills you with the desire to do more and be more.  Filled with the possibility of being on the verge of greatness, but most of this life is filled with far more dull moments.  I was happy of that reminder when I read an article Saturday morning called "Most Putts Don't Drop, Most Beef is Tough" by Maurine Proctor.    She used this quote by President Hinckley; " Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed.  The fact is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.  Life is like and old time rail journey...delays...sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed." Yep, do I need that reminder!  There were actually several great things about that article that don't need me to try and retell.

I went and saw "American Sniper" last night.  Yes, I know, it's rated R.  We've been through this.  Anyway, I came home depressed.  In fact, I couldn't even speak for quite awhile when it was over.  It is just sad what we ask people to sacrifice in our name and then not sustain and support that sacrifice.  It got me thinking about how selfish I am and wondering why I had never thought to find a way to do something to give back to our service men and women.  I know first hand the struggles they face when they get home because I grew up with a father suffering from PTSD because of his service in the Vietnam war.  I looked into opportunities to help in my area, and we'll see where it goes from here.  I'm not sure what I'm capable of doing and my visions are always bigger than my reality, but I think I want to pursue this avenue.

All I know is that I have a willing heart.  I'm enrolled in the school of prophets -so to speak.  I'm willing to learn all that my Father feels I'm ready to learn.  I'm willing to do what He wants me to do. That involves knowing his words through scriptures and prophets and then being willing to act.  Every time I come up with an idea of what it is I think I should be doing with my time, I need to ask my Father in Heaven if it be right and then be willing to accept the answer and act accordingly.  It's no easy path though because most putts don't drop, but that doesn't mean we stop trying.  When that one putt does drop, it is a feeling like no other that can keep you going until the next time.   That's how we walk and learn by faith.  If every putt dropped, where would our faith be?

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Direction

I received my latest blog book in the mail and the kids took one look and said "it's huge!"  Jared then proceeded to give me a lecture on what I should be writing about.  I've mentioned before that the kids feel like my blog got too religious and that I "started out writing the large plates, which was cool and ended up writing the small plates, which has no value to us."  I disagree, but considered the statement.  I then reminded Jared that he was older now and could resent me for the things I say here.....for example......

I asked if I could write how we got into a huge fight because of his lack of respect for me.  I then took his phone out of his hand.  Marched back in his room, kicked him off the chair he was sitting in and drug it out of the room by myself.  Should I write about how he couldn't get his items back (including the laptop cord that I also took) when he could tell me why I took the items away that I did.  How those are privilege items and not rights.  I'm sure I could write it up into a fun little story, but I'm not sure how he would feel about it.  He insisted that it wouldn't bother him and that that is the stuff he wants to go back and read when he gets older.  It's food for thought.  
I'm not sure how long I will keep this blog up.  Until the urge to write hits, I always think I have nothing left to say, so who knows.  It also makes it hard to tell a story completely when you are sharing it publicly.  There are lots of things that I think have real value to add to other peoples lives that I just can't figure out how to share here because I have to be careful.  Sometimes it makes me not want to write.  

I have learned a couple of things in the last few days that I can share.  I met up with a friend of mine that I don't see very often - even though she lives mere blocks from me -but in a different ward.  The relationship curse of not being in the same ward.  It's a strange cultural thing in our religion.  Anyway, we are both seminary teachers and having some personal struggles.  As we talked she brought up the time she was living in the house across from mine and got tears in her eyes.  It was a time in her life that meant a great deal and I had helped her more than I could know.  Here's the fun part.  She is the person that I credit with the decision I made to fully commit myself to the gospel and all that entails.  She is the one that gave me my gospel confidence.  She helped me to realize that I knew more than I thought I did and gave me the courage to verbalize it.  She knew so much, but was never intimidating.   Here I was thinking I was the benefactor in that relationship.  The cool thing about the Lord is that he can be accomplishing many things at one time.  You just never know.  The times when you feel you have the least to give, you could be giving more than you could have possibly imagined.  His purposes are always in motion.  He really does make weak things become strong.  He can take our meager offerings and make them magnificent.  

During that conversation we also talked about personality types and she told me that I really needed to take this one specific test because she was curious.  We are both introverts that really love each others company.  I have to say.  I hate taking tests like that because I feel like they are so subjective.  I would answer the same question differently depending on my mood or how it was phrased.  I didn't know how accurate it could be.  The results were pretty shocking and pretty dead on.....maybe I'll attach them at the end.  

The last thing I learned about the direction my life is headed is that I'm on the road.  I'm going where I need to be going.  I get little signs of encouragement all along the way.  The latest little sign came last week while I was going thru my fb feed.  What does president Uchtdorf think we should be focusing on this year?  Forgiveness.  What answer did I just get from the Lord on what I should be studying this go round with the BOM?  Forgiveness.  Pretty cool.  
Ok, so below are the results of my test.  You can take your own here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

I had Jared take the test and it helped me to see how I could communicate with him better, and better understand where he's coming from.  He's all thinking and no feeling.  When he tells me that he doesn't use feelings to determain anything, this test backed him up.  This difference between us is where we get into all of our arguments -especially gospel related.  

 Below is everything you would ever want to or not want to know about my personality.  It's pretty dead on.  Jared and I got a kick out of what it said I was suited to - inspirational teaching and religious leadership.  

Nathan has been using a similar test to see if employees are compatible with his practice.  He doesn't use one every time because they are expensive, but they have been very helpful in determining whether or not to put time and resources into a new employee.  The kind of company he uses looks at his test and compares it to the potential employees and tells him if they are going to get along.  


INFJ Description

by Marina Margaret Heiss and Joe Butt
INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference for closure and completion, they are generally "doers" as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be drawn. 
INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.
Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function). 
This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings. 
Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.
In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.
Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the weightier matters of life.Those who are activists - INFJs gravitate toward such a role - are there for the cause, not for personal glory or political power.
INFJs are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden.They often are found in the wake of an emergency, rescuing those who are in acute distress.INFJs may fantasize about getting revenge on those who victimize the defenseless.The concept of 'poetic justice' is appealing to the INFJ.
"There's something rotten in Denmark." Accurately suspicious about others' motives, INFJs are not easily led.These are the people that you can rarely fool any of the time.Though affable and sympathetic to most, INFJs are selective about their friends. Such a friendship is a symbiotic bond that transcends mere words.
INFJs have a knack for fluency in language and facility in communication. In addition, nonverbal sensitivity enables the INFJ to know and be known by others intimately.
Writing, counseling, public service and even politics are areas where INFJs frequently find their niche.
(INFJ stands for Introvert, iNtuitive, Feeling, Judging and represents individual's preferences in four dimensions characterising personality type, according to Jung's and Briggs Myers' theories of personality type.)

Functional Analysis Of The INFJ

Based on Jung’s framework of mental functions - by Joe Butt

Introverted iNtuition

Introverted intuitives, INFJs enjoy a greater clarity of perception of inner, unconscious processes than all but their INTJ cousins. Just as SP types commune with the object and "live in the here and now" of the physical world, INFJs readily grasp the hidden psychological stimuli behind the more observable dynamics of behavior and affect. Their amazing ability to deduce the inner workings of the mind, will and emotions of others gives INFJs their reputation as prophets and seers. Unlike the confining, routinizing nature of introverted sensing, introverted intuition frees this type to act insightfully and spontaneously as unique solutions arise on an event by event basis.

Extraverted Feeling

Extraverted feeling, the auxiliary deciding function, expresses a range of emotion and opinions of, for and about people. INFJs, like many other FJ types, find themselves caught between the desire to express their wealth of feelings and moral conclusions about the actions and attitudes of others, and the awareness of the consequences of unbridled candor. Some vent the attending emotions in private, to trusted allies. Such confidants are chosen with care, for INFJs are well aware of the treachery that can reside in the hearts of mortals. This particular combination of introverted intuition and extraverted feeling provides INFJs with the raw material from which perceptive counselors are shaped.

Introverted Thinking

The INFJ's thinking is introverted, turned toward the subject. Perhaps it is when the INFJ's thinking function is operative that they are most aloof. A comrade might surmise that such detachment signals a disillusionment, that she has also been found lacking by the sardonic eye of this one who plumbs the depths of the human spirit. Experience suggests that such distancing is merely an indication that the seer is hard at work and focusing energy into this less efficient tertiary function.

Extraverted Sensing

INFJs are twice blessed with clarity of vision, both internal and external. Just as they possess inner vision which is drawn to the forms of the unconscious, they also have external sensing perception which readily takes hold of worldly objects. Sensing, however, is the weakest of the INFJ's arsenal and the most vulnerable. INFJs, like their fellow intuitives, may be so absorbed in intuitive perceiving that they become oblivious to physical reality. The INFJ under stress may fall prey to various forms of immediate gratification. Awareness of extraverted sensing is probably the source of the "SP wannabe" side of INFJs. Many yearn to live spontaneously; it's not uncommon for INFJ actors to take on an SP (often ESTP) role.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Four for One

I'm feeling rather lazy this year about writing on my blog.  I've got too many other things on my to do list.  And let's be honest.  I've had to do a mad dash catch up for a new favorite show of mine because Hulu is bratty when it comes to deleting episodes.  It's a sad state of affairs when a tv show gets priority in your life.  Not all of it, but what was previously my writing time is now devoted to that.  It will end soon and I'm vowing not to get addicted to any new shows.  I've been going thru some personal issues lately and it became my therapy.  Sometimes you just need to shut down.  Enough excuses.  What are some of the things I've been up to.

A pez dispenser display.  I have been trying to figure out what to do with all of Jared's collection and finally came up with a plan.  Take a shadow box.  Make some shelves for it and voila!  Instant awesome.  Why is there no picture of the completed project, you say.  Well, because it is still sitting on the floor outside his room (it's only been sitting there for 2 weeks).  It is patiently waiting for me to drag the ladder upstairs.  Drill some holes and then lift the massively heavy thing onto the wall.....after we find a way to stick down each dispenser so it can be lifted.  I originally thought velcro would work, but it's not stable enough because of the bottom of the dispensers.  I think tacky putty will work, Jared just needs to lay them all out and help me try to stick them down.  A glass door would have been a better option so we could add them after they were on the wall, but that was only a dream.  
 My little Ethan turned 12.  He will be ordained Thursday night with the Aaronic priesthood.  So exciting.  All he wanted for his birthday was to have lobster.  So, we took him out for lobster.  Thankfully he loved it.  I got a free ice-cream cake because the burger place I got it from promised me a cake when it was impossible to make good on it.  You need 48 hours to make a cake and they only had 24.  When I went to pick it up, it was taking forever and then the manager came out and told me she was giving it to me for free because she didn't think it would make the trip home without melting.  Long story short.  I took the cake home in a box of ice and threw it in the freezer.  It was a deflated sad looking cake with some pretty horrible decorating on it, but hey!  I got a 25 dollar cake for free and it was delicious!  

Ethan has always wanted a piñata so I found one that fit his personality perfectly and let him pick out what kind of candy he wanted in it.  It was only the good stuff.  I decided that it was far too cold to stand outside just to whack on the thing, so I let them beat on it in the house to make a big enough hole to get the candy out.   It was a nice family birthday party and Ethan got a robot he was begging for for months.  
 My kids are super entertaining.  I've said it before, but it's still true.  Jared got a couple little treats from Nate's office manger as payment for counting M&M's for a prize jar.  One of the treats was mustache post its.  The kids were wearing them, so I had to get a picture.  Even Watson had one on.  The other picture is "thug life."  Emma was mocking a hoodie that I brought home for Watson because it says "mommies little prince" with a bejeweled heart.  She thought it was awful until she realized that it was a hoodie.  I said it looked like they were living more of the "arrow" life and he just needed to have a little quiver strapped on and he would be dope.  Those pictures are just too enjoyable!  
 Our latest adventure happened while getting ready for church on Sunday.  Ethan tripped on the stairs.  He was complaining that his finger hurt and I told him he was fine.  Oh yeah, Jordyn also went to church with a wet rag on her eye because it had gotten irritated the night before when a balloon she was inflating popped in her face.  We were quite the scene.  Anyway after church a friend of Ethan's grabbed his hand and squeezed it and he about lost his mind.  It wasn't until then that I noticed that his hand was swollen.  Uh oh.  I guess he really did hurt his finger when he fell.  

I took him into Nate's office Monday morning and sure enough, he broke his 4th metacarpal.  The part of the finger that is in the palm part of the hand. Nate put a cast on to stabilize and we made an appointment with the orthopedic office.  He got his wicked cool cast, that his dad put on, cut off and an ugly boring orange one put on.  The only good thing is that he got his pointer finger left out of this one, making it possible for him to still play xbox. haha.  That's all he really cared about. 
We've also been helping a friend with a house remodel and Jared stepped on a nail and then the next day Emma did the same thing.  I think we need to hang out somewhere safe and free from potential injury for awhile.  But, Jared is pretty proud of his sledge hammer swinging skills.  I love all things construction, so I was in heaven.  Being a carpenter is in my blood.  

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Lessons from the Past

After the 2 year run I've had with my blog, it's a little strange that it's the 8th and I haven't posted anything until now.  The desire to write is a finicky thing.  I do need to probably say something about Ethan's 12th birthday later.

I was searching my office today for some merit badge papers that I needed to help me sign some boys off tonight.  I hate it when I put things in "really good places-"  my brain never remembers where they are.  I came across one of my old journals.  This one is a favorite of mine.  I love the color and the feel of the leather type material.  I'm usually a spiral bound girl so that writing on every page is easier, but for some reason this one was worth the sacrifice.

I decided to see what I had in this little gem.  The first date in it was Jan 25, 2009 and the last recorded date was Sept 12, 2012.  There's some notes after on chapters of the Book of Mormon and then several blank pages.  I had 3 or 4 of these little books that I would grab for note taking, so they are a hodge podge of things.  There's everything from conference notes to cabin planning for our Disney Cruise (with our list of sacrifices we would make to afford it).

What was the very first thing I decided to pen in this lovely journal?

Jan 25, 2009
I thought it would be nice to keep a separate journal about the lessons I teach in Relief Society as well as some other thoughts.  The first lesson I gave in the [ ] Ward, I was a sub and I taught it on December 28, 2008.  It was on the conference talk by Marcos A Aidukaitis entitled "because My Father Read the Book of Mormon."
I especially liked when he said this; 'when you know that the Book of Mormon is true, you KNOW that Joseph Smith was called by God...you KNOW that Joseph Smith saw the Father and the Son.  You KNOW there is 1 faith and 1 valid baptism.  You KNOW that a prophet of God lives on the earth today....you KNOW that Jesus Christ is the Son of God...you KNOW that God the Father lives and that He loves us.  You KNOW that the plan of salvation is perfect.'  I also invited everyone to write down their testimony so they could lean on themselves in times of trial or doubt.  Over all I think it went fairly well and it was enough to get me back into the teaching groove again.

No date for this next one
Today my lesson was on Joseph B Wirthlin's talk entitled; "Come What May, and Love It."  This also was a great lesson for me because with everything going on in the world right now I have a sky is falling kind of attitude.  So this as well as most of the talks were perfect for me.  He talked about ways to help you make it through your trials
- learn to laugh
- seek for the eternal
- the principle of compensation
- trust in the Father and the Son
He also said that 'the simple secret is this- put your trust in the Lord, do your best, then leave the rest to him."
I also wanted to take a moment to talk about what happened to Nate and I last Saturday.  It had been awhile since we had been to the temple and we meant to go to the 8 am session [I'm pretty sure I blogged about this] but we ended up sleeping in and got there for the 9 am session instead.  We went in and Nate realized that he had forgotten to take himself off call so I went upstairs, got dressed, and then entered the endowment room with no sigh of Nate.  After the session we ran into the [ ] family who were there for their daughter's sealing.  Nate arrived just in time to see them before the sealing.  Also our old stake president 1st counselor and wife were in there.  Anyway, I got to give the bride a hug on her way into the sealing room and then when we got out to the car I found out where Nate had been.  When he came up the stairs to the dressing rooms he saw the temple president and so he shook his hand and then the hand of a man in a suit standing right next to the temple president.  He was stunned and all he cold think was that it was an apostles hand and then had to ask someone after who it was.  It was Russell M Nelson and then our Bishop reconfirmed it on Sunday from the pulpit when he said that the bishops and stake presidents got to meet with thin for some training.  What an awesome day that never would have happened if we weren't late.

Feb 2009
This was my last time teaching RS because I got called to be the 1st counselor in primary.  It was on "Come to Zion" by Elder Christopherson.  The 3 areas were: 1 unity 2 holiness and 3 caring for the poor.  It was a great lesson and especially hard for me to not get into politics with #3 with everything going on in the government with the president leading us down the road to socialism at an alarming rate.  I wanted to remind everyone of the war in Heaven and who's responsibility it is to feed the poor.  It is up to the individual person not the gov - which is Satan's plan.  People seem so confused and so willing to give up their freedoms for handouts and no accountability.  It is sad that they don't see the price that is really involved.  I hope we can turn things around before it's too late or I fear that this is the beginning of the end.  Nate thinks it will be fun to live during the second coming and I don't think it will be very fun.  I have tons to say on this whole subject, but got writers cramp and am too lazy ... :)
Anyway, I'm pretty bummed about not getting to teach RS anymore.  I really enjoyed that calling.  I didn't like my other calling of being the childcare coordinator for enrichment very much, but it wasn't horrible.  I have been hiding from the primary since we got into this ward and I also think its' funny that I am now over Nate because he is the cub scout master.  I hope it works out and I end up really loving my calling and not dreading coming to church every Sunday.  My neighbor Annette told me something on our daily chats at the bus stop that I really like.  She said that one of the 12 had said that if he got to do over being a bishop he would put his best people in the primary and then the youth then RS etc...because teaching the children is the most important calling in the church and if they are trained properly and their testimonies nurtured they will grow up into those other auxiliaries valiant -or something to that affect.  So I am looking at this new calling as that instead of babysitting a bunch of irreverent kids in sharing time for 2 hours every Sunday. :)  My old age has made me grumpy lately and I obviously need to fix that!

Today, here and now
This is what I love about journal writing.  Getting to go back and remember things that impacted my life.  Not remembering giving lessons on those talks.  I was especially surprised that I didn't remember the "come what may" one because I have that quote in my kitchen.  It makes me want to go back and read that talk again.  What a great idea I had for writing about teaching.  I wish I would have kept that up.  That's quite impossible with teaching everyday now.   What I'm most happy about is that I rarely write anything out the old fashion way...you know....so 2009 way.  I have a lot more to say when my fingers can type as fast as my brain works...well almost as fast, but a whole lot faster than writing.

What is funny about those callings - the childcare coordinator (had for 2 months)  RS teacher (had for 2 months) 1st counselor in primary (2 months) and then I got called to by yw president and I lasted 1 year before I got called to be 1st counselor in RS.  I was bouncing all over the place.  I think I'm still at 1 year limit on callings - fingers crossed that I keep my current one for a few years.

What else is interesting about those old entries?  The world hasn't ended yet, but it is even closer than it was in 2009.  I don't feel the same way about living through the second coming anymore.  I would always get mad when someone would say that my lack of understanding was what was making me dread the day.  I would always counter with being a realist and things were going to suck, plain and simple.  Now, however, I think of it as pretty exciting.  Why?  Because I'm prepared.  Do I still find it hard to plan for the future?  Yes.  But, whatever the future holds, I'm temporally ready for it and the Lord is preparing me spiritually more and more with each new experience and trial.  This changed for me because, like the author of my first lesson talk, I read the book of mormon over and over and studied it and pondered it and have a testimony of it.  Because of this testimony I now know God and because I do, I can trust Him.  So now I can say come what may and love it because I'm headed for Zion.....at least most of the time- I'm still human ;)