Monday, November 2, 2015

Thanksgiving Countdown, Day Two: Craftiness

Today my family and I were pretty productive. We not only took down the Halloween decor and put up the Thanksgiving stuff, we also organized all of our yearly decorations (except Christmas) and found a tidier way to store them. It was a big project, and it felt good to get it done.

After that, though, came the fun. Ben, Evie and I worked together and did some crafting.

The Thankful Turkey, post-surgery
A few years ago we created what we call "The Thankful Turkey." You may have noticed a picture of it in yesterday's blog, back when it still looked really good. It was very cute back then. We made the turkey out of a little box, and decorated it with paint, pom-poms, and feathers.

The whole thing is based on a tradition Ben's family has during this time of year. When we think of something we're grateful for, we write it down and put it in the "turkey." Then, on Thanksgiving Day, we open it up and read all the things we're thankful for.

The turkey we made back in the day was fairly sturdy, except for one thing: its floppy, construction paper neck. It just never was all that good at holding the turkey's head up, and over the years, it got worse and worse.

So, today, Ben and Evie undertook a bit of Thankful Turkey plastic surgery. They created a new neck out of styrofoam, and attached it to the body and head. It looks much better, and much sturdier!

It still needs a coat of paint, but we're waiting until the glue is totally dry.

The wreath I made. I'm rather proud of it. :)
While they did that, I sat next to them and created an autumn wreath out of materials I'd gotten at Michael's for 80% off. (Which was crazy, because why put all the fall stuff on mega clearance at the beginning of November? I realize they want to fill the store with Christmas, but seriously. There's another big autumnal holiday before then. But hey, 80% off! What am I complaining for?)

As we did our little projects together, we talked and laughed and watched web cartoons based on World of Warcraft. It was happy and comfortable, spending that time with my family.

So that's what I'm thankful for today. I'm grateful that I had my family's help in getting the decorations set up and organized. And I'm grateful we were able to spend that quality time together, doing our fun little Thanksgiving projects. Quality time with my two sweeties is always a blessing.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Thanksgiving Countdown, Day One: The Very Best Time of Year

This is sincerely, undoubtedly, unarguably the best time of the year.

Evie's jack-o-lantern
It begins with Halloween season, with the spooky decorations and opportunities to play dress-up. There's candy everywhere, and the occasional fun TV special. You might introduce your kids to Ghostbusters or The Nightmare Before Christmas. You watch them all and feel like a kid again.

Between parties, trick-or-treating, and other Halloweeny activities, you have plenty of chances to wear crazy costumes and makeup. You might even decide to dress up for no good reason at all. This is the time of year that you can get away with it! Who's going to judge? They can't tell who you are under the mask, anyway.

On the bridge in the corn maze
There are corn mazes and pumpkin patches and apple cider. And, if you're lucky, the weather finally cools off! Everything turns red and orange and gold, and you get to pull your sweaters and boots out of your closet and put them to good use. You start to enjoy chilly mornings, hot cocoa, and a fire in your fireplace.

You have lots of frivolous, crazy, silly fun with your friends and family. And it only gets better from there.

Sheldon, Bernadette, Amy, and Leonard

Our "Thankful Turkey"
Immediately after Halloween, we get a month of counting our blessings and being grateful for the beautiful people, things, and moments in our lives. We might start a "blessing a day" kind of thing, like this blog, or write down what we're grateful for in a journal. We start to notice all the little "I love yous" God gives us in our everyday lives.

The weather cools off more (finally highs in the 60s here!), and you may even get some rain! When you do, you're so happy you might just go dance in it, or jump into some puddles with your kids.

Pie-eating contest!
You start making plans for visiting loved ones. As you plan the trips, you start feeling giddy at the idea of seeing your parents, siblings, children, or grandkids. Because, of course, they're the best!

You eat delicious stews and soups. You bake pies, pumpkin bread, cookies, and other treats. The smell of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples fills the air. Your house smells like love.

You spend time thinking about all the things that bring you joy.

Eating pies: utensils, optional

Then, after a few weeks, it culminates in a family gathering around the table, where everyone eats, talks, laughs, and shares the things they're grateful for. You make new memories together.

This jingle bell ROCKS!
The next thing, of course, is Christmastime. The feeling of joy, goodwill, and gratitude grows. People are more charitable, more patient, more kind. You go out of your way to find people to serve. You might donate to Toys for Tots, or play Santa to a family who doesn't have much. You find great joy in helping others.

Beautiful decorations go up everywhere, making everything seem magical. Everything glitters. There are gorgeous evergreen trees, festooned with tinsel, ornaments, and twinkling lights. Presents pile up underneath, physical tokens of love for the people in your life.

She's snow cute
The scent of cookies floods the house. You spend all your time listening to holiday music. There are constantly Christmas specials on TV, including the ones you watched as a child. The sights, smells, and sounds carry you back to your childhood, and you remember all of the magical Christmases you knew in your youth.

A nativity might sit in a place of honor in your home. You walk past it frequently, and are reminded of the Savior. You spend more time thinking about your loved ones, and how to make them happy. You may also think of how you can better serve the Lord, who gave us the greatest gift of all. And you resolve to do better, and be better, and live better, than you did before.

This whole three-month chunk of the year is magical. It truly is the very best time of the year. And I'm grateful that it's finally here!

The Stickney-Fifield annual nativity


Sunday, October 25, 2015

Sabbath Day Thoughts

I haven't written in over a year. I suppose that's in large part due to the "Year of Gratitude" I started last July. I was posting a different blessing every day on Facebook. The posts were like mini-blogs, so that's probably why I didn't bother with this one.

Today, though, I feel like I need to share my thoughts. I don't want to share them to the world at large, though - or even my personal group of Facebook friends. I want to share this with the people who truly care about me. I'll put the link on Facebook, but I fully expect that most of my Facebook friends won't click on it. Only my family, close friends, and those who genuinely care about me the most will take the time.

And those are the people that I want to share this with - the people who love me.

Life is hard. I've gone through trials in the past, and I'm still facing trials today, I don't know that there is ever more than a day or two at a time that feel truly trial-free. We're all constantly struggling through something.

What I've learned, though, is that trials aren't necessarily a bad thing. I used to be so afraid of them. I used to worry about what kinds of terrible things might happen to me, or to the people I love.

And yes, terrible things do happen to good people. I can't even tell you the number of times I've read about a tragedy in the news, or heard about it through the grapevine, and shed tears for the people involved. I find it all too easy to imagine myself in their shoes, and understand in some small way what pain they must be feeling.

Tragedies happen every day. But while every day features terrible lows somewhere, there are also incredible highs.

There has to be opposition in all things. If we were never sick, we wouldn't appreciate what a blessing it is to be well. If we were never hungry, we wouldn't be grateful to have food. If we never knew sorrow, how could we ever truly have joy?

Trials, as awful as they are, can also be great blessings. They shape and strengthen us the same way a blacksmith uses incredible heat to shape metal into something better and more beautiful.

My testimony has grown so much through the trials I've faced over the past decade. Through eight years of infertility, especially - through prayers, and tears, and anger, and hope, and priesthood blessings, and finally learning patience - I have become a better, stronger, more Christlike person. I've developed a personal relationship with the Savior, and a desire to do His will in all things.

I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that I can do anything God wants me to do. All things are possible with Him. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to become the person He wants me to be.

As my faith has grown, I've come to realize that there is nothing this life can throw at me that I can't conquer if I rely on the Lord. No matter how terrible the trial, I can endure. It may be painful, agony even, but I can and will endure with the Lord's help. And I'll become a better person because of it.

I realize that there's an excellent chance that greater trials and tragedies than ever before are coming my family's way. That's how we grow. That's how the Lord humbles us, and encourages us to lean on Him. He sends us trials, then helps us carry the burden. And throughout the process, He helps us become better people. It's through the worst experiences that we gain the most growth, and feel the Lord's love the most strongly. But that will only happen if we allow it. We need to choose to rely on the Lord and recognize the tender mercies He sends our way.

It probably sounds counter-intuitive, that trials will help us grow, but it's true. And, in my opinion, the Lord rarely, if ever, actually makes bad things happen to us. He loves us too much for that. I believe he simply allows bad things to happen. Often those bad things are a result of other people's poor choices. He lets us make bad choices, and He allows the resulting consequences. Then He helps us deal with the fallout, and turn those consequences into opportunities to become better people.

There are, of course, other trials that come our way merely as a part of life. Sickness, injury, natural disasters, etc. - a lot of people choose to blame God for those things, but it's part of living in this world. Sometimes, stuff just happens. But if we trust in the Lord, we never have to face that "stuff" alone.

The Lord allows us to go through incredible trials, so that we can learn to become more like Him. And the more Christlike we become, the more peace and happiness we'll have in our lives. Without sorrow, how could we ever truly learn joy?

I still have so far to go, personally. I'm nowhere near Christ's level. But, looking back at the person I was ten years ago, I can see there's an unequivocal difference. Ten years ago, I was impatient, hot-tempered, selfish, pessimistic, and pretty shallow. Since then, I've learned how to be patient. I've learned how to put my trust in the Lord, and let Him steer the course of my life. I've learned not to worry so much. I've learned to look at the blessings in my life, and focus on the positives. I've learned that I can do anything, survive anything, and become anything if I trust in God.

I've learned that my Heavenly Father and Savior love me more than my mind can ever begin to comprehend. And I will do anything to become the person they want me to be.

The biggest trial in my life now, of course, is that Ben and I no longer believe the same things. We still love each other more than anything else in this universe, but we're not as united as we once were. And it's hard sometimes.

I wish I could give my faith and conviction to my husband, and my daughter,  and any future children we may have. I wish they could know what I know, and feel what I feel. I wish I could share it with all the people I love. But I can only make my own choices. I can't control what my husband does or believes. I can't make my daughter's decisions for her, or give her my own personal testimony.

I want more than anything to be with my family, and with my Heavenly Father, for time and all eternity. But I can't force them to live the way the Lord wants them to live. I can only live my own personal life, and choose those good things for myself.

For the rest, I need to let go and trust the Lord. And I need to remember that He loves my family members even more than I do. He wants them to be with me - and with Him - forever. He's on my side, and He wants the same things I do.

He's a powerful teammate to have. And I know He'll help me to be a blessing to the people I love.

The people we love.

But ultimately, it's up to them to make their own choices. All I can do is pray for them, think about them, strive to help them, and more than anything, love them.

Because I do. I truly love my husband beyond words, beyond understanding, with every aspect of my soul. And I will do anything and everything in my power to be with him forever, even if it means suffering through unimaginable trials.

After all, trials are only for an instant. This life is such a fleeting moment when compared with the grand scale of eternity. No amount of pain we face here could possibly be worse than spending eternity without our loved ones. So, if my suffering here on Earth will lead to my family being together forever, I say bring it on. I will do my best not only to endure, but to endure it well.

My family is worth it. And my Heavenly Father and Savior are worth it. And I will do whatever it takes to be with them forever.

The Lord has a plan for each of us, and He shapes us through our trials, to help us become the people He intends us to be. Our life is a journey toward becoming those best versions of ourselves, so we can have joy, and do the work He needs us to do. If we put our faith in Him, and do what He asks of us, we can literally work miracles. Our trials may be painful. They may tear our hearts apart. They may be agony to our very souls. But they will be for our good.

"My [daughter], 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."

I wonder what the Lord's plan is for me? Who will I be in another ten, twenty, thirty years?

What would I see if I could look at myself through God's eyes?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Moody Moving Blues

Okay, those of you who know me know that I moved a few months ago. The move I'm talking about today isn't super recent. We moved to California right after school got out in Texas, so we've been here almost three months.

But even though the boxes are unpacked, Evie's settling into her new school, and we've gotten relatively familiar with the area, "the move" is still happening in a sense. It's still a trial in one very specific way.

It's the part of the move that brings along a deep sense of loneliness and abandonment.

It happens with every move. Anyone who moves regularly throughout their lives will understand this. You move to a new place, you make wonderful friends, you promise to stay friends forever, you move away, and people who once communicated with you on a frequent or even every-day basis stop communicating with you at all.

The end result is that you know (and are fond of) a very large number of people, but you have almost nobody you can call an actual, lifelong friend. Because the friends only seem to last until you're gone. And then: out of sight, out of mind.

It sucks.

As someone who has moved consistently during my life, never in one place for more than a few years, I'm all too familiar with this phenomenon. It happens with every move. And in each new place, I make new friends and think, "These are such good friends, there's no way we'll lose touch when I move away!"

And then we do.

I'm sure a lot of it is my own fault. I try to reach out to people through texts, emails, Facebook, and even by commenting on people's statuses. But I don't do a whole lot more than that. Mostly because it feels like people are too busy with their own lives (and their friends who have NOT moved away) to have time for me. And I don't want to be a bother.

Long-distance relationships are hard. That's just as true for friendships as for romantic relationships. Maybe even more so, because when you're in love with someone you're more focused on them and them alone. Whereas with friends, most people have several, so losing one isn't going to make a huge dent in their lives.

The thing is, it does make a huge dent for the person doing the moving. I don't know if the people I've had to leave behind really realize that. I'm sure some of them do, but those who move infrequently might not.

The people back home have familiar surroundings.

The person moving is in a foreign environment.

The people left behind have consistent schedules and plans and lives.

The person moving has uprooted everything they know and is starting over.

Most importantly, the people back home have other good friends to hang out with. They have people asking them how they're doing with missing their friend. They have others around them to cheer them up, distract them, and be aware of them.

The person moving has nobody but the immediate family members who moved with them. They have to completely start over and try to fit in with the people around them and make new friends. Nobody knows who they are or what they might need or how they're feeling. They're very isolated.

It's incredibly lonely.

I'm doing my best to get to know people in my new ward at church and in my new neighborhood. I try to be friendly, outgoing, and likable. I agree to everything I'm asked to do by other people, in the hopes that it will give me a chance to get to know them.

The problem is that friendships take a long time to really develop. It's rare to find a person who you like and get along with so perfectly that the friendship just happens.

I had that once, with Juleigh. When we first really started talking to each other, we hit it off almost immediately. I still remember how giddy and happy I felt because I knew without a doubt that I was finally making a friend in Abilene.

And even with that, we had both been living in Abilene for several months before we found each other.

Friendships take time. It's hard, making real friends. You rarely see anyone's true nature until you've been able to spend a lot of time with them. And when you're new somewhere, all the interactions you have with people are pretty superficial. Everyone - including yourself - is still trying to make a good impression. You only see people's best sides. And since nobody is one-dimensional, you can't really get to know a person until you see a little more than their Sunday best.

So you spend a lot of time alone, missing the people you've left behind. And when you never hear from them, it just increases the sense of loneliness. It takes a toll on your self-esteem, feeling that you're so easily forgotten. It makes you wonder if anyone really cared about you in the first place.

So my advice to anyone who happens to read this blog post is this: If you have a close friend who moves away, don't take the easy way out. Don't fill in the void they leave in your life with other people and let your friend slip away from your life and your heart. Don't push them out of your thoughts.

I know, if you love someone, it hurts to think about them when they're far away. But if you really love them, aren't they worth the heartache?

Take time to talk to them. Text them. Message them. Skype with them. Call them. Send a letter, even! But do it. Most friendships consist of conversations anyway, and it's totally possible in this day and age to have a long-distance conversation. You can talk to someone on the other side of the world every single day, and it's ridiculously easy to do. There's really no reason that communication needs to die.

And remember, your friend is probably struggling. They're lonely, and likely having a hard time adjusting to their new home. If you love them, take the time to reach out to them, even if it makes you miss them more. Let them know that they aren't forgotten. They'll be so grateful, and your friendship will only grow stronger.

Then maybe you really will have that life-long friendship everyone deserves.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

The Tough Questions

Okay, full disclosure: This is not going to be a light, fluffy, happy blog post. It's going to be serious, and potentially divisive to those who disagree with me. But it's something about which I feel a strong need to speak out. I won't be offended if you choose not to read it. But if you do, I hope you'll respect my beliefs and opinions and keep any comments respectful. This ain't YouTube.

It's come out in the news lately that the leader of the Ordain Women movement, Kate Kelly, has been summoned for a church hearing to discuss whether or not she should be excommunicated. For those who aren't members of the LDS church or who aren't familiar with what this movement is, the Ordain Women movement is a group of people who belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and who feel that women should be allowed to hold the priesthood.

Our church has always taught that men and women have different roles and responsibilities. Women are primarily in charge of their families. This includes meeting the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of their children. We are expected to do our best to raise our children to be righteous, responsible, healthy adults. Anyone who thinks this is an easy job is kidding themselves. This is a lifelong process, with no vacation days. And it's not just about the children. Women are also expected to stand side-by-side with their husbands when it comes to making decisions and leading their family. We're equal partners. And women who don't get the opportunity to be married or have children in this life are still given opportunities to fulfill these responsibilities via their callings in the church. Women, married and single, are given roles as leaders or teachers, usually over the other women, the young (teenage) women, or the primary children. There they can put their natural abilities to work, nurturing and uplifting others. They can give talks in church, offer prayers, teach, plan activities, and work with the other leaders of the church - men and women - to help the members of their congregation.

Men provide for their families physical need through work (ideally, although sometimes women share that responsibility), and provide for their spiritual needs through the priesthood power they've been given. That includes acting as patriarch by taking the lead in spiritual family gatherings, prayer, and scripture study. It also means that they can lay their hands on their family members' heads when needed and provide blessings directly from God. These blessings can give healing, comfort, or guidance. They also have a responsibility to use their priesthood power outside of their family, to bless and help those in need, and serve in various leadership and teaching callings at church. It's a lot of responsibility, and it's entirely focused outward. Men shouldn't use their priesthood authority to dominate or lord over anyone. In fact, the church teaches that any man who tries to do so is unworthy to carry the priesthood. The priesthood is about service. It's about helping, uplifting, and blessing others. It's a sacred responsibility.

Does having the priesthood make men better or more important than women? Absolutely not. The church does not place men above women in any way, shape, or form. It merely teaches that men and women are different, and have different responsibilities. If you look at it, side by side, it seems to me that men and women are sharing the load pretty equally.

In this day and age, it seems that the world is trying to "equalize" men and women by making them more and more alike in nature, and erase their differences entirely. But the fact is, at our very cores, men and women are different. And we are therefore better suited for different things.

That doesn't mean that we can't step into each other's roles when necessary. There are plenty of single parents who have to perform both sides of things. I've done it myself in many ways when Ben has been deployed. He's done his part to cover for me in the rare times that I'm out or sick and he's watching Evie, because we're equal partners. But I'll never be able to fill his shoes perfectly, and he'll never be able to do all the things that I do. Because we're different. But that's good! We compliment each other.

In my opinion, women wanting the priesthood so fervently is ridiculous. We already have as much responsibility on our shoulders as the men do, if not more. We've been given a share of the work. We have sacred responsibilities of our own, ones that are meant for us and will bring us the greatest happiness. God knows what He's doing. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He wants us to have joy in this life, and He has divided the roles of men and women in such a way that will bring us the greatest joy possible.

Women feeling like they're treated as second-class citizens in the church because they don't have the priesthood is entirely in their own imagination. None of the men in the church would agree with that sentiment, and any that did would be unworthy of their own role as a priesthood holder.

Here are some of the things the church teaches about women:

“The true spirit of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints gives to woman the highest place of honor in human life." - Improvement Era, May 1935



"One of your unique, precious, and sublime gifts is your femininity, with its natural grace, goodness, and divinity. Femininity is not just lipstick, stylish hairdos, and trendy clothes. It is the divine adornment of humanity. It finds expression in your qualities of your capacity to love, your spirituality, delicacy, radiance, sensitivity, creativity, charm, graciousness, gentleness, dignity, and quiet strength. It is manifest differently in each girl or woman, but each of you possesses it.
"Femininity is part of the God-given divinity within each of you. It is your incomparable power and influence to do good. You can, through your supernal gifts, bless the lives of children, women, and men. Be proud of your womanhood. Enhance it. Use it to serve others." - James E. Faust, April 2000 General Conference

"The errand of angels is given to women... They fulfill their divine potential and magnify their God-given gifts. They are capable, strong women who bless families, serve others, and understand that “the glory of God is intelligence” (D&C 93:36) - Margaret D. Nadauld, October 2000 General Conference

“Woman is God's supreme creation. Only after the earth had been formed, after the day had been separated from the night, after the waters had been divided from the land, after vegetation and animal life had been created, and after man had been placed on the earth, was woman created; and only then was the work pronounced complete and good.
“God will hold us accountable if we neglect His daughters.” - President Gordon B. Hinckley “Our Responsibility to Our Young Women,” Ensign, Sept. 1988

"I want you to be proud you are a woman. I want you to feel the reality of what that means, to know who you truly are. You are literally a spirit daughter of heavenly parents with a divine nature and an eternal destiny. That surpassing truth should be fixed deep in your soul and be fundamental to every decision you make as you grow into mature womanhood. There could never be a greater authentication of your dignity, your worth, your privileges, and your promise. Your Father in Heaven knows your name and knows your circumstance. He hears your prayers. He knows your hopes and dreams, including your fears and frustrations. And He knows what you can become through faith in Him. Because of this divine heritage you, along with all of your spiritual sisters and brothers, have full equality in His sight and are empowered through obedience to become a rightful heir in His eternal kingdom, an “[heir] of God, and joint-[heir] with Christ.” Seek to comprehend the significance of these doctrines. Everything Christ taught He taught to women as well as men. Indeed, in the restored light of the gospel of Jesus Christ, a woman occupies a majesty all her own in the divine design of the Creator. You are, as Elder James E. Talmage once phrased it, 'a sanctified investiture which none shall dare profane.'
"Be a woman of Christ. Cherish your esteemed place in the sight of God. He needs you. This Church needs you. The world needs you. A woman’s abiding trust in God and unfailing devotion to things of the Spirit have always been an anchor when the wind and the waves of life were fiercest. I say to you what the Prophet Joseph said more than 150 years ago: “If you live up to your privileges, the angels cannot be restrained from being your associates.” - Jeffrey R. Holland, October 2005 General Conference


I could go on, but I think I've made my point.

The church in no way thinks of women as being lesser to men in any form. If anything, they put womanhood on a pedestal. So, logically, this whole "the church is sexist and women are second-class citizens" idea is malarkey.

But that's not even the biggest issue here. The reason this woman, Kate Kelly, the founder of the Ordain Women movement, is facing excommunication is that she has been working through her movement to pull people away from the teachings of the church. She has been encouraging people to turn their backs on the doctrine we receive from our prophet and try to publicly shame the church into changing their doctrine to suit her opinions. And she does it while claiming to be a faithful member of the church.

But here's the thing. All faithful members of our church believe that God gives us revelation and doctrine through his living prophet, our leader, Thomas S. Monson. And we believe that our church has been led by living prophets since its restoration in the 19th century. We believe that Joseph Smith Jr. was the first prophet of the restored gospel, and that he communicated directly with Jesus Christ, and that he got all of the doctrine he taught from the Savior. And since Joseph Smith's time, we have had fifteen more prophets, all of whom have led the church under the direct authority and direction of Jesus Christ. We believe that Christ, Himself, is the head of our church. All the doctrine we get comes from Him.

Do you see the problem here?

You can't claim to be a faithful member of the church, and believe that God is at the head of it, leading us, and then turn around and try to change the doctrine by protesting and forming organizations and getting the media to make the church look bigoted. Either Christ is the head of our church, and the doctrine we have is valid and has a divine purpose, or the church is just an earthly organization that can be swayed by popular opinion. In which case, why even bother with it? If it's not God's church, why claim to believe in it at all?

Unfortunately, the problem in this situation is pride. This isn't unusual, pride tends to be at the root of most of our worst decisions. We think that we know better than other people. We think we're smarter, or better looking, or more talented. We feel entitled. Most people get that way from time to time. But if you don't take a step back and catch yourself, and try to be humble, it can grow and consume us until we think we know better than the Lord.

Because that's what this is. Anyone who leaves the church or fights the church because of some point of doctrine or other that they disagree with is being prideful. And we cannot progress spiritually if we're being proud. Pride is a wall built directly in our path. The only way to move forward is to tear the wall down by being humble and repenting. When it comes to doctrine, that means accepting it, even if you disagree with it, and genuinely trying to live by it. And when you can do that, you can begin to understand the why.

Some have criticized the church for Kate Kelly's potential excommunication, saying that the leadership of the church is trying to punish people for having opinions and asking questions. Some believe that we're all brainwashed, and that asking questions is discouraged so as to keep us all in line.

The fact is, though, that we're encouraged to ask questions. We're encouraged to think, and study, and pray. That's how we gain understanding, and receive revelation. God doesn't just give us answers out of nowhere. He waits for us to ask. But we're encouraged to do so with humility and sincerity. When pride or anger enters into the equation, when we have a spirit of "this can't be right, what are they thinking," we begin to close ourselves off from the Spirit, and it's much harder to get true answers.

I'll give you a personal example. When the church came out and asked members in California to vote for Prop 8 in California, I was shocked. I knew from personal study (which, again, is encouraged) that the church doesn't harbor any kind of ill will toward the LGBT community. If anything, their stance has been one of love. They've actually supported gay rights when it comes to the law. So I was surprised.

I've had several gay friends throughout my life (being in the musical theater world), and my first thought was that it didn't seem fair to them. Why shouldn't they get to be with the person they love? Isn't that a good thing? And the church is all about love, so why did they suddenly seem so hateful?

It took me several days of thinking and praying about it. At first, my prayers were incredulous and a bit of the "that can't be right" prideful sort. But then I tried to be humble. I asked myself, "Is the church true?" And I've had too many experiences in my life that have testified to me of the reality and truthfulness of the gospel to deny that one.

Yes, it's true.

So, then, if it's true, the prophet is in direct communication with God, right?

Right.

And he would never abuse his authority as the prophet to misguide the members? He would never lie and say something was from God when it was merely his own opinion?

Never. Not in a million years. He's a man of integrity and honor.

And he and the other leaders of the church put this out there as an official, church-sanctioned, God-directed stance?

Yes.

Therefore, this must come from God.

From there, I had a choice. I could either turn my back on everything I believed in, or I could be humble and choose to embrace the instruction from the church, even though I didn't understand it. I chose to trust God. He sees much more of the bigger picture than I ever will. Just because I didn't understand it at the time, didn't mean that He was confused about it. The Lord always has a reason.

Because that's the thing in situations like this. We tend to put too much trust in our own understanding. But we're so limited! We understand nothing when compared to God. He sees and knows and understands everything. Each of us is like a blind man, being guided by His voice. He's giving us directions, because we can't actually see where we're going. We need to trust Him if we're going to make it where we want to go.

So I decided to accept the doctrine we've been given and oppose gay marriage. It wasn't an easy decision, but once I made it, I stuck with it.

And then came the understanding.

Because that's how revelation works. All of us are entitled to personal revelation from the Lord. But we can't receive clear answers if we're being prideful and hard-hearted. We need to be humble in order to hear the Spirit's still, small voice.

I came to understand that the church was, of course, still about love. We weren't opposed to gay marriage because we hate the LGBT community and want to keep them apart. Rather, we fully support monogamy for all people. But to us, marriage isn't a legal institution. It's a religious one. For us, the definition of marriage is a union between a man, woman, and God. Marriage and family are at the center of everything we believe. We believe that families can continue, in their family units, through eternity. Marriages can last forever. They don't have to end with death. They are an extremely important, central part of our faith, and as such, have clear-cut rules.

Our views on marriage are clearly different than the world's views. That's why not just anyone can be married in one of our temples. For us, it's a sacred ordinance.

I personally believe that if religious marriage and legal marriage were defined by different words, we wouldn't have a problem with gay marriage. If, for example, "civil union" was the legal term for any and all legal unions, our church would fully support gay civil unions. Legally, members of the LGBT community should have all the same rights as anyone else. Religiously, as members of the LDS church, we're held to higher standards. And it's not purely based on sexual preference. Most heterosexual people aren't able to enter our temples and be married for eternity, either. Nobody is, until they meet the necessary standards.

The only reason the gay marriage debate became an issue in the first place was because we were given the opportunity to vote on it. If we'd been given the chance to vote on something else - like whether pornography should be outlawed - we probably would have voted according to our standards in that instance, too. And we also would have outraged people. But, as I learned, it's truly not about hate. It's just about taking the opportunity to try and stand up for what we believe is best. If we could make it so, we wouldn't want people to have sex outside of marriage, either. We'd outlaw alcohol and tobacco. We would vote to make adultery illegal. We would even vote to make all businesses (except emergency ones, like ERs and fire stations) close on Sundays. If given the chance, of course we would vote to make the world more the way we believe God would want it to be.

But we weren't presented with the opportunity to vote on any of that. So it's never come up. Simple as that.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, when we're humble and embrace the doctrine we're given from the Lord, we're able to learn, and grow, and get answers to our questions.

So, people who accuse members of the church of being "sheep" or "brainwashed" and say that we're discouraged from asking questions clearly don't understand the doctrine we're taught. Relying on the intelligence and strength of man and protesting the Lord's doctrine is not the same thing as "asking questions." That's just pride. That's being hardhearted. The real, tough questions are the ones we ask the Lord, and ourselves. "What am I doing wrong? What do I need to change in my life? How can I be more humble? How can I increase my understanding? How can I feel closer to the Spirit?" Because only through humility and drawing nearer to the Lord can we truly gain answers to the really important questions. And that's a much tougher thing to do that protesting and getting puffed up and belligerent. Anger and pride is easy. Humility is hard.

When we're prideful and fight against what has been taught, we create a wall for ourselves. We're no longer able to feel the Spirit as strongly. And, if it continues, and if we work to pull people away with us, it can lead to apostasy.

And that's what's happening with Kate Kelly. She has fought against the Lord for so long, and has been so vocal, angry, and prideful about it, that she's actively working to pull people away from the doctrine that we've been given. She considers herself a faithful member, but it's not the church she's fighting, it's the Lord. So, facing excommunication for apostasy sounds about right to me.

The church never does these kinds of things lightly. She has been warned by church leaders that this might be the outcome if she doesn't stop. But she chose to ignore those warnings.

And honestly, I truly don't see how she reconciles her actions with being a "faithful member" in her own mind. The contrast is so huge. As I said earlier, either this is the Lord's church and His doctrine is there for a reason, or it's a social, earthly organization that can be swayed by protest and public opinion. It can't be both.

The good news is, there's always repentance. That's a gift that everyone can use, if they're willing. I sincerely hope that Sister Kelly can humble herself and draw closer to the Lord. She's a daughter of God, just like me, just like all women. She's loved. The Lord is waiting for her to turn back to Him. I'm sure He wants that desperately. I hope she can work things out and fix her relationship with Him. I hope she can learn to embrace her role as a woman, and appreciate the divine gifts that come with womanhood.


As for me, I'm proud to be a woman. I'm proud to be one of God's cherished daughters. I have divine potential in me, as do all women. I'm happy to embrace my role as a wife, a mother, a leader, a woman.

The way I see it, if that's what God wants for me, there's a good reason for it. I trust in His love for me. I trust that He wants me to be happy. I trust that He won't lead me astray.

People are flawed. God is perfect. I choose to be on His side.







Saturday, March 29, 2014

Aaaaaand.... THERE'S the Happy Ending!

As some of you may know, today I was having a rotten day due to a particularly sadistic dream my brain whipped up. Long story short, I woke up wondering if I actually make any kind of difference or impact as a human being, or whether I'm ultimately useless and replaceable. My brain was coming down on the side of "useless and replaceable."

Like I said, rotten day.

Satan was in my head, and he wasn't budging. I was in despair, thinking I was a failure as a human being. I couldn't think of a single meaningful contribution I have made to the world, aside from my perfect angel of a daughter. And she, quite frankly, is all of those things without my help.

All day long, I couldn't shake the funk. I couldn't find a way to argue with the conclusion my brain was pushing. I was in despair.

Then, I went to the broadcast of the general women's meeting for my church: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

They hold these broadcasts twice a year. This year, rather than just inviting women ages 12 and up, they invited all ladies ages 8 and up.

Such a tiny change, but such a huge impact.

Seeing all those little girls in the audience, barely older than my own daughter, touched my heart. Then they started singing. And my hard, bitter, broken heart melted.

And then, over the course of the broadcast, it healed.

The theme of the entire meeting was basically this: I am a daughter of God. He knows me. He loves me. I mean something to Him.

It was like being hit over the head with a spiritual brick. I sensed that God had been trying to give me this reassurance all day, but I had been so lost in my own despair that I couldn't hear Him.

I cried through almost the entire broadcast. The Spirit was so powerful, testifying to me that not only does God know and love me, but He has a plan for me. My life has a purpose. A purpose that is meant for me, and me alone, to fulfill.

I may not have any unique abilities. But I do have talents and abilities that I use to praise God and spread His message of love.

I may not have a fancy job, or do anything the world sees as important. But I try to help those around me, and ease their burdens where I can. Little actions can make a big difference.

I may not write any great novels, or invent any handy appliances, or discover any cures to terrible diseases. But I can, and will, raise a child who will be a force for good in this world. A child who has the potential in her to change the world for the better. A child who can uplift and serve others, and be a shining beacon of God's love.

I may merely be a stay-at-home mom with one kid, no college degree, no job, and no particularly useful skills.

But I am me. I am unique. I am the only one who is all of the crazy things that I am. My life has meaning, and purpose, and direction. And I am precious to my Father in Heaven. He doesn't see me as expendable. He doesn't think I'm useless. He never, for even a moment, forgets who I am. I am known to Him. I am cherished by Him. I am important to Him.

I knew before I ever came to this life that I would have trials. I would go through terrible times. I would know pain, despair, agony. But you know what? I agreed to all of that.

I agreed to go through heartbreaking loss, so that I might know the incredible beauty of love.

I agreed to suffer agonizing trials, so I could learn to appreciate the bliss that comes with peace.

I agreed to deal with unbearable pain, so I would understand indescribable joy.

Everything in this life has its opposite. As Eve understood, we need to pass through sorrow so that we can learn what joy is. You can never fully appreciate what it means to have good health until you've been sick. Opposites are a necessary part of life - one that we all agreed to before we came to Earth.

For me, today was a day of both wretched despair and unbelievable joy. It hurt like crazy to go through the first part of my day, when I was wracked with anguish over the idea that I might have no worth. But from those painful depths I rose and soared to great heights through the love of my Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.

I know who I am. I am a beautiful, beloved daughter of my Heavenly Father. I am strong. I am intelligent. I am worthwhile. I have the power to change the world, and make it a better place.

And I am loved. Loved by a beautiful husband and daughter. Loved by brilliant, amazing parents and siblings. Loved by incredible, generous friends. And loved by God, the most powerful being in the universe; my very Creator.

And not one person on that list thinks I'm useless or replaceable.

When Brains Go Bad

My brain hates me. I feel like I've addressed this before, but I don't remember what post it was and I don't feel like looking it up. The jist of it was this: My brain always sends me dreams about Ben cheating on me or leaving me or losing interest in me. My brain is kind of sadistic. And I've come to realize that it's (obviously) my own insecurities causing the dreams. My husband is amazing, and I love him, and often feel that I don't deserve him. I feel like he can do much better than plain ol' me. And thus, I get the nightmares.

But my husband, for whatever reason, is crazy about me. Certifiable. He'd do anything for me. As I'm typing this, he's in the kitchen making brownies because I'm supposed to take brownies to the women's broadcast at my church tonight, and I'm having such a massively terrible day that I just don't have the energy to do it myself. So he's doing it for me. No complaints, no heavy sighs, nothing to suggest that he might have something better to do. He's amazing.

A while back, I finally really let myself believe that Ben is head over heels in love with me and devoted to me. Since then, I have had very few - if any - nightmares about him leaving me.

So, my brain being the sadistic jerk that it is, it's finding other ways to mess me up.

While Ben was gone, the weight of our infertility was off of my shoulders for a while. He was deployed, so I couldn't get pregnant anyway. I missed him, a LOT, but from this one perspective, it was a bit of a vacation. I didn't have to think about the six and a half years of failed attempts to have a second child.

He came home, and it was awesome. Because having him home IS AWESOME. But of course, no matter how hard I tried to not think about it, the monthly "what if?" battle began again in the back of my head.

I told myself, "You're probably not pregnant. After six and a half years, what are the odds it would happen now?" But I couldn't help thinking, "maybe..."

I said, "It doesn't matter. It'll happen when God wants it to happen. It's out of my hands. Don't worry about it." But in the back of my mind, I was aware of every weird change to my body or mind that could, POTENTIALLY be a sign of pregnancy.

I repeatedly thought, "It's no big deal. Don't think about it. If you think about it, you'll hope, and then you'll be sad when you're not pregnant. We've been doing this for six and a half years! Too many heartaches to count. You're almost certainly not pregnant. So don't think about it. Don't hope. DON'T HOPE." Because, in situations like this, "hope" is a four-letter word in all the negative ways.

But you can't help it. No matter how good you've gotten at not focusing on it, not dwelling on it, not even thinking about it, that tiny hope is always in the back of your mind.

And I'm going to tell you something - I have gotten good at it. I used to stress out about it, but now I live my life without much pregnancy-related stress at all. I've gotten really good at pushing everything down and telling myself that it will all be okay.

But that doesn't mean that the hope isn't there. And where there's hope, there's inevitable disappointment.

However, I've gotten pretty good at that, too. Yesterday, when I found out that I wasn't pregnant, I was fine! I didn't cry or anything. I was a bit short-tempered for a few minutes, but I got over it quickly. I told myself it didn't matter. It'll happen someday. Or it won't.

I don't want my life to revolve around my infertility. Granted, it's something that I don't really keep quiet about, either. I'm not afraid to share my struggles with people, usually in the hopes that my experiences might help them with whatever they may be dealing with. And it is the biggest trial in my life. It's certainly been going on for the longest. So yeah, it's a part of my life. Even a big part of it. But I don't want my entire life to be centered on my infertility. That's not healthy.

So, while it hurts, and while I talk about it pretty frequently on my blog, that's only because it is a big part of my life. And sometimes a girl needs to vent. But it's not the most important thing in my life. Most days, I don't even think about it.

But this is not one of those days.

As I mentioned earlier, I was fine yesterday when I found out that, as usual, I wasn't pregnant. It wasn't a really big deal.

But then, last night, my brain made up for the lack of Ben-centered nightmares and did something truly sadistic.

Last night, I dreamed the same thing the entire night. I even woke up twice and went back to sleep in the hopes that my dream would change.

It didn't.

In my dream, we were living in an ancient empire where, in order for a new emperor to rise, a human sacrifice had to be made. So they chose a person who made little to no contribution to society. Someone who wouldn't be missed.

They chose me.

"You can't have more kids," they told me. "Your daughter is grown enough that she doesn't really need you. You don't have a college degree, or a job. You're good with music, but that isn't really necessary for society. You don't contribute in any way that has any meaning. So it makes sense that you would be our sacrifice."

I dreamed this dream, in many variations, all night long.

So, I woke up today feeling like not only am I a failure as a mother, but also as a human being.

I don't have a college degree. I did six years of college, but I have nothing to show for it. So I can't get a job that makes any decent kind of money.

I don't know how to do anything useful, like fix a car or computer; sew a decent anything; cook anything particularly nutritious or tasty; do taxes or perform surgery or give grand speeches. I don't have any skills of inspiration or persuasion. I can't even convince people to attend a party or a church activity!

So what do I do? I'm a stay-at-home mother with one really easy kid. All I've really wanted from life was to be the wife of a good man (at least I nailed that part), and a mother to a whole flock of children. Instead, I'm the human version of "Parenting for Dummies." I have one easy kid who requires very little parenting. A monkey could do my job.

The only things I'm good at are things that are nice, but not really necessary.

I play the organ at church, but I could easily be replaced by an iPod. And the iPod would make fewer mistakes.

I take pictures, but let's be honest: anyone with a decent camera can do that, too.

I can sing, but there's about a million other people in the world who can sing, too, and most of them much better than me.

I can act, but really, that's purely frivolous entertainment. It's fun, but not really useful. I'm certainly not good enough as a singer or actor that anyone would ever pay me for it.

I really don't do anything that has any genuine value. And I never live in one place long enough to really leave a lasting impression on anyone. Once I move away, I just slowly fade out of people's memories. After a while, it's like I was never there in the first place.

I'm so replaceable. 

So, yeah. Today has been pretty crappy. My brain hates me for some reason, and made that abundantly clear last night. The funny thing is, I never really thought any of those things about myself before. I always thought I was a fairly cool chickie (despite using words like "chickie"). So I'm not sure where my brain is getting all of this from. I had no idea that I had so much self-loathing in my subconscious.

But when I think about it, my brain has a point. What good am I, really? I don't really do anything particularly useful. I just kind of... exist.

I suppose that's true for most people, though. I had just always liked to think that maybe there was a greater purpose for my life than just "existing."