Sunday, June 29, 2014
My Revolution
There was a show that aired once upon a time called The Revolution. I watched the show with intrigue off and on. Ty Pennington went from making over houses to making over lives, and he has brought others along for the ride. The intrigue for me comes because the show promotes a healthy lifestyle. It promotes making positive changes and not crash-diet craziness.
I have been thinking about things for the last month. My body is less than ideal and I know I can do more. I have been examining items in my house, my pantry, and my other food stuffs. Thirty days ago I wrote about Yesterday You Said Tomorrow. I wrote about my struggle with food, how I started to make changes, how I struggle to keep changes, etc.
About three weeks ago I decided to employ the help of Adrian Conway. He is one of the best in Utah and I feel fortunate to have met his acquaintance and be coached in his classes at Wasatch CrossFit. Each time I have an encounter with people, I know we are crossing paths for a reason. Thankfully I listened to Bonnie Smith and gave CrossFit a chance.
It will be a year ago in July that I began my journey. I will admit there have been months I have "donated" to the Box. But now that I seem to have gotten some things in my life under control, I am ready to press forward.
Training begins tomorrow. At the beginning of that training, there are 10 days of vacation. Speaking with an acquaintance tonight who is a fitness model, she pointed out the need to ask the following questions when planning on travel meals:
- Does my goal have a specific date?
- How important is it to me?
- Will I miss out on an experience of a lifetime if I limit my food choices?
- Will food be a social experience there?
- Is it worth it?
- Etc. You start to get the idea.
#1 - Yes
#2 - Very!
Those are really the only two important questions out of the bunch for me right now. The other day I posted an article on Facebook entitled 10 Mistakes Women Make with Diets. At the end it makes a great point in stating, "A female trying to change her eating patterns for good will need to get her friends and coworkers used to hearing her say "I don't eat that stuff.""
I wrote at the beginning of the month, "The heartbreaking answer: I don't know. But right now, I am working on little things. When I am ready, I will attack it like a CrossFit workout." So, what has changed in 30 days? I have found someone I hold in high regard that is willing to work with me. I will be accountable. I want to be better (even though I am having shoulder surgery in August). It seems I am finally pulling my head out of my behind and ready to face the world.
So, here is to my revolution. Here is to something better, something more, something extraordinary. I look forward to sharing these first eight weeks with you!
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Sunday, June 01, 2014
Yesterday You Said Tomorrow
This has been my life for the last while ... I believe I first saw this image on Pinterest. It was powerful and relevant to my life. There are few things I have started in the last while that I have not finished, because I messed up, or my desire for something else was greater than my end goal, etc. I tell myself I can start again tomorrow. Sometimes I do, lately I have not ... Tomorrow has not existed for me because I am either busy beating myself up, or I am indulging in what I set out to give up and change.
I have been asking myself why I suck at life; seeking an answer as to my weakness; wondering why I cannot have the patience to endure and realize my end goal. The past two years of my life have been rough. In my life I have endured tragedy of personal proportions. But I have never done anything like what I did while figuring out my marriage and if it would last or not.
A year ago, I began running. Those who knew me growing up understood that running and I were NOT besties. I would swim across any body of water you challenged me to; bike any trail/road you plotted; you want me to throw something? OK. Oh, running? NO. But, thank you for the offer ;)
I watched my sister train for half marathons and marathons. Each time she ran, I cried with awe and amazement at her accomplishment. She is incredible. Then I thought of all the excuses as to why that couldn't be me one day.
- I'm overweight
- My knees are not in good shape
- I have never run farther than a 10k
- I have asthma
- There is no way I can do something consistently for 4.5 hrs!
- Etc, etc, etc.
Then a message came ... I need one more person for our Ogden Marathon lottery. Sure! I never get picked for anything. I'll say yes because my friend needed help, and help is my middle name. After I signed up, I didn't think anything of it until the e-mail came ... "Congratulations! Your team has been selected."
*face palm*
Now I have to get training ... half marathon ... 13.1 miles ... ugh ... this will be twice as far as I have EVER run in my life!
So, I signed up for the Strider's Winter Racing Circuit. I got involved in a group called #tmfit. My personal life was falling apart, so all of this fit in perfectly. I needed a reason to focus somewhere else. Basically I needed an out for my hurt, anger, pain, fear, feeling of inadequacy, etc.
So, I began to run. I collaborated with my group. Someone held me accountable. Success. I accomplished my goals.
Summer came and went. My house was finally sold. With the help of my family, I moved out and shoved everything into 1.5 storage sheds, then moved into a bedroom in my mom's house. My body collapsed. I slept until sometimes 9/10 a.m. for weeks. This was particularly odd for me since 7 a.m. is sleeping in for me.
I couldn't bring myself to move back in with my now ex-husband. It was the strangest feeling. He was my husband. What was wrong with me?!? I should have wanted to be back with him. But I couldn't.
The last year has been one of the most heart wrenching years of my life, with the year before that coming in a close second. Never have I cried so much before (also something that is abnormal for me). With my emotions comes something else. It is an addiction I have battled all my life: food.
Yes, I have an addiction to food. It is my emotional comfort blanket. Ever since I was a little girl, I have eaten junk to soothe my pain/loneliness. On top of that, it was also social for me. That was how my mother's ex-husband communicated: through food. I am not sure if he ever knew how else to get people to hang out with him. So, for 16 years of my life eating out was our family communication/hang-out. Food was how Steve expressed his love/friendship.
When I finally turned in my divorce papers, I felt it would all be over. WRONG! The pain of learning how to heal was only beginning. After, I began to not feel liberated, but like an uber crappy human being ... again. My marriage was supposed to be forever. F-O-R-V-E-V-E-R! But ... I am now divorced.
So ... to soothe the pain of feeling like a failure at marriage and life, I began to eat. I didn't just eat, I ATE. And then I became angry, and ate some more ... I gained in the neighborhood of 20lbs eating junk and drinking crap. I slacked off going to CrossFit, so I was making a charitable donation to my gym for about 3-4 months.
My gym started Whole30. I thought that would be awesome. Nope. There was no accountability for me but a calendar that hung on a wall. Whoever was in charge wasn't aware I was participating because I received no information. I didn't finish.
The new year started, I planned to start in February to make my goal by my birthday. Nope. Didn't finish Whole30 ... again ... Fail.
Are you noticing a pattern here? I suck at life. At least that is how I feel right now and have for a few years now. I don't finish things. At least not when I am not accountable to anyone.
My CrossFit Box started 'Spring Cleaning'. I signed up. But again, I didn't hear anything back. I asked myself If I was going to make it. I started ... N-O-P-E!
It was a matter of five weeks before I would run my first FULL marathon. My training was crappy. Not even that was enough to motivate me into eating/training better. The only thing I have going for me right now is mental stubbornness.
So, the last six months or so I have been asking myself, when will I be ready to make the change? When will I commit and complete?? When will it be important to me?
The heartbreaking answer: I don't know. But right now, I am working on little things. When I am ready, I will attack it like a CrossFit workout.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
Love Deep : Hurt Deep
"What is it about love that makes us so stupid??"
~Francis
It's 1 a.m. I stare at the screen. There are so many things I want to say. But all I do is sound like a whiny little girl and say things that are hurting you.
All I really want to say is, "I love you" and to hear it back.
But I'm afraid. I don't want to push. It fell apart for a reason.
At least that is what I tell myself. It's supposed to help me feel better, right? All the pain and emptiness will dissipate when I understand that is how it is.
My dear friend once told me, "Because you love deep, you hurt deep." It is one of the 10 things I know about life. A writing topic I am not sure I can adequately express. But I have been thinking about it for more than a week and I must write it out, whether it's well done or not.
Last night my former bishop came over and we were talking about life. I talked to him about everything except "him". But then he asked. He always knows what to ask.
I fought back the tears as I told him it had fallen apart. It was the first time I allowed myself to really feel any emotion over it. I really just wanted all the pain to flood out of my eyes and be done with it. But I am not so sure it is that easy.
Special people who come into our lives are not a dime a dozen. They are a treasure to be cherished and safe-guarded. Perhaps I was frivolous with my gift.
In my short years on this planet, I have never loved so deep and been so sure about someone being in my future. Even though he is not technically a part of my life, I think about him every day. I pray for him. He is the first person I want to tell about anything that goes on in my life.
I think to one of my favorite contemporary authors in college. In the book The Notebook there is an exchange I identify with:
Young Noah: You're bored Allie. You're bored and you know it. You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.
Young Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch.
Young Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Young Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Young Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Young Allie: So what?
Young Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Young Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Young Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT?
Young Allie: It's not that simple.
Young Noah: What... do... you... want? Whaddaya want?
Young Allie: I have to go now.
I know what I want. But it isn't my choice. Not entirely anyway. But it doesn't matter in the end. You have ruined me. I will never be the same. And I don't want to be the same. I just want to be with you and to love you. In the end, I want to keep loving you deeply.
You are worth the fight and sacrifice. You are my media naranja.
Friday, August 05, 2011
I Have a Thing For The Underdog
When I see something unjust, I have to intervene - it's hard for me to watch the underdog suffer.
~Kristen Bell
I am not really sure where my passion for the underdog came from, but I constantly find myself cheering for them and doing what I can to help them. This has turned out to be especially true in my job where I am working with youth who seem to have lost sight of their Northern Star. When everyone says they will not make it, there is something inside of me that digs to see what the Maker sees in these students. Often I will see there is a glimmer, a spark that they can be something great.
This summer I worked with two students to finish their diploma. Granted, I was only on the back end of their journey. But one of them I had almost given up on when I learned who he was and how much he struggled. But I saw him climb and scramble to get to the top. Then something sparked to open a path for him. Every day he completed something I cheered even louder for him in my heart.
People around him said he would not finish. He would be another addition to Adult Education where he would become a statistic of high school drop-outs and no diploma or GED. The more they said he would not make it, the louder I cheered for him to make it. And he proved the naysayers wrong.
When he came in to get his diploma, there was a road block. A person who was working with him could not believe he had done it. They wanted him to wait a week. I begged her to find a way that we could give it to him that day. She finally relented and I almost cried when I handed him that black leather binder with a precious piece of paper in it. He didn't even want to take it out of the plastic sack so he could protect it.
He's the first in his family to get a high school diploma.
"Some of us will do our jobs well and some will not, but we will all be judged by only one thing - the result."
~ Vince Lombardi
In a sense I think we are all underdogs. Spiritually speaking, we are going up against a master deceiver with 6,000 years of experience. The world we live in seems to thrive on the sorrows and downfall of other people. We have become such a pessimistic people.
President Thomas S. Monson shared this story a number of years ago in his article The Doorway to Love:
I pray each day that Heavenly Father will help me see people as He sees them. Admittedly, I am not perfect. But I am working on it. We can always use more optimism and love in this world.
Perhaps this is the heartbreak of the Gospel and being a teacher. Ofttimes you see something great about a person, but they refuse to do anything with it. You want so much the great blessings in store for them, but it doesn't matter until they want to do something with it. It has to be their decision. That is the heartbreak of free-agency.
But we have to be careful to be so sensitive because not everything happens in our time. We may have been together with a person and shared some wonderful experiences, then something happens and the switch turns off. That doesn't mean we stop loving them, or praying for them.
I share this because of an experience I had yesterday. Just before going into my test I checked my e-mail and had a friend request from a young man I taught when I was serving a mission in Chile. He was a bright-eyed young man who was loveable among his peers. We shared some special moments together and I knew he would be a great member of the Church.
He accepted the gospel, but a few weeks after his baptism something happened. He stopped coming to church and ran away. My heart broke in that moment and I prayed that he would find his way back to the gospel. I didn't know how to contact him and subsequently have not talked to him in nearly seven years.
But when I came to the realization that the request was from who I thought it was from, all I could do was smile and give thanks. His grandmother always told us that we had made a mistake to baptize him. He was flippant, lazy and never make it, according to her. But the Big Man upstairs knew different and I could feel it.
Last night I got to talk to him and he just got home from his mission to Argentina three weeks ago! He told me it took him about 1.5 years to make the decision and start going to church again. But he has not regretted the decision, but he always wanted to talk to the missionaries who taught him and thank them. It was such a wonderful moment last night.
Even though we are on different sides of the world, I still felt like I was back in the living room at his grandmother's home. She is a wonderful woman. I am grateful for the light of the gospel and knowing that while it doesn't happen in the time we want, the right things do happen in God's time.
We are all an underdog in some sense. But if we will open our heart, we have the biggest cheerleader who is our Heavenly Father. And often if we will look up there are many more around us who are there to give support and help us up off our knees when we have fallen.
Maybe it is my gift. Maybe that is the reason I became a teacher. I don't really understand it all right now, but I know I have a special place in my heart for the underdog.
Keep the Light On
~Kristen Bell
I am not really sure where my passion for the underdog came from, but I constantly find myself cheering for them and doing what I can to help them. This has turned out to be especially true in my job where I am working with youth who seem to have lost sight of their Northern Star. When everyone says they will not make it, there is something inside of me that digs to see what the Maker sees in these students. Often I will see there is a glimmer, a spark that they can be something great.
This summer I worked with two students to finish their diploma. Granted, I was only on the back end of their journey. But one of them I had almost given up on when I learned who he was and how much he struggled. But I saw him climb and scramble to get to the top. Then something sparked to open a path for him. Every day he completed something I cheered even louder for him in my heart.
People around him said he would not finish. He would be another addition to Adult Education where he would become a statistic of high school drop-outs and no diploma or GED. The more they said he would not make it, the louder I cheered for him to make it. And he proved the naysayers wrong.
When he came in to get his diploma, there was a road block. A person who was working with him could not believe he had done it. They wanted him to wait a week. I begged her to find a way that we could give it to him that day. She finally relented and I almost cried when I handed him that black leather binder with a precious piece of paper in it. He didn't even want to take it out of the plastic sack so he could protect it.
He's the first in his family to get a high school diploma.
"Some of us will do our jobs well and some will not, but we will all be judged by only one thing - the result."
~ Vince Lombardi
In a sense I think we are all underdogs. Spiritually speaking, we are going up against a master deceiver with 6,000 years of experience. The world we live in seems to thrive on the sorrows and downfall of other people. We have become such a pessimistic people.
President Thomas S. Monson shared this story a number of years ago in his article The Doorway to Love:
A number of years ago Morgan High School played Millard High for the Utah state football championship. From his wheelchair, to which he was confined, Morgan coach Jan Smith said to his team: “This is the most important game of your lives. You lose, and you will regret it forever. You win, and you will remember it forever. Make every play as though it were all-important.”
Behind the door, his wife, to whom he tenderly referred as his chief assistant, overheard her husband say: “I love you guys. I don’t care about the ball game. I love you and want the game victory for you.” Underdog Morgan High won the football game and the state championship.
True love is a reflection of Christ’s love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it. But never alone.
I pray each day that Heavenly Father will help me see people as He sees them. Admittedly, I am not perfect. But I am working on it. We can always use more optimism and love in this world.
Perhaps this is the heartbreak of the Gospel and being a teacher. Ofttimes you see something great about a person, but they refuse to do anything with it. You want so much the great blessings in store for them, but it doesn't matter until they want to do something with it. It has to be their decision. That is the heartbreak of free-agency.
But we have to be careful to be so sensitive because not everything happens in our time. We may have been together with a person and shared some wonderful experiences, then something happens and the switch turns off. That doesn't mean we stop loving them, or praying for them.
I share this because of an experience I had yesterday. Just before going into my test I checked my e-mail and had a friend request from a young man I taught when I was serving a mission in Chile. He was a bright-eyed young man who was loveable among his peers. We shared some special moments together and I knew he would be a great member of the Church.
He accepted the gospel, but a few weeks after his baptism something happened. He stopped coming to church and ran away. My heart broke in that moment and I prayed that he would find his way back to the gospel. I didn't know how to contact him and subsequently have not talked to him in nearly seven years.
But when I came to the realization that the request was from who I thought it was from, all I could do was smile and give thanks. His grandmother always told us that we had made a mistake to baptize him. He was flippant, lazy and never make it, according to her. But the Big Man upstairs knew different and I could feel it.
Last night I got to talk to him and he just got home from his mission to Argentina three weeks ago! He told me it took him about 1.5 years to make the decision and start going to church again. But he has not regretted the decision, but he always wanted to talk to the missionaries who taught him and thank them. It was such a wonderful moment last night.
Even though we are on different sides of the world, I still felt like I was back in the living room at his grandmother's home. She is a wonderful woman. I am grateful for the light of the gospel and knowing that while it doesn't happen in the time we want, the right things do happen in God's time.
We are all an underdog in some sense. But if we will open our heart, we have the biggest cheerleader who is our Heavenly Father. And often if we will look up there are many more around us who are there to give support and help us up off our knees when we have fallen.
Maybe it is my gift. Maybe that is the reason I became a teacher. I don't really understand it all right now, but I know I have a special place in my heart for the underdog.
Keep the Light On
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Peter
A few weeks ago I stood and gave a lesson in Gospel Doctrine entitled "To This End I Was Born". The lesson itself focused on the last day of the life of Christ. It also talked about Peter, his zealous testimony, the prophesy of his denial, and what he went through when the prophesy was realized.
While I was preparing the lesson that morning I was called, I felt a particular pull to the story of Peter. I am not sure why, but today I believe I understand. We talked about many things in the class, but most of all we talked about dedication, testimony, and staying firm in the gospel.
In Matthew 26:31-35 we read:
Then saith Jesus unto them, All ye shall be aoffended because of me this night: for it is written, I will bsmite the cshepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be scattered abroad.
But again, this is the love of God being manifest. In the beginning Christ said, "Here am I, send me" (Abr. 3:27), and he is still the volunteer today. He drank of the bitter cup for you and I, for the co-worker you can't stand, for the criminal in jail, for the mother who just lost her child, for the teenager who is struggling with life itself. He loved us enough, in fact more than we will ever comprehend perhaps.
“My heart goes out to Peter. So many of us are so much like him. We pledge our loyalty; we affirm our determination to be of good courage; we declare, sometimes even publicly, that come what may we will do the right thing, that we will stand for the right cause, that we will be true to ourselves and to others.
“Then the pressures begin to build. Sometimes these are social pressures. Sometimes they are personal appetites. Sometimes they are false ambitions. There is a weakening of the will. There is a softening of discipline. There is capitulation. And then there is remorse, followed by self-accusation and bitter tears of regret. …
“… If there be those throughout the Church who by word or act have denied the faith, I pray that you may draw comfort and resolution from the example of Peter, who, though he had walked daily with Jesus, in an hour of extremity momentarily denied the Lord and also the testimony which he carried in his own heart. But he rose above this and became a mighty defender and a powerful advocate. So, too, there is a way for any person to turn about and add his or her strength and faith to the strength and faith of others in building the kingdom of God” (“And Peter Went Out and Wept Bitterly,” Ensign, Mar. 1995, 2–4, 6).
While I was preparing the lesson that morning I was called, I felt a particular pull to the story of Peter. I am not sure why, but today I believe I understand. We talked about many things in the class, but most of all we talked about dedication, testimony, and staying firm in the gospel.
In Matthew 26:31-35 we read:
Then saith Jesus unto them, All ye shall be aoffended because of me this night: for it is written, I will bsmite the cshepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be scattered abroad.
But after I am arisen again, I will go before you into Galilee.
Peter answered and said unto him, Though all men shall be offended because of thee, yet will I never be aoffended.
Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.
Peter said unto him, Though I should die with thee, yet will I not deny thee. Likewise also said all the disciples.
I love the zeal of Peter's testimony! He states he is willing to die with the Savior. All this while, he was walked with Christ, preached of Christ, and witnessed the miracles of Christ. How could he deny the Master? In that moment his love for the Savior would out-power all, even the denial or being offended to know Christ.
And Peter did stand strong. In John 18:10 we read:
Then Simon Peter having a sword drew it, and smote the high priest’s servant, and acut off his right ear. The servant’s name was bMalchus.
In that moment ...
Jesus chides Peter, heals the servant, then allows himself to be taken. I often think about the powerful lesson He teaches here. Standing strong in our testimony of Christ, or defending him, is not about violence. It's about love. It's about healing the wounded soul. It's about giving Living Water to the thirsty traveler.
In this teaching moment, Jesus said, "Thinkest thou I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?" The Bible Dictionary tells us that a legion in the Roman army consists of about 6,000 men and a contingent of cavalry. That would be an impressive sight, 72,000 angels and an impressive contingent to save Him.
Where were you? Would you have been on the front lines? What if these men who were abusing Jesus in the last hours of His life had seen your face through the veil? Would they see your testimony burning bright?
But again, this is the love of God being manifest. In the beginning Christ said, "Here am I, send me" (Abr. 3:27), and he is still the volunteer today. He drank of the bitter cup for you and I, for the co-worker you can't stand, for the criminal in jail, for the mother who just lost her child, for the teenager who is struggling with life itself. He loved us enough, in fact more than we will ever comprehend perhaps.
Do we love Him? How will we show our love for our Brother who made the sacrifice that you and I might live again in the presence of God?
When Christ was taken, most of his disciples "forsook him, and fled." But not Peter and John. They followed him. We read further in Matthew 26:69-75:
Now Peter sat without in the palace: and a adamsel came unto him, saying, Thou also wast with Jesus of Galilee.
And when he was gone out into the porch, another maid saw him, and said unto them that were there, This fellow was also with Jesus of Nazareth.
And again he denied with an oath, I do not know the man.
And after a while came unto him they that stood by, and said to Peter, Surely thou also art one of them; for thy speech abewrayeth thee.
Then began he to curse and to swear, saying, I know not the man. And immediately the acock crew.
And Peter remembered the word of Jesus, which said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt adeny me thrice. And he went out, and wept bitterly.
President Gordon B. Hinckley said:
“My heart goes out to Peter. So many of us are so much like him. We pledge our loyalty; we affirm our determination to be of good courage; we declare, sometimes even publicly, that come what may we will do the right thing, that we will stand for the right cause, that we will be true to ourselves and to others.
“Then the pressures begin to build. Sometimes these are social pressures. Sometimes they are personal appetites. Sometimes they are false ambitions. There is a weakening of the will. There is a softening of discipline. There is capitulation. And then there is remorse, followed by self-accusation and bitter tears of regret. …
“… If there be those throughout the Church who by word or act have denied the faith, I pray that you may draw comfort and resolution from the example of Peter, who, though he had walked daily with Jesus, in an hour of extremity momentarily denied the Lord and also the testimony which he carried in his own heart. But he rose above this and became a mighty defender and a powerful advocate. So, too, there is a way for any person to turn about and add his or her strength and faith to the strength and faith of others in building the kingdom of God” (“And Peter Went Out and Wept Bitterly,” Ensign, Mar. 1995, 2–4, 6).
Perhaps we, like Peter, are powerful, determined, and devoted. However, we also have a tendency to overestimate our ability to resist temptations. Through our many experiences in life, we vow we will never commit that sin again, we will never fall away from the Church, with tears in our eyes we declare our testimony, like Peter, that we will always stand firm.
This lesson is finely illustrated in Alma 39. Alma speaks to his rebellious and immoral missionary son. He chides him for not hearkening to the counsel like his brothers had done. He states, "Now this is what I have against thee; thou didst go unto boasting in thy strength and wisdom" (Alma 39:4, emphasis added).
We like Alma's son may say: Just this once won't hurt, I am strong enough, It's never happened before, and many other like statements. But Brother Ted L. Gibbons reminds us, "We are not nearly as strong and smart as we thing we are, and we are waging war against a being of frightening intellect who has been perfecting his craft for 6,000 years. We are not sufficiently bright and tough to take him on. Our safety is not in our own power and wisdom, but in our obedience.
So, we messed up. Now what? Do we give up and walk away? Or do we remember the words of President Hinckley who said Peter "rose above this and became a mighty defender and a powerful advocate. So, too, there is a way for any person to turn about and add his or her strength and faith to the strength and faith of others in building the kingdom of God."
Brad Wilcox, a former Mission President in the Santiago East Mission, writes in his book The Continuous Atonement, "Repenting and remaking broken covenants allows us to feel a deep sense of gratitude to the Lord. In those moments of struggle, our needs are accentuated. When we experience our own Gethsemanes, we truly begin to value Christ's. When we recognize our own weakness, we stand in awe of his strength."
He then goes on to tell a story, A Lesson in Marble. A missionary called him, his words filled with emotion, and said he needed to speak with him. This young man was a leader, a happy missionary who loved to share the gospel. An appointment was set.
When he arrived, he said, "I made a big mistake."
Right then President Wilcox's mind he started to go through all the possible scenario's. He imagined every possible thing that could affect this Elder's upcoming honorable release.
"I read The Miracle of Forgiveness," he said.
President Wilcox laughed. "Reading the words of President Kimball is far from being a mistake."
"But I now realize that there are things I did when I was younger that I should have confessed and never did. There were times when things went a little farther than what I actually told my bishop."
President Wilcox listened. Nothing was so grievous that it would have affected his worthiness to serve a mission or enter the temple. But those past sins were affecting him and his feelings of worthiness. They needed to be confessed.
He said, "When I was younger I guess I just thought that these sins weren't all that big a deal, but the closer I get to the Lord, the worse I feel about them."
President Wilcox explained that what he was feeling was a very normal and natural step in his spiritual maturity - one through which we all pass. His repentance and full confession were healthy indicators that he was indeed drawing closer to God and the Savior.
"But President, I look back and see so many flaws. I remember all I have done and feel so ashamed and hypocritical. I know Jesus takes the sins away, but it is the memory of them that bothers me."
President Wilcox then remembered something he had heard years earlier and retrieved a small marble egg from the shelf. He said, "Look at the marble. Isn't it beautiful?"
The elder nodded in agreement.
"What makes it beautiful is not that it is free from imperfections. If it were clear and white, with no flaws, it would look plastic and artificial. The marble is beautiful and useful because of the dark veins, not in spite of them. When we repent, our sins are gone, but the memories linger, just like these dark lines. However, as we keep our covenants and experience the sanctifying influence of the Spirit, it is as if those dark lines are polished over time. They actually become part of our beauty."
Nephi was not beautiful and useful to God just because he would "go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded" (Nephi 3:7), but because he could remember being a "wretched man" easily beset with "temptations and ... sins" (2 Nephi 4:17-18). Alma was not beautiful and useful to Christ just because of his diligence in preaching repentance unto others (see Alma 4:19-20; 8:15-16; 13:21, 27), but because he could remember needing repentance himself (see Mosiah 27:2-19; Alma 36:11-17).
Through the Atonement our flaws will become part of our beauty. But we have to be willing to hand over our sins, our wills, our lives, everything we have, to Him. Because indeed, those are the only things we have that are not His.
We have a choice. The road to discipleship is not an easy or comfortable road as Elder Neal A. Maxwell reminds us. To stay on the path we must be obedient and nourish our seeds of faith and testimony. We will not become a powerful Peter overnight, but through our diligence and obedience, giving head to the commandments of God we will become powerful like Peter "in the strength of the Lord."
Whatever it is today that is hindering you, let it go. Pray for understanding. Seek for truth in the scriptures. Attend your meetings with diligence and a determination to learn something. Seek the counsel of your leaders. They have been called and set apart to bless your life and will help to keep you from the treacherous paths.
May you remember how much you are loved.
Friday, July 29, 2011
10 Things I Know To Be True
Sarah Kay started her TED speech with this spoken word poem that touched me and led me to write this post:
If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she's gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand." And she's going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming, I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried. "And, baby," I'll tell her, don't keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I've done it a million times. You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him." But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix. Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate can't fix. But that's what the rain boots are for. Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me. That there'll be days like this. There'll be days like this, my momma said. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's swept away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. "Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more." Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong. But don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
I listened to Sarah Kay for the first time yesterday. She shares profound thoughts in this address at TED as well as some of her spoken word poetry. It touched my writer's soul and looking back, I haven't written much.
In this address she talks about a method she uses to get her student's creative juices flowing. I thought about it and this is where my next posts will come from. The writing prompt is: 10 Things I Know To Be True.
I invite you to take the same journey. Write about something you know to be true. In reading the biography of Pres. Thomas S. Monson I am coming to realize the importance of the written word. What powerful memories he has. Kay shares that writing poetry is how she figures things out and I feel a kinship with her because I write to figure things out as well.
So, here is my list (not in any particular order):
- I love softball
- Teaching wields a special power for change and I love to learn
- Because you love deep, you hurt deep too.
- The gospel of Jesus Christ has been restored in its fulness today, and is lead by prophets
- Photography is the power to capture
- I am afraid of heights
- God loves me and I am His daughter
- I am fascinated by God's paintbrush called Nature
- Everyone can communicate in some way, and everyone has stories we can learn from
- I am grateful for my family and friends
This world is made of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Butterflies
I remember as a little girl in elementary school there were a few times of the year we looked forward to in being able to go outside. One was during the Monarch butterfly migration. There would be hundreds, if not thousands, everywhere. We would chase them, capture them, and sometimes accidentally maim them in our excitement.
What fascinating creatures. Born a seemingly ordinary caterpillar, destined to become a beautiful flying creature. Touch their wings and the magic that was a butterfly was gone.
I have always been in love with butterflies. They are not only a beautiful metaphor for life, but unique and varying all in their own ways. They feed, they pollinate, they beautify. An interesting creature in its own right.
Tonight I think about them in regards to their journeys. Often they are long, hard, and many don't survive. Sometimes, I believe those we love are the same.
My grandmother once shared with me this simple statement when I was struggling with a broken heart, "Sometimes people are like butterflies and need to go out on a journey. If they come back to you, it means they are meant to be yours. If they don't, you need to move on."
In our lives there are very few that come back. For whatever reason, they were ours for a moment in time and then they are gone. We can't explain it; we often don't understand; and maybe it's better that way.
Throughout my life, there have been many different kinds of butterflies that have come and gone. Looking back, I am glad many of them have gone on to their new adventures because as much as I justified wanting them to be with me, it was better they weren't.
Butterflies are an interesting group. They start their lives as a caterpillar. Oftentimes those caterpillars are attractive, but they pose a danger: they are poisonous. Before they get a chance to become what they really are, they defend themselves by poisoning those who just want to love and admire them. All this does is leave a bad taste in the mouths of those who just want to admire and be with them.
Many other butterflies have a defense mechanism where they are able to blend in with the foliage they feed on and fertilize. They go relatively unnoticed and they like it that way. But for many they will miss out on the beautiful opportunity to become acquainted with the creature.
Now, the purpose of this post was not to talk about all the metaphors I could put together about people and butterflies. It was to talk about that feeling you get when that special person comes in to your life and you feel that rush of excitement and you're trying to capture such a fascinating moment / feeling. There are few times I have really felt it. In fact, I am pretty sure I can count it on one hand (I can probably name the people).
That same fascination I felt with capturing butterflies, I feel in capturing the moment between two people that moves you inside. It is not an every day feeling. Someone once said, "Love isn't about the 'I love you's' or 'I miss you's'. Love is about the butterflies you get when you think of him. It’s the chills that run up and down your spine whenever you see him and its the pain that hits every inch of your body when he walks away ..."
I have honestly been chewing on and writing this post for months. Longer than months really. Recently my experience with this has been an interesting transformation. A friend once wrote me a note and said I was the butterfly waiting to come out of the cocoon. In fact, I still have the purple butterfly she gave me in my rough, sculptured hands.
In my life I have never wanted to be the stinging caterpillar, or the butterfly who blends in to go unnoticed. I have wanted to be the beautiful creature God intended me to be. But there are some set-backs and some tough journeys. Often when we are in a caterpillar state, we look at what is going on around us and only see the end of the world. When the fact-of-the-matter is, the Master is in the process of creating a butterfly.
The journey is long and tough; the butterflies will not always be there; there will be moments when we need to help and lift each other to new heights; and the end result will not always be what we want it to be. But those who do survive, beautify this world by adding to it. The love between two people is something unique, but it takes hard work.
Listening to Elder and Sister Holland today, he was talking about how after 48 years he is still madly in love with her. I know that feeling does not come over night. They have had there fair share of trials they have strengthened their wings. But what a gift to be more in love 48 years later.
It's the kind of love that comes from support, a shared vision, and overcoming obstacles. We must not crush the delicate creature in our excitement. Sometimes that is what brings the untimely demise: smothering, lack of knowledge, etc.
Then I think of the power of a butterfly. They say it can affect climate change on the other side of the world. Our love. Finding that person who we share that feeling with. We too can affect change in the world. Elder Bruce R. McConkie said celestial marriage is the crowning jewel of the Gospel. These covenants give us the power to bring souls to the earth, to solidify and strengthen families, and fight the battle against Satan.
In all, we must be delicate. We must give the butterflies in our life the space they need to figure out the world around them. Like my grandmother said, "If they come back, it's because they are yours." Because if we chase, grab at, and harm the butterfly, it will not only stay away, but it could very well die.
But just like the butterfly, I will awake in my own time to a new perspective and perhaps understanding the trials and difficulty of transformation weren't so bad at all.
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