I saw this beautiful picture quote online and wanted to post it here. I was reminded recently that our spiritual pedigree is only one generation. We are directly connected to God by only one line because we are His children. I think if I truly internalized what this means every day, I would be more patient with myself, with others, and with life in general. Each day is a new day for us to remember that we are children of God!
The Temple is a sacred place for members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. One of the core principles members of this faith hold dear is that families can be together forever through the priesthood power of God when a couple is sealed (married) in the Temple by someone who holds this power and the authority to perform the sealing.
I am a member of this faith, and because my husband and I were sealed in the Temple, we know that we will be a couple forever and that the children we have will be a part of our family forever. Since many of our ancestors were not married by someone who held this authority, we can serve as proxies for them in the Temple, and they can be sealed to one another. In addition, their children can be sealed to them, so they too can be families forever. I believe the work that goes on in the Temple is truly the work of the Lord.
My husband and I live an hour from the Washington D.C. Temple. On the evening of March 3, 2018, this Temple closed its doors for the next 2+ years (for renovations). The next closest Temple is three and a half hours away in Philadelphia. On March 2, we had the opportunity to go one final time before the Washington D.C. Temple closed. We went to serve as proxy for three ancestors who needed to be sealed to their parents.
March 2 was an incredibly windy day. So windy that the federal government was closed. Despite the wind, the Temple remained open. Because we knew the Temple was closing, we earnestly wanted to attend on this day. While we were there, the power went out. We were in the middle of serving as proxies for families being sealed together. The person officiating did not skip a beat when the power went out. He continued with the sealing and as soon as it was over, pulled out a flashlight to dimly light the room. A couple minutes later, a Temple volunteer brought an electric latern to the room where we were. We continued on with the work being performed for those who had passed on.
This experience greatly touched my heart. I was reminded that nothing will stop the work of the Lord. The sealing of families together is His work. He desires that we can be families not just in this life but for all eternity. There may be metaphorical winds in our lives that seek to knock us down. When this happens, we must trust in God. We are His children. He will help us; for we are His greatest work.
Currently, I am reading the Book of Mormon, another testament of Jesus Christ that goes hand-in-hand with the Bible. The Book of Mormon is a record of those who lived in the ancient Americas. This morning I was reading a section where the people of the Lord (we’ll, call them “the believers”) are at war with a group of people who severely persecute and punish the believers.
Two chief leaders of the believers are writing letters to each other about how they can sufficiently defend their people and win the battles that are being waged against them. At one point, they speak of two war captains that are in need of more food and more men in order to keep fighting and protect their lands. One leader says to the other, “See that ye strengthen Lehi and Teancum (the captains) in the Lord; tell them fear not; for God will deliver them...” (Alma 61:21).
As I read this, it struck me that what the war captains needed was physical strength – food and men. Yet, the focus of the instruction from one leader to another was to strengthen the captains spiritually. To me, this illustrated the importance of spiritual strengthening to enable us to face all hardships – physical or spiritual.
What does it mean to strengthen ourselves spiritually? One key thing I have found to strengthen myself spiritually is to take time to connect with God each day. This can be done by kneeling in prayer, taking walks in nature, serving in our homes and communities, reading scriptures or uplifting books that focus our perspective on God, etc.
Just like the believers in the Book of Mormon we will all have times of trial and hardship. What I learned in my reading of the Book of Mormon today is that no matter what type of trial we face – be it emotional, physical, etc. – we must seek to strengthen ourselves spiritually and God will deliver us in His time and in His way. I find it interesting that less than two years after the exchange of the letters I mentioned above, Teancum (one of the war captains) actually dies in battle.
Sometimes I hear people joke that God has a sense of humor because the way they find themselves delivered from their trials is not the way they wanted to be delivered. For Teancum, that meant returning home to the God that gave him life. It occurred to me this morning that perhaps part of why we must strengthen ourselves spiritually is so that we can accept with peace the path of deliverance God will have us walk, especially when it is not the path we desire.
Well if that title didn't grab your attention I don't know what will! We are fast-approaching the season of “goal-setting”. I appreciate the chance to do some reevaluation on my life, but! I also try and do this more frequently than once a year. And one practice that has been SO helpful is instead of only focusing on goals, is giving thought to my fears. (This TED talk by Tim Ferris will take you through the exercise)
Most of our fears are unfounded. And the best antidote to any of those is faith. So! Here are my latest ruminations re: the topic as told through me being irrational in social settings!
Let's get this party started!
I remember clear as day my first Stake Dance (PSA - stake dances are church dances. Can't go until you are 14-yrs-old. Kind of a Mormon rite of passage). If you didn’t know, I’m the oldest child in my family. My whole life has been doing things “first”. Generally speaking, this is not something that has bothered me. And! I love dancing, LOVE dancing. Love it. So - I wanted to go. But! My family had recently moved to the area and as one of the older people in my class - I knew absolutely no one that would be there. Well - I did know a couple people. There was the high school guy who had mooned me one day when I got off the bus and he was driving by with his friends. And a few girls a couple of years older than me who were definitely too cool to care about an eighth-grader.
My mother drove me by myself to the church building. You need to know - I love my mother dearly, but she is not one to coddle you in any way. We pulled up to the church parking lot and I literally started hyperventilating. The prospect of walking into that church building was causing a panic attack. Not sure what I was so afraid of - but I was scared stiff. I looked at my mom with wild eyes and told her I couldn’t go in there by myself. She had zero sympathy. She had just driven me there, so I was going to get out of the car and go to that dance. I held back tears and wallowed in my feeling of full-on abandonment as I trudged to the gym. I would love to tell you that I walked in there and magically life was amazing. Not true. I became the awkward clinger who drifted toward the older kids I knew and desperately tried to not stick out too much. You know I “had to get a drink” or “go to the bathroom” every time a slow song came on. All in all - not the worst experience of my life, but certainly not the best. Proud to report that I hung in there and kept going to church despite my hardships ;)
The positive result of all of this was that by the time all my friends turned 14, I had a few dances under my belt and was able to help them have a good time. Sometimes you have to be the first person to do something scary. And sometimes those big leaps of faith that you take don’t turn out well at first. And sometimes - you go through experiences just to be able to help the people around you. I eventually really hit my stride at stake dances (ha!) and I like to think that I was a catalyst in helping them be good experiences for other people. So much of the time, people need an example or a person to “give them permission” to not be afraid. It’s not always fun to be that person, but I promise it has merit.
NEXT! The last relationship I was in started somewhat inconspicuously. It was with a guy I went to church with (yay YSA wards!). I had bore my testimony and afterward he came up to say how much he enjoyed it (so classic). We talked about going paddle boarding that week because #pnw and he added me on Facebook that night. I kid you not we literally (in the literal definition of the word) messaged each other at the same time. Kismet amirite? This is where the fear comes in. That next week we went paddle boarding and hiking and I could tell I was starting to actually like this human. I had been in a relationship fairly recently and was maybe not quite ready to get back on the proverbial horse. But this guy was so nice! So nice in fact - that it literally made me nauseated. I called my sister one day to talk and she asked how things were going. I proceeded to tell her how he’d been doing so many kind things for me including taking me to the airport! ... and how it made me want to barf. She proceeded to tell me how I was an actual psycho and that I needed to "lean-in" to that barf-feeling and allow him to be nice to me. Let’s be real - this is not a normal reaction. What was really happening is I was terrified of getting my heart broken again (spoiler alert : I’m writing this as a single woman so that means that it happened :) ). However! I am so very grateful that I “leaned-in” to my fear. Grateful that I had faith in him as a human - that he had good intentions and was sincere. Faith in myself that I could handle being in a relationship. And faith in God that everything was going to work out like it was supposed to.
FINALLY! When I was young, I was terrified of the concept of eternity. When my Sunday School teachers would bring it up, or we’d talk about it in family home evening, or whatever the case may have been, I felt extreme anxiety. I remember one particular instance lying in bed and tears streaming down my face telling God that there was no way my brain could handle this anymore and that it physically hurt to think about.
So! With that I think the stage is set rather nicely for this next story. I had been dating a guy while living in Seattle and was pretty fond of this individual. He is a great human. There was going to be a meteor shower and we decided to go to a ski resort close by to watch it from the top of the mountains. As we rode the gondola up I had one of those moments in life when you are so completely happy and you know you are happy and it's extra enjoyable because of it (so meta). I wish I could accurately describe how insanely gorgeous it was up there. In that moment, I felt my humanity. Mount Rainier stood there looking us in the face and the Cascades surrounded us. The sun set and we set up to watch the stars. Not to make myself seem any more like a weirdo than I probably have, our conversation that night eventually turned to the spiritual and beyond that - eternity. I waited for that all too familiar fear to take my heart. And I waited. And it never came. I honestly don’t know if there was a place on this earth that could have made eternity seem more real to me and for the first time ever, I wasn’t afraid. The reason for this could be encapsulated in the scripture, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear," (1 John 4:18). I loved this person, truly, and that love took away an irrational fear that I had held my whole life. At that moment I wasn't focused on what will happen to me for the rest of my existence, what would happen to that relationship or anything else, I was focused on love. And that made all the difference.
We can be afraid of being a trailblazer, afraid of trying for something we want dearly only to face the same failure we have before and we can be afraid of the unknown. But in each of these situations, we have cause to have faith. There is so much beauty on the other side of fear. If you are having problems setting goals for the next year - try examining your fears.
Throw yourself at life. Things and people will disappoint you. Life will be hard. Things will not always go your way. But it will also be so beautiful. So much better than you could have ever imagined. Perfect and holy and yours.
The faith that you carry imbues a resilience in you. You can meet with disappoint, failure, grief, heartache because you know the end. You know God is on your side and all will be well.
Love you all too much! Best of luck in this New Year :)
ps - some good talks :)
Perfect Love Casteth out Fear by Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Fear Not to Do Good by Henry B. Eyring
Your Potential, Your Privilege by Dieter F. Uchtdorf
My least favorite Christmas song became one of my most favorite Christmas songs this year as I listened to the words and came to understand its meaning. The song I’m referring to is “The Little Drummer Boy.”
I was always so distracted by the “pa rum pum pum pums” in the song that I never really listened that closely to the lyrics. My husband was the one who prompted me to listen more intently to the lyrics, and he explained to me the meaning he found in the words of this song. Below are the lyrics to the song with the exception of the “pa rum pum pum pums.”
Come they told me
A new born King to see
Our finest gifts we bring
To lay before the King
So to honor Him
When we come
I am a poor boy too
I have no gift to bring
That's fit to give our King
Shall I play for you
On my drum
The ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for Him
I played my best for Him
Then He smiled at me
Me and my drum
This song is about a boy who recognizes the baby Jesus as a great king. However, this little boy doesn’t have the resources to buy a gift that he feels is worthy of the King. So what he chooses to do is share his talents with the King by playing his drum. As this little boy says in the song, he plays his best for the King and the King smiles at him.
Ever since discovering the meaning of this song through the aid of my husband, I’ve thought a lot about what talents I could share as a gift for Jesus Christ this holiday season. Christ isn’t living here on the earth today, but as we learn in the Book of Mormon, “…when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God,” (Mosiah 2:17).
As we give our best in the service of others and share our talents, I believe that Christ will smile at us much like the song says that he smiled at the little boy playing his drum. Sharing our talents and serving others doesn't have a monetary value, but I believe it is worth more than any gift you could buy.
p.s. One way we can give our best in the service of God and those around us is by participating in the #LightTheWorld campaign. Check it out!
I've sat down many times over the last few weeks to write a post here on The Faith Friends blog. Each time I sat down to write, I felt like I couldn't compose my thoughts as succinctly as I wanted. So tonight I'm just going to write without worrying about the flow of this post (thank you for your patience if this doesn't make sense!).
Four weeks ago today, I gave birth to a little boy. During my stay in the hospital, I met some of the sweetest nurses. To me, they were like angels there to help me when my baby cried and I couldn't calm him, and there to help me when I cried because I was overwhelmed.
Meeting these angelic nurses reminded me that all of us have been given talents from God. I don't think these nurses know how much they touched my heart and my life. One nurse in particular saw my tear-stained cheeks after I met with a lactation consultant and sat down next to my bed to share with me her challenges nursing when she had her first child. (Side-note: My little boy had trouble nursing in the hospital and my meeting with one lactation consultant there was a very negative experience). Her words strengthened me and have stayed with me.
We all have been given talents. Sometimes we may think we're not making a difference in this world, but we never know who we touch through our words and actions. We should never doubt that we can (and do) make a difference.
The more I learn about history, the more I see humble men and women just doing what they felt God wanted them to do. This was my experience learning more about Martin Luther King Jr. at the Civil Rights Museum in Atlanta, GA.
It was incredible to watch the Civil Rights March on Washington, with over 200,000 peaceful protesters, to hear the speakers of the rally. It truly was witnessing a modern-day miracle via video footage.
After my visit through the museum I walked through the gift shop, the worker there asked me how I liked my visit. I responded with my love and admiration for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and then added the further thoughts that had been bouncing through each turn and each wall in the museum; "he knew who he was." The gift shop employee nodded, probably wondering what does she mean by that?
What made Martin Luther King Jr. different? His faith and foundation in the teachings of Jesus Christ helped him to know who he could call upon for strength. Martin Luther King Jr. knew who he was, a son of God with a divine heritage. He knew that he was called of God for a great purpose, he knew and felt truth through the Holy Spirit. He was a humble, educated, true follower of Jesus Christ. He understood that God will help us fight our battles. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was more than himself, he was filled with the power and spirit of God and THAT is his greatest accomplishment-his humility and trust in God.
I learned so much about how to fight our own battles, no matter the enormity. I learned that when you fight against something you always lose. You are filled with hate, contention, aggression. You are not free, but are under the deceptive chains of the devil. This is one of his snares.
"And therefore, he that will harden his heart, the same receiveth the lesser portion of the word; and he that will not harden his heart, to him is given the greater portion of the word, until it is given unto him to know the mysteries of God until he know them in full.
And they that will harden their hearts, to them is given the lesser portion of the word until they know nothingconcerning his mysteries; and then they are taken captive by the devil, and led by his will down to destruction. Now this is what is meant by the chains of hell."
-Alma 12:10-11, Book of Mormon
When we are hard in our hearts we are spiritually dead, God cannot speak to us in this state and we are enslaved.
On the contrary I found that when we fight FOR something that is right we are filled with the spirit of the Lord. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. fought for peace, justice, freedom- God was able to be with him to fight his battles. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was a conduit for God to be able to fight the battles with all of his children.
- He knew who he was
-He was educated
-He fought FOR something. not against.
I found personal freedom in this discovery within the walls of the Civil Rights Museum. No longer enslaved in the fight against those things in my country that feel unjust- I will follow the example of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and fight humbly, ferociously, and peacefully for those freedoms that are true and right and important for me and my family. I will know who I am, a daughter of God, and I will have His help in this process.
My apologies. I haven't posted in a million years. I blame business school for repeatedly kicking me in the face for the past two months. Which brings me to my next point.
We are all faced with new experiences in life that have a "learning curve". If you are like me, you want to get through that time as fast as possible and get back to being a contributing member of society. The start of business school has been one of those experiences for me - but it can look different for everyone. Starting a new job, becoming a parent (again even!), moving to a new place etc. These are times of high growth and learning that stretch us past the point we often think we can endure.
Since I knew school was going to be one of these experiences, I tried to prep myself for it. I even made up some hippie mantras to tell myself as a reminder when I started feeling anxious. But it has still been so hard. And even though I have tried so earnestly to be successful in my classes, I have been royally failing a lot (looking at you fuh-nance midterm! that's how you say "finance" when you are uppity). But! I am still learning. I know more about business now than I did a month ago - and that in and of itself is a success. One of the most beautiful aspects of life is that the purpose is to learn - and to ultimately learn to be like our Savior. Oftentimes in particular periods of growth, God is the only one who can truly help us. I've come to better appreciate the times when I know the only way I'm functional is by the grace of God. It strengthens my relationship with and appreciation of Him. Goodness what a time to be alive :) God is there to make our burdens light, to lift us up when our heads hang down in weariness and to be our biggest supporter!
My three tips for times like these (because all the best advice comes in threes... ;) ):
1. Be brave
New experiences are scary. But truth is, everyone else is scared, too. You can do it and you will do it and most wonderfully - God will help you. Have the courage to try the things that scare you - because not only will that help you, it also encourages the people around you to be brave :)
2. Be patient
You won't be perfect the first day. In fact, you probably won't be perfect for a lot of days :) All you can do is your best and your best is good enough. Honest truth. I keep telling myself to "just sit back on it" - like you do when you are first learning to ski or wakeboard. Those first few seconds with all the water up your nose are a holy terror, but you just have to hold on and know that you'll eventually come out on top!
3. Choose to be happy
You will look back on times like these with fondness - I know, I know, I want to slap everyone who says that to me in the face right now. But! It's true. We love to grow. And these are periods of intense growth. Enjoy it for what it is and choose each day to find reasons to be happy.
Life can be crazy - but there is also so much reason to be grateful.
love you too much!
PS - If you are really feeling that patience theme - this is my favorite talk of all time that I think I post about waaaaaaaay too often:
"Patience" by Neal A. Maxwell
Recently, as I’ve pondered ways to more fully connect with God and take time for holiness each day, I’ve thought a great deal about my use of social media. A couple months ago, I deactivated my Facebook account. I found myself getting sucked into my Facebook newsfeed too often and mindlessly scrolling when I was bored.
I felt a desire to separate myself from Facebook because I felt like doing so would help me more fully live in the present moment and find more time in my day to connect with God. I am expecting my first child in the next couple of weeks, and I don’t want to spend the quiet moments of motherhood gazing at my phone.
Social media can be such a powerful tool for good that allows for sharing light and messages of hope. It’s one’s individual use of social media that determines whether social media is a positive or negative influence on one’s life. While I deactivated my Facebook account, I am still active on Instagram. I love seeing the pictures that family members and friends post.
While listening to others discuss the benefits and perils of social media/technology, it occurred to me that there are two main categories of social media users: consumers and contributors. I mainly fall into the category of a consumer. However, I want to be both a consumer and a contributor.
Through contributing to conversations on social media, we can be lights. We can brighten someone’s day. We can spread happiness. We can share our witness of Jesus Christ. There is value in consuming, but I think there may be even greater value in contributing.
One’s use of social media is a personal decision. We each get to decide what social media outlets we’re active on, how much time we spend on them, and how much we consume vs. contribute. I want to do a better job of contributing versus merely consuming.
These are just some thoughts that have been floating around in my mind – thanks for reading!
It's so easy to get wrapped up in our own lives and focus on our own challenges. Then we learn of the suffering of others and our perspective shifts. That's happened twice for me this week. As I see the devastation and suffering in Houston, my heart aches. As I get updates on a cousin's newborn baby's health challenges, my heart aches. I feel motivated to look outside myself and try and ease the burdens of others.
But it shouldn't take a natural disaster or a loved one's health crisis to motivate me to love more fully and serve more compassionately. That being said, I am a human with weaknesses, and I sometimes suffer from what I like to call "center of the universe" syndrome :)
I am grateful for a forgiving Savior who loves me regardless of my weaknesses; who taught me by His example what it means to serve and to have charity; and who will help me love more deeply and serve more compassionately today than I did yesterday.
I love this quote by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, "In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance."
I am grateful for countless individuals who have been answers to my prayers throughout my life, and I hope I can do the same for others.
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