I have a sous chef in the house who likes to get creative with the spices. Lately, I have not been able to find anything in the cupboard because someone else has been using it. It was time to get organized.
I can find everything easily now, and Mark’s go-to spices have their own container. Why does this thrill me so much?
I did it to the medicine cabinet, too.
You know how it goes. You think you’re set for the next little while, life is predictable or at least monotonous, and one little thing shifts and zap, everything that was fine is no longer manageable. Maybe you don’t know. But that was me this morning. I figured I would face the day only if I could be late to my class so I wouldn’t have to talk to anybody. Fragile: Handle with Care, my label would read. I listened to uplifting music and took great care to keep myself still. Around 8:30 I noticed my friend’s newly published book was sitting in the entry in its packaging. I cried as I read her acknowledgements and introduction. Her book is amazing and absolutely beautiful. Someone then knocked on my door, returned a dish, and was extra kind in her words to me. She didn’t mention the smudged mascara under my eyes. But I think she saw a happy person at the door, because I was by then. I needed a boost, and Heavenly Father was quick to deliver today. He has been extra close all day. I felt Him in the words of scripture, in the kindness of my friend at the door so early in the morning, in a message of gratitude, in an accomplishment of a friend, in the wave from my neighbor as she got her paper, and in being able to figure out a solution to a problem. He made it possible to manage today. He always does.
The evening light began in a shade of eerie steel blue and then turned gray with snow. We switched on the four wheel drive and made our way in the blizzard to the airport. We had the wrong time for the flight, so we sat in the park and wait lot for an hour and a half, watching snow rush past in horizontal sheets. We conserved our resources and kept the truck off until it got too cold and I asked Richard to turn on the heat for a few minutes. No keys. Anywhere. We hadn’t left the truck, but they were simply not there. We got out of our seats, opened a door and searched every crevice with flashlights. Finally, after several minutes going through pockets outside, and just as I began my prayer, Richard was back. The keys had fallen down one leg of his snow pants. Salvation in wool socks up against the heating vents. We read our books in silence, every now and then one of us calling our traveler but not getting through.
Our precious traveler retrieved, we made it back to our house, but now 7 inches of snow covered our driveway. Richard cleared the driveway until past 11 pm. Courage in snow pants and an old parka. As I drifted off to sleep, the smoke alarm sounded. Dead battery. Dead tired parents. I got a few hours of sleep before waking at 4 to write to Daniel. It’s a small part of valor, but I claim it.
Today the demon storm shows its effects in the sunlight. Glittery diamonds in a shocking field of blue-white cast their reflection, brightening dim corners in the house and in my mind. Winter has worked its magic and we are friends again.
Tonight we ate cake to celebrate Daniel’s first six months on his mission.
My sister Sarah sent me a book for a surprise, along with a kind note. I got it on the snowy day when we were stranded at home because the plows couldn’t get to our street until early evening.
Paige is in New York this weekend for an illustration conference. Her boyfriend came to dinner on Sunday. We like him.
5 new feet of snow fell at Alta ski resort.
My week has been punctuated by time with friends, and wow, it has been so fun.
Begin by answering the primary questions. There are primary questions and there are secondary questions. Answer the primary questions first. Not all questions are equal and not all truths are equal. The primary questions are the most important. Everything else is subordinate. There are only a few primary questions. I will mention four of them.
1. Is there a God who is our Father?
2. Is Jesus Christ the Son of God, the Savior of the world?
3. Was Joseph Smith a prophet?
4. Is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the kingdom of God on the earth?
By contrast, the secondary questions are unending. They include questions about Church history, polygamy, people of African descent and the priesthood, women and the priesthood, how the Book of Mormon was translated, the Pearl of Great Price, DNA and the Book of Mormon, gay marriage, the different accounts of the First Vision, and on and on.
If you answer the primary questions, the secondary questions get answered too, or they pale in significance and you can deal with things you understand and things you don’t and things you agree with and things you don’t without jumping ship altogether.… the best of all human conditions in this life is not wealth, fame, prestige, good health, the honors of men, security, or even—dare I say it—good grades. As wonderful as some of those things are, the best of all human conditions is to be endowed with heavenly power; it is to be born again, to have the gift and companionship of the Holy Ghost, which is the source of knowledge, revelation, strength, clarity, love, joy, peace, hope, confidence, faith, and almost every other good thing. Jesus said, “The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, . . . shall teach you all things.” It is the power by which we “may know the truth of all things.” “It will show . . . [us] all things . . . [we] should do.” It is the fountain of “living water” that springs up unto eternal life.
…Answers to the primary questions do not come by answering the secondary questions. There are answers to the secondary questions, but you cannot prove a positive by disproving every negative. You cannot prove the Church is true by disproving every claim made against it. That will never work. It is a flawed strategy. Ultimately there has to be affirmative proof, and with the things of God, affirmative proof finally and surely comes by revelation through the spirit and power of the Holy Ghost.
I heard someone say recently, “It is okay to have doubts.”
Lawrence E Corbridge, “Stand Forever,” BYU Devotional, January 22, 2019
I wonder about that. The Lord said, “Look unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not.” I have a lot of questions; I don’t have any doubts.
This talk was good and I have been waiting for the transcript to become available so I could share it with you. The ideas were well developed and new. He spoke with power. I loved it.
It’s wilderness week for our family’s study of the New Testament. Our goal is to spend time in our own wilderness each day to learn from Heavenly Father…before we look at our devices and screens. Wish us luck. Here’s the journal sheet.
On Monday I warmed up leftovers for dinner: two bowls of Chinese food, smoked chicken, vegetables, fried potatoes, and more. It was a varied and impressive sight, but we ended up running to McDonalds for some cheeseburgers when the boys were still hungry.
The next day, I cooked for hours: my best soup, a favorite sausage dish, colorful spinach salad with fresh strawberries, and homemade chocolate chip bar cookies. Tim walked in and asked, “What’s wrong?” (Has someone died?) The boys had a dentist appointment and came home with instructions not to drink hot liquids. So, this was another dinner fail for the boys and they didn’t eat my masterpiece.
Wednesday I threw a homemade quiche in the oven as I raced out the door to a parent meeting for Frisbee and a family history class. I was gone for four hours and by the look of the leftovers, I don’t think this meal was a hit, either.
Tonight I went for the tried and true spaghetti. Mark and I didn’t finish because by the time we were all home together to eat, we had to go to piano lessons.
They were lovely meals for those who could eat them.
I just looked through my last few posts and I want you to know I am not sad. I have arrived at some understanding and wrote it out. When I am not writing serious posts, I am dancing in the kitchen, chuckling at James Herriott stories, eating lemon bars, and drinking in the sunlight.
I have always had meaningful work at church until five months ago. Even after out-of-state moves, I was busy at church within a month. I count these last five months as some of the most trying of my life. I have continued to minister to people on my own, and that has been sweet and saving, but there was a dread that crept in every Saturday night when I remembered that church was the next day. I wanted to partake of the sacrament, but I was sad to have nothing to do at church. (I was given a church job but I had to wait several months to act.)
For the first time in my life, I was experiencing what it feels like to be the marginal person whom people do not ask for help. Sure, I had a husband and children on the bench with me, so I looked like the model church goer, but my spirit was living on the margins.
Meaningful work is one key to mental health. The timing of school starting and no longer home schooling, Daniel going on a mission, and being released as RS president meant that I lost almost every piece of meaningful work in the same month.
I am coming out on the other side of that pain now and I am glad I went to church each week, even when it was hard.
I am glad I followed the prophet’s 4 tasks given to the women of the church, even though I was so angry at the time. Those tasks weren’t token acts to show I was being good. This was preparation for meaningful work in a home centered church.
The other night I was looking at pictures from the last five months, and you know what? I don’t look the way I felt inside. I actually have a bit of a glow in my smile. Where was God during all of this time of pain? His Spirit was right inside of me, holding me up and teaching me. I had a private tutor, guiding my thoughts and giving me courage to keep going. I see it now. At the time, I thought I was living on the margins of the flock, unnoticed, but I was actually being upheld by God. There is no better inclusion than that. I know God a little better now, and he is with the people on the margins.
I have spent an insane amount of time looking at short videos of Mark’s Scout Troop playing in the snow at the Klondike Derby this weekend. It brings me such delight to hear the boys’ voices and see them trying to run in snow pants and colorful parkas against a snowy background. It is the end of childhood and they are playing. My heart!
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin
Simple, uncomplicated me, just dipping my toes into being a mother of adults, wonders, “What do I know?” Very little. Nothing at all. But I delight in hearing my friend Julie Smith speak, whose book, The Gospel According to Mark, A New Rendition, was just published. I delight in seeing little boys happy, in seeing Paige’s actual palette of paints, in hearing Tim’s friends laughing in the basement, and watching Richard enjoy the lemon bars I made. There is depth and validity in those delights. It was a good weekend.
This is my favorite time of the morning, when the sun moves beyond the mountain’s shadow, usually an hour after the valley sees the sun.
I take pictures of the house because I am thankful for it. We look at magazines or Instagram for inspiration for beautiful spaces, but they are usually photographs of rooms without people. Why does this please us? Rebecca Solnit wrote about this, and came to the conclusion that we dream of possibilities when we see a clean, clear room. But what about when the empty room also reminds us of times lost? I have a beautiful, empty kitchen and I wonder how I came to this so quickly, when life was so full before. There were four children with very different needs and interests to keep up with. Homeschool filled my life. There were projects at the kitchen table, art supplies everywhere, books on every surface, and piano music throughout the day. We sang together and we went places. Now it is just the crumbs of connection after long days of school and homework. I am not saying I believe we can or should go back to what we had. It’s just that today, I ache for what was. We have entered a bristly phase at home, and lately I can’t say the right thing. Stillness will be my lot for a while, whether I am alone or not. But the home is beautiful and comfortable for us when we can be together. We have conformed. We have conformed to much. We have also grown and achieved more than these walls can contain. An empty kitchen is just one evidence of the progress of our children to independence. I will learn to bear it.
Last night, I awoke and couldn’t get back to sleep. I started thinking of the difficult things and the easy things I do. Included in my “difficult” list were big things (personal) and little things like having to leave the house. Ha! The easy things were kind of brainless, and included things such as looking at the news on my phone. Next, I thought about the really rewarding experiences I have had recently. Only one thing on the “rewarding” list was “easy.” Everything else that provided a rewarding experience was “difficult” for me, meaning it required courage, energy, work, or uncertainty. I visualized a Venn diagram of Difficult things vs Rewarding things and it had almost complete overlap, or correlation.
I need to learn not to fight against growth so much. The discomfort of ignorance and traveling to night classes is turned to awe at my fellows who have paid the price to learn things and for my God who created it all in the first place. The discomfort of reaching out to someone is overshadowed by the increase in my own spirit as I do it, regardless how the person reacts. Dealing with infirmity brings perspective and clarity that would otherwise be absent. God simply cannot be indebted to us. He is abundance and grace and generosity, even and especially in our difficulties.