Sunday, December 31, 2017

New Year- My Ten Realistic Resolutions for 2018

Ive decided to make official resolutions this year, and what better way to be accountable than to share them publicly?  Here they are:

You know that Twilight Zone deja vu feeling where you think "I've done this exact thing before"?Well, I've recently discovered that my life actually is on deja vu mode.  I am just finishing year 4 of a 5 year journal. Each page covers one date for all 5 years, so I can look back on that day and see what I was doing in past years.  Of course, the dates are all on different days of the week each year, cause that's how the years work, so you wouldn't think I'd be doing the SAME thing on the SAME day, except for holidays. But, a lot of the time, I do. It's creepy.  Like how on December 29th last year, I took my kids to the dentist. Then I did it again on December 29th this year.  And this just keeps happening, going to the temple with the same friend on the same day, or celebrating my birthday the exact same way.  It's time to shake it up baby! So. . .

 RESOLUTION #1 STOP COPYING MYSELF.  GET A LIFE AND DO DIFFERENT THINGS ON DIFFERENT DAYS.  MAKE MY JOURNAL PROUD!
I did try a bunch of new things this last year. That was a good journal day.


I turned 40 this year. My pants are feeling tight.  I hate that more than I hate Utahn's aggressive driving. So. . . .

RESOLUTION #2. HAVE PANTS THAT ARE NOT TIGHT THIS TIME NEXT YEAR.  IF I KEEP THIS VAGUE, I CAN DEFINITELY ACHIEVE THIS.
Whatever it takes

So, back to turning 40. I am definitely feeling old, cause, sadly,  I can't really control my body thinking it's a zombie, but I can control, somewhat, my self talk.  And, in addition to falling apart, I'm also getting wrinkles and gray hair. So. . .

RESOLUTION #3  LOVE MY CHANGING HAIR AND FACE.  THINK POSITIVE THOUGHTS LIKE" SPARKLY UNICORN HAIR, CELESTIAL LOCKS, LOVE LINES, CREASES OF JOY, AND MEMORY MARKS" instead of "GRAY HAIR, WRINKLES, or UGLY MIDDLE AGED BAG LADY."
What's not to love about this face? Don't answer that.

For about a year, I made it to the temple every week.  I loved this, but then I became PTA President and it got harder and more spread apart. And then I got out of the habit, so it's become more like 1-2 times per month. So. . .

RESOLUTION #4 GO TO THE TEMPLE WEEKLY.  MAKE AN APPT. AND KEEP IT! 

Just over a year ago, I finally wrote something "for real", the words to a song, "The Armor of God" and my dear friend wrote amazing music.  We are on our way to becoming what I like to call "Mormon famous" which means Mormons all over the world will know and love our song, but not really know who wrote it. You might be thinking, "Oh, they'll know," but I bet you don't know who wrote "I am a Child of God" and, if you do, it's cause you are a music nerd.  So. . .in addition to my goal of becoming Mormon famous. . . 

RESOLUTION #5 WRITE ANOTHER SONG WITH JENNETTE. AND WRITE A SONG BY MYSELF- A DECENT ONE THAT ISN'T ABOUT MY DOG KNOCKING DOWN MY CHRISTMAS TREE,  A SERIOUS SONG, CAUSE MY 4 LINE JELLYFISH SONG IS PRETTY GOOD, BUT I WANT TO HELP PEOPLE FEEL GOD'S LOVE, NOT JUST BE SILLY.

I really like to write, so I'm going to have two about writing.  I haven't quite finished my Otter story, although I've been working on it, so. . . 

RESOLUTION #6 FINISH THE OTTER STORY BY FEBRUARY.  WRITE ANOTHER STORY. SUBMIT AN ARTICLE/STORY TO A MAGAZINE.  
Yes, the door is covered in otter pictures.


Ever since I had to give up exercising, due to my leg problem, I haven't been very thirsty.  This might be part of why my pants have "shrunk". So. . . 

RESOLUTION #7 DRINK MORE WATER. MEASURE IT.  QUIT BEING A NINNY ABOUT HAVING TO PEE A LOT AND JUST DRINK THE WATER!  
I might need to get creative.


If you have been reading my blog for a while, you know I've been dealing with anxiety for about 3 years.  It was a lot better, but it's not so great right now. One of the worst symptoms is that I sometimes suddenly feel like I can't breathe, and then, well, I struggle to take a breathe. I'm not sure if it's the season, the poisonous air in Utah, my inability to exercise much, hormones, chemicals, genetics, or the planets aligning in a way that irritates my chi, so. . .

RESOLUTION #8 BREATHE.  RECOGNIZE THAT MY MIND IS POWERFUL AND THAT BREATHING IS A GOOD IDEA.  PRACTICE CONSCIOUS DEEP BREATHING AND RELAXATION. 




My kids are growing up really fast. My oldest left home in August and is hoping to go on a mission this next year. My next oldest will start his Senior year in 2018.My oldest daughter will start High School. The next two will be in 8th grade and 6th grade.  My baby will turn 8 and get baptized. Time just feels faster and faster the older I get.  I want to set a goal that is just for my children, so. . 

RESOLUTION #9. LISTEN. WHEN MY KIDS WANT ME OR NEED ME/ I WILL CONSISTENTLY GIVE THEM MY FULL ATTENTION AS SOON AS POSSIBLE AND THEN STRIVE TO TRULY LISTEN AND UNDERSTAND. Finish studying "How to talk so your kids will listen and listen so your kids will talk" to help me with this goal.
They are worth it!

I've heard that goals are accomplished by setting small goals that add up to large goals, so.. . 

RESOLUTION #10. MAKE A LIST OF SMALLER, MEASURABLE GOALS, WITH DEADLINES WHERE HELPFUL, THAT ADD UP TO THESE LARGER RESOLUTIONS. CHECK PROGRESS ON THE LAST DAY OF EVERY MONTH.

Well, that's it. Ten realistic resolutions. All I really have to do to achieve them is. . . . 
Try new things
buy new pants
Love my face
Serve the dead
Be creative
Drink
Breathe
Listen
and REPEAT! 

What are your resolutions?  

P.S. I'm relieved to report that I haven't blogged about this before, at least I think I haven't, although there's this strange feeling of deja vu right about now. . . 






Thursday, November 23, 2017

Life Isn't About Waiting for the Storm to Pass. . .

I was lucky enough to get to speak in another ward last Sunday as a companion speaker with the high counselor. The topic was dear to my heart and I'd like to share my talk with my blog following friends.  Happy Thanksgiving. May we all find something to be grateful for today!

Finding Blessings in Trials- How Gratitude Blesses Me As I Face Adversity

I have read the beginning of the Book of Mormon dozens of times.  Many of you are thinking these very words right now “I Nephi, having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father”  But, my memorization skills tend to falter right there.  I finished another cycle of studying the Book of Mormon a few weeks ago, so I started again. As I read this first  verse yet again, what comes next stuck out to me for the first time. It reads,        “and having seen many afflictions, nevertheless, having been highly favored of the Lord in all my days.”

Nephi had to leave his hometown, which was later destroyed, with very little notice.  He had to return two times, once he was required to kill a man, and later to bring back a wife.  He didn’t get to choose whom he would marry.  He was mocked by his brothers as he followed God. He was violently physically abused and nearly killed- by his BROTHERS. His life was full of trials.  And in his own words, in the very first verse we have from him, he also tells us that he was highly favored of the Lord in ALL of his days.  
Nephi knew how to recognize the blessings in his life, not just in the good times, but especially during the trials.  

President Uchtdorf taught us:
It is easy to be grateful for things when life seems to be going our way. But what then of those times when what we wish for seems to be far out of reach?
Could I suggest that we see gratitude as a disposition, a way of life that stands independent of our current situation? In other words, I’m suggesting that instead of being thankful for things, we focus on being thankful in our circumstances—whatever they may be.
Neph knew how to be grateful all the time, whatever the circumstances.  
“My dear brothers and sisters, the choice is ours. We can choose to limit our gratitude, based on the blessings we feel we lack. Or we can choose to be like Nephi, whose grateful heart never faltered. When his brothers tied him up on the ship—which he had built to take them to the promised land—his ankles and wrists were so sore “they had swollen exceedingly,” and a violent storm threatened to swallow him up in the depths of the sea. “Nevertheless,” Nephi said, “I did look unto my God, and I did praise him all the day long; and I did not murmur against the Lord because of mine afflictions.”4- Uchtdorf


When I was 13 years old, my father lost his job. He was unable to find employment for quite some time until he found a job overseas. For the next year, he worked in the harsh wilderness of Siberia for 6 weeks on and 6 weeks off.  It was very hard for our family for him to be gone so much. Eventually, my dad was able to secure employment that allowed us to be with him.  With only a few weeks notice, in the fall of 1992, just one year after the fall of communism, 6 of us moved to Moscow, Russia.  For a while, I thought my life was over.  Instead of starting 9th grade, I got to start homeschool in the large hallway of our 1100 sq.ft apartment. Instead of being 1st chair in the symphonic band, a right I had earned at the end of 8th grade, I played the clarinet alone for my private instructor.  Instead of mutual activities, well, nothing.  Instead of TV, videotapes.  Instead of sunshine, we had snow.  I had to get rid of almost all of my belongings. I was allowed to bring a duffle bag of clothing and one rubbermaid tote of personal belongings.  And I got to keep one apple box full of “treasures.” in storage. And this is why I’m not making the big bucks selling my original My Little Ponies on ebay.  Instead of a large ward in Dallas Texas, we attended a small branch of recent Russian converts- in Russian of course.  For a week or so after moving there, I allowed myself to wallow in pity. I was only 14 and hadn’t experienced very many hardships. This was new territory for me. This pity party culminated in my sister and I crying our eyes out until we started laughing hysterically on our blow up mattresses one night, until we decided- we were stuck there- we might as well make the best of it. So, we did.  And, isn’t it funny how, once you embrace a challenge, it changes you in ways that a stroll down easy street never can?  

Russia changed me.  I would NEVER have chosen it.  I would NEVER have chosen to miss going to High School and all the other things I didn’t get to do.  Once my attitude changed, I would NEVER want to take it away.  We had so many blessed experiences, from assisting with international adoption, to serving in orphanages, being member missionaries, supporting full time missionaries, serving in the branches, moving to Vladivostok and introducing the church in that city of 600,000 people, and learning first hand how very blessed we are to live in America.  I will never take for granted soft toilet paper, peanut butter, baking powder, clean streets, or fully stocked grocery stores.  I also learned how to be happy without them- except soft toilet paper.

But, most importantly, I learned in Russia to look for the blessings in my life.  I didn’t always have a perfect attitude. One day I sat in a youth meeting, conducted in Russian, and I was feeling bored.  I made some comment to that effect to the missionary sitting next to me.  He asked to borrow my scriptures.  I handed them over and he wrote in them.  At first I was angry at him, but I soon came to feel deep gratitude. On the blank page at the beginning of my Book of Mormon, he had written, “Your attitude determines your altitude.”  Once I got over the shame of the reprimand, I was grateful for the message.  I can choose my attitude, whatever my circumstances.  I can look for the good.  I can look for the blessings and truly experience a grateful heart.


As I have been studying the scriptures these last few months, I have noticed a pattern of miracles accompanying ongoing afflictions.  Like Nephi, the Brother of Jared was righteous and favored of God. We are all familiar with his story of his language being preserved at the tower of Babel, traveling in the wilderness and being directed to build barges to travel to the promised land.  After building the barges, he realized they would not only suffocate with no air, but would suffer greatly with no light, and he took the matter to God in prayer. He was given an answer to cut holes in the top and bottom that could be stopped to prevent the water from coming in, but could also be opened to allow air. But, for the light, God said to the brother of Jared “What will ye that I should do that ye may have light in your vessels?” The Brother of Jared is a pure example of true faith - he worked hard, went into the mountain and did molten 16 clear stones, and then came to the  Lord in prayer again and asked Him to touch them with his finger and give them light.  And his faith was so strong that he saw the finger of the Lord as he touched the stones and was told “ never before has man come before me with such exceeding faith as thou hast”. His faith was so strong that the veil was fully parted and he saw Jesus Christ.
I think we can all agree this is one of the coolest miracles recorded in the Book of Mormon and that the Brother of Jared was a very righteous person.  But, even after this miracle, Jared and his people loaded into 8 barges which would become their claustrophobic homes for almost a year as they traveled to their new home. Yes, they had air and they had light, but could the children run and play?  Did they have soft beds?  Books to read? Toys to play with?  A nice variety of hot meals?  Soap? Privacy? What was it like when the barges flipped over? The journey must have been very very difficult.  God allowed these people not only to have guidance to make the trip possible, but a beautiful miracle of light to make it tolerable.  He also allowed them to experience the afflictions of such a difficult journey. He could have put them to sleep and flown them to America in an airplane.  Why didn’t he?  Why did he allow them to still suffer?  I think the answer is the same answer for all of us.  God gives us tender mercies, and he even gives us miracles. He also allows us to have trials and afflictions to give us the chance to grow and to learn how to be happy and grateful in all circumstances.  

Heavenly Father has blessed me with opportunities to find the blessings in trials and to focus on gratitude during afflictions.  And I have learned, just as happened to Nephi and the Brother of Jared, and many others, it is often while we walk through the refining fire that life’s most beautiful miracles are given to us.  

5 years ago in September of 2012, I had the privilege of undergoing major jaw surgery.  The procedure, called a lefort osteotomy, included detaching my teeth by completely cutting through my upper jaw bone, reshaping it, and putting it all back together with 5 plates and 25 screws.  I got to keep those in my face as a lifelong souvenir.   My mouth was banded shut between 8 and 24 hours a day for a year. Before the surgery, I had been in some level of constant pain for over 2 years. Thankfully, once healed from that surgery, my mouth no longer hurt. Actually, for a few months I couldn’t feel my top teeth at all due to the nerves being cut during surgery! I learned a lot about patience and long suffering during that time. Just two months after that surgery, I elected to have another surgery for an unrelated condition.  I had met my max out of pocket for the year, so it made sense.  When they wheeled me back for surgery, I had to remove the bands keeping my jaw shut, and reminded them to be careful of my healing jaw when they intubated me.  Shortly after the surgery, Brother Gary Thomas asked to meet with me to extend a new calling to me. I hobbled to his house three doors down from mine, and accepted the new calling and eventually I was set apart at church when I was able to attend again. The recovery from my first surgery was so difficult that my surgeon had advised me to to research the surgery beforehand, but it was necessary and successful. But, the recovery from this second surgery had also been very rough, and in the end, the surgery had not only failed, but left me with new and worsened symptoms that were debilitating. Because of this, I was in a great deal of pain and struggling to function normally and care for my 6 young children.  I came into the room to be set apart by Brother Thomas.  Before he began, I said to him. “Brother Thomas, I am not doing well.  I need you to give me a powerful blessing so that I will be able to fulfill this calling.”  These words were an understatement of what I was really feeling.  I needed a miracle.  He took my request in stride and proceeded to give me a beautiful blessing, in which he promised me that the symptoms I was having would gradually improve. I hadn’t given him any details about what was going on, but Heavenly Father knew what was going on, and gave him the words and the power to give me the blessing I needed.  Over the next three months, bit by bit, those new symptoms did improve and resolve, but I was not magically healed from the original condition.  I still have that and I likely will always have it.   There are two ways I could have viewed this situation- I could express sadness, anger, and distress. I could question why God hadn’t healed me completely. These would be understandable reactions, and I did feel upset that the surgery had failed.  But, instead of seeing my life through the window of sorrow, I chose to see the trial through the lens of the miracle. God did heal me from the new symptoms- exactly as much healing as I needed to be able to fulfill my mission.  He was aware of me, my pain, and my suffering. He couldn’t take it all away. For some reason, it wouldn’t be best for me. But, I have noticed, that in every trial, there are blessings. Some are very easy to see, like physical healing or stones glowing and lighting a barge, or a ball of curious workmanship with messages and directions.  Some are more subtle, like burdens becoming lighter or strength to withstand chronic pain.  But, we must always look for them.  
When we are grateful to God in our circumstances, we can experience gentle peace in the midst of tribulation. In grief, we can still lift up our hearts in praise. In pain, we can glory in Christ’s Atonement. In the cold of bitter sorrow, we can experience the closeness and warmth of heaven’s embrace.- Dieter F. Uchtdorf

The older I get, the more chances in life I have to practice feeling gratitude no matter what.  I have been blessed with the trial of health problems and chronic pain for the last 7 ½ years.  Would I take away that pain if I could?  Probably.  Would I take away how it has changed me?  Never.  So, I guess I wouldn’t really choose to take the pain away either- because the refinement is worth the suffering. Although, sometimes I think, “I’ve learned it. I’m ready to stop hurting now.”    
President Uchtdorf taught us to keep an eternal perspective:
In any circumstance, our sense of gratitude is nourished by the many and sacred truths we do know: that our Father has given His children the great plan of happiness; that through the Atonement of His Son, Jesus Christ, we can live forever with our loved ones; that in the end, we will have glorious, perfect, and immortal bodies, unburdened by sickness or disability; and that our tears of sadness and loss will be replaced with an abundance of happiness and joy, “good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over.”10-  Uchtdorf

I know these things to be true and bear my testimony that when we are choose to feel gratitude, especially during trials, we will be filled with happiness and joy, no matter our circumstances, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Christmas Present I Happily Waited 11 Months to Receive



Last year my brother David had my name for the sibling gift exchange.  He didn't give me anything. . . just kidding. Well, sort of.  He gave me a promise that he would build me a window seat in my bay window in my kitchen. All I had to do was pay for the materials and do the finishing work of sanding and painting.  But, he was busy and wouldn't be able to do it until the Summer time.  I was okay with that.  The long awaited day came, late in July, and David was going to come the next day. 

And then his wife went into labor.

Fast forward 3 months or so. He was able to come and with the help of his wife and me, but mostly him, the bay window area was transformed. A week and a half later, it's ready to use. Here is the story of my window seat's creation, in photos.

Once I had a perfectly fine bay window.  It usually housed one or two chairs next to the table.  
But it wanted to be so much more.

David was careful to secure the 2X4's through the grout so he wouldn't break the tile.  He also had to reroute the heat vent.

My brother is awesome and he has some sweet power tools.
He worked really hard and pretty fast and had this done in just a few hours. 

All done with the construction. To get to this point cost about $105. That included buying a new vent cover and a big box of screws.


It has storage inside! I decided to go with white and had a 5 gallon bucket of paint made up to match the white that is already in my house which I haven't touched up in the 10 years we have lived here, cause I didn't have the paint. 


I bought a foam camp pad for $20 and cut it to the exact size. Then I topped it with one inch of up-cycled memory foam. This involved making a paper template, which was a huge pain in the back, and lots of cutting.  I also sewed a cover for it. It took me 6 hours to make the template, cut the foam, and sew the cover.  I used some purple cotton fabric I inherited from my grandmother's stash. My back was really sore from bending over for so long.

My mom let me raid HER fabric stash for the outer cover and I found some beautiful corduroy.  I washed it in case of shrinking because I expect that I might need to wash it again.


I then very carefully cut out the pieces for the outer cover.  It took me 2 hours!  I had to line it up perfectly with the fabric and this was tricky. But, I did a pretty good job. My mom did ALL of the sewing for this outer cover, including putting in two zippers that meet in the middle of the back.  It looks so good!


My mom's machine is really old and solid metal and very beautiful. They just don't make stuff like it anymore.  
This part was fun!



We didn't realize how big it was until it was on my mom's couch.


A well earned break.


And, finally, after caulking, painting, cutting, sewing, and even shortening the curtains, it is finished!


I also borrowed my brother's sander and refinished the table.  I couldn't stand how gross it looked next to the nice new window seat.


I think this is going to be a well loved spot.


Thank you David and Laura and Mom for the gift of your time, your materials, and your machines and this beautiful window seat! 
I LOVE IT!

Sunday, August 6, 2017

My Lips are on Fire and I'm So Happy!

Lately, I've been thinking about a meal my mom used to make when I was a kid. It was so delicious and I could EXACTLY imagine the taste of that tantalizing food warming my mouth and awakening my taste buds.  It was so good! My mom is a great cook and I loved a lot of things she made, but this Chicken Jambalaya dish was one of my favorites and I couldn't stop thinking about it. So, yesterday my mom pulled out her 50 year old cookbook where she has handwritten recipes and clippings from newspapers and magazines, and she hand copied this recipe for me. This recipe was given to her by her mother who got it from a chef in . . .  It's very simple and isn't really the most attractive when plated, but I don't care.  If a person could eat a memory, this would be it. My brain and mouth started to salivate as I anticipated what was going to be going in my mouth for dinner sometime soon.  I wouldn't have to wait long, cause I'm the grown up, and I decide what is for dinner.

So, tonight became the night for a stroll down memory lane.

I already had almost everything I needed, except fresh parsley and tomato paste, two items I don't usually purchase.  A quick trip to the store yielded the tomato paste, but no luck on the parsley, so I decided to go with dried.  With help from my daughter, we made this recipe for dinner tonight.  It was so easy, which was a blessing because I also had to make macaroni and cheese for the picky people- which is everyone except me and Amy.

And. . . .

it came out PERFECT!  It tasted exactly like I remember.  Happy happy happy dance.

I left out the cayenne because Amy doesn't like spicy. Instead I just sprinkled some into my serving.  And then, of course, I needed a small second serving and I sprinkled a little more cayenne on that, and took a quick bite before stirring it in.

That was stupid, and now, 20 minutes later, the searing fire of face melting death shockwaves has stopped and my lips feel much better. But, it was SO worth it!

For a few minutes I was back in Garland Texas sitting at our banjo table on a 5 gallon pickle bucket, surrounded by my brothers and sisters and my parents, happy, satisfied, and full of more than just good food.  My childhood, while imperfect, still cocooned me sweetly and safely while I grew into a woman and then a mother.  A large part of those happy memories are centered around good food and time together.  I hope my kiddos will have similar memories and want to recreate some of them for their kids, passing down knowledge and love through the generations - keeping both the memories and the people alive.
Here's the recipe:

CHICKEN JAMBALAYA*
serves 8

one 3 pound chicken -cook and bone

Saute the following ingredients until veggies are 1/2 done:

1/2 cup oil ( I used olive oil)
1 tsp. tomato paste
2 c. chopped onion
1 c. chopped celery
3 cloves garlic, minced

Add the following and simmer until the veggies are the consistency you like:

1/4 cup chopped green onion
1/4 cup chopped parsley ( I used 1 Tbsp. dried)
1 cup chicken broth or water
2 cups chicken
2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1/3-1/2 tsp. cayenne pepper

Serve over rice.

I used a Costco rotisserie chicken. After my family ate the breast meat, I threw the rest in the pressure cooker, covered in water, for 2 hours on high pressure.  This gave me plenty of meat and broth to spare.

*This recipe is from my grandmother Mary who got it from a chef at a Cajun restaurant in Houston Texas in the early 1970's.  She gave it to my mother who gave it to me.
























Saturday, July 15, 2017

Zucchini and Tithing. . . What?

Have you ever found yourself wishing for help from above and wondering what you could do to get that?  We humans have a tendency to look beyond the mark for answers- to overlook the help offered by our Savior Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father. Instead, we seek out the advice of man in self help books and late night internet searches. Don't get me wrong! Some advice from people is really wonderful.  But, ALL of the advice from God is good.
Some humans are trustworthy and keep most or even all of them promises. God is ALWAYS trustworthy and keeps ALL of his promises ALL of the time.  Some people will give you a great deal on a car or a house or a boat.  It's a sweet feeling when you get a bargain and acquire something you've been wanting for a long time.  Heavenly Father offers the sweetest deals of all.  They are ALWAYS stacked heavily in OUR favor.  

One of these deals is tithing.  

Tithing.

Yes, tithing.

Tithing is paying a tithe, or a tenth, or your income back to God.



 As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I give my tithing to my bishop. I don't even consider it to be mine.  If I make $1,000, I write a check for $100 to my ward and it is sent to the Church and then used for so many neat things.  There's way too much to explain about that for this blog, but building temples is one way tithing is used.   
Okay, so what does this have to do with zucchini? And what does it have to do with the first question I asked- about needing help and how to get it?  Well, the Bible can answer that question.
Malachi 3:10
"Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there maybe meat in mine house, and prove me herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it."

That is a serious promise.  Give 10% back to God and there shall not be room enough to receive the blessings.  It's like zucchini.  A good healthy zucchini plant produces more than even my family of 8 can handle eating. It's seriously impressive, like it just turns water into a big fat zucchini overnight.  People end up leaving them in boxes on their porches with "free" signs or even doorbell ditching their neighbors with their excess blessing of this prolific vegetable.  
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And that is how tithing works.  It doesn't make sense.  You offer up 10% of your hard earned money and the blessings come flowing in.  "Prove me herewith".  He made us a promise, but it's up to us to prove to OURSELVES that God means it.  How cool is that? Seriously, is there a self help book out there that asks for less and offers more and then actually delivers
I don't think so.
You must be thinking, "There's a catch. I know it." and you are right. 

Here's the catch- We don't get to choose the blessings.  
 But, we do get to "pick" them, in the zucchini sense, if we make the choice to receive the blessings that will come so abundantly that we will be filled to overflowing.

This would be a great place to end this blog, but there's still an elephant sized zucchini in the virtual room here. . .
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What about people, like me, who have always paid their tithing without fail? What about when I am in need of help and I'm already crossing the t's of tithing and dotting the i's of obedience?  Where do I turn?

The same place.  When you pay your tithing you have the right to "prove" God " herewith". You have the right to go to him in prayer and ask him for those blessings.  And he will send you the ones that you need.  
Your job is then to recognize that cornucopia of overflowing blessings when it comes.  I once prayed and asked for money.  It was short, direct, and out loud, "Dear Heavenly Father, I'm really stressed out about money right now. Could you please send us some extra money?"  I then thought, " Hmm, the answer will probably be no, but I'd sure like it if just once I got a mysterious check in the mail from someone."  Wouldn't that be amazing?  But that's not what happened, not that time anyway.  Instead, in a very short period of time I was given the opportunity to earn some money by teaching piano lessons and working at a preschool where my daughter could also attend for free.  I recognized the answer, took both opportunities, and have been blessed both financially and with rich life experiences because of it, including developing a close relationship with my nieces and nephews whom I teach.
And sometimes those miraculous financial blessings are dropped in your lap- through others who follow the spirit, like a blessing we received a few years ago.  Christmas time is hard on self employed people because a lot of other people don't like to pay their bills in December.  We weren't in desperate straights, but Christmas was looming and stressful and my little girl had just received new glasses for the first time, but she hated them. They hurt her face, but they were the only pair that she could choose that fit her and was covered by insurance.  I wanted to buy her a new pair for a great price online, but I wasn't sure if they were small enough or comfortable without trying them on.  And then, randomly, an angel member of our church congregation gave me a check for $400.  The prompting that she followed was a Christmas miracle for us.  Not only were we able to buy presents without worrying, but I was also able to take my sweet Emmeline to the optometrist and let her pick out a new pair of glasses that she liked and fit her well.  My heart overflowed as I received these blessings.
The blessings are not always financial, but they are always what I need.  A friend.  A hug.  An opportunity.  An insight.  Peace.  Even zucchini.  Sometimes it just depends on how you look at it.  Zucchini actually makes me gag when cooked alone, but when I put in in muffins. . .  (cue heavenly music here)  . . . well, it's magic.  magic zucchini bread or muffins or zucchini pancakes

Pay tithing- get zucchini, or whatever overflowing blessings that God has in store for you- so wonderful, so abundant, that you will not have room to receive it all. You just might have to share.


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

The Armor of God

Sometimes dreams become reality. That happened for me when Jennette Booth offered to write a song for Stake Conference last January.  I told her I thought I could come up with some words. Writing seriously is a dream of mine. Luckily, praying and reading scriptures really does work to be guided by the Holy Ghost, and I was given the words to express what is dear to my heart and dear to the hearts of many parents. We want to protect our children as they head out into the world each day. As I studied and pondered the message that these kids need, I knew that what they need is the power of prayer, scripture study, and following the commandments of God.  Every day.  Every day.  Every day.  Jennette  recently put together a beautiful video of her talented children singing our song, featuring her own artwork.  I cannot watch/listen without crying.  Please take 3 minutes and enjoy the simple message about the Armor of God.


Click this link to be taken to the YouTube video.
The Armor of God


And if you like it, please share.

Sheet music can be purchased at :
Armor of God Sheet Music


Visit Jennette's facebook page:
SoundBooth


and check out her FREE arrangements!
free music by SoundBooth



p.s. I'm not sharing this to make money, cause I'm not making money off of it.  I'm sharing it because I think you will LOVE this song.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

My Daddy

This year for father's day I'm giving my dad the best gift I can think of.  . . . . a BLOG POST about him!

There are so many things I could write, and they swirl around in my head, nice things, cheesy things, heartfelt things, funny things. . . . I think I will choose a few personal stories to share that demonstrate the awesomeness of my father. These stories will be about ME and HIM. He has a decent number of children, and they can share their own stories if they want to. Hint hint.

1. Saving a Life

Just yesterday we attended a birthday party for my sister's little boy who is turning 3 today. My dad was there and sat under a canopy with my children, enjoying the BBQ and visiting.  My kids love talking to grandpa and hearing the stories of his life.  He mentioned learning in the military that in an emergency situation, a leader will act without wasting time waffling about the decision.  That's what you have to do. My dad always strives to act without pause when there is need, whether it is helping to put the chairs away after a party at church, rescuing his daughter( me) and her family after being in a car accident, or even saving a life.  13 years ago my father saved my oldest child's life.  Reuben was 5 years old and we were living with my parents.  While playing one day, Reuben came up to me, grabbing his throat with one hand and holding up a plastic toy with the other.  My heart fell as I realized he had a plastic disc lodged in his throat.  With shaking hands I quickly called 911 and started to give them directions to come and help.  And my father acted.  He reached around Reuben's small frame and performed an abdominal thrust. Out flew the plastic disc and my son could breath again!

3. Jaw Surgery

I can always count on my dad to help me. He serves his children without thought for his own comfort.  He would never take the last serving of your favorite flavor of ice cream if he thought you wanted it. That's just the kids of guy he is.  He's always willing to give a ride, babysit kids, or even give up his sleep to help someone out.  When I had jaw surgery several years ago, my dad stayed at the hospital overnight with me, sleeping in a chair, watching me to make sure I was breathing. Actually, I don't think he got much sleep. He then continued to watch over me at his house for the next 3 weeks, taking me on walks around the block, giving me multiple blessings, talking to me, and tolerating my post-surgery disgustingness. Trust me- it was gross.

2. Russia

My dad made me live in Russia when I was a teenager, and it was the hardest and the best thing he ever did for me.  While we were there, he constantly taught me to think of others.  He served tirelessly.  He shared his testimony with me over and over again.  He helped me to see things with spiritual eyes and to develop my own testimony.  And then, he loved me enough to let me go- to leave early for college.   That was his fault too- for teaching me to love BYU with true blue passion from the time I was in diapers. There never was another school for me and there could never be another dad for me.  I can always count on him to be there for me.

I love you Daddy!

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Gerbil and the Hamster

Once upon a time in a land far far away from the arid desert we call Utah, there was a girl with a bad idea.  She didn't know she had a bad idea.  She was lulled into complacency by her predictable life.  Humid, hot day after humid, hot day she followed the same routine- get up, get dressed, eat a bowl of cereal with a big scoop of sugar added, go to school, snarf down lunch, come home, do homework, practice piano, watch TV, play, eat dinner, go to bed. . . repeat.  The monotony was broken up by weekly Girl Scout meetings, lessons, church, and small brothers committing vile acts upon their older and sweeter sister. The girl was bored.  She didn't have miniature computers to distract her from exploring the world, so she did- to free herself from the boredom.

She explored her world, all without leaving her property.

She twirled under the blossoms of the peach tree in her backyard.

She hid in the small but tall grove of bamboo in the corner, nestled on an average sized plot in reality, but transported to an Asian jungle in her mind.

She turned on the sprinkler and invited the fairies to dance with her and she hopped and fluttered in "Water World".

She played records and sang her heart out.

She ground up grass and flowers and painted on the sidewalk.

She hung upside down on the high up jungle gym, watching cars mosey through the alley behind her house.

She arranged blankets into mountains, boxes into furniture, and mud into pies.

She read book after book after blessed, wonderful, fascinating book.

When she felt quiet, she put her heart into words on a paper.

But, one day, one fateful day, that girl, that young girl, had that bad idea.

She had  2 gerbils.  And her sister had a hamster.  They looked just as bored to the girl as she felt inside.  Her mother agreed with her.  Her sister agreed with her. Sometimes female relatives ALL have the SAME bad idea.

They all had a healthy appreciation for science and experimentation.

So
They
plopped
the
hamster
into
the
gerbils'
cage.

The girl did not have the wondrous and magical thing you know as the INTERNET. If she had, perhaps she would have looked up her idea first and read something like this:

Socialization Needs

Gerbils are social animals, known for living in pairs and even large colonies. Without the proper stimulation, gerbils housed alone are prone to depression and more susceptible to other health problems. Hamsters, on the other hand, are primarily solitary animals that prefer to live alone. Known for their territorial nature, when confronted by other animals, hamsters will attack. Because of these drastically different social needs, gerbils and hamsters should never be placed in the same cage together.

But, alas, if she had done that, this story would sit in the library of stories that never were, and you, dear reader, would be doing something else entirely right now. Instead, she really and truly did place the hamster into the cage with the gerbils.  Silly, silly girl. 

The image of what commenced next would never be erased from her mind. The previously sluggish hamster and the frisky gerbils reacted as if the very floor of the cage had turned to hot lava!

POP! HOP! POP! HOP! HOP!

Flying furballs bounced off the ceiling of the cage! Fur flew and little fangs were bared and snapping! 
Bounce! Snap! Bite! Squeal!  

To her credit, the girl VERY quickly understood what YOU could have learned from a boring internet search. Risking at least one limb, she reached into the cage and grabbed the now feral-ish hamster, previously deceptive with its cute little face and furry teddy bear-like appearance, and plopped it back into its own cage, forever doomed to live out its life in solitude.  

The moral of the story:  Well, I think it should be pretty obvious, but maybe it isn't, especially to those who grew up with screens in their faces and not very much mud under their nails.  The moral is- Don't put the hamster in the gerbil cage.  What? Did you think I was going to say something profound?  Sorry. This is just a story about a girl who had a bad idea.  

THE END 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

I Thought I was Normal. . . .



When I was a little kid, I operated under the false assumption that I was fairly normal. Boy was I wrong! The older I've gotten, the more I've come to realize how very not normal I am.

Below are 10 tidbits about me that are just NOT NORMAL.

1. The sun makes me sneeze. Until recently, like about 4 minutes ago, I thought that when I felt the urge to sneeze, looking up at the sun would "help" get it out. What I didn't get was that it was the sun that made me need to sneeze in the first place! I thought that worked for everyone, but apparently, I'm in the minority. It's a syndrome. Most people don't sneeze from looking at the sun.

"ACHOO syndrome, or Autosomal Dominant Compelling Helio-Ophthalmic Outburst. Autosomal dominant stands for the way the 'sneeze gene' is inherited; an individual has a 50-50 chance of passing this trait on to a child. "Compelling" because it was well, interesting, or at the very least, quirky. "Helio" meant sun, "ophthalmic" meant eye, and "outburst" the end result.

Although this reaction might seem unusual, it's not that uncommon. By one estimate,18% to 35% of people get a tickling sensation in their nose when their eyes meet intense sunlight. Some folks may also get this weird response to bright artificial light, such as the eye doctor's or dentist's light or a photographer's flash."


http://bodyodd.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/06/05/12052942-does-the-sun-make-you-sneeze-its-not-just-you?lite

2. One day in 8th grade I was sitting innocently at my desk, stretching my fingers, and the boy next to me yelled ( he literally yelled at me) "Stop it! That's so gross! I can't stand seeing that anymore!" I was so shocked. I didn't even understand what he was upset about, until I noticed he was pointing at my hand. That was when I found out that bending my fingers backwards is not normal.


There's a test for people like me- hypermobile people. I score the highest possible score and really, I should score even higher. I'm bendier than the test even tests for. I can touch my pinky to the back of my wrist. Here is the test:

The Beighton Score

Score one point for each yes answer, up to a total of 9 (one for each task or right/left side). A score of at least 4 is required for a preliminary diagnosis of hypermobility. See a medical professional for additional tests to confirm the diagnosis and rule out other conditions.

1. Can you bend your pinky fingers backwards beyond 90 degrees?

2. Do your elbows hyperextend when you straighten your arms?

3. Do your knees hyperextend when you straighten your legs?

4. Can you bend your thumbs down to touch your forearms?

5. Can you place your palms on the ground when bending over with your legs straight?


About 20% of people are hypermobile.


3. I don't look like most people. I grew up with 2 parents and 4 of 5 siblings who looked a lot like me. I thought my coloring was fairly common, but I was wrong. I have pale skin, blue eyes, and dark hair.


Blue Eyes

Blue eyes are genetically recessive, and therefore much less common worldwide. Blue eyes are formed by the absence of pigments in the eye, where the blue color is formed by the scattering of light as it's reflected off the iris. While blue eyes are less common than brown eyes, they are frequently found from nationalities located near the Baltic sea in northern Europe. It's estimated that approximately 8% of the world's population has blue eyes.https://www.aclens.com/Content/Display/323


Blue eyes are just not very common.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/18/world/americas/18iht-web.1018eyes.3199975.html


I can't find an actual statistic on brown hair and blue eyes, but I've learned from experience that it isn't the norm. I just thought it was because so many people in my family have blue eyes and brown hair. We're different. . . together.

4. I knew I was special in the next way, and I'm glad glad glad to be. . .LEFT HANDED! After all, only lefties are in our right minds! I seriously adore left handed jokes. Roughly 10-11% of the population would agree with me, which makes us all pretty special. This percentage of handedness was true way back when people were carving tools with stones and sticks and it's stayed pretty steady for thousands of years. I did consider marrying a left handed man, but never actually dated one, so that didn't work out. Still, I'm pleased to announce that 2.5 of my 6 children are left handed.


5. I'm really good at taking tests. Don't hate me. Just remember I'm not normal. I've always found multiple choice tests to be very easy. I was IQ tested as a child ( a REAL IQ test) and let's just say.. . . Mensa.

"The scores above 115 are generally considered as “high IQ,” and those above 130 to 132 (depending on the test taken) are usually considered highly gifted and are in the top 2 percent of the population. This level also qualifies you for membership in American Mensa."


Interpret your supervised test score - American Mensa, Ltd.


https://www.us.mensa.org/testevaluation/

6. I don't have any scientific evidence for this one. I'm only going off of what people say on
facebook, but, it seems to be true I am in the minority for LIKING having my
kids home for the summer.

7. I can play two recorders through my nose in harmony. Okay, in all fairness, just about
anyone could do this, but how many people DO this? I think it's safe to say this puts me
in a VERY small minority of people who are NOT NORMAL.

8. I have 6 children.
The average American household in 2016 consisted of 2.53 people. As shown in the statistic above, the number of people per household decreased over the past decades. The U.S. Census Bureau defines a household as follows: “a household includes all the persons who occupy a housing unit as their usual place of residence."

• Average size of households in the U.S. 1960-2016 | Statistic

https://www.statista.com/statistics/183648/average-size-of-households-in-the-us/
A lot of people judge me harshly for deviating from the norm in this way, but I would like
to point out that in my 2,700 sq. ft house, 8 people reside. 8 people share 2 cars.
8 people share the appliances. 8 people are heated and cooled at the same time.
8 people eat mostly homecooked food. 8 people watch 1 television.
8 people live here with a smaller carbon footprint than most people in most homes
in America.
I'm glad to be "not normal" in this way.

9. I like talking in church. I think that's why I never get asked. I've only had 2
opportunities since moving into my ward 10 years ago. I go to church every week, and
I listen to 3 or 4 people give talks, and somewhere between 50- 75% of
those people make comments about not wanting to speak, not liking to speak, and being
sorry for getting tricked into answering the phone or starting a conversation with
a member of the bishopric. So, I guess enjoying talking in church isn't, well, normal.

10. Last but not least, I have had my teeth cut off and reattached. That is just not normal
at all. I am not being dramatic. The only thing keeping my teeth from completely exiting
my mouth was my soft palate. The surgery was called lefort osteotomy.





This is kind of what it looks like inside of my face, although I have some screws all
the way up by my eyes. It was rather unpleasant. You can read all about my experience
here on my blog.

http://beckyandjudd.blogspot.com/search?q=paper+chain
So, there you have it. 10 ways I'm not normal. I could come up with more,
but, enough about me. How are you not normal?


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