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Monday, January 12, 2015

Fear Not | Religious Reflections 06

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Yesterday I sat down in Sunday school. I arrived a little late due to dropping Klair off in nursery, so I had to improvise to figure out where the rest of the class was reading from in the Bible. I heard the teacher say "Fear not Mary" while reading aloud, so I quickly pulled up my scripture app and typed this phrase in to see if I could find where they were (isn't technology great?) There were several hits for these words in the New Testament, so I started reading through them. As I read, I realized how frequently this exact phrase (or a variation of it) was given to Mary. As I read on, suddenly, it seemed that these words---this counsel and comfort--were being spoken to me too.

I know that my situation is not the same as Mary's--not even close. Yet, she is someone that I feel like I can identify with, especially now while I'm pregnant. I might not be carrying the Savior of the world, but I am carrying one of God's sons and currently raising one of his daughters. I'm both beyond grateful and utterly terrified by these tasks. In the grand scheme of things the impact that I can have as a mother--whether good or bad--is monumental in the lives of my children, likely beyond my ability to comprehend. I already feel so overwhelmed at times, and baby boy isn't even born yet.  It's easy to fall into the trap of fear, anxiety, and feelings of self-doubt. My poor husband has had to listen to me sob on more than one occasion as I recount to him all of my inadequacies and failings. They plague my mind lately, but reading this today assured me that I don't have to let them.


“Fear not. …For with God nothing shall be impossible” 
(Luke 1:30, 37).

I find comfort knowing that Mary--arguably the most important and influential woman of all time-- also had her own fears, her own doubts. I find comfort in the words repeatedly given to this remarkable woman who had the weight of the world on her shoulders, because I know that they apply to me too--in my own little world, as heavy as it may seem.



"I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up." 
(Doctrine and Covenants 84:88)


(While I was looking up scripture references for this post I also came across this wonderful talk written by Elder Todd R. Callister of the Seventy called "Fear Not"--it touches on this exact topic perfectly.)

Monday, January 5, 2015

So This is the New Year

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Last year I wrote out a long list of resolutions touching on... well... just about every aspect of my life. And, although I accomplished some of what I set out to do (I did run a 5k, so ya know that's something...) in my quest to fulfill my laundry list I kind of missed the big picture. This year I've decided to take a different approach. There are many things in my life that I would like to improve and I could easily write them out into a novel of bullet points, but I don't think that will help me much. Rather, I'm choosing to focus on one idea--my theme for the year, so to speak. Luckily this theme is pretty all encompassing, and should help to make me a better person all around. Ezra Taft Benson said:

"When we put God first, all other things fall into their proper place or drop out of our lives. Our love of the Lord will govern the claims for our affection, the demands on our time, the interests we pursue, and the order of our priorities." 

I love this idea, and I think it is exactly what I need. I feel like I'm constantly struggling to balance all of the demands on my time and energy--to find that happy and productive medium where I can feel both accomplished and content with how I spend the precious moments of my life. It's a daily struggle really, but the answer is clear. 

I resolve to put the Lord first, and let everything else fall into place.

Sam liked the idea so much that he decided to adopt it as well. I guess that makes it our resolution, a family goal of sorts. I'm really excited to have his support in this endeavor. I'm a ridiculously lucky wife.

Now don't get me wrong, this isn't a confession that I've been a total heathen lately, but I will admit that I've often found myself simply going through the motions when it comes to my religiosity. I haven't really invested my whole heart into my relationship with the big man upstairs... at least not in the way that He deserves.  I need to realign my priorities. The beauty of putting God first is that His way will ensure that I am becoming my best self--in my relationships, obligations, and day-to-day tasks. If I am continually seeking him I will be guided.

Rather than focusing on what I think is best, He can show me what is best. 

I'm confident that if I can reprioritize and put my spirituality first, then everything else in my life will be better off. I've put this theory to the test before, and it works! I didn't necessarily have less problems, but I certainly felt better equipped to face the ups and downs. Why I ever let myself slide into complacency... I'm not entirely sure. But, now is the time to improve. I know that I can... and more importantly that I need to.

For my blog this means that I want to get back on track with writing out my spiritual/religious musings. I was doing a pretty good job of that earlier this year with my weekly "religious reflections" posts, and I loved the results. It forced me to study, ponder, and pray more fervently to come up with a topic each week. Obviously I was hopeful that my thoughts and experiences could be of some benefit to others, but regardless of whether anyone read my words the process of simply writing them out was extremely beneficial to me. I resolve to get back on track with this, and to continually pray for guidance and direction with my blog in general. Essentially, I want to rededicate this space to The One who matters most.

2015 is a promising year. In just a few short months I will see the face of my son for the first time, and hold his tiny little body in my arms. I love this year already! I realize, however, that things will definitely get harder. I remember how difficult a newborn can be, and this time around I'll have a toddler too. Now is my time to prepare--to become more organized, more disciplined, and more compassionate. I want to be the best possible wife and mother that I can be, and I know that God will help me in this regard if I will let him.


Monday, November 17, 2014

Life Lately | Forest Green + Printed Leggings


Admittedly, these pictures were taken a little while ago. I don't know why I never posted them. This post has just been around, lurking in my drafts, waiting for a good moment to make an appearance. 

...Okay, that's not entirely true. I know why I didn't post them. I didn't like these pictures at first. I was barely pregnant when these were taken, and I wasn't fond of the way my belly looked. But, now that my stomach is bigger and more pronounced, I see them in a whole new light! It's funny how perspective changes with an ever growing waistline. 

What is crazy to me now is that my body already feels so foreign and I still have sooo much longer to go, and so much growth to experience! I'm a little nervous to see how big I'll get. Not because I'm worried about my size so much as I am about how uncomfortable I'll be towards the end. With Klair, I felt like I was bursting at the seams. With my short little torso (I'm only 5'2") and her long body (she was 22" at birth) she was constantly in my ribs and every organ felt completely compressed, including my lungs. Breathing was a chore.

This time around I'm well ahead of where I was with Klair at this point in terms of belly size. If that's any indication of how big he is going to be, I am in trouble. Plus, I can already feel baby boy kicking! I felt him for the first time at 17 weeks when we were in Disneyland. The first movement felt like something a third trimester baby would do...and it completely shocked me. I was in denial that it could be him, but he did it again a few nights later. Klair and I were sitting in my bed. I yawned, he moved rather abruptly, and I exclaimed "whoa!" Klair thought my spontaneous burst was hilarious. I was convinced it was him. I looked it up, and apparently the startle reflex develops at 17 weeks, and that's exactly what it felt like--one large, startled movement. I suppose the noises of Disneyland and of my yawn surprised him enough to really move. Now I can feel him constantly with his kicks and movements, and at times we can tell exactly where he is by simply pressing on my belly. 

As much as I love it... it also scares me a little. It took until 22 weeks to feel Klair... that's a 5 week difference! And his kicks... well they're already pretty strong at times. I'm almost 19 weeks... doesn't it seem a little early for that? Once again, if these things are any indication of how big he is/will be... this pregnancy could get a lot harder. Klair was 8 lbs 3 oz... and it was a rough labor and recovery. I'm not sure I can handle a bigger baby. The third trimester and labor are looming a little for me...

But, I suppose on the flip side of that, I won't be sad if I have a big, strong baby boy. Klair was a bigger baby, and it was great. Despite the fact that she was born during cold season, she never got sick and did so well as a newborn. I think here size definitely helped her case. Maybe we can compromise and he can be right around the same size as Klair. That seems fair. I already know I can handle that. That's not too much to ask for, right? 

Haha, ahh the unknowns of pregnancy. It's such a trial of faith. I just have to continue putting one foot in front of the other, and hoping for the best. I feel grateful that things have gone as well as they have, and my fears have been eased by some very powerful priesthood blessings that Sam and I have both received recently which have promised good health for our baby. 

Speaking of which,  one such blessing actually took place today when Sam was set apart to be the Elders Quorum President. It's a pretty time intensive, and demanding leadership calling within our local congregation. Although I know he will do amazingly well (he's a born leader and one of the most spiritual people I know) it's easy to feel overwhelmed by it... especially in light of the fact that he's so busy with work. He's actually thousands of miles away on a business trip as I type this.

Before he left, I was able to be present as our Stake President (a leader over a large area and a number of wards) set him apart and conferred keys of the priesthood upon him to aid him in his ministry. It was an intensely spiritual moment, and the spirit conveyed to me so strongly that Sam's calling really had come from the Lord. It's exactly what he should be doing. In the blessing, I was surprised by how much our family was mentioned--and by how much I was mentioned as well. It seems that we will be very blessed because of Sam's service, and the promise of health and happiness for our family--particularly our children--made my eyes well up with tears. Sam has given me a few blessings of comfort during my pregnancy, and through him the Lord has promised that this baby will be healthy. Today was another confirmation of that. The baby will be well. Klair will be well. Our family will be well... these are the things I pray for most, and God comforted me personally today. I love the priesthood! 

Ok wow. That was a bit of a tangent from the original post about some pictures I didn't initially like. Ah well, that's what blogging is all about right? I can write whatever in the world I want to. I think in light of Sam being gone writing this all out is proving to be a little therapeutic for me. It's good for the soul. 

In case you're wondering, below are some outfit details. 

I bought the gold and black printed leggings last year at Forever 21 for $5. They were on sale, and I instantly fell in love with the gold detail and the fact that they're map inspired. Blame it on the geography teacher inside me. I've actually received a lot of compliments on them, and one girl thought they were designer leggings. Score! The forest green sweater came from a local little boutique. I love that it is flowy without being bulky. I hate bulky sweaters. I find them so unflattering on me. I also think the color is perfect for the holiday season! Under the sweater I layered a little striped jumper dress that I've had for years. I honestly don't even remember where I got it. And last but not least the brown lace-up booties also came from a local boutique. So, although you can't buy any of these exact items, here are some similar ones I've found: 



Happy Monday! Well, as happy as a Monday can be :) 

Monday, November 10, 2014

Just a Stay at Home Mom

Lately I've been thinking a lot about my role as a mother. There's something about spending all my time with a 2 year old while creating another precious little life (complete with all the ups and downs of the pregnancy adventure)... I guess you could say that mommyhood is on my mind. I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to stay home. I understand that it is a privilege to have the option--to have a husband who is able to support his family in such a wonderful way. We live a very comfortable life, and I get to take care of the cutest girl in all of history. I'm so blessed! I have the best job in the world. Yet, there's another side to the story as well. Even the best things in life come with complimentary trials. It's not always cupcakes and perfect day trips to the museum... my days are often repetitive, running together in a way which makes it easy to lose my sense of time, and my sense of self. My time is filled with mundane tasks, a lack of stimulating conversation, patience-trying toddler breakdowns, and messes that happen faster than my ability to clean them up (Klair is a viable tornado at times). The harder aspects of being a "stay-at-home-mom" are compounded by a world and culture that isn't always supportive of my decision. I graduated from a liberal arts college. I  know what many educated individuals think of my choice to not work outside the home. I had plenty of professors, people that I considered real mentors in many ways, who would view my decision as a waste of potential--who would label me as a sad cliche in Mormon Utah. And, there are also times when the oppression comes from within--from myself. I see successful women all around me making important, amazing contributions to the world. As a feminist at heart, this makes me incredibly happy. Yet, it's easy to wonder at my place in it all... to look at the insurmountable mountain of laundry and wonder if my time might be spent in a better way.

I often have people ask "do you work?" implying that if one stays at home with kids, they don't really work. I usually don't let these microaggressions get to me, but sometimes they do. I want to answer "yes I do, I'm a stay-at-home mom!" But... I'm terrible with confrontation... and opt for the path of least resistance by responding in a less hostile albeit defeated manner.

"No, I'm just a stay-at-home mom." Just a stay-at-home mom.

In my moments of self doubt I turn to my religion--the core of my beliefs--and find solace there. I am infinitely grateful to be part of a religion that values women and our divine role of motherhood. I am not just a stay-at-home mom. I am a mother, a woman with many choices who has made a decision to forgo a second income and the personal fulfillment that a career could bring to focus on what I believe to be the most important thing I will ever do in this life and into eternity.

I am a a mom. I am a stay-at-home mom! No "just" about it.
And I'm grateful for the opportunity and confident in this decision.

*Note to the reader: This post is in no way an attack on women who work outside the home. The choice of whether or not to work is a very personal one, made for many reasons, and I am in no position to judge what is right or best for any given individual or family. My own mother worked outside the home, and she was a wonderful mom--a superwoman of sorts who managed to somehow stay on top of it all. This post is simply my assertion that being a stay-at-home mom is a good decision to make, and it should be supported with the same fervor that any other career choice would receive.

With that in mind, below is a compilation of LDS quotes regarding women and motherhood that I have found personally uplifting and inspiring. Many of these are applicable to all women--regardless of job or maternal status. Again, how grateful I am to be part of a church that values women, and helps us to see the glaring reality that we, in our inherent nature and at the core of our being, are something of divinity. 


That being said, I'll let the words speak for themselves:



The Family: A Proclamation to the World

“Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children. ‘Children are an heritage of the Lord’ (Psalms 127:3). …
“… By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children. In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation. Extended families should lend support when needed” (Ensign, Nov. 1995, 102).

President Howard W. Hunter 

“The First Presidency has said: ‘Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind’ (in James R. Clark, comp., Messages of the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 6 vols. [Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1965–75], 6:178).


Sister Patricia T. Holland

“Eve was given the identity of ‘the mother of all living’ … before she ever bore a child. It would appear that her motherhood preceded her maternity, just as surely as the perfection of the Garden preceded the struggles of mortality. I believe mother is one of those very carefully chosen words, one of those rich words—with meaning after meaning after meaning. We must not, at all costs, let that word divide us. I believe with all of my heart that it is first and foremost a statement about nature, not a head count of our children.

“… Some women give birth and raise children but never ‘mother’ them. Others, whom I love with all my heart, ‘mother’ all their lives but have never given birth. And all of us are Eve’s daughters, whether we are married or single, maternal or barren. We are created in the image of the Gods to become gods and goddesses” (“‘One Thing Needful’: Becoming Women of Greater Faith in Christ,” Ensign, Oct. 1987, 33).

Sister Sheri L. Dew

"Are we not all mothers?"

"Have you ever wondered why prophets have taught the doctrine of motherhood—and it is doctrine—again and again? I have. I have thought long and hard about the work of women of God. And I have wrestled with what the doctrine of motherhood means for all of us. This issue has driven me to my knees, to the scriptures, and to the temple—all of which teach an ennobling doctrine regarding our most crucial role as women. It is a doctrine about which we must be clear if we hope to stand 'steadfast and immovable' regarding the issues that swirl around our gender. For Satan has declared war on motherhood. He knows that those who rock the cradle can rock his earthly empire. And he knows that without righteous mothers loving and leading the next generation, the kingdom of God will fail.

When we understand the magnitude of motherhood, it becomes clear why prophets have been so protective of woman’s most sacred role. While we tend to equate motherhood solely with maternity, in the Lord’s language, the word mother has layers of meaning. Of all the words they could have chosen to define her role and her essence, both God the Father and Adam called Eve 'the mother of all living' —and they did so before she ever bore a child. Like Eve, our motherhood began before we were born. Just as worthy men were foreordained to hold the priesthood in mortality,  righteous women were endowed premortally with the privilege of motherhood.  Motherhood is more than bearing children, though it is certainly that. It is the essence of who we are as women. It defines our very identity, our divine stature and nature, and the unique traits our Father gave us" (Ensign, November 2001).

President David O. McKay 

“[The] ability and willingness [to] properly to rear children, the gift to love, and eagerness, yes, longing to express it in soul development, make motherhood the noblest office or calling in the world” (Gospel Ideals, 453).

President George Albert Smith

“...it is by love, real genuine love of our fellows, that we accomplish the most. A mother’s love seems to be the most perfect and the most sincere, the strongest of any love we know anything about. I, for one, rejoice in it because of its wonderful example to me” (Gospel Standards, 152).

“You [referring to LDS women] are…more blessed than any other women in all the world.  You were the first women to have the franchise; the first women to have a voice in the work of a church.  It was God that gave it to you and it came as a result of revelation to a Prophet of the Lord.  Since that time, think what benefits the women of this world have enjoyed.  Not only you belonging to the Church have enjoyed the blessing of equality, but when the Prophet Joseph Smith turned the key for the emancipation of womankind, it was turned for all the world, and from generation to generation the number of women who can enjoy the blessings of religious liberty and civil liberty has been increasing”  (President George Albert Smith, Relief Society Magazine, Dec. 1945).

Elder Neal A. Maxwell

“When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this” (Neal A. Maxwell, The Women of God, Ensign, May 1978).

President Heber J. Grant

“There seems to be a power which the mother possesses in shaping the life of the child that is far superior, in my judgment, to the power of the father, and this almost without exception. … After all it is by love, real genuine love of our fellows, that we accomplish the most. A mother’s love seems to be the most perfect and the most sincere, the strongest of any love we know anything about. I, for one, rejoice in it because of its wonderful example to me” (Gospel Standards, 152).

Elder Matthew Cowley

"Men have to have something given to them [in mortality] to make them saviors of men [the priesthood], but not mothers, not women. [They] are born with an inherent right, an inherent authority, to be the saviors of human souls … and the regenerating force in the lives of God’s children” (Matthew Cowley Speaks (1954), 109). 

President Ezra Taft Benson

"No more sacred word exists in secular or holy writ than that of mother" (Fireside address, 22 Feb. 1987).

President Spencer W. Kimball

"We had full equality as his spirit children. We have equality as recipients of God’s perfected love for each of us. The late Elder John A. Widtsoe wrote:

'The place of woman in the Church is to walk beside the man, not in front of him nor behind him. In the Church there is full equality between man and woman. The gospel, which is the only concern of the Church, was devised by the Lord for men and women alike' (Improvement Era, Mar. 1942, p. 161).

Within those great assurances, however, our roles and assignments differ. These are eternal differences—with women being given many tremendous responsibilities of motherhood and sisterhood and men being given the tremendous responsibilities of fatherhood and the priesthood—but the man is not without the woman nor the woman without the man in the Lord (see 1 Cor. 11:11). Both a righteous man and a righteous woman are a blessing to all those their lives touch" (Ensign, Nov. 1979, 102–4).

“Each of you should be grateful to be a woman!  To be a righteous woman is a glorious thing in any age. To be a righteous woman during the winding up scenes on this earth, before the second coming of our Savior, is an especially noble calling. The righteous woman’s strength and influence today can be tenfold what it might be in more tranquil times. She has been placed here to help, to enrich, to protect, and to guard the home—which is society’s basic and most noble institution. Other institutions in society may falter and even fail, but the righteous woman can help to save the home, which may be the last and only sanctuary some mortals know in the midst of storm and strife. ” (Pres. Spencer W. Kimball, Privileges and Responsibilities of Sisters, New Era, Jan 1979)

President Ezra Taft Benson

"...God bless our wonderful mothers. We pray for you. We sustain you. We honor you as you bear, nourish, train, teach, and love for eternity. I promise you the blessings of heaven and “all that [the] Father hath” (see D&C 84:38) as you magnify the noblest calling of all—a mother in Zion" (Fireside address, 22 Feb. 1987). 

President Wilford Woodruff 

“I consider that the mother has a greater influence over her posterity than any other person can have. And the question has arisen some time ‘When does this education begin?’ Our prophets have said, ‘When the spirit life from God enters into the tabernacle.’ The condition of the mother at that time will have its effect upon the fruit of her womb; and from the birth of the child, and all through life, the teachings and the example of the mother govern and control in a great measure, that child, and her influence is felt by it through time and eternity” (The Discourses of Wilford Woodruff, pp. 269-270).

President Gordon B. Hinckley 

"First let me say to you sisters that you do not hold a second place in our Father’s plan for the eternal happiness and well-being of His children. You are an absolutely essential part of that plan.
Without you the plan could not function. Without you the entire program would be frustrated. As I have said before from this pulpit, when the process of creation occurred, Jehovah, the Creator, under instruction from His Father, first divided the light from the darkness and then separated the land from the waters. There followed the creation of plant life, followed by the creation of animal life. Then came the creation of man, and culminating that act of divinity came the crowning act, the creation of woman.

Each of you is a daughter of God, endowed with a divine birthright. You need no defense of that position."

"What a resource are the women of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You love this Church; you accept its doctrine; you honor your place in its organization; you bring luster and strength and beauty to its congregations. How thankful we are to you. How much you are loved, respected, and honored.

I salute my own beloved companion. It will soon be 60 years ago that we walked from the Salt Lake Temple as husband and wife, with love for one another. That love has strengthened through all of these years. We have faced many problems during our years of marriage. Somehow, with the blessing of the Lord, we have survived them all.

It is becoming physically harder to stand tall and straight as we did in our younger years. No matter—we still have one another and we still stand together, even though we lean a little. And when the time for separation comes, there will be much of sorrow, but there will also be the comfort that will come from the assurance that she is mine and I am hers for the eternity that lies ahead" (Ensign, Nov. 1996, 67–70).

“I am convinced there is no other organization anywhere to match the Relief Society of this Church. It has a membership of more than five million women across the earth. If they will be united and speak with one voice, their strength will be incalculable…It is so tremendously important that the women of the Church stand strong and immovable for that which is correct and proper under the plan of the Lord” (Gordon B. Hinckley, Standing Strong and Immovable, Worldwide Leadership Training Meeting, Jan 2004).

Sister Sheri L. Dew

“Sisters, some will try to persuade you that because you are not ordained to the priesthood you have been shortchanged.  They are simply wrong, and they do not understand the gospel of Jesus Christ.  The blessings of the priesthood are available to every righteous man and woman.  We may all receive the Holy Ghost, obtain personal revelation, and be endowed in the temple, from which we emerge ‘armed’ with power.  Sisters, we as women are not diminshed by priesthood power, we are magnified by it” (Sheri Dew, It is not Good for Man or Woman to be Alone, Liahona, Jan 2002). 

“Here is the truth about womanhood. Our Father gave His daughters a divine endowment of gifts that give us unique influence. First and foremost, we have the high privilege of bearing children…No wonder our Father placed us at the heart of the family and thus at the center of the plan of salvation. We are the Lord’s secret weapon…The world won’t tell us this stunning truth, but the Spirit will…It is time for us to wake up to the potential magnitude of our full influence as latter-day women of God and then to arise and do what we were sent here to do” (Sheri Dew, May 1, 2008, BYU Women’s Conference).

Elder Quentin L. Cook

"A recent United States study asserts that women of all faiths “believe more fervently in God” and attend more religious services than men do. “By virtually every measure they are more religious.”2
I was not surprised by this result, particularly as I reflected on the preeminent role of families and women in our faith. Our doctrine is clear: Women are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves them. Wives are equal to their husbands. Marriage requires a full partnership where wives and husbands work side by side to meet the needs of the family. ("LDS Women are Incredible!" Ensign April 2011)

Elder M. Russell Ballard

“There are those who suggest that males are favored of the Lord because they are ordained to hold the priesthood.  Anyone who believes this does not understand the great plan of happiness.  The premortal and mortal natures of men and women were specified by God Himself, and it is simply not within His character to diminish the roles and responsibilities of any of His children” (M. Russell Ballard, Women of Righteousness, Ensign, Apr 2002).

Mary Ellen Smoot

“One person can make a difference. Each one of you has unique gifts. Use your gifts to serve others. As we walk in His light, we become women of courage and conviction. We become women of vision, women of destiny, and women of eternal value. Join with us to build spiritual strength, to radiate truth to the world and to celebrate the family. We are a worldwide circle of sisters” (Mary Ellen Smoot, Come, Let Us Walk in the Light of the Lord, Ensign, Nov 1998).

Chieko N. Ozazaki

“Sisters, strengthen yourselves by seeking the source of true strength—the Savior.  Come unto him.  He loves you.  He desires your happiness and exults in your desires for righteousness.  Make him your strength, your daily companion, your rod and your staff.  Let him comfort you.  There is no burden we need bear alone.  His grace compensates for our deficiencies.  Your strength will strengthen others—your children, your husband, your friends, and your sisters in the gospel.  That strength will flow back from them to you when you need it” (Chieko N. Okazaki, Strength in the Savior, Ensign, Nov. 1993). 

President Thomas S. Monson

"I assure you tonight that I honor you, the women of the Church, and am well aware, to quote William R. Wallace, that 'the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world'" ("Three Goals to Guide You," Ensign October 2007). 

“Remember who you are and what God expects you to become" (If Ye are Prepared Ye Shall Not Fear, October 2004).

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Best 5 Years

5 years ago today was one of the most beautiful, spiritual, and incredible days of my life. I was married to my husband for all of time and for the vast, incomprehensible span of eternity in the Salt Lake Temple. My best friend became my husband, and on that day we promised to devote our lives and very existence to one another. Thank the heavens I chose so well. Literally, I thank God every day. I know he led me to Sam, and this love has been the best gift I've ever received.

Although our wedding day was special--surreal and sweet in every sense of the word, I'm not sure I understood the implications of what was taking place. Star-eyed and twitter-pated beyond belief I couldn't foresee the true meaning of two people promising complete loyalty and fidelity to one another before God himself. I'm sure I still don't, because the promises made and blessings to come are beyond my capacity to understand--but I've learned a thing or two about marriage in the past half decade. It can be hard. Well, loving Sam is easy, but life gets hard. It's often messy and complicated and can be a huge distraction when you allow it to be-- currents pulling you apart, sometimes subtly drifting and other times more forcefully dragging. In times like these it takes extra effort to reunite, but it's always worth it. Coming together, finding each other again and again--it's always exactly what we need. He is my strength, and my light.

Take today for instance. I always imagined that our 5th anniversary would include romantic gestures of the common variety: flowers, a date night, long and loving gazes across a candlelit table... yet, I find myself in my pajamas. We just got home from our Disneyland trip and we're all sick. It's not exactly what I would plan for an occasion such as this, but I'm okay with it. Instead of flowers, our romantic gestures include taking turns caring for each other and our daughter. Right now Sam is cuddled up with Klair, and our long, loving gazes are replaced with an occasional glance and reassuring smile. We can celebrate later. Right now, we're in survival mode--but we're in it together, and that's more wonderful than any flower. In the past five years we've been up and down, sideways and completely turned over at times on this roller coaster, but through it all we've been side by side.

FIVE years. It's a pretty significant amount of my life so far--1/5 to be exact. 2 tiny apartments, 1 ancient rental, 2 beautiful houses, too many college courses to count, 2 pets, several jobs, 1 perfect daughter and a son on the way-- we have been blessed beyond belief. Yet, our time spent thus far is nothing more than a tiny blip on the spectrum of eternity. We literally have forever together. And while the thought makes my brain hurt if I think about it too long, it's a comfort to know that I will always have Sam by my side. Come what may, I know he is mine and I am his. And, we are both God's. This knowledge is enough to help me weather any storm. It gives a deeper meaning and heightened appreciation for most beautiful moments past, present, and yet to come.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Samuel, you are the love of my existence. I thank God daily for the love that we have. I owe every good thing in my life to the decision I made to marry you!

Although I'm not happy about the sickness ravaging our household, I honestly have no room for anything but gratitude in my heart today. I am blessed beyond belief.

Seriously. As I was looking through photos trying to find a good one of the two of us, I found this gem. What guy does a green face mask with his wife and then agrees to a silly-faced selfie to post on Facebook?  A very special one indeed.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Oh, This is Gonna Be a Good Life.

"This could really be a good life. "

I was laying in bed after a heartfelt prayer of gratitude, and this song popped in my head. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I really do have a good life (and then I felt impressed to grab my computer, so the following will be the spontaneous, albeit heartfelt expressions of my mind).

It's not that I haven't realized this before. Daily I am awestruck by the quiet, simple, beautiful moments that I'm blessed to experience. Like a tender embrace from my husband after we've both had a long day. His warmth and reassurance envelops me and eases all my tensions. Or, the quiet moments when I am able to sit and think of the life within me--my child to be--and allow the joy of pregnancy to overtake me. And, truth be told, often times my beautiful moments are much louder--full of songs, animal noises, giggling, and squeals of "that tickles!" from my ever-energetic toddler. Basically, I'm tremendously blessed.

But, as this song entered my mind and began playing (without much thought on my part) I was suddenly taken back to another time in my life. In past posts I've mentioned that my dad died when I was a kid. I was 14 to be exact, and the entirety of my universe came to a screeching halt as I watched his monitors flat line one cold and dreary January morning.

I remember that shortly after his passing someone gave me a blessing. Sadly, I don't remember exactly who it was... likely an uncle or a close neighbor... there was a considerable outpouring of love at the time from many we were close to. The priesthood and blessings from amazing men in my life were a great comfort to me. And, honestly, the surrounding weeks around my dad's death are pretty foggy in my mind... likely due to some unintentional yet very real suppression on my part.  Defense mechanisms of the brain I suppose. Anyway, it's not the vessel through which the blessing came that really matters (although I am grateful to whomever it was that gave it) but the fact that words came from my Father in Heaven. Ultimately that's who I remember speaking to me. They were his words, it was his promise to my aching soul.

I remember being told that despite this pain, I would continue on to live a good, happy life.

The line stood out among the rest, and it has survived the past 11 (almost 12) years and my brain's attempts to erase every memory I have of those days. At the time, I couldn't even begin to imagine a happy life. I was too caught up in the grief and despair of losing one of the most important people in my life. I was a young girl, and I had just lost my daddy. Happiness, and the promise of it, seemed unfathomable. Yet, I clung to those words and the promise inherent within them.

Now, more than a decade later, I can say with complete and honest transparency that those prophetic words delivered to a little girl in her time of need were true. My life is good. My life is immensely happy! Is it perfect? Of course not. Am I perfect? Heavens no! Far from it. I am flawed. Life is still often quite hard. But, I have the gospel and all of the hope that comes with it. If, even for a moment, I can stop focusing on the trees in front of me and allow myself to take a step back, gain some perspective, and look at the bigger picture... it's enough to render me speechless and utterly humble. The tapestry of my life is being woven with such beautiful, vibrant, happy threads. In these moments of increased vision there is no room for anything but gratitude for the weaver, each piece bound together by His love.

"If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall then I think we'd see the beauty then, we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, at the beauty told by the fault lines and the soil."- Conor Oberst 

I still have insecurities and fears about the future. It's hard not to in this world. Yet, as our beloved prophet President Monson so eloquently and succinctly put it:


God is good. His gospel--the good news of Christ--is on the earth in its fullness. It gives me strength daily. It affords me the ability to cherish the present, and maintain high hopes for the future. Because of Him, I am able to hold my head up, looking towards the unknown with the utmost certainty that--

"This is gonna be a good life. A good good life."

Monday, August 25, 2014

Religous Reflections 04 | My Best Friend's Wedding

"Celebrate and commemorate each day together as a treasured gift from heaven." 
-Russell M. Nelson 

A little over a week ago, my best friend became the most beautiful, blushing bride and married the love of her life in the Salt Lake temple for time and all eternity. 

It was the same place that Sam and I were married almost 5 years ago. The combination of total and complete happiness for her, and the memory of my own perfect day was enough to ruin my makeup. Thank goodness the temple keeps tissues nearby during wedding ceremonies. 

(I'm not sure how she would feel about me posting pictures from her wedding on my blog, and she's on her honeymoon in Hawaii so I won't bother her. Thus, there's a picture of Sam and me from the big day instead. Isn't he dreamy?) 

I've known Sharydon since middle school. We were in the same 8th grade science class, and my first memories of her were in the bathroom before it started. We would both rush to the mirror between classes to touch up our makeup and fluff our hair. We only had 5 minutes, so we had to make it count. The style in those days (at least where we lived--I think it may have been a localized affair) was to rat your hair so much on the sides and in the back that your head had an elevated, almost boxy appearance. The bigger the better. And, indeed, all of the most popular girls were masters of the "poof." It was imperative for social acceptance into circles that we never actually became a part of. No matter though, because we became bathroom buddies, sharing hairspray and a love of huge hair. It wasn't long before we were inseparable. 

Our friendship has endured the various stages of our lives. First the poofy hair preppy phase where our biggest aspiration in life was to work at American Eagle. (Sadly, we never did achieve this goal. By the time we were old enough to actually do it we had out grown the desire.) Next, we entered the Myspace bathroom "selfie" phase. Our hangouts consisted of taking hundreds of pictures of each other with the same "duck face," and meticulously studying the "scenester/emo" look. We helped each other along as we attempted to emulate this popular trend. I'm not sure we were ever entirely successful... I think we wore too many bright colors to be considered true "emo" kids... but we sure tried. And we chased after boys with long hair and tight pants, attending concerts and pretending to know all about bands we had never heard of. Next, came the era when Sharydon went to hair school and I (willingly) became her guinea pig. I attempted every color possible--my favorite being the orangey blonde hue I achieved when I wanted to go from jet black hair to platinum. Smart move.

We've seen each other through the hair, boys, heartache, drama, and the general ups and downs of life. Over time our hair has flattened out, but our love for each other as remained. Even when I married young and set out on a very different course in life than my hip, single friend we still managed to maintain our friendship. I set her up with just about every guy I could think of, and she supported me through all the changes that I went through--throwing me bridal and baby showers, showing up the day Klair was born to take photos--even helping me out in those weeks of recovery after childbirth. I found her doing my dishes on multiple occasions. If that's not true love, I don't know what is. 

Now that she has found her other half, I'm thrilled to be able to return the favor. I threw her a bridal shower, now I'm just biding my time until I get the chance to throw a baby shower... haha just kidding! But seriously. That will be so fun :) 

As I sat there in the temple, my hand in Sam's, I couldn't help but think back to my own wedding. It was such a surreal, transcendental day. It was as if God had temporarily parted the veil between heaven and earth and allowed us a glimpse of the perfection that awaits. And, by the look on both Sharydon and Jordan's faces, I could tell they felt the same. The ceremony was profoundly beautiful, and the love felt in that room was nothing short of angelic. I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity to return to the temple for a wedding that was so special to me. The advice given, the covenants made in that sacred place... it was all such a beautiful reminder of God's love and the true meaning of life.

"Choose your love. Love your choice." President Thomas S. Monson 

I am incredibly grateful for the priceless insights that I have because I have been blessed with a knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Some may wonder why the LDS/Mormon church places so much emphasis on marriage and family. The answer? In short, it's because we believe that the family, and the expressions of love found within it, is the true meaning of life. Marriages and families can be eternal. "'Till death do us part" does not have to be our destiny... it was never meant to be. God wants us to be with those we love forever. The atonement was wrought to make it so.

This knowledge of the forever nature of marriages and family breathes an added measure of importance-- a richness and eternal perspective-- into our relationships. Marriage isn't something designed to help us through this life so that we can part ways when we die. It is so much more. It is our shared destiny, our greatest potential. It is a love that you work for because it is meant to last forever. I'm a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, and I believe this to be the most romantic sentiment possible. 

"Our joy now and forever is inextricably tied to our capacity to love." John H. Groberg