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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

This is the day I address mothers and non-mothers

Mother's Day is coming up fast.  You all know I love any excuse to party, but this is a rough one for me. So much so that I am actually blogging my thoughts, because they won't leave me alone when I try to get any of the MANY other things done that I really ought to.

To the mothers, meaning those of you who have born or adopted children that you are legally and morally responsible for: This weekend, you will be smothered with hugs and kisses by tiny bodies, or get a breakfast in bed that you can barely stomach down (but by golly, you with your mother heart, you will!), or  phone calls from older children far away, or receive cards and hand print-covered aprons from grandchildren. Some of you will mourn the wayward child or grieve a child who left this earth before you. Some of you will be so caught up in remembering your own mothers (for better or for worse) that, once again, you will fail to take time to celebrate and pamper yourself. Many of you will feel internally censured rather than celebrated, because Mother's Day focuses on the ideal mother and you feel anything but. There are a thousand ways to be happy and a thousand ways to be sad when you're a mother, and I know Mother's Day only amplifies all those feelings at once. I am aware of you, of the dailiness of every gross, sticky little thing you do to further the human race and to do it well. I hope you take the day, or even the afternoon, or an hour, or a moment, to honor yourselves and all you do so selflessly to keep the world going. It is no small thing!

However, as a non-mother, I do have a few requests. There are few days as difficult for me as Mother's Day...this was always the case, but especially once Paul and I tried to have children of our own and couldn't. I have since had some of the most intimate conversations with women from every walk and station of life, and while everyone has different "triggers," there are a few that seem to be universal. I'm not saying this to be defensive, merely to help you be more aware of what your well-meaning words sound like to those of us on the other side. What I'm writing is especially for you LDS women out there, who know just how very ETERNAL and all-encompassing the doctrine of motherhood is for EVERY woman, regardless of marital status or how many children we raise.

(1) Avoid saying--ESPECIALLY FROM THE PULPIT--"I'm so glad Heavenly Father trusts me to have and raise this child." Not only is it doctrinally false, but it is incredibly hurtful to the faithful woman who wants to raise a child and can't. Yes, Heavenly Father entrusts His precious little ones to your care, but that's not saying every child only comes to those He trusts. (So, what, the 16-year-old drug addict down the street pregnant with her second child is more trustworthy than a stable, loving married couple who have been patiently waiting for 12 years?) If the world were perfectly fair, then those who "deserve" to be parents would be, and those who do not deserve to be parents wouldn't. But life isn't fair. You didn't EARN your children. God gave them as a gift to you, not only for your joy but also for your eternal education. He has entrusted them to your care, and will hold you accountable for what you do with your time and energy where children and family are concerned. When I think about some of my closest friends that have struggled with infertility, and I imagine it would be the same for you, I know they are some of the MOST worthy and willing people in the world. Maybe there is something to that. Elder Paul V. Johnson taught,  "At times it may seem that our trials are focused on areas of our lives and parts of our souls with which we seem least able to cope. Since personal growth is an intended outcome of these challenges, it should come as no surprise that the trials can be very personal—almost laser guided to our particular needs or weaknesses. And no one is exempt, especially not Saints striving to do what’s right." Perhaps, then, some women and couples who already possess many of the divine attributes of loving parents don't need to learn those same lessons in the same way, so they are given other challenges and experiences instead. The Lord loves us all equally, and He doesn't withhold anything from us that we need to achieve the full measure of our creation. Not only will those who are worthy and willing have children in the hereafter ("better late than never? Not really what the Lord is going for there...), but He will perform many mighty works through those who have only Him to lean upon.
(2) Along those lines, please know that, while it is true that there are some things you can only learn from raising children of your own, there are other, equally valuable and important things you can only learn through struggling with the loneliness of singlehood for a decade (or two, or three), or through widowhood, or through infertility. Every experience we have is unique, and all truth is of value. When we earnestly seek to learn and grow from whatever blessing or trial we are handed in this life, we learn and become perfected in that one thing. But there are other things. It's one of the reasons God wants us all to work together, to have our hearts knit together in unity and love, to do our visiting teaching, to get involved in our community...we each have something to give, and we each have something to learn. Motherhood is one incredibly important way to grow into our divine nature, and something we should strive for if possible. But it is not salvation (that comes through Christ, not through motherhood on earth), and it is not a status symbol to hold over those who are not mothers. Yes, you probably know some things now that you couldn't even imagine knowing before you were a mom. But that's true of me now, too, with widowhood and infertility. Hopefully we are ALL learning and growing because of our gifts and our trials...that's kind of the point. Please don't assume that your knowledge now is better or more important than what I have to offer.

(3) Avoid saying--ESPECIALLY FROM THE PULPIT--anything along the lines of the quote from Elder Neil L. Anderson's talk (you know the one, quoted from a Christian mommy blogger--"Motherhood is not a hobby, it's a calling...It is not something you do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for"). Okay, it's a fantastic quote that makes you feel (rightfully) the awesomeness of what you do every day, I get it. But you have to consider the audience of both the blog and the conference in which it was stated. It wasn't used to shame those who, whether by virtue of personal revelation or by having a body that doesn't work right, don't have children. It was a reminder to MOTHERS of where your priorities ought to be. It was encouraging those who were struggling down the path of acceptance that their lives would forever be changed in the best of ways, and warning those who put off having children for selfish reasons that there are more important things than money, travel, etc. When you're a mother, this quote resonates for you, affirming the very honorable choice you have made. HOWEVER. When you say this quote from the pulpit or in a relief society lesson--especially on Mother's Day--then those who want to be mothers only feel an ever-deepening ache, and wonder what on earth we are doing here, then? The truth is, mothers, that mothering is what God gave YOU time for. But those for whom motherhood is not in the cards? Maybe God gave them time for something else. Because otherwise, my very existence makes no sense, and I am a waste of space and time. While I don't think you should have to walk on eggshells around the over-insensitive infertile or single women, this quote is probably one of the LEAST favorite quotes of every righteous woman who would love to have her time taken up by little ones.

(4) Avoid trying to comfort the unattached or the infertile with Sheri Dew talks (we've read them all, and also she was a single, childless member, so she is "one of us" and gets to say things to us that you, frankly, can't), lists of the many ways we can still serve children (we are aware and for the most part we are trying, but sometimes it does hurt too much and we need to take care of ourselves), or "at leasts"/"aren't you glad?"s.  One of the most hurtful things you can say to someone who wants a child is "aren't you glad you don't have to deal with (insert random painful, gross, or silly aspect of pregnancy, birth, or childrearing)? Because, the truth is, most of us would cut off our right leg if it meant we got to experience those things firsthand. I am a school teacher, and I have been in primary for 6 years, and I'm a killer aunt and babysitter, and I happen to find a lot of joy and fill a lot of voids that way. But (a) that's just my personality, not everyone finds peace and comfort in surrounding themselves with children, and (b) I know it's not the same as having a little one cry out only for you, as hearing them call you "mommy" and running up for one-of-a-kind hugs.  

What else CAN you say, then, you may be asking? Well, how about, "I love you. I'm thinking of you. You are an awesome woman of great faith and strength. Let's go out to lunch, or even better dessert (and then you have to actually go and talk about something other than your children!)." Those genuinely-stated sentiments are pretty much always a guarantee to making someone's day, mother or not, am I right?

What you do, mothers, is nothing short of miraculous. I'm not belittling any of the marvelous, selfless, difficult, timeless things you do. I hope you enjoy your special day on Sunday and that the people in your life treat you with all the LOVE that you deserve (and all the LOVE you don't!). But I would love it even more if ALL women could avoid the tears and heartache that this day brings and instead feel honored and valued for what they as strong women of faith contribute to their families, communities, and congregations, and if you can do something to lighten the load of another sister--even if it's just holding some of your thoughts in for a day--then why not?

Now, to all the NON-mothers out there, meaning you who want a child but, for any number of reasons, cannot currently hold little ones of your own in your arms: PLEASE KNOW THAT YOUR LIFE IS NOT A CONSOLATION PRIZE. You came to this planet with seeds of deity within you and a very specific mission to fulfill, and you are NOT a waste of time or space to He who created you! You are so incredible to me, and not because you're "surviving" a difficult thing but because you are radiating positivity and goodness and community right smack in the middle of it. I have been so honored to listen to your stories, so touched by your faithfulness, so saddened by your losses and shattered dreams. I have no idea why some bodies work right to reproduce and some do not or why some people find their soulmate at age 19 and others search the world their whole lives and come up short, nor do I know why you, of all amazing people in the world, must personally endure this trial. But there is One who does know. And I want to tell you that the Lord, God, creator of all, knows your name. He not only weeps with you in the bitterness of your grief, but He wants to rejoice in the goodness He has to offer you.  He is not merely withholding some blessings until the next life by chance or vengeance. As I stated above, He has things He wants to give you and teach you here and now, and sometimes that means having children, and sometimes it doesn't. But that doesn't mean you are in ANY WAY less worthy of every good thing He has in store for you, and not just in eternity.  HERE AND NOW.  Maybe you just have other things to learn and do in this life. Certainly you have a work that ONLY YOU can do, and perhaps that mission could not be accomplished if you had a child. SOMEONE needs to be the teachers, the nurses, the engineers, the artists, the architects, and for now, that someone is YOU. I know it's not enough. But please know *YOU* ARE ENOUGH.

Please don't let your heartache over the things you DON'T have overshadow the many gifts that you DO have. Reflect on your blessings, and improve on your strengths. We need you!

Please don't take offense, even when mothers say the wrongest things. Be gracious.  They mean well. Let them mother you a little in the ways they know how.

Please take time to celebrate and pamper yourself a little this weekend, whether anyone else will or not. You may not be as sleep-deprived but I know you are still a different kind of exhausted. Life is hard and it is tiring for everyone. So enjoy a day to celebrate YOU and the contribution you are already making to the world.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Today is the Day It Has Been One Year

I feel like I should share some of my thoughts on my first year of widowhood. They might surprise you. :) The last year has been quite the journey, and if my thoughts can help anyone else who is struggling with a loss, then maybe my good intentions can be found through the sometimes-confusing words.

A year ago today, I thought I'd never be happy again. When all the condolences started rolling in, I felt as though I knew survival would be my endgame and there was nothing more for me than to "wait it out," this thing called pain, and that to "endure to the end" of my burden of days with some dignity was as much as I could hope for. 

FALSE. 

There is so much more to this life, to my being, than just my grief, and there is so much more to you than yours. Don't let it define you! I am, surprisingly, a creature of joy! And I have found tremendous joy even as I have felt tremendous pain. It has been the most pleasant surprise of the year, that my happiness is not contingent on circumstance, but a conscious choice every day to see the good in my life. That we can be so full of contradictions is what makes us interesting, right? Paul exuded happiness every day of his own short 28 3/4 years in this planet, and the 6 years we were together taught me so much about being happy, come what may. It is possible to not just survive widowhood, but to rejoice through it! It doesn't mean you loved him any less. As one who has struggled with serious depression several times in my life, this has been life-changing to discover and incredible to live.

***

A year ago today, I thought that grief would ebb and flow away slowly as time went by, that holidays and anniversaries would be impossibly hard but that every other day things would get a little bit easier. 

FALSE. 

Grief is not a decrescendo. Yes, I was weepier those first few months as I adjusted to this new life, but it's not exactly ebbed and flowed like I had pictured it. The first Christmas without him was hard, but New Year's was very peaceful. I cried a whole random week in April, but our anniversary (which I had taken off from work) turned out to be just fine, me all bored and sitting at home and wishing I hadn't wasted a day off. The truth about grief is that it hits you at random, a drive-by shooting of tears or giggles at sometimes incredibly inconvenient and surprising times, and you just have to roll with it and enjoy your very valid excuse to be a little crazy. Let yourself be sad on the days you're sad, but also let yourself be happy on the days you're happy.  He would expect no less!

***

A year ago today, I thought that, because I had lost the love of my life, I had no one left to love me...or, more accurately, that all the "lesser" love wouldn't be enough to make up for my loss.

FALSE.

I have had love pouring in from the most unexpected places and at the most unexpected times, and it has not only been "enough" but I truly feel "my cup runneth over," in the best way possible. People surprise me every day with their thoughtfulness. I have a huge family nearby that I get to spend a lot of time with, and a handful of close friends who love me no matter what kind of day I'm having, and that has helped me remember that love comes in many forms but it is never "lesser." It's just different. I'm blessed to work with children at school and in my church calling who give me so many reasons to smile and even cry happy tears, whose hugs and high fives fill a void I don't always pay attention to. Coworkers who never even knew him and really didn't even know me at the time have been a tremendous support, and countless others have just changed me for the better in small, unacknowledged ways. I have also felt God's love for me very truly and deeply, and that has been a transformative experience all on its own. Yes, it is a loss, and it is sad and hard and different. But! Love is everywhere, you just have to accept it into your life from the many, many people aching to give it.

***

A year ago today, I thought I knew what it meant to be gracious.

FALSE.

People sometimes say the worst and very "wrongest" things, but with good intentions.
Love them anyway.
People who never spoke to you before will suddenly try, inexplicably, to "cash in" on your friendship. You'll get invited to a "sympathy" dinner once, and then will be forgotten.
Love them anyway.
People who used to be your friends will suddenly no longer have anything to say to you, and you will not be invited to get-togethers and birthday parties.
Love them anyway.
Life will go on for everyone else, while a part of you will always be stuck in a very tragic moment in time. There will be weddings, babies, new jobs and homes and joys for others, and you will feel robbed of those things (and more) on some days.
Love them anyway.
Being gracious is a lifelong process of becoming, and I am still learning a lot about it myself, but compared to a year ago, I have definitely improved in my ability to be gracious to others who mean well, and I know that it is a HUGE part of finding that peace and happiness and healing that anyone with a loss searches so desperately for.

***

A year ago today, I thought I knew God.

FALSE.

But God knows me. And that has become enough. Coming to know God is a lifelong process, too, but it's worth it on the days when I can catch even the slightest glimpse of how He sees me, and how I should see those around me.  It's worth it on the days when I can see God in the faces of my friends, family, and even strangers I happen across on the street. I have learned more this year about the love of God, of His patience, of His compassion, of His mercy, and of His plans for each one of us, than I ever could have anticipated. I am humbled to think of the one short shot we get at this life, and what I believe He intends for us to do with it.

Leave the world better than you found it, and enjoy the journey!






Saturday, April 26, 2014

Time Out For Women (TOFW) 2014

I love going to this yearly conference just for women of faith. (I was about to write women of "my" faith, meaning of the LDS/Mormon variety, but truthfully it is just for any disciple of Christ who wants to draw nearer to Him.) I always come away feeling so inspired, both to morph myself more into the person I want to be and yet still learn to love myself more as I already am. 

Here's me and my travel buddy, Dawn:

(Please forgive my crazy eyes...cute tote bags have a strange effect on me, apparently. :)

It was also the quintessential spring afternoon, so we walked around Covington and enjoyed the city's architecture and the beautiful view of downtown Cincinnati across the river:
This cute lil' church reminds me of a castle!

Stalking wedding photos of strangers, 'cause that's how we roll. Seriously though, the bridge, the blue street lamps, and the"Easter Egg Building"...gotta love it!

Also, another highlight, seeing the ridiculously talented Jenny Oaks Baker perform for the third year in a row:

I also started one of my new books when I had down time:

And ran into this lady, one of the neatest ladies ever and one of my leaders and saving angels during my growing-up years:

God is tender.

The REAL highlight, of course, is the inspiration that comes through all these talks. I always come away with that "one talk that was written just for me," bit this year I felt like they ALL were.

The theme was "inevitable light," which warrants some pondering when you have a moment. But it centered around the scripture of 1 Timothy 4:14-15:

"Neglect not the gift that is in thee...Meditate upon these things; give thyself wholly to them." 

What are YOUR gifts? How can you use them to build up God's Kingdom, to share the light that His love and goodness will inevitably bring? What is your dream? What is your mission? What are the greatest desires of your heart? And what's holding you back? These are the questions we tried to answer. Or tried to START to answer. :)

Many of the things that would be most meaningful to share are also personal enough I don't think I will here and now. And I'm too lazy, frankly, to summarize or copy ALL my notes like I did last year. :) But I invite you to ponder those same questions above and seek answers. Also, be brave enough to accept those answers and act on them. Miracles happen when we do this.

And, because I want to keep these somewhere for you, here are just SOME of the quotes and thoughts that resonated with me this weekend:

Speaking of the parable of the ten virgins and the necessity to seek out oil for ourselves, and then of visiting her oldest son's grave, Heidi S. Swinson said of her grief, "Out of my heart, into my lamp was poured out light, that I could see further." I get this. So much. And it is so much more beautifully put than anything I've come up with in the last 8 months to describe that experience.

From Jenny Oaks Baker, speaking of the desire to use her talents to save the world:
"If you can't do visiting teaching, why would The Lord trust you with the whole world?"

From Elaine Dalton:
"You are not an ordinary woman...none of us has the same divine mission, but all of our parts matter because all of US matter." Also, when you doubt yourself, remember: "We fought a war, and we won! We won!" We were "prepared and reserved" for a divinely personal mission in this life, but Satan distracts, delays, and disqualifies us." We must not let him!

From Whitney Johnson:
"Date your dreams." "Start with what makes you feel strong." "Dreaming is about showing up."

From Chris Williams:
"Let it go." :) The Spirit speaks to things as they really are and as they really will be; that truth is necessary to cultivate and find especially in the midst of trials.
(His talk was a very moving one for me this time around.)

Laurel C. Day (my favorite!):
"God gives us the desires of our heart. Not that He grants us the things our heart desires, but that He can give us the desires to put in our hearts." Align your desires to His, and "make it enough."

From Wendy Ulrich:
"Turn futile hopes into fertile hopes." Stop wasting time and spiritual/emotional energy on false hopes (including undoing the past ["Forgiveness means giving up all hope of ever having a better past"], preventing trouble in the future ["of all of the many names of God, He is never called the Preventer!"], certainty in an uncertain world [for if we had a sure knowledge, what need would we have of faith?], and control (agency matters!). 

From Emily Watts: 
"Remember WHY you're doing what you're doing." "Work toward making 'yes' your default response." "Even in a world of darkness, God's covenant children have light. It is, in fact, inevitable."

I felt so inspired to make changes in my life, to dare to dream a little higher, to live up to the privilege of being a daughter of God, and to stay close to Paul by remembering and emulating him. The music itself was incredibly moving, too. I relearned from Hilary Weeks to "let my dreams be bigger than my fears" and that it's also okay to cry and that in the often-quoted scripture about "mourning with those that mourn and comforting those that stand in need of comfort," mourning is important and it comes first. 

It was a very edifying weekend, and I wish it weren't over!



Saturday, March 22, 2014

This is what I do with my spare time.

I learned how to do the chevron stitch, and I'm a little obsessed.

I also have taken to naming my crocheted blankets this winter. 

This one is Vanurt...named for the parents of the baby I made it for:


This one is Heaven (because of the sky colors and the feeling of floating on a cloud):

This is She-Who-Is-Alone (named after the character is dePaola's "Legend of the Bluebonnet"):

And this is the one I just finished for some friends...Neopolitan.


Not a bad way to unwind each night. :)

Sunday, February 16, 2014

This is my favorite yarn ever.

Its called Parfait. Hard to find a good variety of colors around town, so I ordered some from an online vendor for the same price but with shipping. Worth every penny! Here are the colors for four new baby blankets for friends about to pop:

Girly (reminds me of neopolitan ice cream):

Boyish:

It's the same kind of soft, melt-in-your-hand, almost silky and so smooth it's almost not even there kind of yarn that I made this blanket with:


So they have some bold colors, too. And variegated yarn they call "flavors." Easier to find online than in craft stores, at least here.

Seriously, it's softer than that Bernat's baby yarn stuff! You have to feel it in its finished product to believe it. Do a double crochet stitch and you'll be amazed at how little softness it loses (my beef with most other yarn, it gets itchy when you actually make something with it!). It's my new favorite ever!

Just thought I'd share. 

This was my first Valentine's Day without Paul

And you know what? It was okay! 

I think the fact that I never loved valentine's day in the first place helped lower my expectations. Paul and I didn't make VDay as big a deal as birthdays, Christmas, and anniversaries, truthfully. So there weren't any traditions to miss, just him--which is an everyday occurrence, anyway, so...nothing new. He's always in my heart. 

I DID commemorate our eternal love by ordering our headstone that afternoon! I think it will be simple and classy and perfect for our tastes. No photos, no extra flowers and junk, just the basics in classic lines and white-on-polished-black, with "Called to Serve" inscribed on the back. Maybe it's not romantic in the traditional sense, but it IS a declaration of my undying love for him all the same. And it felt really good to get it done, should be in by Memorial Day!

Then, after actually cleaning some!, my BFF Lindsey came over and we started booking/planning our summer cruise. TO GREECE AND TURKEY, via VENICE!!! Which basically meant we got excited about it for a long while, ordered the tickets, and then watched New Girl and ate chocolate. :) Until 3:30 am. 

All this after the chaos of a party at school, with flowers from my dad AND a coworker (bless her heart!). 


My loot! Being a teacher has it's perks. ;)

It was a good day. People are kind and compassionate and thoughtful and good, and that helps a whole lot. 

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Salvation Through Suffering

A couple of weeks ago, I gave a talk in sacrament meeting entitled "Salvation Through Suffering."  I'm finally getting around to posting. Thanks for reading. :)

Celeste’s Talk January 26, 2014
Salvation Through Suffering

The Plan of Salvation is often known by several other names.  The Plan of Happiness.  The Plan of Righteousness. The Plan of Mercy.  Those words I understand, but there is one title that has always mystified me a little, and that is the Plan of Redemption. I knew that you could redeem a coupon for free ice cream at Cold Stone.  I knew that a bad argument could be redeemed by one really great point.  I’d heard of people redeeming mortgages or the government redeeming bonds.  I knew most importantly, and this is of course the real focus of my talk today, that the scriptures are replete with testimony that the Savior of mankind came to redeem His people.  So with all these many, very different usages, what does this word really mean? 
I learned these past few weeks that the word redeem has its roots in Latin and means to “buy back.”  If the Savior redeemed us, He must have bought us back from something, and back to something.  What is it?  And he bought us with a price.  What price?  Elder Holland once taught (and I’m paraphrasing a little for context), “I am convinced that (gospel living) is not easy because salvation is not a cheap experience. Salvation never was easy.  We are The Church of Jesus Christ…how could we believe it would be easy for us when it was never, ever easy for him? It seems to me that (members) have to spend at least a few moments in Gethsemane…Now, please don’t misunderstand.  I’m not talking about anything anywhere near what Christ experienced…but I believe that…to come to the truth, to come to salvation, to know something of this price that has been paid, we will have to pay a token of that same price…If (the Savior) could come forward in the night…and cry, ‘Abba, Father (Papa), if this cup can pass, let it pass,’ then little wonder that salvation is not a whimsical or easy thing for us.  If you wonder if there isn’t an easier way, you should remember you are not the first one to ask that.  Someone a lot greater and a lot grander than you asked a long time ago if there wasn’t an easier way…the only way to eternity is through Him—the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”[i]
Today, I’ve been asked to focus on a different but similar quote from Elder Holland, given in the most recent General Conference.  He taught of the struggles and trials that come to all of us, “in striving for some peace and understanding in these difficult matters, it is crucial to remember that we are living—and chose to live—in a fallen world where for divine purposes our pursuit of godliness will be tested and tried again and again.  Of greatest assurance in God’s plan is that a Savior was promised, a Redeemer, who through our faith in Him would lift us triumphantly over those tests and trials, even though the cost to do so would be unfathomable for both the Father who sent Him and the Son who came.  It is only an appreciation of this divine love that will make our own lesser suffering first bearable, then understandable, and finally redemptive.”[ii]
I think most of us understand that when we actively apply the Atonement, the Savior is there to help us bear our burdens.  We think of the Comforter or of the promised blessings that await us, and we know that, first, these things are bearable.  And then, I think we mostly know, and can all testify, that our trials do become understandable, even if only in hindsight.  We learn valuable lessons and skills, we grow into our Divine Nature, we see how the Savior helps us and our testimony of Him is strengthened.  I’m not going to talk about that either.  J  I’d like to focus on the last part of Elder Holland’s quote, where our trials can be “finally redemptive,” or how we can be saved from our sins through them. 
Even more specifically, we basically have two kinds of trials—those that are consequences of our choices, and those over which we have no control.  I think we understand that, as we sin and consequently suffer, we are drawn into the repentance process and can be forgiven of sins.  So I’m not even going to cover that today.  But can we be saved from our sins even through suffering that occurs through no fault of our own?  The answer? Absolutely! 
As I’ve pondered the variety of trials I have endured in my own life, I can testify on a very personal level that there is truly salvation in suffering.  Why?  How is it done?  I’m honestly not totally sure.  But the scriptures testify of it again and again.  And I have felt it.  I noticed in studying this topic that it is particularly mentioned by the Book of Mormon prophet Nephi, the New Testament Apostle Paul, and to the early Saints in the Doctrine and Covenants.  This comes as no surprise if you consider the task that lay in front of each of them, establishing new branches of the Kingdom of God, which of necessity requires a cleansing, purifying power to make it His, make it work, and make it last. 
Nephi and his brothers endured suffering and temptations of nearly every kind, and severe chastening by the Lord.  Of course we know that Laman and Lemuel brought a lot of the chastening on themselves through wickedness, but even Nephi exclaimed in the throes of grief after his father (the prophet Lehi) passed away, “O wretched man that I am!  Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily beset me. And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins.”[iii]  This is NEPHI.  He has come to be known to millions as the quintessential prophet of righteousness and obedience!  He had visions and blessings abound, but he was not exempt from suffering, usually at the hands of his brothers but sometimes just because that is life.  Yet even in this moment of his most profound sadness, he declared, “Nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted.  My God hath been my support (there’s the bearable)…He hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the night-time (there’s the understandable)…He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consuming of my flesh” (and THERE is the redemption).  
It is this humility, this ultimate leaning on the Lord and submissiveness to His will, patiently bearing all things, that enabled Nephi to be “bought back” from his sins and weaknesses and be made whole enough in spite of them to lead a family, and soon a whole people, into a promised land.  Nephi, a righteous prophet of God, was sanctified through his suffering.
The writings of the Apostle Paul abound with encouragement to the early Christians to not only bear their sufferings patiently but to rejoice in them.  “Rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ’s sufferings…if ye be reproached for the name of Christ, happy are ye; for the spirit of glory and of God resteth upon you.” [iv] (Bearable.) We are divine children of God with knowledge and power, “but we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.” [v] (Understandable.) “Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”[vi] (There’s salvation in there.)  He taught that even Christ Himself not only earned our salvation through His suffering, but His own: “Though He were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered; And being made perfect, he became the author of eternal salvation unto all them that obey him.”[vii]
The early Saints in this dispensation have a similar story.  They were trying to do a massively great thing—establish the Lord’s church and kingdom again on the earth, with Jesus Christ at its head.  Sometimes mistakes were made, and sometimes they just needed refining.  “Zion cannot be built up unless it is by the principles of the law of the celestial kingdom,” the Lord taught, “and my people must needs be chastened until they learn obedience, if it must needs be, by the things which they suffer.” [viii] “Behold, this is the blessing which I have promised after your tribulations…your redemption, and the redemption of your brethren.” [ix] “Yet I will own them, and they shall be mine (for He truly bought them with a heavy price)…therefore, they must needs be chastened and tried…for those who will not endure chastening, but deny me, cannot be sanctified.”[x]  We know our history; we know how the Saints humbled themselves and grew through their sufferings into this divine vision.  Zion was indeed established in the Latter Days.
So it appears that much of our suffering is intended to humble us enough to come to the Lord again and again.  It is possible to come unto Christ without immense suffering, but most of us need a little hardship now and again as a reminder.  President Harold B. Lee taught of this suffering, “Some of us have been tried and have been tested until our very heart strings would seem to break…Sometimes when you are going through the most severe tests, you will be nearer to God than you have any idea, for like the experience of the Master himself in the temptation on the mount, in the Garden of Gethsemane, and on the cross at Calvary, the scriptures record, ‘And behold, angels came and ministered unto him.’ Sometimes that may happen to you in the midst of your trials.”[xi]
“We don’t seek out tests, trials, and tribulations.  Our personal journey through life will provide just the right amount for our needs…At times it may seem that our trials are focused on areas of our lives and parts of our souls with which we seem least able to cope…it should come as no surprise that the trials can be very personal—almost laser guided to our particular needs or weaknesses.  And no one is exempt, especially not Saints striving to do what’s right.”[xii]
I know I have experienced this again and again, most recently when I lost Paul. There are no words to describe the pain that has come with this separation; it has been my greatest trial, facing day after day without him, knowing that it will be so for the rest of my time in mortality.  But there is also a very sacred sweetness that has come into my life as I have had to make the Savior my constant companion, one which I don’t have adequate words for but that doesn’t make it any less real or true. In the midst of my grief and in wrestling with the Spirit, on my knees I have come to know my Savior in a new light.  I felt this especially in the first weeks after his passing, largely, I know, because of the prayers and fasting of many of you on my behalf.  I was compelled to rely on others, and I felt the Spirit pouring down from heaven profoundly.  (It was bearable.) As I pondered this Plan of Redemption that I always believed, a more sure knowledge settled in my soul “as the dews from heaven,” and there are things of the Spirit I now know. Additionally, I was blessed to understand how the Lord had prepared me through other trials in my life to meet this challenge, and know that He would take care of me.  (It was understandable.)  I especially felt the love of our Savior when I needed it most, assuring me that I was forgiven and being purified, and that I was capable of loving and forgiving others.  (I knew I had been redeemed, and would be again and again as often as I came unto Him.) I don’t always feel this way now—life has a way of distracting us from these revelations—but I feel this especially when I sit at Paul’s graveside.  I’m human, of course--I worry and doubt and sin—but a calm assurance always comes that lets me know I am known and loved of the Lord.  I feel, again and again, saved.  Redeemed.  Bought back.  Back from my own sinfulness, back to that God that gave me life.  I have come to know that we must endure suffering to be reminded of our vulnerability, of our ultimate powerlessness and reliance on the Lord, to seek that constant connection that saves us.  I think no matter how righteous we are, we will spend our whole lives learning over and over again to “come unto Christ, and be perfected in Him, and deny (ourselves) of all ungodliness…then are (we) sanctified in Christ by the grace of God, through the shedding of the blood of Christ.”[xiii]
I add my witness to that of the prophets of His redeeming power, and of the redemptive power of our trials.  We are saved through suffering—our own, and that of the Savior.  It is why we are here, and it is why He came.  I so testify in the name of our beloved Redeemer, even Jesus Christ, amen.




[i] “Missionary Work and the Atonement,” Jeffrey R. Holland, Mar. 2001 Ensign
[ii] “Like a Broken Vessel,” Jeffrey R. Holland, October 2013 General Conference
[iii] 2 Nephi 4: 17-21, 23
[iv] 1 Peter 4: 13-14
[v] 2 Corinthians 4: 7
[vi] 2 Corinthians 12:10
[vii] Hebrews 5: 8-9
[viii] D&C 105: 5-6
[ix] D&C 103: 13
[x] D&C 101:3-5
[xi] In Conference Report, Munich Germany Area Conference, 1973, pg. 114
[xii] “More than Conquerors Through Him that Loved Us,” Paul V. Johnson, April 2011 General Conference
[xiii] Moroni 10: 32-33

See also Romans 8: 37-39; Alma 5:26; Isaiah 43: 1-2; 2 Corinthians 1: 5-6; 1 Peter 1: 3-9; Hebrews 12: 6-14; Isaiah 53: 5; Galatians 3:24; James 1: 2-6; D&C 90: 36; Luke 21:28; Psalms 49:8; 3 Nephi 9: 13-14, 17, 21-22; Ephesians 1: 6-7; Mormon 9: 12-13; Alma 34:16; Alma 12: 33-34; “The Purifying Power of Gethsemane” by Bruce R. McConkie (April 1985 General Conference); “An High Priest of Good Things to Come” by Jeffrey R. Holland (October 1999 General Conference); “None Were With Him” by Jeffrey R. Holland (April 2009 General Conference); “Broken Things to Mend” by Jeffrey R. Holland (April 2006 General Conference)

Sunday, January 26, 2014

This is the day I wore eyeshadow.

I had a roommate and friend in college, Clair, who came up with something called "red lipstick days." The philosophy was this: if you're having a terrible day, whether it's because you feel crummy inside or are just dealing with *life*, you should put on some bright red lipstick. It'll make you look (and feel) cheerier. I have come to adopt that philosophy in my life--I only try hard to look nice when I am having or anticipating a rough day, I guess to compensate. My good friends know that if I'm wearing makeup, for example, I'm either on my period and feel like I look terrible or I have some big professional thing I have to look presentable for. My colleagues are fast learning that I wear my best clothes when it is laundry day and I'm feeling frumpy and all my "normal" clothes need washed or I feel gross and need the grown-up world to be oblivious to the fact.

So today was a sort of a milestone. I wore eyeshadow just because. 

I also cooked for myself. I don't love cooking, and I haven't done much of it these past 5 months because it's just not fun to cook for one. (I buy frozen entrees and ready-made salads or eat out.) I have made a couple batches of various soups...but today I made herbed pork and a lettuce-free salad. Just because. 
Proof that I am growing...I even like mushrooms now!

I gave a talk today in church about the power of our trials to redeem us. I'd like to share it with you. When I get internet I will. :) I love going to church even on the hard days because (a) I really do believe in and love my Savior and relish the chance to worship him, and (b) I love the kids there. One came running up on stage after sacrament meeting to give me a giant hug. Another gave me lots of high fives in primary. And a third told me she loved me. I'm sad I won't get to have children of my own, but I'm grateful to the families in our ward that share their kids with me in some way. It is healing for my heart to be around little people that always have such incredible openness about their love. I learn and get so much from them.

It's been a good day. :)

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

This is my 2014 Theme!

I've had a few goals/things to do jumbling around in my mind as I pondered 2013 and looked forward to 2014. It's been hard to put into words all my feelings and hopes and sadnesses and I've just struggled to put it together into anything coherent.

I like the idea of a yearly theme instead of resolutions--something to remind me to keep focused on all these happenings all around me and to unite everything into one mantra. I have actual resolutions, too--gratitude 365, daily scripture study, listening to a ted talk every day, starting yoga, being a better teacher that isn't just going through the motions to survive (as I sort of had to last semester for personal reasons)...traveling, getting back in touch with the things I love to do, keeping my love for Paul alive...just being more INTENTIONAL in everything, really.

I love scripture study lately. I've really identified with the lessons Nephi's family learned while traveling through the wilderness. I was reading Nephi's "psalm" this morning (2 Nephi 4) and rediscovered that right in the middle of all his psalming, there's a lovely little verse that starts with the exclamation, "Awake, my soul!" That is exactly what I want to do. I feel like the last four months, while certainly filled with tender moments of learning and love and coming unto the Savior, have also been reactionary, like I've been asleep and dreaming and living somewhere between a nightmare and a peaceful dreamworld (it changes daily, if not hourly). I mentioned before that I am struggling with what my purpose here is, and how I can live a happier, fuller, more service-oriented life so that I WANT to be here. It's really hard when your sweetheart is waiting for you on the other side and you have no one here that *needs* you, but I have learned to be patient. :)

Anyway, rambling aside, this is my 2014 theme. "Awake, my soul!" This means to me that I will *intentionally* do things that help me draw closer to God, to other people, and to the beautiful things in this world that we only get one chance to enjoy. Whenever it IS my time to go, I want to leave peacefully, knowing that I exercised my agency instead of reacting to life as it happened to me, prioritized well, served others, learned lots, and focused on being happy and enjoying life no matter what, inside or outside of me, has challenged that happiness. I struggle to believe that "men are that they might have joy," but I want to believe it, and this year I'm going to try harder to create that joy around and within me, to awaken my soul to the hope, love, peace, and happiness that I know this life can offer.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

This is the day I got my ears pierced again...

Caida and I got them pierced together yesterday, actually. :) She was very brave, and afterwards she felt so fancy she kept modeling for her mom all night. :) It was a fun, small, special moment for both of us.



It made me miss Paul, though. There are so many small moments that remind me of him, or of his absence. Caida and Paul had a very special bond--he was her "Monkey Paul" (she couldn't say uncle) since she was 4, and had been in her life for two years before that. He loved her before we ever even dated. :) He gave her a pink guitar the Christmas we started dating and she still has it--this from the child that loses or breaks EVERYTHING. :) He loved her, prayed for her, worried about her, gave her a handful of priesthood blessings, and enjoyed sharing in all the little moments with her. Especially when we realized we couldn't have kids, he really took our nieces and nephews (and his primary kiddos) under his wing all the more. It helped that he was such a child himself. ;) They played, snuggled, and joked around with each other all the time. I wish I'd taken more pictures of them together. It's really sad to think that Caida will grow up and probably not remember her Monkey Paul...but I will try to remind her how lucky we both are to be loved by such a great man. And to help her family as they prepare to get sealed in the temple this year! I know he has had a BIG role in all of it, and I know he will be there with us on that special day.