As A Human .... Dealing With Problems and Challenges

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As a human, I often want everybody's problems to be solved quickly, especially those that I can see, and feel, including mine and my family's.  I'm sure I often just pray that they will go away -- and we will all feel good and happy.  It is normal to just want to feel better, to be better, and to not have to deal with hard things.

Once, when I was feeling overwhelmed and discouraged, and like life was really, really hard, I was given the counsel that some challenges and problems just take time.  That is true.  Unfortunately I often have in my mind exactly how long something "should" take to heal from, or to solve, and I get frustrated when that time comes and goes with very little progress seeming to have happened!

As a human, I need to remember that problems and challenges are the rule, and that I can allow them to break me, or I can learn and gain strength from dealing with them.  Instead of praying for problems and challenges to go away, it would serve me better to pray for courage, strength, and direction, and the ability to accept help from others if it is needed.  It is important that at all times I allow Christ to walk with me so that my burden can be light.

The What If Walrus

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Back in the days before cell phones, Derek would occasionally come home late from work without calling me first, and I would panic.  What if he had crashed?  And died?  He would get home to a distraught and somewhat angry wife.  He didn't have to be very late for me to panic either -- just 5 or 10 minutes.

I was reminded of this when I was reading the Book of Mormon this morning.  Lehi had sent off all four of his and Sariah's sons to get the brass plates.  The boys weren't back as soon as Sariah thought they should be, and she panicked.  What if they were hurt?  Or had died?  She said things that were not particularly kind.  She was angry.  Lehi tried to comfort her, but it wasn't until the boys arrived back on the scene that she really felt better.
(There wasn't even a helpful landline type phone back then!)

All of this had me remembering a story that I used to read to my girls about Walrus.  Walrus wanted to learn to ride a bike, but he was plagued by all of the "what ifs"  that he came up with.  So many horrible things were possible, and he probably would hurt himself, and be life flighted, and fall out of the helicopter and die!

Granted, this story is different -- he was worried about himself getting hurt and maybe dying -- but he was paralyzed by his fear, just like Sariah and I were stuck in ours, not moving out of the fear until we knew our loved ones were safe.

Walrus did try riding a bike, and he did fall.  He also learned to ride that bike.  When we are feeling afraid, wouldn't it be nice to be able to just pull out the confidence that God is with us, and no matter what happens He will still be with us? Walrus had friends who helped him when he fell off of his bike, and we will have help when we face hard things too.  Worrying in advance over the what ifs just paralyzes us, and doesn't help us now, or later. 

Accepting What Is

Accepting what is
(That I sometimes wake
up with an exciting hairdo)

Does not mean that there is no way to make it better!

I am reading a book called The Five Thieves of Happiness by John Izzo where he talks about control as a thief of happiness -- specifically us trying to control people, or situations.  Trying to control what is not ours to control sets us up to be unhappy.  It's like saying we will only be happy if it is sunny -- and then it rains.  Or I will only be happy if my friend is happy.  What if they are chronically unhappy?  Do you have to be chronically unhappy too? 

When Derek and I were first married I cried a lot -- over just about everything.  At first, Derek would be sad too, but then he told me that he would always be sympathetic when I felt sad, but that he didn't think it was a good idea for him join in my sadness.  He was right!  I knew he cared that I was sad, and quite frankly, a happier Derek had a lot bigger chance of helping me snap out of my sadness!

When I opened my journal today I read about the lesson I had learned with Dan's food allergies.  I didn't feel peaceful about them until I realized that they just are.  Me using my mind to wish them away wasn't working.  It did nothing but make me grumpy, and keep me from finding solutions.  I then listed some of the challenges my children were facing. I had "struggled against it all -- feeling sorry for me and them."  The solution I came to?  "I need to accept that these challenges are and be grateful that the Lord will help me.  I need to not only trust that He will try (to help) but that He will help ...

Accepting what is helps us to be happier than trying to control what we can't change.  Accepting what is can move us forward, helping us find happy solutions to the very problems we are fighting so hard against.

Spring

Some of our beautiful spring crocuses

Just lately I have been noticing the signs of Spring.  There has been rain instead of snow, and the sun shines longer and warmer.  Birds are singing a lot, lawns are starting to turn green, the trees and rose bushes are getting ready to put leaves on, and we have beautiful crocuses growing near our mailbox.

Of course, there are also allergies, and wasps, and weeds.  There is a lot of outside work to do, and not all of it is enjoyable.  However, Spring is so beautiful, and is a good reminder that there are new beginnings, that cold and dark will eventually turn to warmth and light.  There is opposition in everything.  Good and bad to be found.  But in Spring, even while sneezing, pulling weeds, and hunting wasps, it is easier for me to feel that good wins, and that light always overcomes darkness.

It Is Well With My Soul

The hymn It is Well With My Soul was written by Horatio Spafford as he passed a spot in the ocean where, just a few days before, his four daughters had died when the ship they and their mother were travelling on sank.  His wife was the only member of his family left alive, and you can imagine how devastated they both were.  I saw a dramatization of the story done during a Tabernacle Choir concert.  It was so sad!  It was also a story of faith. The mourning that, for both Horatio and his wife, eventually turned to peace and assurance.  The words written by Horatio show his trust and faith in God, even in this incredibly sad circumstance.

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Shortly after hearing the story of this hymn, I found, and bought the sign from the picture above.  It is on my room on a shelf.  Sometimes, in the evenings especially, I will glance at it and wonder, "Is it well with my soul?" This sign has unexpectedly given me a reminder to ponder whether I am trusting God in whatever situation I am in, and if I am trusting Him to forgive me when I make mistakes, or to help me when things seem hard.  I am thankful when I come to the conclusion that, at least for the moment, it is well with my soul.

Giving God Control

I read somewhere that we should give control of our lives to God, and so I was contemplating what that means and what it looks like.  It's not a big shock to me or anyone else that He's smarter, wiser, and more knowledgeable than everyone on the planet, so it makes sense to give control to Him.  I also know that giving Him control does NOT look like me sitting around waiting for Him to decide what I should wear, tell me exactly how to help everyone, and take away my problems!

God gave me the ability to choose, and He wants me to use it.  I believe that giving control to Him means that I use my will to choose Him, and His way. I trust Him in all circumstances.  I believe Him and His word and that keeping the commandments is the happy way to live.  I use my agency to think, do, and say things that honor Him.  I take time to listen for His guidance, and to follow it.  When I make mistakes, and sin, giving control to God is repenting -- letting Him heal me.

In short, giving control to God simply means that I use the agency He gave me to choose to give up what I think is best, to do what He knows is best.  Elder Maxwell's quote is a good summation:

In striving for ultimate submission, our wills constitute all we really have to give God anyway.

Neal A. Maxwell

It Is NOT About Me

Jake at Pioneer Park in St. George
This has nothing to do with my post
but I wanted to put this picture somewhere!

Once upon a time I had asked one of my kids to let me practice a presentation I had to give on them and they reacted in a grumpy, not kind manner.  I  was upset, and a bit hurt, but later heard this same child telling their Dad all about what a hard time they were having, and the challenges they were dealing with, and I realized that their reaction wasn't about me at all, it was about them, and their struggles.  Interestingly, on the same day I learned the same lesson with another child.  More recently I was frustrated with someone who I later realized had been struggling a lot.  I had been too busy being frustrated to notice.  I am sad about that. 

I want to always stop and think when someone is doing something that is frustrating, or saying something that sounds personal, or hurtful to me, that It is NOT about me.  It is about what they are going through, and how they are feeling, and what they are thinking.  I want to be compassionate.  I want to remember always that "in the quiet heart is hidden sorrows that the eye can't see".  (Lord, I Would Follow Thee, by Susan Evans McCloud)  When things seem hurtful, I want my go to response to be love and kindness.  That is the person that I want to be.

Dan climbing up to be with Jake.

A Way To NOT Improve Prayers

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The other day after praying I said, in what must have been a discouraged voice, "and everything I forgot".  Dan said, "Mom, it was a good prayer". 
I have tried to get rid of the non-helpful method of criticizing myself to spark improvement.  This method not only doesn't work, it sends me into fits of depression. 

I have been studying, and working on improving my prayers, but Dan's comment helped me realize that I had fallen into the old pattern. I was looking for what I did "wrong" somehow thinking that would help me to improve.  It didn't.  In fact, it was starting to make me dread praying!

I realized that day that it would be better if I noticed every good thing about my prayers. Everything that worked.  Everything I did remember.  I could hold on to those things, and maybe, slowly, the things that I forget would be remembered, and the inspiration I want would come.  In fact, a day after this realization, I went to say my morning prayer, and was prompted to changed something I usually say to something similar that felt more grateful, and worshipful, and to ask for something more useful.  This gave me hope for the improvement that I had been hoping for.

Looking for what I was doing wrong, instead of improving what I was doing right, was NOT a way to improve my prayers!

Lovely Lists

A friend of mine gave me a notebook for Christmas.  I love notebooks!  I also have a few and so I didn't know exactly what I wanted to use it for.  I thought about it until I had an idea that I loved.  It would be a notebook of My Lists!  Derek came home to find me sitting in front of our bookshelf making a list of the books that I've learned something from.  I told him what I was doing and that "I like lists!".  He laughed and asked if that was a surprise to me.

So here are the lists I have made so far.  I would love to hear what lists you would make!  I have a few different book lists, 100 things I appreciate about myself (this was an idea from the Better Than Happy podcast), 100 things I appreciate about Derek, goals that I have had, and words to ponder.  I do love words!

I do not like all lists and so lists of chores, and what I "should do" will not make it into my book.  It will just be a book of lovely lists.

Orchestra Concert: The Gift of Smiles and Encouragement

Four flute players:  Maudie (who also plays piccolo), Jolie, Me, and Amber

On Sunday, after barely waking up from my accidental nap in time to get ready, I played in the Nebo Philharmonic Orchestra concert at the Springville Museum.  Not only did my awesome family come, including Derek's parents, but so did some friends.  I loved having people there to support me, who smiled, and were so kind.  I felt like they had all given me a great gift, and I am thankful.

I really am not the best flute player ever, but being in the orchestra has given me an opportunity to improve, and I generally work pretty hard to be able to play the songs we are given.  The encouragement I get from my family and friends helps keep me going, and makes playing in the concerts more fun.  I want to grow up to be more like the awesome people I know!

The Happiest Part of Your Day

Trisa and a slightly panicked Tia on the swing set my Dad and Derek built.
It gave us many, many years of good service!

Yesterday at dinnertime Dan asked Jake and me (Derek was stuck in traffic) what the best part of our days had been.  This has been done a lot at our house over the years, and I am always thankful to be reminded that no matter how hard a day has been, or how long it has seemed, there is something to be grateful for.

Dan was grateful to learn some new skill in his computer coding class.  Jake was thankful that a friend came over and helped him disassemble our old swing set (may it rest in peace).  I was thankful to have recordings of Fixer Upper to watch while I folded piles of laundry.  It was like being in the presence of happy, creative friends -- which was appreciated on a day when I was tired, had a headache, and just didn't want to -- well just about anything!

Hooray for the happy moments that are hiding somewhere in our days if we look for them!

Connor swinging on the swing set once it was moved to our new house (1998)
All of the kids used the swing set.  I just don't know where those pictures are hiding!

The Evolving Want: The Story of My "Potting Bench"

The focal point of this picture, looks like a fancy
potting bench.
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Two or three weeks ago I got it into my head that I wanted a potting bench.  I don't even know how I knew what a potting bench was!  I just wanted to have one spot in the shed where all of my gardening stuff is kept -- instead of a spot in the shed, and in the garage, and occasionally scattered about the garden itself. 

A potting bench is kind of a fancy table to work on potting your plants, and it has room for some tools, and often has a plant shelf so it can look all beautiful too.  They can be quite pretty. 

Then I thought maybe a cart on wheels would be the thing.  I saw a neighbor using a cart as a potting bench out in his driveway.  I could wheel my garden stuff out of the shed and work in the sun!

This cart is bigger and more rustic than the ones
I was looking at.

Finally, I decided that before I bought anything I was going to go to Deseret Industries and see what they had available.  I found the perfect thing!  And it only cost me $10.  It is in the shed already, loaded with my gardening supplies.

This is when it was still sitting at DI
I think it's really a solid old dresser that is missing two drawers,
but I wanted the two shelves and not the drawers and so it is perfect for me!

I am glad that I didn't buy the potting bench right when I decided I wanted one.  It would have been out of place in our shed, and would have gotten all dinged up, and would have blocked the window.  I'm also glad I didn't go with a rolling cart.  Any potting I do is usually me sitting on the lawn, or at the kitchen table.  I like my new "potting bench".  It is practical, and has character.

Failure

Here are a few things I've heard about failure that I find helpful:

Fear of failure keeps us stuck.
This has happened in a lot of situations for me.  When I don't know exactly the right way to help a child it sometimes stops me from trying anything.  If I try something,
at least I gain information on whether that thing works or not!

You never fail unless you quit trying.

Albert Einstein

This can sound a bit harsh in some circumstances.  I took violin lessons for a year.  It hurt to play because of neck and shoulder issues, and it was really hard!  I learned quite a bit, but in the end decided to stop playing the violin and stick with the instruments I have.  I do not feel like I failed just because I stopped playing the violin.  I learned quite a lot, including how impressed I should be by good violinists!  I did fail to become a great violinist myself, but I succeeded in trying something new and learning quite a bit!

Failure = Information

If we have "failed", it can show what we need to work on,

or practice more,

or what doesn't work. 

Failure is success in progress.

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A Grudgingly Given Gift

A few years ago a friend asked me to go somewhere with her.  I really did not want to go, but I went anyway.  I felt so grumpy!  And for some reason I had the scripture in my mind that says, "...if a man being evil giveth a gift, he doeth it grudgingly; wherefore it is counted unto him the same as if he had retained the gift..." (Moroni 7:8).  This just made me more grumpy!  Here I was trying to do something nice and I felt like somehow I was being called evil -- and that it didn't count!  That didn't seem fair.

I know that life isn't about collecting enough good check marks to get to heaven, but my interpretation of the scripture in relation to this incident bothered me.   Finally, after all this time, I studied this scripture more carefully.  Grudgingly in the dictionary is defined as "reluctantly or resentfully".  I don't think I was resentful about going, but I was reluctant!  As I studied I looked at context, and at the scriptures in the footnotes, and I came to the conclusion that grudgingly in this case meant without a heart towards God or without a willingness to do His will.

I realized that the intention behind our actions is critical, and love should be behind any gift. I went with my friend when I didn't really feel like it because I love her, and I thought it was the kind thing to do.  I did feel like I gave this gift grudgingly, but I feel better knowing that Heavenly Father knows my heart, and His judgment is fair.

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Making Up Stories

The stories we tell ourselves can have a lot of power.

When I try to call someone and they don't answer, or the phone is busy, I often like to make up a story about why they aren't answering or who they are talking to.  I like to guess!  This can be harmless depending on the story I tell myself.

In my journal I wrote that "I need to teach myself NOT to make up stories about why things happen -- because I far too often believe my fiction as fact!"  Now, if I tell myself someone isn't answering my call because they are driving, there really isn't any harm done.  On the other hand, if the story I tell myself is that they aren't answering because they saw it was me and didn't want to talk to me, I can start feeling unloved and unwanted even though the story I told myself wasn't true!

Other stories that can be harmful are the ones we tell ourselves that have us being responsible for the thoughts and feelings someone else has, or the actions they take and the words they say, when we really do NOT have that much power.  I do this most often with my children.  Unfortunately, taking the blame for something that I had no choice in doesn't really end up helping, it just leaves me feeling like a failure.

I still like to make up stories, but now, when I make up stories about why things happen, or why someone does or says something, I try to make up a story that is as happy for me, and as kind to others as I can because my brain will take the stories I tell myself, and have me feeling they are true.

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Speak and Act Out of Love

It is best to take our frustrations to the Lord and our love to the people. 

John Lund

Dan, Tia, Jake, Connor, Trisa, and Kayli in 2012
I'm thankful for every time I remembered to keep my mouth shut when I was frustrated
with any of these wonderful people!

When I get frustrated I can feel my whole body start to tense up and I can almost feel my frustrated thoughts trying to get out into the open.  If I don't stop myself from speaking when I'm frustrated, I regret it.  I am not very loving in those moments!

When Connor was in junior high and was having problems with anxiety, I would get anxious too, and frustrated that I didn't know how to help.  Then, when I spoke during that frustration Connor would say, "It doesn't help for you to get angry at me!"  I would then have to explain that I wasn't angry at him, just frustrated that I didn't know how to help him.  I'm sure that this explanation was never as good as the times that I waited through the frustration, and spoke consciously with love.

Connor got better as time went by, and I am convinced that one of the largest factors was that I got better at taking my frustrations to Heavenly Father, and speaking more calmly, from a place of love, to Connor.

Intimidation and Confidence

Years ago I used to play the organ in church.  The thing is, I do not play the organ.  I play the piano.  So I never used the organ pedals and someone always had to tell me which stops to pull out.  I was not, and am not a confident pianist, and I for sure was not confident playing the organ!  My hands would shake, making it harder to play.  It was always worse when a particular man came to our ward because I knew he was an organist, and I was intimidated by this fact, and shook harder, and played worse.

Another year, in another ward, I was accompanying the choir at church.  During the practice right before the performance my music had blown off of the piano and so my friend said I should put the music in a notebook, and she would help turn the pages.  It turns out there were a couple of problems with this plan.  First, I hadn't practiced that way, which had me feeling extra nervous!  Second, my friend was turning the pages, and she could no doubt play the music better than I could without her ever having practiced that song.  She is an excellent pianist!  Having her sit by me had me thinking about how unaccomplished I was, and every time she went to turn the page I would shake harder.

This kind of intimidation came from my lack of confidence, and perhaps from pride.  The pride of not wanting to prove how much worse I was at something than someone else.  I would have happily turned my music playing tasks over to these more accomplished people, and at the same time I would have been disappointed in myself for not following through with the responsibilities that were mine.  This is the kind of intimidation that can keep us from progressing.  It is comparing ourselves, finding ourselves less than, and allowing that to keep us from trying.  It is easy to do, and I do have compassion for those who do this.  I do it myself!  It is hard to get past the nerves created by worrying that we aren't good enough.

I still end up playing the piano when I am not the best pianist in the room, or doing any number of things when a more skilled person is present.  On these occasions I try to remember that most people are glad it is me up there making mistakes and not them.  I like to remember to laugh at myself when I goof so nobody has to feel awkward.  And, I am thankful to have learned that the people who are more skilled than me are often the most compassionate when I goof because they have not always been so skilled and have their own stories of being intimidated, and of making mistakes!

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The Happiness of Repentance

Repentance = Getting back on the path to God.

I heard a definition of sin and repentance that I find helpful.  Sin is anything that has us turning away from God, and Repentance is turning back towards God.  Sin gets us off the path, and repentance gets us back.

Sometimes we seem to believe that beating ourselves up about whatever we have thought, said, or done wrong is required for forgiveness, but if we are traveling any road, and we get beaten up, it makes getting where we want to go harder.  Obviously we need to recognize that we have turned away from God, and it is okay to feel bad, but beating ourselves up isn't feeling bad.  It's feeling bad and then tearing ourselves down too.  It is telling ourselves we are stupid, and that our mistake has made us unsalvageable, or not worth saving.  It is denying that Christ's atonement can reach us, which takes us even farther away from God.

I have been the queen of beating myself up on occasion, never stopping to think of this as a lack of faith in Christ.  It isn't until relatively recently that I realized what a joyful thing it is to recognize a sin so that I have the opportunity to turn back towards God!  This morning I read in Job 5:17 "Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth:...".  I do not like getting "in trouble" and have often wondered how being corrected by God could be happy -- but it is!  He can help us see where we have turned away from Him, and He will help us turn back to Him.  He is love -- and turning back towards love is happy!

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From a Little Seed

Every year when I plant a garden, I am amazed at what a big plant can come from one tiny little seed.  The seed needs dirt, water, and sunlight and to not be allowed to be choked out by weeds, and then it grows into the same kind of plant it came from -- creating more seeds to grow more plants from!  It really is miraculous.

We are miraculous too.  We can be the seeds.  The dirt can be our environment --which can be good, bad, or in between.  Water can represent our physical needs.  If we don't take care of ourselves, we shrivel faster!  If we do take care of ourselves, we grow stronger (unless attacked by diseases and pests!).  Sunlight is what we need from God.  It is His love, and knowledge and what keeps our spirits growing and improving.  He's the gardener that is there to help fix things when we mess them up. Weeds can be the things that sneak into our environment.  They are sins, and distractions.  They can grow so big that they keep us from the sun, and they drink all of the water.

No analogy is perfect.  But just look at how much of our growth we have a choice about! We can choose to make our environments better, or can get lax and let destructive things in.  We can take care of ourselves, or not, which can really help or hinder our growth in all areas.  We can choose to repent, and allow God into our lives fully, or we can believe that those "weeds" won't really make that big of a difference.  We have a choice in so many things!  We may not have a choice about which diseases or pests come our way, but we do have a choice of how we will deal with them, and whether we will turn towards God or away from Him because of them.

I hope to grow into the kind of "plant" that will make the Gardener happy.  The kind who reaches for The Son, appreciates the rain, and doesn't allow the weeds to thrive!  The kind of plant who doesn't let diseases and pests keep me from hope, and light.  Then, before winter comes, the little seed that is me, can become something truly miraculous.

Grace

We all are going to have trials that cause us to need consolation, and will make mistakes that leave us unclean.  We are all in need of transformation!  Where will that consolation and cleansing come from?  It will come through Christ's grace, through His power to save us through the atonement He made.  

We are not God, but we can extend grace to those around us in the best way we know how.  We can console people in their sadness, or hard times.  We can love them when they make mistakes.  Jesus does that for all of us when we turn to Him, and we get to practice doing that for each other.  When we receive Christ's grace ourselves it makes us want to extend that same grace to those around us.  To love, to be patient, to forgive, to help, to console.

It is by seeing us receiving grace and then extending grace to each other that people can be led to Christ, who is the one who saves.

Mealtime. Sacred?

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During the introduction to one of my Tai Chi DVDs Scott Cole said that he considers "mealtime a sacred time dedicated to fueling my body in the best, highest order possible."

I have been taught that my body is a temple, and temples are sacred.  It makes sense to me that we should pay attention to what we put into our bodies.  We should be mindful of whether we are giving our bodies good fuel, or the kind that corrodes the tank (so to speak).

I will admit that I have not really ever been great about "fueling my body in the best, highest order possible".  I mostly have fueled it in a tasty, but not so healthy manner.  Making mealtime sacred in the way Scott Cole talked about is worth some thought, and when I think of mealtime this way, I eat healthier food!

Mourning Normal

Me and Derek making the hospital look like a happy place!

I sometimes think that I am happiest when things are "normal", and then I remember that there really isn't a normal in this life -- at least not a permanent normal.  Life is ever changing and I need to not let that change ruin my happiness, but when I was going through all of the drama of last year a wise friend told me that it was okay to mourn.  I sometimes tried to tell myself that other people's situations were worse and therefore I shouldn't mourn.  I felt like maybe it was unfair or weak of me to be sad over something that wasn't as hard as another person's trial -- but that's not really how it works.  Comparison doesn't make what's hard for me go away, and doesn't make it easier either.

After my surgeries last year my body just isn't "normal" anymore.  I have cried over that a few times.  Then I realized how many times my body has changed rather drastically since I was born, and I decided I needed to just get used to the changes and move on.  Still, I have discovered that mourning doesn't just all of a sudden end no matter how logical I try to be.  It can come and go in waves.  Thankfully the waves get smaller and smaller as time goes by.

There is such a thing as normal I think -- normal for us -- but it is always temporary.  I have found that when things get abnormal, focusing on the things that I have to be grateful for helps to ease the pain of loss, but it is okay to feel the pain.  Feeling the pain and sorrow of mourning, eventually helps me to have a greater appreciation for peace and joy.

Latter-day Saints

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I do not often stop to consider why, in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we are called saints.  It certainly isn't because we have reached perfection!  Elder Renlund in a 2015 general conference talk called "Latter-day Saints Keep Trying" said,

"If we don’t try, we’re just latter-day sinners; if we don’t persevere, we’re latter-day quitters; and if we don’t allow others to try, we’re just latter-day hypocrites.  As we try, persevere, and help others to do the same, we are true Latter-day Saints. As we change, we will find that God indeed cares a lot more about who we are and about who we are becoming than about who we once were."

I like so many things about this quote, but maybe especially that we don't need to look back and keep regretting the same things over and over.  We cannot re-do the past.  We can focus forward and trust that God cares more about who we are than who we were, and He will help us to become who we were meant to be.  

Let Go Of Anger

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This is a picture of a couple of
the things that can help
us to let go of anger.

I either don't get angry very easily, or I don't have a lot to be angry over, but I do remember one specific situation where I was angry.  Somebody did and said some things that I didn't think were right, or fair, and that I felt put me in an uncomfortable spot.  I was angry!  I was angry for quite a while and hope never to repeat the experience!  I made the mistake of dwelling on what I thought they should have known, on what they should have done, and on what I wish I had said.  I wondered if I should let them know they were wrong.

The answer was no.  The situation was past.  There was nothing that needed to be done.  It was over.  Telling the person that I was angry and that they were wrong wasn't going to help.  It was too late for either of us to say or do anything differently and that particular situation wasn't likely to ever happen again.  And, there is always the possibility (believe it or not) that I wasn't completely right either!  So, eventually, after obsessing about it for a while, and talking to Derek, and probably days of prayer, I just let it go.  I stopped thinking about it.

I had thought that what this person had done was wrong and unfair and I was frustrated, but I only felt better when I chose to let go of the angry thoughts and replaced them with kind thoughts of forgiveness, understanding, and charity.  I only felt better when I let go of the pride that had me feeling like I needed to prove that I was right.

Lucius Annaues Seneca said, "Anger if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful than the injury that provokes it."  Being angry hurt me more than anyone, and forgiving was a relief.

I'm Lucky

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I'm always coming up with new plans.  My latest is to write a song a month, even if it is just a short silly song.  This is my first one.  To listen to it, click on the title, and as usual, just smile and be amused at all of the flaws in the video.

I'm Lucky

Some people think if they need luck

They’d better find a four leaf clover

But I think if they need some luck

They ought to call me over!

I have to think I’m lucky

I have some proof you’ll see!

For almost every time I smile

Someone smiles back at me!

I’m sure that I am lucky

Because it’s the honest truth

While walking on a house or two

I’ve never fallen off a roof!

Now I’ve been sick a few times

But that’s no cause for doubt

I’ve always gotten well you know

Which should give me some clout

And though I’ve fallen down some

And been yelled at one the phone

I also have been given hugs

And I never broke a bone!

I’ve got lots of proof I’m lucky.

I cannot share it all!

But if luck was measured up in height

I would be really tall!

So if you think that you need luck

Don’t look for a four leaf clover

It’s better to give me a call

And I will come right over!

My 11 Year Old Self

I pulled out my 11 - 12 year old journal this morning and had a few really good laughs!  Obviously, all journals are not full of wisdom.  At least I have proof that I have grown up some!  I like to look back with love and compassion on my younger self.  I was trying hard to figure out this world we live in, and I think I was doing the best I could.  Here are some quotes from July 1979 with the spelling fixed, and a little added punctuation so it is easier to read.

"Yesterday was a day of a great many excitements but there was one particular time when the girl Tina was babysitting got mad walked out and slammed the door.  Since there was nothing Tina or I could do we went through some cards and wrote down some commitments to choose from and do.  I chose from the commitments I got.  I chose eight of them in which I hope to complete them all within about 12 months."

"Today I woke up at 10:30 giving me the total of 11 and 1/2 hours of sleep last night (a little overdone).  Starting today, Bed by 10:00, up by 6:30"

And here's one that made me laugh out loud.

"Yesterday I found out a guy ... liked me.  Imagine that Me!  He got his sister to ask me if I liked him.  I, like a dumbo said, sort of when he is my 2nd or 3rd choice.  What a nice day.  All the talks were good and interesting."  

 I'm so glad I am not 11 or 12 anymore but it is fun to read the words my younger self thought were worth recording!

Do You Want To Build A Snowman?

Jake and Derek with our snow creations.

Snow Pig, and Snowman

It seems to me that it takes energy to be happy.  I have also heard that it takes using energy to get energy.  On Sunday after church I was feeling sleepy.  I thought that maybe I should just lie down, but it had snowed, and the snow was good packing snow, and I wanted to build a snowman.  I almost let sleepiness win, but I thought I would regret it and so I went and started getting my boots and coat on.

I told Dan I wanted to build a snowman and he said, "I don't!"   Derek might not have wanted to either, but he came out with me and helped me.  Then Jake came and made huge snowballs, and I made a snow pig (that was supposed to be a dog) and I tried to turn Derek's next big snowball, with mine on top, into a duck.  All the while Teddy the dog was running around (he's fast!) looking super happy.

I had so much fun!  I so often do not choose the activity because I feel tired, and it seems too hard.  I am rather proud of myself for choosing to be fun (I told the kids to write about it in their journals) and so thankful that Derek and Jake came outside too.  That activity woke me up, and I felt so happy!  That energy lasted the whole rest of the day!  I hope I will remember to more often choose activity -- not just to get energy -- but to make memories.

Teddy happily running

Derek next to his big snowball

Me and the "snow duck" that you really will have to use your imagination to see.
Just go ahead and believe it's the wrong camera angle :-)

Teddy and Jake.  I love this picture.

Jake and Teddy.  I love this one too because Jake is happy.
In the background Derek is probably trying to shore up the snowman
who is leaning towards the front.  I fully expect the snowman
to fall on his face sometime today.
Poor snowman.