Monday, August 28, 2017

Setting Down the Cares

Imagine holding a glass of water. How long before it gets tiring?
What if you set it down for a while? Is it easier then to pick it up again and keep holding it?
Now hold it for 6 days straight?

That is why I keep the Sabbath day holy. I need to set down my glass of water; the cares of the world, my worries, my purchasing, my money concerns. Then when Monday roles around I can pick it up again, or if it still feels too heavy, I can analyze what to do with any or all of it. Maybe I should water the flowers with it or drink it so I don't have to carry it. When I am concerned with carrying the glass, I rarely have the ability to look it from a different perspective and deal with it effectively. But when I set it down on Sunday, I have a chance to see it from a new angle.

It is a chance to prioritize and rearrange my life. To decide what is  most important and do that. It also is refreshing. Most of the time I can pick my glass up happily again and carry on with a smile.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

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Wednesday, June 08, 2016

Sometimes it's all in how you ask

I wanted some help to hang some hooks. So I went up to my husband and said "Why don't you pick up your big boy drill and we can do some screwing together."
It didn't take him long to get off his computer game.

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Monday, March 14, 2016

When "Yes" is not enough

I had a temple recommend interview yesterday. And most if it is yes or no questions of your belief and actions. So one happily answers yes to many of the questions. Yes, I believe in God the Eternal Father, in his Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost....but when I was asked about if I believe and sustain the modern prophet, seer and revelator. I pictured smiling President  Monson in my mind and wanted to shout "HELL YES!" but refrained myself. I didn't think the colorful metaphor would go over too well in the middle of the temple recommend interview.

Dear President Monson, I love you. Thank you for all you do.

Friday, February 05, 2016

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Friday, April 10, 2015

The 7th Child is Easier, and other essays from mom

The 7th Child is Easier, and other essays from moms who have gone insane.

My 7th child is a delight. She is always happy and giggly. I was expressing this to my parents while I wAtched her empty my mom's towel drawer, one by one, delighted by each new color and print. When she finished, she toddled away and I just refolded the towels and put them back in the drawer. It never even occurred to me to tell her "no! Don't do that."

Arwen is almost two and has yet to tell others "No!" I don't think we bother to use that term with her much. After 16 years of exploring toddlers, we have learned that anything we desire to keep safe, we should keep out of reach of youngsters. So if Arwen sticks her hands, up to her elbows, in the peanut butter, the person who gets yelled it is not Arwen, but the one who left it on the table ( where she always climbs up to), and then Arwen is gently extracted and washed up in loving hands with gentle tones.

I also learned to find the joy in all of her developmental phases. Instead of stressing, I just laugh and enjoy her attempts to kiss me with her open mouth with the sharp little teeth that bite my chin.

I realize that she will grow up so fast, so I play with her while she wants me to. By talking some obviously meaning gibberish, and pulling on my hand, She asked for my help to find grandma's kitty, who she managed to shut in the bedroom, so I showed her how to look under the bed and dresser, but kitty still eluded us. Then she squealed with delight as kitty ran out.

Sometimes I wonder how my other children would be different if I had the wisdom to treat them as I treat my latest. But alas, all those skills are earned the hard way, and I have the gray hair to prove it.

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Are we not all beggars?

Here is a talk by Elder Jeffery R Holland, I taught it today in Relief Society, but the lesson took an interesting tangent.

It didn't take too much to talk about giving to have to recognize that we all have more things then we ever need or use (my apologies if this statement does not apply to your life, but being that you have internet and time to search it, it most likely does). But pretty soon it was about how much more we have then we need, and in America poverty is not marked by owning nothing or just a few things, it is marked by not knowing how to manage your resources (like time, money, education, and of course stuff).

So in America is it very little to give your things. Most of us could half our closet loads and barely notice at all. So our challenge is not to give of our stuff (of course we still should, and I even consider it a blessing to unload my substance upon others), but the real challenge is to give of our time, energy and knowledge to others. That is what is in short supply and is what is needed to help others (little steps at at time) to learn what they need to lift themselves up, to build their own industries and thrift and in turn help others do the same.

And I guess that is what I want from the Lord, not his things, but his knowledge and understanding, the ability to become like him.

I find, that even when I give enough to pinch my own circumstances, that it always comes back. What I need is always available some way by the time I am ready to use it.