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Monday, March 16, 2009

RANDOM SACRAMENT MEETING TIDBITS, MARCH 15TH 2009

1. I don't know who said this. "A bishop has a special blessing to be able to have the attendance of the Holy Ghost to help him to know what to say to his ward members to help them." As a wife and mother I think I should have also be able to have the attendance of the Holy Ghost--according to my worthiness--to be able to call down those same powers of Heaven to help me with my husband, children and grandchildren. (And with my rebellious self.)

2. Again, I'm not sure who said this as we had several youth speakers and it was one of them. "There is a way out of every problem, you just have to ask for help."

3. This was from Susan Gong's talk: When she was in college and dating she said she was good at "snarking." She was a "snarkaholic." (To be snarky you are very clever and say mean things about another person, often making others laugh.)

She said she got called on her snarking ability by a girl she was double dating with. She was grateful the girl had that courage to confront her about it. Susan changed right then and there and she urged us to be kind. She urged us to take the admonition of Jesus, "Love one another, as I have loved you." Jesus stated this at least five times-- in different ways--in the book of John. It is an important commandment.

She told the story of a woman whose husband has Alzheimer's and has had it for 17 years. She is his caregiver. She says he only knows two words. One is "no" and the other is "go." They live in St. George and she has meetings in Salt Lake City--maybe once a month, I didn't get that part, maybe it's once a week. Instead of leaving him with someone else she puts him in the car and drives to Salt Lake, takes him to a care facility for two hours, goes to her meeting and then drives him home. That is a long distance, I'm guessing six hours in the car each way. She does this because he likes to "go" and he is more comfortable with her than anyone else, even though he doesn't really know she is his wife.

They used to ballroom dance together. Sometimes she asks him, "Honey, would you like to dance?" He pats her cheeks with both his hands and stands up. He cannot dance but they can sway together and so they do. This is kindness and love personified.

Susan is one of the kindest people I know. I want to be more like her. It doesn't matter to her what your level of intelligence or status is, she treats you as if you were the most valuable person on the planet. She is the Young Women's President and I know she loves each and every one of those girls and will always do the best for them.

So, kindness was on my mind yesterday and I began thinking that we usually think of being kind to others but we need to be kind to ourselves too. One way to be kind to ourselves is to stop procrastinating. Procrastination is one of the Devil's tools to make us discouraged and down on ourselves. We need to do it and do it when the time is right, whether it's the dishes or repentance. A woman I know said this simple thing, when asked why she keeps such a tidy house: "I never regret doing it but will regret not doing it."

Simple. I need to pick up--clean up--put things away--and repent. Every day I need to repent and send prayers asking for help to do it. And I need to be grateful. Gratitude is a blessing that brings blessings.

I am grateful for Sacrament Meeting, it fills me with happiness and peace which helps me get through the week. Sunday School and Relief Society were wonderful too and then I had Trent and Michelle and kids for dinner. I love them so. It was a nice day for me.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

DAY ONE: A JOURNAL OF MY THOUGHTS

This morning--the first day after Day Light Savings Time went back to the winter schedule--I was up earlier than usual and Phil was still home. Usually he has gone to the BYU ward where he serves as ward clerk. I was happy to see him. He has such goodness. He is changing his life, teensy little bits at a time--so small you can't tell--but I see him as a different person than the one I married. He is deeper, more committed to doing what he feels is right, nicer--not that he was ever mean--, and loves me more than I think he did in the beginning.

Loving me more is a puzzle because I'm certainly not the girl he married. I've changed too, and not always for the good. What I wouldn't do to be the weight I was when I was married and yet I must not want it enough. At least not yet. I see wrinkles coming. I'm not as joyful. Why is that, I wonder? I know more, have more faith, understand God and the Savior better--which, I admit, is tiny knowledge but I'm working on it--and so I should be more joyful. I think one of the reasons I'm not is that I'm not surrounded by children. I loved having my children at home. I miss them every day.

So, Phil was still here when I got up and I asked him to give me a priesthood blessing. It was a wonderful blessing and now I need to exercise my faith. I know faith is the key to so many things, perhaps to all good things.

I am contemplating faith. I think I will start a study on faith. One sentence in the
First Presidency Message, in the Ensign, by President Uchtdorf said: "Faith is such a principle of power. We need this source of power in our lives. God works by power, but this power is usually exercised in response to our faith. 'Faith without works is dead' (James 2:20). God works according to the faith of His children." This is the beginning of my study of faith. This paragraph had power for me. I've read it ten times or more in three days and have read his entire article twice. I will read it again and again. There is depth and truth in this article.

I am grateful that I have the knowledge I have, to live where I do, to have been born to the parents that I was and to have been raised by the parents that I was--one different than the birth one.

I am working to understand my birth dad, working through it in a Young Adult novel. Maybe what I'm working on understanding myself. It's painful because I have not even one tiny glimmer of a memory of him and do have lots of pain and resentment, which I hope to work through in this novel. I believe in the power of writing, whether with a computer or by hand.


So, today, this Sunday, the most special day of the week, I am starting this blog, just for myself, with no other purpose than to listen to my own thoughts and hopefully to understand myself a little better. Perhaps by listening to myself I will be able to have more peace and become a better person, too.