Thursday, February 28, 2013

To Be Inspired



 As a mother of 4 children, 3 of them boys, I am often trying to find ways to fill up their hearts, minds and souls with positive words, music and images.  It is very hard in today’s world to try to beat out the loud and exciting images that clamor for one’s attention.  I worry constantly about how the adversary works to subvert the foundation of the family and more so, to bring young men and young women farther and farther away from their standards of truth and honesty.  It must be so hard to be a young and impressionable child of God in today’s society. 

As such, I thought that instead of simply having conversations with my children daily – during our errands in the car, at the dinner table, in the office, and having family home evening lessons about the power of choosing the right, I would subtly influence them with positive words and images.  They’ll never know what hit ‘em until they need it!

For my sons, I found this quote from President Gordon B. Hinckley.  I am putting a little artistic and graphic spin on it and then I will send it to the printer to print in a large 11x14 poster.  Then I will frame it and put it in their bathroom.  We have a unique set up in our house.  All the boys live upstairs.  My sons are 15, almost 14 and 10.  They are all in one room and they share a bathroom, a kitchen and a dressing room.  Some other time I’ll talk about getting them to clean it – but for now, this is how I decided to help them learn to live with each other and collaborate more.  They will see this in the bathroom as they take care of their needs and/or get ready each day.  As a matter of fact, I will have a second one printed to go in the downstairs bathroom for them, as well.  



This next quote is going to be sent to the printer as well and will be printed much larger.  I’m still not sure of the size, but it will go on the wall that greets them as they walk down the stairs each morning.  They will be able to see it for the first 10 steps of their decent.  I am hoping it will subtly plant inside of their hearts and minds they way that they should be in their actions and in their lives.



Finally, this is a quote I found for my daughter.  She is 28 months old.  I know all to0 well how the world challenges and objectifies our young women.  I never want my daughter to question her divine inheritance and her good worth.  This will go in her room.  While she cannot read it yet, she soon will and I hope it will fill her up and she will know that she came from goodly parents and that she is an amazing daughter of God!




There is no greater call than to be that of a parent – or one who is called with a stewardship over the precious children of God.  This calling is not to be taken lightly and in all things, we – as parents – need to find ways to provide our children with the knowledge that they are amazing and blessed and that they have a purpose greater than they can imagine.  I am not a perfect mother.  I am not even an almost-good-enough mother.  I make mistakes daily and on some days, hourly.  But I love my kids.  They are entwined in my heart and I would rather spend my time here on this earth with them and my husband, then with any other person or activity.  They are my greatest accomplishment and I think that they are amazing!




Monday, February 25, 2013

Endure to the End

Taken from my talk, of the same name, given in church in October 2012
 
Definition: To remain firm in a commitment to be true to the commandments of God despite temptation, opposition, and adversity.

Today, my thoughts will reflect on a familiar commandment.  One that sometimes, when heard, causes us to have a reaction of, “Oh yeah, that commandment.”  But my hope is that today you will be blessed with the Spirit to take away from these words that I will share with you today, something that will help you to restore your eternal perspective on challenges.  This commandment is to “endure to the end”.  
You know, we hear that phrase quite often in the gospel.  Regardless of when your introduction into the gospel was, whether it was as a teenager, or a young adult or older adult or whether you have been raised in the church, the phrase “endure to the end” has been abounding in all of the gospel lessons and thus, it becomes common and is heard repeatedly.  What can happen, however, is as things become more common, they tend to lose their meaning or their significance.   
So, as we are in the middle of a challenge or in the middle of the struggle, someone, who means well and is listening to us, says, “Aww, I’m really sorry.  Hey, endure to the end.”  In that very moment, the only thing that we want to do is …choke them out!  We don’t want to hear that!  We want to hear something uplifting.  We want to hear something that is going to bring us some sort of hope.  Some sort of compassionate response, some empathy.  How about a hallmark card!?  Something.  But someone says, “endure to the end”… what does that mean?  What do you mean, endure to the end, what do you think I’m doing over here!? 
As we go through these challenges and trials, we get mired down by the difficulty of life that we all will experience.  And due to the combination of the weight of the trial and that gospel principle going through a diluting process (after hearing it so often), it doesn’t have the same value that it should.   
So, what truly does ENDURE TO THE END mean?
Well, we get on the pathway to “Endure to the End” and we think that we are doing it. 
We say, “that’s what I’m doing!  What do you think I’m doing?  I’m enduring.  Does it not look like I am enduring?  How am I supposed to endure my spouse’s death?  My child’s death?  My child leaving the church?  My husband losing his job.  My children don’t want to have anything to do with me.  I hate my calling.  I can’t stand my job, it doesn’t pay my bills.  I’m enduring all of that.
And suddenly that phrase doesn’t feel so hopeful.   
But what happens mostly, for us, is that we have interpreted it in an imbalanced way.  We focus heavily on the ENDURING part.  Just 'getting through' it.  And yet, that is not what the commandment means.  
It doesn’t just mean, ‘get through it’, ‘grin and bear it’.  It is very important that we understand that this counsel comes from our Father in Heaven and at no time, EVER, in the history of our existence or those who have come before us, has Father in Heaven ever said to us, “just deal with it.  Just grin and bear it.  Never.  He has always been compassionate.  He has always been loving.  Everything He has ever commanded us to do has always been thoughtful.  Purposeful.  It has had a reason.  And it always has to do with our eternal salvation.  Always.  
So what does ENDURE TO THE END have to do with our Eternal Salvation?
Most of us go through this enduring phase and we think,
“Yeah, I just gotta get through it, someday it will be better.  Someday I guess I just won’t have to deal with this.  Someday I guess it just won’t matter to me anymore.” 
That’s not it.  That perspective is our mortal perspective, often referred to as our “short-sightedness”.  
Our eternal perspective, however, is trying to balance things that are meant to be difficult and are meant to be challenging and are meant to cause us to call upon the Lord.  So if we only focus on the enduring part – just get through it – and we don’t have our perspective calibrated just right, then yes, it will be tough and it will be tougher to get through.  
What we need to do is rethink the phrase.  I think we should insert this part into the commandment so we can hear it each time.  It is Endure WITH A PURPOSE to the end.  Because that changes everything.  If I know that this experience that I am going through right now has a purpose and a meaning for ME for a year in the future, two years in the future or ultimately for my eternal salvation (my ability to return to my Father in Heaven) that somehow is significant enough to me and I’ll do it...better.  
EXAMPLE:  Running in the rain to save my child.
Clearly I am not a runner.  But if I had to run in the rain to save my child who was hanging off of a cliff, then I would run.  Yes, it would be hard and it would hurt.  My knees would ache, my breathing would be labored and I would think that at any moment I just might die, but I would not stop because running to save my child is worth all of that pain and difficulty.  That is why if we can impart meaning or purpose into the enduring then it gives us an identifiable reason and then the surviving/bearing/resisting is DIFFERENT.  Whether it makes it easier or not, it suddenly becomes worth it.  
So the purpose of our trials, the purpose of our challenges has to have meaning and purpose.  Otherwise, it would be just cruel suffering. And our Father in Heaven has never been one who is cruel.
 
One of the greatest comes from President Thomas S. Monson.  He said it means, to “withstand with courage.”  WITHSTAND means to “hold up” to “bear” to “survive”.  And courage is “valor” or “nerve”. 
The idea of 'enduring to the end' is a commandment.  Anything that the Lord asks of us is a commandment.  There are 10 that a lot of the world focuses on, and that is great.  But ANYTHING that the Lord says and any direction he gives to us, is in fact a commandment.  So, because it is a commandment it is followed by a blessing – a promise.  
There are several references that I found very quickly that refer to this promise (Matthew, Mark, etc.) and they all say the same thing, “he that endureth to the end, shall be saved.”  I asked earlier, what does endure to the end have to do with our salvation?  It has everything to do with it.  It is our salvation.  
No matter what station in life we find ourselves in, whether we are at the end of our journey on this earth or whether we have children or don’t; are married or are not; have callings or do not; have an education or successful business, etc.,  wherever we find ourselves – that commandment is the same. And so is the promise.
Sometimes we begin to think “Why!?”  Why me!  Why do I have to go through this, Father in Heaven?  Have I not done this or that?  Have I not gone to church every week?  Have I not born my testimony; gone to the temple; taught my children; held family home evening; pay my tithing; fulfill my calling; volunteer?  Why am I being asked to go through this?  This is just too hard!  I’ve done all of the things you have asked."  I try to remind the Lord of my resume as His child and all of my accomplishments here in this life…just in case He forgot and is accidentally challenging me with a trial – as though some angel wasn’t paying attention.  
In 1994, I began serving my mission.  I was called to serve in Ecuador.  I loved it!  I loved the people so much.  I did get sick, but I still worked everyday.  After about a year, we were at a Zone Conference and my Mission President came up to me to ask how I was feeling.  I told him I was "fine".  He said, "Great!"  He then told me to go home and pack because I was leaving that night to go home...as in back to the United States - five months early.  I was heartbroken.  I didn't want to leave.  I couldn't understand.  I began to question his wisdom and begged the Lord for understanding.  I was numb the hour-and-a-half bus ride back to our little apartment.  Later that night, the APs (Assistants to the President) came to drive both me and my companion to the main city.  A 2-hour drive.  

I don't remember that drive and I barely remember sleeping that night.  Just after dawn, the APs returned to take me to the airport.  They walked me into the airport, made sure I had my ticket and wished me well.  Sixteen hours later, I was walking off of the airplane in my hometown and I was not happy.  My family was there to greet me and they could tell I was not happy.  For five weeks, I stayed at home and went to doctor's appointments to try to remedy my illness.  After the 5th week, on a Tuesday evening, I received a call from our Stake President who asked if I was ready to return to the mission field.  I eagerly said that I was.  He told me that on Thursday I would fly to Dallas Texas to begin my mission.  Stumbling for just a moment, I thought that surely he was kidding and that I would be returning to Ecuador.  Such was not the case.  So, I packed and I left on Thursday.  

As I entered the Dallas Texas mission, I felt out of place.  I was used to dirt roads and humble circumstances.  This felt completely different.  But, my companion and I went about our work of serving and teaching.  About five weeks after arriving in the mission, I met a young missionary who was intriguing.  Truth be told, he was annoying, but funny.  He was always in a good mood which seemed to clash with my hardly ever being in a good mood.  But I tolerated him and he used his talents to try to make people smile and laugh.  I was the hardest nut to crack that he had ever encountered.  We served in the same areas of the mission for three months.  Then I returned home.  I completed my Senior year at BYU and then, I waited for my life to begin in a new direction.

In 1997, six months after he left the mission field, we were married.  It has been 15 1/2  years and we now have four beautiful children.  To think, if I had remained in my mission in Ecuador as I had wanted, I would have missed the opportunity to meet the future father of my children.  You see, we just don't know the reason for the challenge we might face, but our Father in Heaven surely does.
Even Joseph Smith asked this very question.  While in jail and wondering when he would be released to return to his mission, he cried out to the Lord saying, “O God, where art thou?  He wanted to know when all of this turmoil was going to end.  The Lord answered his prayer in a very comforting way.  He said,
"My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes." (D&C 121 7-8)
To further underscore the power of the trial that Joseph was faced with and after continued prayer to the Lord, he was told…
and above all, if the very jaws of hell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good." (D&C 122:7)
To me this means that the Lord knows that we are suffering.  He knows that this is hard.   
Sometimes we wonder, “What else could the Lord possibly be doing?  Why doesn’t He know that this is hard for me!?  Why doesn’t He take this away?”  And his answer is always the same, “This shall give thee experience,…”  I remember thinking a long time ago, “Experience for what?”  What is this going to give me experience for?  If this is gonna give me experience, then I don’t want what’s coming.  I don’t want more of this!  I don’t want to suffer more.  I don’t want to wonder if my kids will have food; if we will have gas in the car; if they will shut off the electricity.  I don’t want to experience more of this tragedy.  This was my short-sightedness.  
The Lord knows that this is hard and it will be for our experience.
"Enduring to the end, or remaining faithful to the laws and ordinances of the gospel of Jesus Christ throughout our life, is a fundamental requirement for salvation in the kingdom of God. This belief distinguishes Latter-day Saints from many other Christian denominations that teach that salvation is given to all who simply believe and confess that Jesus is the Christ.  The Lord clearly declared, 'If you keep my commandments and endure to the end you shall have eternal life, which gift is the greatest of all the gifts of God' (D&C 14:7). "Therefore, enduring to the end is not just a matter of passively tolerating life's difficult circumstances or 'hanging in there.' Ours is an active religion, one that is joyful, one of hope, strength and deliverance, not one that is grim and gloomy.
Finally, to truly understand, let me share with you greatest example that we have.  Our Savior, Jesus Christ.  The greatest example of enduring …with a purpose… that any of us will ever have. 
It started in the Garden of Gethsemane, when he went there to pray to his Father in Heaven and there he dropped to His knees and it is here, in this moment that we know that He took upon Himself all the sins of the world – so much so that He sweat great drops of blood from every pore.  Just even in that act, if we could comprehend what that means – that the pressure and the weight of all that He was taking upon himself was so taxing and difficult upon Him, that great drops of blood came from every pore.  And He with His Father endured all of that – and the reason He did so, was so that today, you and I could repent and could be free from that very weight of sin.  That was and is the purpose of those agonizing hours spent in the Garden of Gethsemane.  
After this, He then gets up and he goes out of the Garden to find His disciples sleeping.  He wakes them up and says, “Could ye not watch me one hour?”  He then returns to the Garden of Gethsemane and asked His Father to be with Him during the experience that He soon would endure.   Angels then came down and they strengthened Him.   And what experience was He soon to endure?  His betrayal, mocking and crucifixion.
Within hours He was taken, judged, mocked, spit upon and abused.  The members of the crowd called out in anger, “Crucify him!”  So, He is whipped and spit upon some more and then, to mock Him further, they laid a robe upon his bleeding body and a “crown” of thorns was pressed on top of His head.  They gave Him a large beam to carry.  This is the very beam that He would be the one that he would soon be nailed to.  As He walked the long walk up to the hill called Golgotha, He was continually mocked by those he loved and served.  Up on the hill, they then nailed Him on the cross through His wrists and feet and hung a sign that mocked Him further that said, “King of the Jews”.  It is important to note that crucifixion was not intended to kill people – it was intended to make them suffer.   The longest time any individual person hung on the cross was about 3 hours.  Christ endured for almost 8.  
In His final hours, Father in Heaven withdrew His spirit from Christ so that, in fact, it truly would be that HE, the Savior, did it all.  In those moments, Jesus cried out, “Why hast thou forsaken me?”  And then, in that moment, having endured it all – even on his own, he declared, “it is finished…Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”  And he gave up the ghost.  Jesus had indeed endured to the end. (Luke 23:46)
From this amazing and touching example we can see what we are to do in the midst of trials and challenges.  As Jesus Himself faced an upcoming challenge, he went to Father in Heaven and asked for help to endure his trial.  We also learn that, enduring all things with an eye towards heaven – thinking of the eternal purpose of the trial and the suffering, will bring about the energy and strength needed to accomplish what is asked of us. Finally, we learn that it is not easy, but it is worth it.  
I bear you my testimony that we truly are children of our Father in Heaven who loves us and He has given us this life to help us build up our strength so that we can learn to be more like He is.  I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior and that He died on the cross for each of us, so that we would have the privilege of seeking repentance and returning to be with him and our Father in Heaven someday.  I know that the difficulties that we face in this life are frustrating and may even cause us to fall to our knees, but our Savior’s promise is still true – we have not been left comfortless, we can have the peaceful Spirit to be with us as we endure with valor.    

Friday, February 22, 2013

One Foot In Front of the Other


*originally from a journal entry for June 2012, regarding my son Alexander's first High Adventure activity*
3:30AM - Ready to leave
Last week, my son went with his High Adventure scout group to climb Mt. Shasta (in California). The mountain is over 14,000 feet and their climb would start at about 7,000 feet. The day I dropped off my son, age 14, to make the drive to Mt. Shasta, he asked me if he really had to go. Sensing his fears, I reminded him that all he had to do was go one step at a time. I promised him that he could make it and that I believed in him.  I told him I would pray for him continually.  He outwardly nodded in agreement, but I could still sense his fear.  We then hugged goodbye as I held back the tears. As I drove away, I wondered if I had done the right thing.  Should I have allowed him to stay home?  Will he hate me forever? 
 
Stopped for lunch
After several hours, I checked in with one of his leaders to see how my son was doing. I happened to catch them while they had stopped at a restaurant for lunch.  My son, using the leader's phone, messaged me back, pleading to come home. I called him and we talked on the phone for a few minutes. He told me the hike up to base camp was steep and his pack was heavy. He was scared and whispered again into the phone that he wanted to come home.  I again reminded him to take it one step at a time and I promised him that he would be alright. After hanging up the phone, his father and I prayed for him. We specifically prayed that somehow his burden (or the heavy pack) would be lifted just a little bit so that he could make his climb and that he would be okay.

As the hours seemed to drag on, I would check the itinerary to see how far along they were in their journey.  I awoke at 4am just to be up when they were scheduled to begin their climb to the summit.  I prayed fervently and often.  

Mt. Shasta from freeway
Two days later, I could hardly contain myself for his arrival home.  Upon his safe return home, we held a strong and long embrace and tears fell softly from my eyes just from the sheer pride that I felt for his accomplishment of going on the trip when he wanted to turn back.  I was eager to find out how the climb went and I asked him to tell me everything. He told me that the mountain broke him.  He said that he started to cry just looking at the sight of the climb. He said, "seriously, Mom.  It broke me."  My heart sank.  I felt so horrible that I had not sheltered him from this disappointment.  Still looking at his strong face, I simply said, "Well, how did you do?"  He then said that he simply put one foot in front of the other and made the climb. It was hard. It was cold. It was steep. But he made it. I was SO impressed!

When I asked him how he did with his heavy pack, he told me that as he was making the climb (from the lot where the road ends up to base camp), one of the straps on his pack broke.  He said it was awful and the pack was so heavy and now he only had one strap to use.  He then told me that it was too much for him.  He couldn't do it.  The final hill to base camp was extremely steep and he had nothing left in him.  All he could say was, "help" as the tears welled in his eyes.  At that very moment, when it was too heavy to carry - at the steepest part of the hill, one of his leaders came up to him, reached out his hand and carried his pack for him to the top of the hill. He then returned to the bottom of the hill to retrieve his own pack. Tears began to stream down my face as I realized that my prayers for my son were answered. They were answered when another person, seeing my son's struggles and paying attention, decided to complete a simple act of kindness, love and service. He gave no thought of how hard it might be for him. He just reached out and carried the burden for my son until he was able to do so. 

Alexander and Brother Ducker - who carried his pack up the steep hill to base camp.



 Every time I think upon this experience with my son, tears fill my eyes at the beauty of our Father in Heaven who so fully and compassionately reaches out to us in our moments of difficulty.  The mountain broke my son and he cried out for help, just like the Savior did in the Garden of Gethsemane.  And in both circumstances, angels came to strenghten and uplift.  I can never doubt the hand of the Lord in our lives.  My son NEEDED to experience his own weakness to realize the majestic power of our Father in Heaven and the strength that comes from a simple prayer of the heart..."help".

Of note, On this day of the climb, due to the sun climbing higher in the sky which would mean a rapid decline in temperature after it peaked, my son did not make it to the summit, but he did climb to over 14,000 feet.  He was only a few hundred feet from the top.  He was the youngest person in the troop at 14 and he climbed the highest, save for the 5 experienced climbers in their group.  I am so proud of him!!!  The best thing, of course, was the slide going down the mountain.  8 hours to climb up...2 hours to slide down!  
*actual pictures of my son's troop to be added later*



**Actual pictures that my son took of his trip will be added soon**