22 October 2011

And It Makes Me Cry

No, I haven't given up on my blog.  I need an outlet for my writing, and I have lots of things to write about going through my head, all followed with the thought: "I need to blog about that."  This is the most thorough record of my life, for the past few years, anyway, so I really do need to get back on the wagon.  I'm just so busy that this tends to fall on the wayside.  I want to be a good blogger--I want to write stuff that means something, that I'd be happy to go back and read, grateful that I had written it.  In other words, I want to do it well, and since I haven't had time to dedicate to doing it well, I just haven't done it.  It's like quicksand: a bad trap to fall into, and I'm constantly trying to climb my way out of it.  Sometimes it's just easier to let my world swallow me up than to fight to stay above ground.

I want to put in a picture here of my French Family.  Unfortunately, all of those pictures are on film, and I haven't converted them over to digital yet.  I found these on my friend Caroline's Facebook page.  This is them in front of the chapel in Metz.

Caroline, Olivier, Didier and Martine Houmeau, circa 2004
 This is Didier and Martine in 2009.  Aren't they adorable?


This family is amazing.  They are intelligent and kind and good.  I was a missionary in Metz in 2001, and Didier was the Branch President.  It was my last area, and while I was getting ready to go home, Caro was getting ready to leave for her mission in England.  We enjoyed singing together, and she went out with us frequently.  I loved spending time with them.  I visited them when I went back for a study-abroad in 2004, and stayed at their home for a few days.  It wasn't long enough, but it was great to be with them for a little while.

I found out that Martine passed away this week.  She had cancer, which had come back pretty aggressively this time.  It wasn't unexpected, but I'm not sure that makes it any easier.  I hadn't seen them since 2004, but it still hit me like a ton of bricks.  Martine was one of those rare people who actually lived in a Christlike manner.  She was unfailingly kind and generous, always happy and radiating goodness.  She had so much faith and charity, you couldn't help but be drawn to her and want to follow her example. 

That's one reason why it hurts.  She was such a beautiful person, and I won't get to see her again until I'm on the other side.  When I realized that, it reminded me of all the good people in my life who are on the other side, who are missing from me.  And it ripped open those wounds that have taken so long to heal.  I know I can't understand the will of God with my little mind, and I know the pain becomes more bearable over time, but the scars are always there.  I will always ache for my John, for my dear Josie, for Martine, and for the others I have lost. 

Martine loved to sing, and she had a beautiful voice.  She was so humble about it that she was shy about sharing her talent.  I have joined a choir that will be performing some Christmas concerts, and I know she would have loved to have been part of it.  One of the pieces we will sing is called, "In the First Light" (listen to a version of it here).  As Sarah knows, I couldn't get through this song without crying, and now it's basically impossible to keep my composure--especially when we come to this part:

"Hear the angels as they're singing
On the morning of His birth
But how much greater will our song be
When He comes again to Earth."


I know Martine is an angel now, and she'll be singing in heavenly praises to our Lord for the rest of eternity.  I will try to sing to honor her, though it will mostly just end up with me in tears, trying to express a gratitude to God for the gift of having known her.

25 September 2011

Who I Am, Who I'm Not and Who I Want to Be

There have been a lot of voices, in the blogosphere and otherwise, telling me that I need to decide who I want to be.  I have made "To Do" type bucket lists before, but I have never made a "To Be" list.  I think I have been avoiding it for a long time, because it requires self-examination, looking into the deepest parts of your soul to figure out who you really want to be.

A very wise man once said: “With most people, conversion [spiritual rebirth and accompanying remission of sins] is a process; and it goes step by step, degree by degree, level by level, from a lower state to a higher, from grace to grace, until the time that the individual is wholly turned to the cause of righteousness. Now, this means that an individual overcomes one sin today and another sin tomorrow. He perfects his life in one field now, and in another field later on. And the conversion process goes on until it is completed, until we become, literally, as the Book of Mormon says, saints of God instead of natural men” (Bruce R. McConkie, Be Ye Converted, Brigham Young University Speeches of the Year (Feb. 11, 1968), 12).
 
I have a very long journey before me, from who I am now toward who I want to be.  I have been taking notes at certain events, many of which are pointing me in this direction.  For example, my mom took all of the girls to "Time Out For Women," held at the Kent Concert Hall in Logan on September 16-17th.   The theme of this conference is "Choose to Become."  It was really an inspiring event, and I'd like to share them put them here for future reference.

Sarah, Rebecca, Me, Lexy, Mom & Rachael @ El Toro (during the lunch break on Saturday)

Friday 9/16/11


Pick one thing and do it well. I can develop talents I don't know I have. There's much to be done. What will I be remembered for? Am I a positive person? Do I believe in a happy ending for myself?
 
Our Father in Heaven has high expectations. Faith breeds optimism. Choose to become who you want to be. Lay hold upon every good thing. Faith is the power: pray, think and live with faith.  Matt 7:7-11. Am I given stones when I ask for bread? What if He wants to give me bread, but I'm not asking for the right thing? I have to know that it's right. My faith is small, but if I give it all, it will be enough. Do the thing you think you cannot do. (Eleanor Roosevelt). What limits have I placed on my life?. Ephesians 3:20. He thinks exceedingly, abundantly above what I can think.
 
I am where I am because of my choices. Hope is wanting what I want, and faith is wanting what God wants. It is not too late to change. See Cast Not Away Your Confidence (JRH @ BYU 1999).

I am in charge of who I want to be. Do I treasure motherhood? I have to choose what dreams I need to follow. Will simple little dreams suffice? We can choose what we do, but we can't control the consequences.

Alma: be humble, submissive, diligent, ask for what I need. Life is not a contest. Do I feel the need to compete with everybody else? Do I let the world define my dreams? It's about MY progress. It's hard to be. I need to think about my behaviors. Self-talk. "This is one of those times." "I've done that myself." Think it through ahead of time. Decide what changes I need to make, decide who I want to be before I'm in the situation.

What is jealousy? It's not a contest. We all have different strengths. What does the Lord think is important? What will really matter in the long run? "You're not in that big of a hurry." How do I want to feel? Keep my eternal purpose in mind. Tell myself that something is distressing, not dangerous. Thoughts can change what happens in my body. It's okay to let my feelings rise. The images the world creates for me isn't real. If I can remind myself of the correct vision, it will help me become who I really want to be.

Develop a "mother heart." It's the only thing I can change.  There is always something to be grateful for.

Saturday 9/17/11


Esther 4:14.  Trusting in the Lord, having patience in Him. God answers prayers; not always in the way or in the time that I want. 

I can give my life to the Lord through service. D&C 84:88. He will go before my face. D&C 54.

There is power in forgiveness. Be grateful for my life. I am where I am because Heavenly Father knew I needed my family.  Forgive others, that I may be forgiven. Don't counsel the Lord; He knows much better than I do what I need.

Hold fast to the iron rod. Helaman 5:12. 2 Nephi 4:26. Alma 7:11-12. He will take upon Him the pains, sorrows & infirmities, that He may know how to succor us. If I decide to become something, He will give me the strength to accomplish it.  Let the scriptures be my therapist.

Mercy River: Let in the sunshine. We all need saving. Everything will be okay eventually, but it's okay to hurt sometimes. It's okay to ask for help. Mercy River. Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.


I didn't plan to be a witch.  Some ideas to find Holiness in the Havoc. Take time to be holy. Make a conscious effort to remember the Savior. Make something ordinary into a holy moment. 

Survive tribulations. Everyone has them.  

Remember who we are, what we signed up for. Figure out the one thing I want to change.

Remember who your children really are. Have as five-facet review for your children: how is each child doing physically, mentally, emotionally, socially and spiritually? Do things with other women. Powerofmoms.com, valuesparenting.com.  Take Jesus with me. I tend to compartmentalize, but the Lord knows everything that happens, whether I chose to include Him or not. It's hard to see when you're in the midst of it. Life is a series of problems. God is more interested in my character than in my comfort.


The key to becoming is learning and knowledge. It is better to pass through sorrow that we may know.  Truth and knowledge after the honey we reach for. Luke 10: story of Mary & Martha.  Martha was cumbered, careful and troubled about many things. One thing is needful; choose the better part.

Staircase of righteousness and knowledge. Abraham 1:2.  D&C 88, 50:24. The soul is like a messy room which needs tidying.  If you respond to the light, you get more light. The theme of life is becoming, not arriving.

The Compass Principle. Find truth in its' most mature form.  Plant the fixed foot in the gospel. Use the searching foot, draw a large circle and find truths.  Never compare your best to their worst. Always learn about other cultures from someone who lives it and loves it. Leave room for holy envy.  Moses on Mt. Nebo: Let it suffice thee. We will not become everything we want to become immediately.

Mercy River: God doesn't love us because we're perfect; He loves us because He is perfect. He is waiting for us to turn around and come back to Him. "I Belong to You." "Beautiful For Me"


Blaze your own trail. 
B: Bold and Brave. Story of Deborah. Satan tells me I'm not _______ enough. With God, I can do anything.
E: Eternally minded. Set my mind and my heart on the Lord. Satan wants me to be worldly. 
C: Creative.  We are meant to create. Satan wants me to compare my talents with others. 
O: Outward focus.  Emmaline Wells. Satan wants me to focus on how busy I am. Think of those whose lives I can bless.
M: Meek. Be humble. Love the Lord, love my neighbor. He will teach me how to love.
E: Enlightened.  Educate, organize, mobilize.  Follow the Spirit. He will prompt me if I'm worthy and able to hear. Standforthefamily.org.

U: Unique. My goal is to become strong. My trail will be unique. Mothers without borders. Story of Caroline Zulu. Her journey was short, but she fulfilled her unique mission.

Discover who I am to become. Do everything I can to go forth and do it.


Mercy River: Love Never Fails. Heaven is real; it is closer than we think. Heavenly Echoes.



Mosiah 5. Retain the name in my heart. God knows what is going on in my life. Difference between the whole of you and almost all of you. Acts: Paul's testimony. Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian. I have to be fully committed. Would I walk 22 miles every week to go to the temple? Every stone of the temple preaches a sermon. Holiness means to be set apart. Is the name of the Lord chiseled upon my heart. Acts 20: Paul served the Lord with all humility, and kept back nothing. When I show Him I am altogether committed to Him, He will show me wisdom. 2 Timothy 2.  The journey is hard.  Trials can turn to testimony. The moments that require the most sacrifice become the most important. These moments are when we write the name of the Lord on our hearts. Is there someone who thinks I'm worth it?  Isaiah 49. The Lord will always remember me. I am Christ's. I am His. He will not forsake me. He has graven me on the palms of His hands. Isaiah 43: Fear not, for I am with thee. 

This is a wonderful blog post that Emily wrote.  I feel like I have been stuck "in the middle" for a long time.  It's not a bad place, though it is frustrating and difficult to be in the midst of a journey without a clear picture of the destination.  I think that's where I need to start: with the end in mind.

04 September 2011

Bring It Back Down Tonight

I have been meaning to write for a while.  Between the computer issues, going back to work, watching The Tudors (thanks, Beck) and general fatigue, I just haven't had a lot of time.  Since it is Labor Day weekend, and I don't have to be back to work until Tuesday (yay!), I decided it's time to catch up.  Allen and his friend were able to get my vacation pictures off of the hard drive, so at least I have those.  I still don't know what happened to Lappy, but she just won't turn on.  At all.  I don't get it, and it bugs me.   Even Allen and his computer genius friend took her apart and couldn't see any reason why she died.  Eventually I bit the bullet, and I did end up purchasing a new laptop.  It's nice, and I felt like I got a good deal on it, but I'm annoyed that I had to shell out $500 for a replacement for a computer that was only 3-years-old.  Gah.

I do want to document our vacation; I won't do it all tonight, since it's getting late and I'm distracted by watching "Fever Pitch" (great movie--I LOVE Jimmy Fallon).  I'll start with Sunday, August 8th.  It was the day my little nephew Zeke was blessed at Dave & Lexy's ward in Layton.


Not a great picture; I don't love how I set it up (yes, I am to blame for the funky arrangement), but we got everybody in it.

We left right after this picture was taken; we had to go back to SLC and pack up the car.  We also needed to finish cleaning up, since our landlord was supposed to come in and replace some drywall in my bathroom while we were gone.  They never did, but at least we came home to a pretty clean house.  Anyway, we ended up leaving about 3pm.  This is what the boy looked like for most of the trip:


Drinking from the sippy, squished in the back seat with all the rest of our stuff, etc.  We are pretty lucky that he's such a good traveler--no major tantrums, lots of naps, no huge blowouts, and we don't have a dvd player, either.  He's just a chill kid; busy, but very good at entertaining himself.  Even with his cousins, who enjoy dumping water on him, tackling him, etc., he just takes it.  I wish he'd fight back sometimes, but I'm glad he's so easy-going.

We didn't have any problems driving, except that we got a late start.  We arrived in Las Vegas around 10pm, and we stayed at the South Point Hotel and Casino.  I had never heard of it; I got all of our hotels on Priceline, so I didn't have a lot of choice in where we stayed.  I was more interested in the 4-star rating than in the family-friendliness, so I was a little uncomfortable with dragging little man through the casino floor.  Oh well.  The room was nice, and Benji did pretty well sleeping in his little tent, but I don't think we'll go back.  We were starving when we got there, and the only food place open offered pretty crappy burgers, soggy fries and tasteless milkshakes.  Lame.


That was Sunday.  We woke up fairly early on Monday, checked out and then drove to Rancho Cucamonga to visit Steve & Mary.

I can't write anymore now; I'm totally falling asleep.  More later. :o)

17 August 2011

A Week Without You, Thought I'd Forget

Quick update: when we got home, my laptop would not turn on.  Plug it in--nothing.  Take the battery out and put it back in--nothing.  It won't even attempt to boot up.  I'm very sad about it, since almost all of my pictures are on Lappy and are currently totally inaccessible.  I did upload some of them to a web album, but they aren't a great quality and don't have any of the fantastic animal shots I got at the Safari Park and at the San Diego Zoo.  Allen says he needs to tear it apart to see if he can figure out what's wrong, but to do so he needs to be free from Benjamin.  That's fine, except that I'm back to work now and he only has a few hours a day where he could do it, and he should be sleeping during those times.  Gah.

Well, here's a link to the pictures I do have.  I believe they go through Wednesday, August 10th.  That's when I uploaded them, anyway.

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12 August 2011

What Would You Give to Getaway?

I have been meaning to write a new blog post for a while; actually, I did write a fairly long one, but I'm still not sure I want to publish it.  So I haven't totally fallen off the face, or totally given up on my blog; I'm just debating on the appropriateness of sharing certain things.

In any case, I wanted to share something, since WE ARE ON VACATION, and I want to make you jealous.  I'll write more when we get home; we are having lots of fun and we are dog tired when we get back to our hotel.  This is from Tuesday: a little beach-time collage.


And this is from today, at the Safari Park.

I'll do a proper post when we get home. I need to sleep so we can hit the Alley tomorrow! Happy Anniversary to Me!