Wednesday, August 31, 2011

(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: The Last Four Months

I am tired.  Really tired.  Too tired to have many words to talk about it, which is certainly rare.  So this evening I will embrace the (nearly) wordless Wednesday trend in order to explain my fatigue.

April 30-May 17

May 2011 196

Memorial Day

May 2011 908

June 3-5

June 2011 031

June 11-July 16

June 2011 1368

July 25-Aug 9

July 2011 111

July 30-Aug 6

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Aug 10

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Aug 16-22

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Aug 29-30

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What an amazing and incredible four months.  And now I need a nap for the next four.  Here’s to hanging out here for a while!

 

PS—Yes, I do know how blessed I am to have been able to have each one of these experiences.
PPS—Now you know why my new van has 11,000 more miles on it than it did when I bought it 3.5 months ago!
PPPS—No, I am not crazy.  Or yes, I am crazy.  Depending on your point of view.
PPPPS—It goes without saying that I am married to a saint.
PPPPPS—Did you really think I could blog with so few words???

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Message Was...Charity

Today after our block of meetings I stayed and attended another Relief Society. I thought I was there to see how thing were going and to make an announcement about an upcoming service activity. As I listened to the lesson, however, I realized I was there because I needed to hear this particular teacher's lesson on charity.

I was particularly touched by a quote she read from Elder Marvin J. Ashton, and after I got home I looked for it online. Here you go--my personal message from Heavenly Father today.

(excerpted from his 1992 Ensign article)

Moroni described it this way: “Wherefore, my beloved brethren, if ye have not charity, ye are nothing, for charity never faileth. Wherefore, cleave unto charity, which is the greatest of all. …“Charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever.” (Moro. 7:46–47.)

Charity is, perhaps, in many ways a misunderstood word. We often equate charity with visiting the sick, taking in casseroles to those in need, or sharing our excess with those who are less fortunate. But really, true charity is much, much more.

Real charity is not something you give away; it is something that you acquire and make a part of yourself. And when the virtue of charity becomes implanted in your heart, you are never the same again.

Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don’t judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone’s differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn’t handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. Charity is expecting the best of each other.

None of us need one more person pointing out where we have failed or fallen short. Most of us are already well aware of the areas in which we are weak. What each of us does need is family, friends, employers, and brothers and sisters who support us, who have the patience to teach us, who believe in us, and who believe we’re trying to do the best we can, in spite of our weaknesses. What ever happened to giving each other the benefit of the doubt? What ever happened to hoping that another person would succeed or achieve? What ever happened to rooting for each other?

It should come as no surprise that one of the adversary’s tactics in the latter days is stirring up hatred among the children of men. He loves to see us criticize each other, make fun or take advantage of our neighbor’s known flaws, and generally pick on each other. The Book of Mormon is clear from where all anger, malice, greed, and hate come.

Nephi prophesied that in the last days the devil would “rage in the hearts of the children of men, and stir them up to anger against that which is good.” (2 Ne. 28:20.) By the looks of what we constantly see depicted in the news media, it appears that Satan is doing a pretty good job...

Throughout the scriptures a common thread seems to emerge. Let’s consider first the Sermon on the Mount, which to our knowledge was the first sermon Jesus Christ taught his newly called disciples. The overriding theme of the Savior’s sermon, which in many ways is the ultimate handbook on coming unto Him, seems to center around the virtues of love, compassion, forgiveness, and long-suffering—in other words, those qualities that enable us to deal with our fellowmen more compassionately. Let’s look specifically at the Savior’s message to the Twelve. They (and we) were admonished to “be reconciled to [our] brother” (Matt. 5:24), to “agree with [our] adversary quickly” (Matt. 5:25), to “love [our] enemies, [to] bless them that curse [us], [to] do good to them that hate [us], and [to] pray for them which despitefully use [us], and persecute [us].” (Matt. 5:44.) We are told, “Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.” (Matt. 5:39.)

It seems interesting that the first principles the Lord Jesus Christ chose to teach His newly called Apostles were those that center around the way we treat each other. And then, what did He emphasize during the brief period He spent with the Nephites on this continent? Basically the same message. Could this be because the way we treat each other is the foundation of the gospel of Jesus Christ?

“The best and most clear indicator that we are progressing spiritually and coming unto Christ is the way we treat other people.”

Be one who nurtures and who builds. Be one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart, who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them.

Lend a hand to those who are frightened, lonely, or burdened.If we could look into each other’s hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care.

If the adversary can influence us to pick on each other, to find fault, bash, and undermine, to judge or humiliate or taunt, half his battle is won. Why? Because though this sort of conduct may not equate with succumbing to grievous sin, it nevertheless neutralizes us spiritually. The Spirit of the Lord cannot dwell where there is bickering, judging, contention...

Once again may I emphasize the principle that when we truly become converted to Jesus Christ, committed to Him, an interesting thing happens: our attention turns to the welfare of our fellowman, and the way we treat others becomes increasingly filled with patience, kindness, a gentle acceptance, and a desire to play a positive role in their lives. This is the beginning of true conversion.

Let us open our arms to each other, accept each other for who we are, assume everyone is doing the best he or she can, and look for ways to help leave quiet messages of love and encouragement...



Saturday, August 27, 2011

Hummer Games

 

I love being home.  I love being in my home.  This may not be apparent based on the amount of time I’ve spent here in the last 4 months, but it is, nevertheless, true.

One of my favorite things about my home is my deck.  For many years I only loved the screened in porch and didn’t pay any attention to the deck at all, but in the last few years it’s become the focus of my flower planting attention.  My favorite part of the deck is this corner,

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complete with pink mandevilla, several pots of gerbers, petunias, impatiens, hummingbird feeders, and this year a butterfly bush too.

This year the hummingbirds have been even more active than last year.  I have loved watching them as they feed, and as they chase each other around the deck and yard.  (True fact—hummingbirds average speeds of 20-30 mph, but during courtship dives can go 6omph.  They really zip by!)

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This summer we’ve also put a feeder right in the window over the sink.  I was a little dubious about whether or not the hummers would come that close to the window (and therefore us,) but come they have.  They often keep the feeder between them and us, but we’re still able to get a close (and short) look at them quite often.

This evening after the winds from Hurricane Irene had died down the hummers were particularly active.  At least four of them were zipping around the deck like crazy, stopping to feed and then chasing each other back and forth.  I tried to take some pictures but there wasn’t enough light, and a flash from the inside doesn’t work.  I decided to try taking some video and I couldn’t believe how much I was able to videotape.  The hummingbirds often perch on the feeders, and on the bars above the small feeders, but tonight several of them were also perching in the butterfly bush.  I put together all of the clips, and slowed them down so you can actually see them fly.  Towards the middle you can see two hummers sitting in the butterfly bush at the same time, something I’ve definitely not seen before.  I hope you enjoy the video as much as I enjoyed watching them!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Hot Stuff

My wonderful brother and his wife were kind enough to let me use their cars while I was in Utah for Education week.  Because I stayed at a different house each night (lots of people to love!) I loaded my suitcase every morning into the back of Jeff’s jeep and drove up to campus.  Every evening when I came back to the jeep it was roasting hot inside from sitting in the direct sun all day.  (I think the few shaded parking spots went really early!)  And every evening it was an adventure to see what the heat had done to my stuff.

The first day I had with me both grapes and an apple I’d brought from home to snack on.  I decided that I would just take the grapes on campus with me and leave the apple for a snack for the next day.  Unfortunately when I took it in from the car that night it was kind of soft and mushy feeling from it’s long day in the sun.  I decided that maybe if I put it in the fridge over night it would be fine by morning and I’d be able to take it with me to campus.

In the morning when I got it out of the fridge it was a little shriveled, and when I cut it open it was all brown inside.  Nasty!

I have a little container of vaseline in my traveling toiletries bag.  I don’t usually need vaseline, but it’s in there just in case. 

Well I have been reminded once again that when it gets hot vaseline melts.  All over makeup, for instance.  And when it cools back down it just congeals wherever it is, including upside down in it’s little container.  After the first day the now-right-side-up vaseline got it’s own ziploc bag.

By far the oddest thing I experienced was getting to brush my teeth with really warm toothpaste every night.  Then I would climb into my heated pajamas.   Talk about disconcerting…

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Starry Night, Sunny Day

 

Friday afternoon I left the wonders of Education week and drove up to Rexburg to spend some time with Cindy Lynn and Mahon.  It was a long drive, but I entertained myself by talking to Russ, looking at the sunflowers growing alongside the interstate,

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(ok, who am I kidding here?  I did far more than enjoy the sunflowers as I drove by!!!  I pulled over to the side of the road, stopped the car, climbed over the railing, and happily took pictures for a while.)

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and eventually enjoyed watching a long and beautiful sunset. 

Somewhere along the way it occurred to me that the sky was perfectly clear, and that maybe it would be a good night for star watching in Idaho.  Cindy Lynn checked the calendar and it turned out that we were just a week past the apex of the Perseid Meteor Shower, so we decided that once I arrived we would go and do some star watching.

I arrived late enough that we didn’t want to go all the way out to the sand dunes, so we drove to a church parking lot on the outskirts of town, spread out some blankets, and laid down to watch the stars.  It was a beautiful night and the stars were so bright and clear.  We lay there talking about my favorite class at Education week, and what I’d learned about personal revelation.  Every now and then we’d see a small shooting star and we’d interrupt ourself, pointing and saying, “I saw one!  Did you see that?”

And then, we saw it.  We all saw it.  The BIGGEST shooting star I’ve ever seen.  The kind that is so bright that it leaves a streak of light behind it, this one blindingly white and longer than any I’ve seen before.  It was so amazing that we were almost speechless.   After that we watched a  little longer, but without any expectation that we could top that moment.

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(so that you can imagine that you were there with us…)

Every time I look at the stars lately I think of a line from a Christian song I’ve heard a couple of times in the past month. 

I'm giving my life to the only One who makes the moon reflect the sun.
Every starry night, that was His design

What a design it was and is…

 

Saturday was beautifully sunny, and it was also Cindy Lynn’s 23rd birthday.  (How’s that for great timing?)  We celebrated by taking a lovely walk around the gardens on the BYUI campus, eating amazing raspberry lemonade frozen custard at the new Neilson’s in Rexburg, and having an incredible birthday dinner complete with out of this world mango pina coladas.  I will get her recipe and post it because believe me, you want to try it!

The flowers at the garden were so lovely, and it’s just such a happy place for me because that’s where their wedding reception was.

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After dinner they went to see the movie “The Help” (so amazing—if you haven’t seen it you should!) and I drove down to Logan.  Thank you Cindy Lynn and Mahon for such a wonderful visit!

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PS—I thought the hollyhocks were so beautiful, and yesterday before I flew home I went by my wonderful Aunt Pam’s house and she gave me bunches of seeds from her beautiful hollyhocks!  (Along with daylillies, columbines, irises, and something else I can’t remember—she was so generous!)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Individual Journeys

 

I went to Education Week for 2 1/2 days.  (Not nearly long enough.)  One of my sisters was there for a day and a half, and one of my friends was there for two of the days.

We rarely went to classes together.  We texted back and forth the whole time, inquiring to see where each was headed next, rejoicing at the end of a fabulous class experience.  But it was not very often that we actually went to the same class.

I prayed every morning that I would be led to the classes that would be of most benefit to me, and there were definitely subjects that caught my interest when I looked through the schedule.  They were classes on hearing the Spirit/receiving personal revelation, classes on parenting, and classes on teaching.  My friend had an entirely different set of classes that appealed to her; each time she told me the title of a class she was thinking of going to I could see how applicable that class would be in her life.  My sister went to yet another type of classes looking for help with recent concerns in her life.

Wow, I thought.  We three are nothing alike.  We each needed something so different and so very specific.  It made me realize again how completely individual each of our mortal journeys are.  Even when life circumstances may look similar (my sister and I are both moms with a lot of kids, for instance) the experiences we are having in this moment are unique.

I was so grateful to BYU for offering such a wide variety of excellent classes.  And for the knowledge that our Heavenly Father has tailored specific life experiences for each of us, and is always there to provide the individual and customized support that we each need.  Both during and after education week…

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Place Where Happiness Began

 

In April I realized that we had a voucher for a one-way plane ticket that had to be used by the third week in August.

I had already bought Russ’s ticket to Utah this summer.

Boo.  And Hooray!!!

In that moment I knew what I would do—take myself to BYU in August for a couple of days of Education Week.  It was wonderful.  The classes were amazing, I loved hanging out with my sister and getting to see family. 

And I LOVE being at BYU.

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I realized a couple of years ago that being on the BYU campus just makes me happy.  I tried to figure out why, and then I decided--

BYU is the place where happiness began.

 

I don’t remember much of my childhood, but I do remember that I was not a particularly happy teenager.  I was a highly stressed perfectionist, not socially graceful, one of only a few LDS kids in my high school.  While there were good moments in my teenage life it is definitely not a time I would ever want to relive.

 

Contrast that with BYU.  I still had to deal with the issues of perfectionism and on top of that get good enough grades to keep my scholarship.  But it was soothing to my soul to be suddenly surrounded by people who believed what I did—people who could have a good time without compromising their standards and teachers who taught with the spirit.   It was like heaven on earth.  (Except for that one American Heritage teacher…but that is neither nor there.)

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Then I met Russ.  And the rest is history…happy, happy history complete with ping pong games, movies, watching Brigham do the funky chicken, terrible first kisses,  talking late at night, marriage,  and eventually even graduating.  Having Russ in my life made me so much happier, and that was just the beginning of what has been an incredibly happy life together.   I think it’s those feelings I remember when I walk around the campus now. 

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THIS is where my happiness began…

(Pictures from our family’s day at BYU this summer.)