tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50333677301772955592024-03-04T22:28:42.770-08:00hey, jodehey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-75242744100848771742024-02-06T12:12:00.000-08:002024-02-06T12:12:13.326-08:00The Main Thing<span style="font-size: medium;">The Main thing</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;">is to keep</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">the Main thing</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">the Main thing.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> (Elder Gong)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Jesus Christ is our Main thing. My love for him runs deep. I am a sponge for learning and knowing about him. I owe him everything. </span></div>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-45912425794485814012023-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:002023-11-14T06:15:16.547-08:00Another Awakening<p><span> </span> Last Friday morning our ukulele group practiced in the park. (The Senior Center was closed because of Veteran's Day) Our seating arrangement had us scattered across picnic tables; some facing our leader, and some behind her. The weather was perfect, and with almost 30 players, it's always fun.</p><p><span> We sat right behind our leader and "Jim" sat on the end of our bench. Jim is a single, seasoned guitar and ukulele player. Currently, after his retirement with the fire department, he plays at scheduled gigs during the week to brighten lives of many. He's a good and talented man. But he, like most of us, had to listen a little closer to hear. And his patience was thin. He began to be an obstacle in the progress of our efforts. At one point, he didn't have a copy of the piece we were playing. So I gave him my copy and easily read off of Randy's. He did mutter, "Thank you." But as time went on, he became more and more a hindrance. Our leader struggled with him, but showed great patience as she centered on his "needs". </span></p><p><span> </span>After class, I hovered around our leader. I knew she needed a pat on the back for her patience. She appreciated the pep talk. And walking out over the grass, I heard a friendly voice ask what we had planned for our new week. I turned to meet another friend. She and her husband had been sitting beside us, knowing "Jim's" struggles. I told her I hadn't thought too much about the new week yet. That we had just completed a busy week, and I was glad for the new beginning. I also shared my concern for the discord at our corner of class, because she was there, too. And we talked about how quickly the year has gone by, and if Halloween is over, Christmas is going to fly by. And to enjoy it all, we need to take a deep breath and smile.</p><p><span> </span>Then she said something profound. "My husband and I have been talking about how life can be overwhelming. We have said more than once, "'That can be a good thing!"' All of a sudden, I wanted to hug her. Those were the words I needed to hear. It humbled me that as hard as I try to stay on a faithful track, here was a woman that was on a higher track. I admired her outlook, and knowing she had a different Christian background than mine, made me appreciate the similarity more. I wanted to be like her. We both laughed and agreed, "We should write that on a T-shirt!"</p><p><span> </span>In a flash, I was awakened with my frustrated thoughts of Jim. About my uncalled for speaking out about him. About my busy life that is flying by.</p><p><span> (deep breath)</span><br /></p><p> <span> </span>It was a beautiful fall morning. I could wear a sweatshirt. Birds were singing. People were happy, playing or listening. I look forward to Friday mornings. With Randy. These are sacred holidays that only come once a year. I sat by Jim. I'll be more forgiving.</p><p><span> These are all Good Things!</span> </p><p><span> </span><br /></p><p><br /></p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-28870437468804189732023-01-02T12:17:00.002-08:002023-01-02T12:30:23.649-08:00<p> With 2022 behind us, we look back in awe of the blessings we have experienced and felt. Not many could top a beautiful mission to Hawaii. We met blessed, angelic people all around us. Mixed with the beauty of the island, we were in heaven. We learned and loved, and learned and loved some more. We returned to sunny Arizona in April, reconnecting with family and friends we missed so much. There is no place like home - or our own bed! And it was heaven to be with family again.</p><p>We accepted callings and made up callings. (Randy offered to take on the empty nesters)We had 2 baptisms (September - Maddy, and October - Audrey) That meant two quilts lovingly made. We joined back up with my ukulele group (Randy, too!) We look forward to the fun people there every week. Randy continues his gardening and yard beautifying skills here, even though he misses the tropics of Hawaii, where everything there <i>wanted </i>to grow! He also played Santa twice this season; thinking those days might be over. I took on piano, again; but only with grandchildren. It is a pleasure! Seven littles come every week. They take it seriously and we pulled off a "Grand" Winter recital in December - a beautiful event that added courage and confidence to their sharing skills. The senior living center was filled with smiles all around. </p><p>With the new year ahead, I look forward with hope. Life is life. Lessons are lessons. So thankful for learning, for cheer leading, for prayer, for smiles, for family, for knowledge that Jesus Christ is our loving Savior, who loves us more than we can imagine. So thankful!</p><p>One of our hymns in church yesterday, was packed with promise for the new year -</p><p><i> "Come, Let Us Anew" (Page 217)</i></p><p><i>Come, let us anew our journey pursue</i></p><p><i>Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear.</i></p><p><i>His adorable will let us gladly fulfill</i></p><p><i>And our talents improve</i></p><p><i>By the patience of hope and the labor of love,</i></p><p><i>By the patience of hope and the labor of love.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><br /></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i> </i></p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-28418560633267924092022-07-30T22:48:00.001-07:002022-07-30T22:48:30.034-07:00#1<p> While we served on our mission to Hawaii, I was bothered by a tooth that hurt more than usual. I really hated the thought of going to a new dentist. Who wants to go to a dentist other than their own? But I pursued one because I didn't want to worry. There was a dentist located close by where we lived. He was nice and qualified, but referred me to an endodontist. From there, I was referred to an oral surgeon. The surgeon diagnosed the problem. It was my #1 tooth. My wisdom tooth. But so much time had passed that the pain subsided, so I put off making an appointment for an extraction. Days and weeks went by and before we knew it, our mission was over and we were back home. I made an dentist appt. with my own dentist here. And I was happy to hear her diagnosis was the same as the Hawaiian oral surgeon. It was my #1 wisdom tooth. I even had a little conversation with her about why people have wisdom teeth anyway? (I guess, back a few ages ago, people needed wisdom teeth for survival.) she gave me a referral for an oral surgeon and off I went.</p><p> I made an appointment with Randy's oral surgeon, since he is currently having work done. So, I bypassed my dentists recommendation. This would be another new Dr. for me, which is not my favorite thing. Last Thursday was my appt. His office was in Queen Creek, where I had never been. It was pouring rain, and I was late because I was lost. Randy offered to drive me. When I walked in, everyone was busy. So I took a seat. Shortly the front desk girl called me and lead me back to a quiet, and spotless room. I took a deep breath. A new doctor. </p><p> I heard his voice greeting from the back. He came around and shook my hand. I sized him up carefully. He was courteous, confident, and alert. He made small talk for a minute and then held up my Xray to the light. As he pointed out the tooth to be extracted, I nodded my head as if I knew exactly what a problem Xray looked like. But I was surprised to hear him refer to my problem as being my #3 tooth. How could that be? From 2 previous sources I was certain it was my #1 wisdom tooth. I listened as he ask if I would like a post or a bridge. My tongue slid across my 1st molar and I realized it was indeed closer to the opening of my smile than I imagined. Maybe a post would be better. But why was I making plans for a surgery on a tooth I never planned on? Then he ask if I would like to be sedated during the procedure, or not. I opted to be awake - as long as I am numb. It was about then that my courage kicked in. I explained I had been lead to think my #1 wisdom tooth was the problem; by 2 different dentists. What didn't I understand? He held up the Xray again and pointed out that this Xray plainly shows my # 3 molar. "There is not even an image of your wisdom tooth on this Xray. This is the tooth." He had his evidence. I was confused. He left as I was still stunned. The office girl came in and handed me a form to sign showing I understood the procedure and to mark my initials on 15 items of information. Then, before she handed me the pen, she pointed to a 3 digit total for the procedure. She lead me out after I signed, and lined me up for payment. She could have been referring to the payment of a consultation or the 3 digit payment, it was unclear. Either way, I hardly stopped at the desk before I turned around to her explaining my husband was in the car and I would be right back after I counselled with him before I committed. I knew he would be frazzled at the amount, whatever it was. And before the door closed behind me, I faintly recall hearing her voice to invite him in. </p><p> As I stood at the window of the car, my heart raced. I needed to get out of there. I explained it all to Randy and we both agreed I needed to connect with my dentist before I did anything else. So, I walked back in with fortitude. I approached the office girl who was waiting outside the office for me. I explained that I couldn't commit until I spoke with my dentist about the confusion. She quickly motioned for me to come back in and visit with the Dr. one more time. I was shown to the room I had just left. It was currently occupied by a new patient. The embarrassed office girl and a handful of chair side girls who were curious, hung around to get in on the hubbub. They lead me instead to an empty room with a left over chair side girl from the last patient there, who thought she could help if I explained my concern to her first. Just then the Dr. walked back in. I was embarrassed for taking him away from his busy routine schedule, but he stood in front of me again, with a room full of curious workers that thought it was their job to line up behind me to be in on the confusion. I started from the beginning; how it started in Hawaii. I just wanted him to know I had valid reasons to clarify. To question. He held up the Xray again. Then he pulled out his tapping tooth tool. I was to tell him when I felt pain as he tapped each one. No pain. No pain. No pain. There was silence. He had his evidence, but this was MY tooth. Then I explained to him I would get back to him after I visited with my dentist, just to be sure. I was escorted out, leaving a buzz of chair side girls behind me. I wasn't to worry about any payment due today. </p><p> We drove home after hashing out all that had happened. I went right to the phone to call my dentist as soon as I walked in the door. Her front office girl was there. I explained who I was and about what had just happened at the oral surgeons office. She grabbed my chart. Her next words were all I needed to hear, "Yes. It's your #1 wisdom tooth." She could have said more, but I had tuned out. I was not crazy. She said she would contact the oral surgeons office for me. </p><p> About 2 hours later, and after office hours, my phone rang. I was surprised to hear a woman's voice. She let me know she was the oral surgeon's office manager. I could tell this would be a listening conversation for me. Her words swirled around and around and I was curious where she was going with her call. Then she apologized for "the little mishap" that had happened in their office today. She was cautious as if she thought I might blow up. But I listened. "The Xrays the doctor was reading for you today were someone elses." All I could say was, "Wow." Then she explained that the doctor felt so terribly about this that he would like to offer to do the surgery on the right tooth, complimentary. I was floored. But relieved. My emotions were everywhere, but mostly for the doctor. I had to imagine what had transpired in his office when I left, until they realized the mistake. Somebody. Somehow. He could have lost his whole livelihood if I had been bitter. I wondered if he was counting his blessings or crying all night for fear it would come back to haunt him. I felt for him.</p><p> The next morning we left without my phone. I was anxious to get back because I had a feeling my dentist would call. When I got home, sure enough, there was a text from her. She apologized for the confusion I had gone through as she had learned mistakes were made at the surgeon's office. She wanted to know if I would like a different referral. I texted back asking her if she had any doubts that he was a good surgeon. She replied with accolades. "He really is an excellent clinician", she said. She suspected he has a new assistant or administrator who jumbled things. I told her I had already made an appointment with him. </p><p> In 2 weeks I am scheduled for surgery at his Gilbert office. If he had had an opening the next day, I would have jumped on it. Now, every day that goes by I recall the confusion. And I begin to question if I am doing the right thing for me. Either way, I still feel for him. But mostly I'm comforted to know that I acted with my heart. Something wasn't right. I knew it. I spoke up without hesitation for me. I am the winner in this no matter what. Once again, I have miraculously dodged another bullet to add to my collection of miracles. </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-15938074729690033682021-04-11T19:35:00.002-07:002021-04-11T19:37:32.329-07:00Our First Discussion<p>Yesterday we rode along with 9 other new missionaries, along the North Shore of Oahu, in a big van from the airport. We were excited to meet, visit, and learn about this beautiful island. The driver noticed our chatter and began asking questions about who we were. There was not a moment of silence before our leader, Sister Peterson, who was sitting next to me in the seat behind him, piped in confidently, telling him we were new missionaries to be serving at the PCC. </p><p>“Have you ever heard of the PCC?” She ask.</p><p>“I think so. Is that where they have a big luau and dancing....up by a MormonTemple?”</p><p>“Yes!” She said</p><p>“If I came to the PCC, could you get me in for free?” He said kiddingly. </p><p>“Only if you are a dancer.” She said.</p><p>“Tell me about what you do in your temple?” He said.</p><p>(a little silence) “We perform sacred ordinances and covenants. We get married/sealed for eternity there. Are you married?” She said.</p><p>“Kind of.” He said.</p><p>“If you want, you can walk around the Temple and go into the Visitor’s center for free, any time you want. It’s beautiful there!” She said. </p><p>“Could I go inside the Temple?” He said.</p><p>“Only if you are a member of the church.” She said. </p><p>“I think I remember something about your church that happened recently.....”. He said</p><p>(we finally realized he was talking about General Conference)</p><p>“What do you talk about in General Conference? Do you hear new things every time? Who can hear the Conference?” He said. </p><p>“It is an international broadcast that anyone can hear. From leaders of our church. About how we are all children of God and we should reach out to each other in love and kindness no matter where we are from. About Jesus and his life on the earth. His commandments...” We began to all chime in.</p><p>“Do you believe in the Bible?” He said.</p><p>“Oh, yes. His life on earth is for everyone to learn about. The Book of Mormon is another testament of Christ. Remember in the Bible when Jesus said ‘There are other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd. The Book of Mormon is a record of those other sheep.’</p><p>After an impressive conversation that proved Sister Peterson’s knowledge of the Gospel and how to interact as a true missionary, we drove into the parking lot of our destination. </p><p>Then, the driver’s words, “I have a kind of confession for you.....”</p><p>(silence)</p><p>“I am a member of the church!”</p><p>We had just been duped. His name was Jordan and was a returned missionary from Brazil.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-65207891533022243262021-02-25T04:44:00.001-08:002021-02-25T04:44:20.391-08:00<p> "Let God Prevail". A talk given last October general conference by President Nelson. This has been a meaningful talk this week in the "6 weeks of study" in preparation for April conference. I could have copied the talk word for word, but the highlighted parts are where it speaks to my heart the most:</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><header style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino-Roman, serif; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 3.556em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><h1 data-aid="144619279" id="title1" style="--height: 50px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 2.333em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: unset; top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Let God Prevail</h1><div class="byline" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 1.778em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p class="author-name" data-aid="144619281" id="author1" style="--height: 21px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-medium, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.222em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">By President Russell M. Nelson</p><p class="author-role" data-aid="144619287" id="author2" style="--height: 42px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-medium, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints</p></div><p class="kicker" data-aid="144619292" id="kicker1" style="--height: 56px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-light, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.778em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p></header><div class="body-block" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino-Roman, serif; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p data-aid="144619297" id="p1" style="--height: 84px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">My dear brothers and sisters, how grateful I am for the marvelous messages of this conference and for my privilege to speak with you now.</p><p data-aid="144619302" id="p2" style="--height: 196px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">For the more than 36 years I’ve been an Apostle, the doctrine of the gathering of Israel has captured my attention.<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note1" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">1</sup></a> <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Everything</em> about it has intrigued me, including the ministries and names<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note2" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">2</sup></a> of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; their lives and their wives; the covenant God made with them and extended through their lineage;<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note3" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">3</sup></a> the dispersion of the twelve tribes; and the numerous prophecies about the gathering in our day.</p><p data-aid="144620308" id="p3" style="--height: 84px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I have studied the gathering, prayed about it, feasted upon every related scripture, and asked the Lord to increase my understanding.</p><p data-aid="144620308" id="p3" style="--height: 84px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p data-aid="144620312" id="p4" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>So imagine my delight when I was led recently to a new insight. With the help of two Hebrew scholars, I learned that one of the Hebraic meanings of the word <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Israel</span> is “let God prevail.”<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note4" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">4</sup></a> Thus the very name of <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Israel</span> refers to a person who is <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">willing</span> to let God prevail in his or her life. That concept stirs my soul!</i></p><p data-aid="144620316" id="p5" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>The word <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">willing</span> is crucial to this interpretation of <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Israel.</span><a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note5" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">5</sup></a> We all have our agency. We can choose to be of Israel, or not. We can choose to let God prevail in our lives, or not. We can choose to let God be the most powerful influence in our lives, or not.</i></p><p data-aid="144620316" id="p5" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br /></i></p><p data-aid="144620321" id="p6" style="--height: 280px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">For a moment, let us recall a crucial turning point in the life of Jacob, the grandson of Abraham. At the place Jacob named <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Peniel</em> (which means “the face of God”),<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note6" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">6</sup></a> Jacob wrestled with a serious challenge. His agency was tested. Through this wrestle, Jacob proved what was most important to him. He demonstrated that he was willing to let God prevail in his life. In response, God changed Jacob’s name to <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Israel,</em><a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note7" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">7</sup></a> meaning “let God prevail.” God then promised Israel that <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">all</em> the blessings that had been pronounced upon Abraham’s head would also be his.<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note8" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">8</sup></a></p><p data-aid="144620325" id="p7" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Sadly, Israel’s posterity broke their covenants with God. They stoned the prophets and were <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">not</em> willing to let God prevail in their lives. Subsequently, God scattered them to the four corners of the earth.<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note9" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">9</sup></a> Mercifully, He later promised to gather them, as reported by Isaiah: “For a small moment have I forsaken thee [Israel]; but with great mercies will I gather thee.”<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note10" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">10</sup></a></p><p data-aid="144620329" id="p8" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">With the Hebraic definition of <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Israel</em> in mind, we find that the gathering of Israel takes on added meaning. The Lord is gathering those who are willing to let God prevail in their lives. The Lord is gathering those who will choose to let God be the most important influence in their lives.</p><p data-aid="144620329" id="p8" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p data-aid="144620333" id="p9" style="--height: 84px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>For centuries, prophets have foretold this gathering,<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note11" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">11</sup></a> and it is happening right now! As an essential prelude to the Second Coming of the Lord, it is <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">the most</span> important work in the world!</i></p><p data-aid="144620333" id="p9" style="--height: 84px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i> </i></p><p data-aid="144620337" id="p10" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This premillennial gathering is an individual saga of expanding faith and spiritual courage for millions of people. And as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or “latter-day covenant Israel,”<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note12" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">12</sup></a> we have been charged to assist the Lord with this pivotal work.<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note13" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">13</sup></a></p><p data-aid="144620341" id="p11" style="--height: 196px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">When we speak of gathering Israel on both sides of the veil, we are referring, of course, to missionary, temple, and family history work. We are also referring to building faith and testimony in the hearts of those with whom we live, work, and serve. Anytime we do anything that helps anyone—on either side of <span class="page-break" data-page="93" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span>the veil—to make and keep their covenants with God, we are helping to gather Israel.</p><p data-aid="144620345" id="p12" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">.......................................</p><p data-aid="144620358" id="p15" style="--height: 224px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After Jill’s father passed on, the word <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">myopic</em> kept coming to her mind. She opened her heart to understand even more deeply that <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">myopic</em> meant “nearsighted.” And her thinking began to shift. Jill then said, “<em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Myopic</em> caused me to stop, think, and heal. That word now fills me with peace. It reminds me to expand my perspective and seek the eternal. It reminds me that there is a divine plan and that my dad still lives and loves and looks out for me. <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Myopic</em> has led me to God.”</p><p data-aid="144620358" id="p15" style="--height: 224px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">.........................................</p><p data-aid="144620362" id="p16" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;"><br /></i></p><p data-aid="144620362" id="p16" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;"> </i><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit;"><b>Are <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">you</span> willing to let God prevail in your life? Are <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">you</span> willing to let God be the most important influence in your life? Will you allow His words, His commandments, and His covenants to influence what you do each day? Will you allow His voice to take priority over any other? Are you <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">willing</span> to let whatever He needs you to do take precedence over every other ambition? Are you <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">willing</span> to have your will swallowed up in His?<span class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note18" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">18</a></span></b></i></p><p data-aid="144620396" id="p26" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p data-aid="144620396" id="p26" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>You do not need to wander or wonder.</b></i></p><p data-aid="144620398" id="p27" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p data-aid="144620404" id="p29" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>When your greatest desire is to let God prevail, to be part of Israel, so many decisions become easier. So many issues become nonissues! You know how best to groom yourself. You know what to watch and read, where to spend your time, and with whom to associate. You know what you want to accomplish. You know the kind of person you really want to become.</b></i></p><i><span class="page-break" data-page="95" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; height: 0px; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; pointer-events: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></i><p data-aid="144620406" id="p30" style="--height: 196px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="font-weight: inherit;">Now, my dear brothers and sisters, </span><b>it takes both faith and courage to let God prevail. It takes persistent, rigorous spiritual work to repent and to put off the natur</b></i><b><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit;">al man through the Atonement of Jesus Christ.<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note19" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">19</sup></a> It takes consistent, daily effort to develop personal habits to study the gospel, to learn more about Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, and to seek and respond to personal revelation.</i></b></p><p data-aid="144620409" id="p31" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>During these perilous times of which the Apostle Paul prophesied,<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note20" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">20</sup></a> Satan is no longer even <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">trying</span> to hide his attacks on God’s plan. Emboldened evil abounds. Therefore, the only way to survive spiritually is to be determined to let God prevail in our lives, to learn to hear His voice, and to use our energy to help gather Israel.</b></i></p><p data-aid="144620413" id="p32" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>Now, how does the Lord <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">feel</span> about people who will let God prevail? Nephi summed it up well: “[The Lord] <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">loveth</span> those who will have him to be their God. Behold, he loved our fathers, and he covenanted with them, yea, even Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; and he remember[s] the covenants which he [has] made.”<a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note21" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em;">21</sup></a></i></p><p data-aid="144620416" id="p33" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b>And what is the Lord willing to <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">do</span> for Israel? The Lord has pledged that He will “fight [our] battles, and [our] children’s battles, and our children’s children’s [battles] … to the third and fourth generation”!<sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note22" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">22</a></sup></b></i></p><p data-aid="144620416" id="p33" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p data-aid="144620416" id="p33" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><br /></b></i></p><p data-aid="144620416" id="p33" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br /></i></p><p data-aid="144620419" id="p34" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p></div>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-75486870080749416302020-12-08T15:21:00.000-08:002020-12-08T15:21:10.557-08:00Happy Birthday, Dad<p> Yesterday was Dad's birthday. He would have been 95. I miss him everyday. On Sunday we met for fast Sunday dinner at Jon and Shelly's for the first time since they completed the remodel of their home (Mom and Dad's address) It was nice to be together. I sat at the lazy susan outside and tried to imagine if I was sitting where Dad might have sat. He loved that table. And he loved the people around it, no matter who they were. He was always inviting someone. But he loved his own family around it the most. He would always sit in the same spot. We all knew where he'd be. Then Mom would be next to him. Lots of dinners to remember with love! Then Jon announced the dole whip ice cream was ready from Dad's machine that had been in hibernation during the remodel. About 1 1/2 years. It never tasted better! </p><p>Yesterday, Jon and Shelly, Jim and Richelle, and Randy and I planned to go out to dinner for Dad's birthday. Covid rules the world currently, so we knew we'd have to be careful and social distance with masks. We followed Jon's truck as he took the rest.....to Arby's. We trailed west up Elliot Road. Then north on Val Vista. We turned west again on Baseline. Then just before we got to Gilbert Road, where Dad spent so many quick stops for he and Mom, Jon turned South onto a back road for delivery trucks that ran behind a strip mall. We faithfully followed Jon and Jim. It was dark. We hung right. Then left. Then over and around. After what seemed like 10 minutes of driving, we ended up at the North side of the strip mall. Now we could follow him across the big parking lot to find a space next to Dad's Arby's. When we all got out, Jon informed us that that was the back roads route Dad would have taken, and just to remember him best, he purposely led us that way! The drive through line was very long, so we were glad to be going inside. Except they weren't serving from inside. So we got back in our cars and found a place in the long drive through.</p><p>We headed back to Jon's and enjoyed thinking of Dad as we ate the same things he would have eaten there. I prayed and felt his love. Jon spoke up and recalled that when he got dressed yesterday morning, he put on a long sleeved plaid shirt. Then he put on a pair of khakis. Then a belt Dad used to wear. And had worn one of Dad's hats (from our Hawaii trip) all day. He had purposely stood back to look at himself in the mirror before he left the house, to think of Dad. Jim was proud to be wearing a heavy flannel jacket that could have easily been Dad's. And Randy, just before we jumped in the car to drive to meet at Jon's had come out of the house wearing the Buehner Block gray zip up sweatshirt. We talked, laughed, reminisced, compared notes, and planned a See's candy box to be delivered to Aunt Janice for Christmas from her favorite brother's children (the Buehners and Clawsons). </p><p>I look forward to being with my brothers. I look up to them so much. So thankful for Dad's evident love for us. Happy Birthday Dad! </p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-36605937437822796762020-10-26T16:44:00.001-07:002020-10-26T16:47:40.425-07:00Short Sighted Sarcasm<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #d45311; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.778em; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: 700;">Until We Meet Again</span></p><header style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino-Roman, serif; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 3.556em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><h1 data-aid="140430809" id="title1" style="--height: 50px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 2.333em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0.125em 0px 0px; padding: 0px; position: unset; top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Short-Sighted Sarcasm</h1><div class="byline" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 1.778em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p data-aid="140430812" id="p1" style="--height: 21px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-medium, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.222em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">By Becky Craven</p><p data-aid="140430817" id="p2" style="--height: 42px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-medium, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Second Counselor in the Young Women General Presidency</p><div class="image-cropper" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clip-path: circle(49% at 50% 50%); font: inherit; height: 60px; margin: 0.222em auto 0.889em; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 60px;"><div class="" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="Becky Craven: Young Women Second Counselor General Presidency." class="headshot" data-assetid="c7f3345b5093b64204a2ae6d79bcc782b813dcd7" data-deprecate-web-url="young-women-presidency-portrait-craven_2139645.jpg" data-img-id="2139645" data-missing-asset="false" id="img1" src="https://assets.ldscdn.org/c3/2b/c32b94008a2e2d9adaa5536d1c49a0b38b728eea/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png" srcset="https://assets.ldscdn.org/c3/2b/c32b94008a2e2d9adaa5536d1c49a0b38b728eea/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 60w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/42/c6/42c6319ef90db703c9f39cf86845c92376dcd65c/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 100w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/99/b7/99b76617f3705e2b8b90c30efacce05edc4ddd72/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 200w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/76/ab/76abf7743dd58cd3253b6daa6a5554ea0cd83524/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 250w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/81/da/81da87db73b555a599ef0513d76b912e27f95019/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 320w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/12/9b/129b6c17761dc84269af8667ac81862d8c784dc6/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 500w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/e9/de/e9de3baf36cbf91b5ace6830c79cc5a6273c54ea/young_women_presidency_portrait_craven.png 640w" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font: inherit; margin: -3px 0px 0px; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 60px;" /></div></div></div><p class="kicker" data-aid="140430821" id="kicker1" style="--height: 28px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif-light, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.778em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Our words should be kind, to promote love and unity.</p></header><div class="body-block" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino-Roman, serif; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><figure class="image no-print" id="figure1" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0.889em 0px 1.778em; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="Dialogue Bubbles" class="" data-assetid="b53810f1490e1d144c5c4221ce90adc3cf4606f0" data-deprecate-web-url="two-dialogue-bubbles_2247562.jpg" data-img-id="2247562" data-missing-asset="false" id="figure1_img1" src="https://assets.ldscdn.org/7b/04/7b04840c42f1800db7bdfa08a859aa4d015d91e5/two_dialogue_bubbles.png" srcset="https://assets.ldscdn.org/7b/04/7b04840c42f1800db7bdfa08a859aa4d015d91e5/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 60w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/c2/8e/c28e1e26901992a5bf9989a283b75a22dc742df0/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 100w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/1c/ce/1cce27c5224c5741f128a9572cbff43d31fbab28/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 200w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/99/f9/99f94594651ce7e83859a89bbb812cc57b35d444/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 250w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/8c/82/8c828a7e7dddfc65c9e0105e5a03e7f7f8600f97/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 320w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/d6/4c/d64ca7e31e7ab4dcc1ff67a3a66acc15b8a58737/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 500w,https://assets.ldscdn.org/1d/65/1d652da860003eb9f2ee6b3e8e79d74123b78b8c/two_dialogue_bubbles.png 640w" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 0.444em; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 512px;" /></div><div class="credit" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0.222em 0px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p data-aid="140430826" id="figure1_p1" style="--height: 15px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Sans", Zoram, "Zoram ldsLat", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.611em !important; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: 1.4 !important; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Illustration by Joshua Dennis</p></div></figure><p data-aid="140430832" id="p3" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I wasn’t just a short girl. In the schools I attended while I was growing up, I was the <em style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", McKay, "McKay ldsLat", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino Italic", Palatino-Italic, serif; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: normal; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">shortest</em> girl. Because of this, I was often teased. However, I didn’t allow myself to be offended. In fact, I often laughed with those who teased me. For whatever reason, I never felt bullied.</p><p data-aid="140430835" id="p4" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But there was another kind of humor some of my fellow students used, and it did hurt. Sarcastic comments, made in an attempt to be funny, often inflicted unseen wounds. Regardless of the intent, sarcastic remarks can pierce the soul like daggers. Perhaps this is because such comments are usually rolled around elements of truth.</p><p data-aid="140430839" id="p5" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">This is particularly the case among family members, whom we know well enough to make our sarcastic remarks to them very personal. What might seem comical to one person might not be so humorous from the other side. I believe that since we can’t know how sarcastic comments may hurt others, it is better not to use them at all.</p><p data-aid="140430844" id="p6" style="--height: 112px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Like most of us, from time to time I have said something sarcastic. Often I have wished, either immediately or later on, that I hadn’t. I have recently wondered how often I’ve hurt someone by my use of sarcasm. Have I been a bully?</p><p data-aid="140430848" id="p7" style="--height: 140px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">We generally overlook sarcasm as a type of bullying. But sarcasm can cut, berate, and belittle, and isn’t that bullying? Chances are that we’ve never considered ourselves as bullies, but when we throw sarcastic darts at another person, chances are high that they will feel injured.</p><p data-aid="140430853" id="p8" style="--height: 196px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">During the time of King Mosiah, the people of the Church were taught “that they should let no pride nor haughtiness disturb their peace; that every man should esteem his neighbor as himself” (<a class="scripture-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/27.4?lang=eng#p4" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mosiah 27:4</a>). Knowing that we are sons and daughters of Heavenly Parents should help us determine how we act, what we do, and what we say. And that means sarcasm is often short-sighted.</p><p data-aid="140430857" id="p9" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Remembering that others are also children of Deity should cause us to treat them with the utmost love and respect. When we speak to our fellow brothers and sisters and to our family members, we can promote love and unity as we heed the words of a well-beloved hymn: “Let us oft speak kind words to each other; kind words are sweet tones of the heart.”<sup class="marker" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.75em; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 0.1em; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><a class="note-ref" href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/#note1" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">1</a></sup></p><p data-aid="140430857" id="p9" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> *******************************************************************</p><p data-aid="140430857" id="p9" style="--height: 168px; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 0.889em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;">Because I realized today that my gentle sarcasm comes out more than it should. Because I am most sensitive to it myself, you'd think I would be more sensitive toward others; especially family members. Yet, because of my own "wounds" my response was disguised as OK. Gentle or not, sarcasm is sarcasm, and whether you are the giver or the receiver, and no matter how you try to disregard its intent or pain, it still zings. And it's just plain hurtful. When I heard this talk, this day, I was more intent to make a conscious change. I hope I never run out of things to tweak my life for the better.</span></p></div>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-28673396748209848382020-09-12T23:35:00.002-07:002020-09-12T23:35:28.132-07:00Who's Really in Charge, Here<p>Summer continued on. We had our medical appointments current in August, ready to add to the final steps of turning in mission papers. The time has gone by unrealistically, because COVID has turned life pretty different from the "olden days" a few months ago. With no one over 65 allowed at church. No temple open. No church buildings open. No school. Masks and hand washing and sanitizing often. No make up. Working from home. It was a good time for summer. And thinking about a mission, was unreal. </p><p>After we returned from the cabin in August, our temple recommends were soon to expire. So we were interviewed over the phone by Brother Shimimoto. A week or so later, the Bishop let us know he would send our mission paperwork on to the Stake President, bypassing our last interview with him. On August 18, we had an appointment with the Stake President. We were ready to talk about missions, but wouldn't have been surprised if this was only a temple recommend interview. To our surprise, he kept us both in the room as he interviewed us. He said he liked to interview couples together to feel their connections. The recommend interview went nicely. It was nice to sit next to Randy as we both answered those sacred questions together. Then, smoothly the conversation drifted right into our serving a mission. President Tinker sat securely at the helm as he listened to us express ourselves. And he was an inspiration to listen to as he encouraged us, with no fear or doubt of the current state of the world. Happily he explained the continued needs for serving a mission for senior missionaries. He didn't have details, but only wholeheartedly encouraged us. He was a pleasure and comfort for our wondering souls. We left that night with plans to turn the paperwork in right away, without hesitation. Again, <i>yes, yes, yes.</i></p><p>The drive home was when it hit. <i>What are we going to do about telling the kids? When? How? </i>I got a little teary, knowing they had no idea, even though our quest had started slowly about a year ago. It seemed to have spiraled into a mission call over night. The next morning I got a text from President Tinker. He wanted to make sure he understood us right. It seems that our preferred date to serve was in January. If he turned in the paperwork now, the call usually comes in about 3 weeks and the date of service is between 130 days. That would mean we could get called in October and leave before Christmas. As he explained this, we reconsidered the submission date to October, making a more doable time to ease the kids into learning about this. I was grateful President Tinker had called before he went ahead with sending the papers in. Now we could easily get the kids together to tell them what we'd been up to. It did startle us a little, knowing we could have had a serve date before Christmas! </p><p>Last week a phone call came from Salt Lake. A message was left on my phone and on our answering machine. It was from a nurse there, who was curious about a blood work number of Randy's that didn't seem right. She was going through our forms and came across this little discrepancy. She was friendly enough. but needed Randy to verify the number to make the forms read reasonably. She also had questions about my skin Dr. appointments and procedures. We both called our different doctors and called the Salt Lake nurse right back. It turns our Randy's blood work number was written 35.? After checking, the right number was 6! It was misprinted! I told Randy that was a really good reason to serve a mission. To have an excuse to correct the numbers now, so that when you are really in need, the faulty numbers don't kill you! Ending the call with the nurse, she made a comment that now our papers were in order and ready.</p><p>A little voice keeps nagging us. "You need to tell your kids". We bought ourselves another month after President Tinker altered the date. But now, with this nurse telling us everything was in order, it makes me wonder who is really in charge here? We have found ourselves saying, <i>Yes, yes, yes. </i> But haven't felt the reality of it until this week.</p><p>Tomorrow we tell the kids.</p><p> </p><p>But</p>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-34572831951152610302020-09-12T22:19:00.000-07:002020-09-12T22:19:53.159-07:00Alonna's Timely Call A couple of months ago, I messaged my friend Alonna Randall, who is serving a mission in Hawaii with her husband, Mark. Randy suggested I connect, to see how they were doing and find out a little about their mission. She messaged back with a good report. On asking her potential needs for their mission, she encouraged me to visit the Senior Missionary church website. A day or so later, we found ourselves scrolling back and forth over missions that looked doable. We were excited to see all the needs and places to serve. It was comforting. We started checking the ones where we could see ourselves, just for fun. Someday.<br />
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Last Friday night, we noticed a message on our machine from Alonna, leaving her phone number and encouraging us to call her. We waited until Saturday morning, since the time change was uncertain. We left a message back. Saturday afternoon, after the phone tag, she called again. This time we were able to visit. The conversation was surprising. She wanted to know if we had been thinking more about serving a mission. Their mission would be through in April. They were going to need to be replaced. Were we interested? How long would it take to be ready? Could we be ready by June? <i>Every answer I gave was affirmative.</i> If we were interested, she would gladly pass our information along to her Mission supervisor. And she would gladly share his info with us, so we could speak with him personally. The conversation ended with me encouraging her to pass our names along to him. An hour later, a text was sent that appeared on my phone. It was Brother Orams number along with another one for his wife, Sister Oram.<br />
The Buehner Family orange juicing party had just wrapped up and Randy hadn't returned home yet. Somehow I had to find a perfect time to tell him about this call. When he walked in and had to make a Costco run. I knew the timing was right. Just he and I. We drove along and I explained the call. He was interested. But then he wanted me to get Brother Oram's number, thinking that would buy him some time. I showed him my phone with both numbers. He was surprised. The urgency was clear.<br />
We let Sunday go by smoothly for all. But Monday morning I left for DUP (my history lesson ready), and I made him promise to call Brother Oram. When I returned, a few hours later, he and Brother Oram had had a good talk. They do indeed need replacements and if we are interested, we need to get the ball rolling. ("No guarantees" he said). The first thing we needed to do was make an appointment with the Bishop. Tuesday evening we sat in the Bishops office and explained our interest. He sent for the paperwork we would need. Wednesday we made Dr. appointments to be complete in April.<br />
......Thursday was a crazy day. The coronavirus was getting the best of the world. Conference gatherings were cancelled. Schools were closed, stores were mad with panicky customers (no TP), and our cruise to Hawaii with the Browns and Caffels was cancelled. No telling for how long. So, our focus became worldly, instead of spiritual, although there hasn't been a day in the week we haven't been sure we are still doing the right thing by turning in our mission papers.<br />
We leave in a few minutes for a Plan B venture (it's Saturday), to still get away with friends, only to northern AZ. My head is buzzing with uncertainty and I'll be glad to be back home in a week, but hopefully we will get away from the worry and uncertainty of the shape the world is in. I know we are meant to NOT FEAR.<br />
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<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-23681937779369165082020-05-22T17:05:00.002-07:002022-09-02T15:42:42.281-07:00Silently ScreamingIt's May 22, 2020. Corona virus is all around us. The world has made a giant change from the social life we thought was so common, since March. Masks, sanitizer, stalking for T.P, washing hands while singing "Happy Birthday" twice, social distancing (six ft. apart), schools out (last three months online), no church in our buildings, no Temple, no traveling, no Dr. or hair appts. (until this last week, only with a mask and an invitation from the parking lot to come in), television from commentators at their homes. . .<br />
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It's been odd. And the longer it lasts, I have to ask myself if I can live with it getting worse.<br />
I have done my own little share of silently screaming, while noticing others' wrestling with it, too.<br />
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I noticed from the beginning that my many colored sets of silky polka dot or striped pajama tops and bottoms could just as easily be worn mismatched. In fact, I purposely look for a mismatch anymore; somehow it makes me feel victorious!<br />
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I haven't worn make up for months, except on Sundays. And I think about the ritzy name brand stuff I used to only buy if there was a gift offered with a purchase. Fry's grocery store has been sufficient for all my quick make up needs. I have seriously ask myself if I could get by with one tube of Maybelline water proof mascara every three years; I don't care the color, they never had what I was looking for anyway. I look like a palomino pony without something. I told myself years ago I would never go without makeup. (That was after not recognizing a beautiful friend without hers at girls camp one year.) Could I really run around with no eyes?<br />
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And my hair. I prided myself on being a pure bred red head. I couldn't let people call me "blond" could I? Could I really let my hair go natural? People do it every day, but not if their coloring is fair, like mine. Without make up or hair color, I would look headless!<br />
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I just realized yesterday that the favorite lipstick I can't live without gets covered up every day with a mask! Why all the bother?<br />
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And another silent scream comes daily when I put on yet another pair of earrings. I've worn pairs I haven't worn in years. Oh, the colors, the shapes, the dangles. Everyday is a new ear adventure!<br />
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Henry made me feel good last week as he stepped in the door. His hair was perfectly combed. His smile and eyes were as bright as ever. His plaid collared shirt was buttoned up like he would be winning an award. I made a fuss over him as he confidently walked in. But as my eyes followed, I realized that under that dapper plaid shirt, was a beautiful pair of giant plaid flannel pajama pants and a pair of flip flops. All of a sudden I hoped this could be the new normal.<br />
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We received a darling photo from our elementary music teacher daughter in Utah. She and the other teachers were proudly waving on their former students as the parade of cars cruised past the school at the end of the year. I'm sure it was a little sad. But there she was, wearing a big smile, her pajama pants, and comfy t shirt; the new norm.<br />
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And yesterday, the day after online school got out, I had to cheer for Maddie and Eliza, proudly sporting their new purple tipped hair that was a family project earlier that day.<br />
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Silently screaming in our inward and outward appearances. I see it everywhere. But somehow it relieves the anxiety of knowing that even though things are different, we are all in this together. It's free. It's legal. It's creative. It's normal.<br />
Thank goodness for the silent screaming we have in common. And for colorful silky pajamas, eyes to see, hair to coif, blue lipsticks to choose, ears to hear, grandchildren to cheer for. Now where did I put my Miss Piggy slippers?hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-79243731084385122052020-03-18T13:12:00.003-07:002020-03-31T17:26:43.169-07:00My New BeginningLast Thursday, after learning our cruise to Hawaii had been cancelled because of the chaos of the corona virus, (which sadly would have made me cry in any other situation) we decided to hit Costco. Our priorities had been suddenly switched around and we found ourselves with a list of items we might need instead of suntan lotion.<br />
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Driving up, the parking lot was jammed like it was the day before Thanksgiving. We drove up and down, looking for a space. Finally we spotted a very pregnant woman unloading her purchases in a small car close to the front. We pulled close to wait, turning our blinkers on to signal our claim. Now we could see she had two overflowing carts with everything from cases of diapers to cases of cheerios. We patiently waited as she methodically packed her car from top to bottom and side to side. There was no way she could see out her back windows. She looked up long enough to catch our eye in approval as she rolled her cart to a safe place. Then she hobbled back to her car, carefully buckled in, and pulled out. As she passed us she did something I'll always remember. She waved in appreciation.<br />
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We could have been impatient. She could have been flustered. Life these days is bringing on evident stress to people we've never met. But in that moment it seemed each of us had empathy, despite the unrest of the world. I will always remember her quick wave of gratitude and will thoughtfully add this same gesture to my new beginnings as I face these crazy times.hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-87011359811738737352019-12-09T16:58:00.002-08:002020-05-29T14:43:21.903-07:00Christmas 2019Christmas, 2019.<br />
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We spent an wonderful Thanksgiving with all our children and families in and out, here in Gilbert. Heaven truly is felt when your children are together. We played, we laughed, we ate, we shopped, we met up with cousins, and we loved. The ones from far away are always a light. I am so thankful for the effort each one makes to be here when they know they'll all be together. That is a complete blessing! Brothers and sisters have connections that no other can share.<br />
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Last Thursday night, Kate performed in a huge Christmas choir that performed at the Mesa Center of the Arts. She looked so grown up. I'm so glad she appreciates singing with a choir; especially at Christmas. When the music started and those children joined together to sing as choirs of angels, the tears popped out of nowhere. So profound!<br />
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Then (last Friday), Randy and I flew up to Orem to be with Julianne and family. Emmie and Peter had a piano recital, Julianne had an orchestra concert, and Emmie was in a Christmas musical in the city. The thrill it gives a couple of Grandparents to witness their own far away kids perform at Christmas! My eyes fill with uncontrollable tears at the sound of Christmas music anyway. But when it's your own! Well, let's just say, I can't wait until next year.<br />
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Julianne and Brenden were so gracious, even through rushing to get kids everywhere. They willingly took the time to pack us all in the car and drive to Salt Lake Saturday night (amid massive traffic and crowds), to walk on the grounds of Temple Square under the breathtaking Christmas lights. After this year, the temple will go under a reconstruction for four years, and the lights most likely won't be as wondrous. All with happy hearts, happy kids, and even a gelato stop in the middle of 30 degree weather! We appreciated the trip SO much! As Randy and I get older, simple things become more meaningful. This was a Christmas to remember. We got home last night in time for the beautiful Christmas Devotional from SLC.<br />
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This morning, I participated in a Light the World RS group at the nursing home. Carianne had volunteered she and I to play a duet (Jingle Bells). We sang and shared, wearing our Christmas colors to the hilt. A wonderful program was given in a spontaneous style, which made for sweeter. At the end, Maddie, Lettie, and Eliza sang "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" all decked in their Santa hats. Yay for sharing Christmas with united smiles, songs, and happiness.<br />
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Tonight I am headed to the Higley Center of Performing Arts to see Henry perform with his school. He loves to sing, too. Thank goodness for Christmas and the chances to Falalalala! And for children. And for grandchildren.<br />
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It's only December 9. I have enough Christmas in me to carry me through.<br />
Our children will be spread apart for Christmas day. That's OK. We do see them a lot, which we are extremely thankful for. We'll be fine, especially with memories implanted so far.<br />
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I'll be busy wrapping and taping myself with their joyful gifts of music, especially the carols proclaiming His Holy birth. And drying my eyes when I think of their sweet angelic voices.<br />
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<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-13327761230145586162019-10-21T00:05:00.000-07:002019-10-22T09:37:24.243-07:00"Mom" ClawsonTonight at 8:10 sweet Grandma Clawson passed away peacefully. <br />
This morning, hospice was scheduled to come by Jean's. The family was anxious, knowing Grandma had become weaker and weaker in recent days. Did we still have hope?<br />
Randy received a phone call from Jean this morning after hospice left. She was calling all the siblings. Our hope was running out. Her 94 years on this earth was close to an end.<br />
Randy tearfully packed a bag and headed off to Safford, connecting with one last brother, Allen.<br />
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The day has been heartfelt. I'm sure anyone close to her clung to the thought of eternal life. It takes a time like this to ponder blessings we have all received from knowing and loving her. <br />
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I for one have pondered today about memories of her I was privileged to have from age 26. Randy came along about then, and I was so pleased to meet his loving mother. He was going to ASU, but his home was in Safford. It was a beautiful home, lovingly decorated and designed by Olive. She had an eye for comfort, great taste, and pink. Their home had been selected to show as a Christmas House for a charity the year before we were married. It was the first time I had been there. It was a Christmas fairyland, and she was tickled pink. Olive was offered any item to keep as gesture of thanks for the use of their home. She chose a beautiful pink satin bedspread that had made a statement on their king size bed. It remains on their bed tonight as I reminisce.<br />
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I will always be so thankful for the fast friendship Olive and CB were to my parents. I was the first to marry in my family, but there was instant friendship and love between them that made for a lot of harmony on both their parts. We took some fun family trips together with both our parents. And each set of parents was always interested in how the other set was doing. They considered each other valued friends.<br />
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There was never a Thanksgiving, or family gathering that didn't include a kitchen full of lovingly prepared food. And oh, the heavenly smell. Big dinners rarely catered to only their children or grandchildren. So many meals we gathered together with strangers some of us had never met. A home teacher, a new friend, a long lost cousin, someone in the ward without family to share with. <br />
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I love Randy, and because I do I have always called Olive, "Mom". I love her dearly, too. She has shown such interest in me and our little family. I could never walk into her home without her standing to greet me the minute she saw me. I always felt a part. <br />
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She had a thing for being cheerful. She would remind us how important it was to be cheerful. She was. <br />
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And when we were ready to leave, she would stand again and walk us out to the car, never letting us leave without a big hug and a look of love in her eyes.<br />
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I will continue to reflect on her goodness for years to come. But the last time I saw her was a little over a week ago. Carianne, Vita, and all their children drove with Randy and I to Safford to visit Grandma C. It was important to them, which I am so grateful for. We hovered around her in the hospital bed we weren't used to. It was placed right in front of the window of Jeans back door. So she could see the sun and the sky she loved. And so she could greet loved ones like us with a huge smile and a listening ear. Her arms reached out to hug each of us with love. It didn't matter if some of us were unfamiliar, she knew we loved her and more than that, we knew she loved us. We laughed and talked and showed off our dolls and treasures and if we had stayed, she still would have soaked in our stories. As we walked out the door, with waves of love, I will always remember not wanting to look away. The smile on her face was as bright as it ever was. And she waved until I thought her arm would ache. I'll never forget leaving and witnessing such a sweet farewell.<br />
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I know there is a heaven where we can be together again eternally. I know that she was greeted in a grand reunion tonight by her loving husband, CB. And her two beautiful small children who have missed her until now, and she them. Her parents and many others that have been cheerleading for her for a long time. She lived a full and grateful life. Always prayerful and obedient. She will gain a beautiful reward. I will miss her influence, hugs, and cheerfulness. But I know she is in a beautiful place, with people that have saved a seat for her. She is happy. And like the Primary song sings, "You've served me well, my little child. Come into my arms to stay."<br />
<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-36650531318249821112019-05-16T09:40:00.001-07:002019-05-16T09:41:10.322-07:00A quote from our DUP meeting last Monday:<br />
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hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-39737634318555013822019-02-10T14:51:00.000-08:002019-02-10T14:57:22.269-08:00Yesterday was a good day. We attended a funeral of a giant of a man we knew from Corona 2nd ward. Steve Lepetich was honored thoughtfully by each of his children. Their children all went to school with our children. He was a practicing OBGYN in Tempe and Gilbert who had delivered over 18,000 babies, much to the joy of that many mothers, fathers, grandparents brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles. For 34 years, his tender care was profoundly felt as each child, to him, came straight from God. He knew he was working on earth to deliver heaven sent babies, and everyone in the delivery room felt it. Many of his writings were shared, something that was new to a neighbor or coworker, but all too familiar to his children. He influenced so many people in the church and out. The Stake center was filled to capacity. He was one year younger than Randy and I. Two weeks ago, suddenly he had a heart attack and passed away. You would think a tragedy like this would affect his own dear family, but the shock rippled on to friends, mothers to be, church and work associates, etc. After learning more about him yesterday, it was clear that he was always anxiously engaged in good things (family, love of God, nature, life). He didn't waste time. The program was touching, as it showed photos of so much and so many he loved. The back cover was what impressed me the most. There was a perfectly placed family photo of he and his wife (Shelley), sitting with his 94 year old mother in between them in the front. Behind them stood each of their married children and all of their 14 grandchildren. The photo had been taken last December, just two months ago. <br />
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It's times like this when I realize life is short. There is nothing like a real tragedy to overshadow some minor drama (blown way out of proportion) that reminds you what is really important in life. People, especially the ones you promised to love and cherish for eternity are the prime importance , no matter what. The smiles, the forgiveness, the serving, the love beyond measure because no one can take their place, the golden rule, the friendship, the peace, the catching when one of you falls, the not giving up on eternal things...It's times like this when life seems so short. <br />
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Also, on the back of the cover, was a poem he penned.<br />
"Reflections in windows reflecting our lives.<br />
So why don't people try to open their eyes.<br />
Look for the beauty in each tiny while.<br />
And answer that window with a true friendly smile."<br />
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Life's minor hurdles don't matter. Our loved ones do.<br />
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I am soft to these inspirations at this point in my life. Each one of our children, I love so dearly. And now there are sons and daughter in laws who love those same children fiercely, which brings me peace. And don't get me started on our precious grandchildren. I'm thankful for reflections. I'm thankful for my countless blessings. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for eternal life. I'm thankful.<br />
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Jesus stood tall
Because He was prepared
To withstand the temptations,
So hollow.
We, too can stand strong
As we stuff our souls full
Of the teachings
He wants us to follow.
We had 8 girls here. I made manicotti ahead. We talked about hollow things, comparing them to Satan and his "hollow" temptations that Christ was able to overcome because of His strength in being prepared from a young boy, through Heavenly Father's plan. A big manicotti noodle was shown as a visual aid to encourage the girls not to be like that (Satan). Then I served the warm manicotti and compared the stuffing inside (cheeses, spinach, onions, sauce, etc.) to the Savior's strength. We talked about how we can build our souls with "stuffing" in our day (scripture study, service, kindness, commandments, etc.),so we are padded with strength to be like Him. Each girl ate every bit except one, who was leery of the tiny spinach pieces.
Then we played pick up straws (hollow) around the table.
I sent them home with a manicotti recipe and this poem I wrote.
For a treat, I cut into a hollow chocolate apple to seal the point. It was depressing. But I cut it into 8 sizable pieces; no caramel, no nuts, no peanut butter, no truffle, etc....
Don't be a manicotti!</div>
hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-57743742830188668152019-02-07T09:29:00.002-08:002019-02-07T09:29:58.106-08:00Elliot Ward talk (January 27, 2019)
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Randy said I could introduce us if I wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But introductions always sound better coming
from twenty or thirty something year olds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You wouldn’t want to hear about our meeting at the ASU institute choir
back in the day, would you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you wouldn’t
want to know Randy was born and raised in Safford with 10 siblings, while I
grew up in Scottsdale Stake, having 3 younger brothers would you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or that we just moved here in October after
spending 30 years in Tempe South Stake, or that <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Randy retired from APS in December after 35
years, or that he just gave up his little green- no air-part of the family-Toyota
truck with 242,000 miles, would you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Speaking of family, we do have 4 wonderful married children and
11 gifted grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Through the years
we spent many a family gathering at my <u>parents</u> home here on east Vaughn,
where we heard most of your names and a lot of your stories in praise. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, we couldn’t get a word in edgewise if
we wanted. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are delighted now to put
your faces to those names.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And to
hopefully serve you as you so lovingly served them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The topic given to us today is <u>Hope and Change through
Faith and the Atonement</u>:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">About a month ago in Relief Society we had a lesson about
what can bring the light of Christ into your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot of times, <u>my</u> peace and light is
found in the Hymns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So here are a few
beautiful lyrics about Hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe you
can recall the hymn:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I hope they call me on a mission -I hope by then I will be
ready -I hope that I can share the Gospel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, Hope of every contrite heart</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">More Hope in His word</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And I Hope by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And filled with Hope in His pure love, we sing with one
accord</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured
many things, and hope to be able to endure all things</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There is Hope smiling brightly before us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With Hopes bright flame alight in heart and mind</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Thy Hope, thy confidence let nothing shake</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Loud may the sound of Hope ring ‘til all doubt departs</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A thrill of Hope, the weary world rejoices</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In a talk given by Steven E. Snow in the April 2011 General
Conference, he says” Hope is an emotion which brings richness to our everyday
lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is defined as “the feeling
that … events will turn out for the best”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When we exercise hope, we “look forward … with desire and reasonable
confidence”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hope brings a certain
calming influence to our lives as we confidently look forward to future events.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I thought about our new “Choose the Right” cirriculem when <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elder Snow said, “As parents (and Grandparents
or loved ones), we find our fondest hopes center around our children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We hope they will grow up to lead responsible
and righteous lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our being a good
example is a key.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must spend time
with them in family home evening and worthwhile family activities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must teach them to pray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must read with them in the scriptures and
teach them important gospel principles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only then is it possible our fondest hopes will be realized.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Family Proclamation is great
encouragement for us also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At our house
we have a shelf of children’s books.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Disney stories are what the Grandchildren like to hear most.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But just as they know every small detail
about Disney, they could also recall every detail in a scripture story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Apostle Paul wrote that we “should plow in Hope” (1
Corinthians 9:10).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The exercise of hope
enriches our lives and helps us look forward to the future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether we are plowing fields to plant or
plowing through life, it is imperative we, as Latter Day Saints, have hope.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the gospel of Jesus Christ, hope is the desire of His
followers (us) to gain eternal salvation through the Atonement of the Savior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is truly the hope we must all have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is what sets us apart from the rest of the
world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Peter admonished the early
followers of Christ to “be ready always to give an answer to every man that
asketh you a reason of the Hope that is in you”(1Peter 3:15).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had a profound experience I will always remember when I
was set apart a few months ago to serve with the Activity Day girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Bishop set me apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But those weren’t the only words he used.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set me apart<u> from the world.</u><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before then I hadn’t thought about how
perfect being set apart from the world was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That means that the girls I serve, if I am worthy, can learn to
recognize the wonderful eternal blessings and Love our Savior has for them
through the Atonement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That, in turn,
sets them apart from the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure
a lot of you have received the same blessing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our hope in the Atonement empowers us with eternal
perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That allows us to look
beyond the here and now on into the promise of the eternities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where we are free to look forward to
celestial glory, <u>sealed</u> to our families and loved ones.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My own mother taught me about hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ten or so years ago, she and I stood in an
elevator, ready to visit my Dad in the hospital after having quadruple bypass
surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we pushed the level 4 button
to ride up, Mom said, “Let’s have a prayer.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Before I could reasonably explain that the door would surely open before
we were through, I could see her eyes had closed and I heard her voice in quiet
prayer, pleading, thanking, and empowering us with a kind of spiritual,
hopefilled clothing to face the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When the doors opened, a few seconds later, there we stood facing
incoming elevator riders; looking quite normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But they had no idea the spiritual dressing room they were entering, as
we peacefully walked out adorned in our higher hopes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">President Uchtdorff taught, “Hope is one leg of a three
legged stool, together with faith and charity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>These three stabilize our lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">From the last chapter in the Book of Mormon, Moroni
wrote:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wherefore, there must be faith;
and if there must be faith there must also be hope; and if there must be hope
there must be charity.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">President Nelson has taught that faith is rooted in Jesus
Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hope centers in the
Atonement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charity is manifest in the
pure love of Christ’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These three
attributes are intertwined like strands in a cable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Together they become our tether to the
Celestial Kingdom.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In closing, I love this story about Mary Murray Murdock, who
joined the church in Scotland as a widow of 67 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a small 4’7” tall and barely 90 lbs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had 8 children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of her size, her children and
grandchildren affectionately called her “Wee Granny”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her son John Murdoch, and his wife joined the church in 1852
and left for Utah with their two small children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In spite of his family’s own hardships, four
years later John sent his mother the necessary funds so she might join the
family in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With hope much
greater than her small size, Mary began the arduous journey west to Utah at age
73.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After a safe passage across the Atlantic, she ultimately
joined the ill fated Martin handcart company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On July 28 these handcart pioneers began the journey west.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The suffering of this company is well known.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of the 576 members of the party almost one
fourth died before they reached Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More
would have perished if not for Brigham Young who sent wagons and supplies to
find the stranded snowbound Saints.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mary Murdoch died October 2, 1856, near Chimney Rock,
Nebraska.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here she succumbed to fatigue,
exposure, and the hardships of the journey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her frail body simply gave out under the physical hardships the Saints
encountered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she lay, clinging to
life, her thoughts were of her family in Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The last words of this faithful pioneer woman were, “Tell John I died
with my face toward Zion.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mary Murray Murdoch exemplifies the hope and faith of so
many of the early pioneers who made the courageous journey west.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elder Snow says, “The spiritual journeys of
today require no less hope or faith than those of the early pioneers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our challenges may be different, but the
struggles are just as great.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When Nephi prophesied of Jesus Christ at the closing of his
record, he wrote, “Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in
Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men”
(2Nephi 31:20).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This perfect brightness of hope is the hope in the
Atonement, eternal salvation made possible by the sacrifice of our Savior,
Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This hope has led men and
women through the ages to do remarkable things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Apostles of old roamed the earth and testified of Him and ultimately
gave their lives in His service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As we strive to better ourselves and our families with new
beginnings this year, I hope we can be steadfast in Christ; with this perfect
brightness of hope in the Atonement. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
that we can be ready to answer with conviction, our testimonies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love this gospel!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know Joseph Smith was lead by unwavering
faith and hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know the Book of
Mormon is the word of God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that
President Nelson is our prophet on the earth to receive heavenly guidance for
us. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that Jesus agreed, with Heavenly
Father, to suffer for us every pain we could imagine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He died for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then he rose again, to show us that we
can live with Him and our dear loved ones eternally. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the name of Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-1753466377672955112018-12-15T22:10:00.000-08:002018-12-15T23:07:24.567-08:00 I was ask to come this week to Relief Society with thoughts about what helps me feel peace in Christ. I thought about this for days, but I would always be lead to one thing: Music. I have a thing for music, but when I pondered what gave me peace in Christ, it was more the lyrics. So I began making a list in my head of the lyrics that replay so often in an ordinary day; while I'm driving without the radio, while I'm getting gas, when I see someone in need, when smiles are exchanged . . . <br />
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I have so many hymn lyrics memorized. Each one is a testimony of truth, and that brings me peace in Christ. Lead Kindly Light has a phrase I love: "Lead Thou my feet. I do not ask to see the distant scene, one step enough, for me." One step in front of the other is all I need. He will lead me on. <br />
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With it being the Christmas season, it's easy to ponder words of Christmas carols. In fact, I have a "small" collection of carolers, that spend 11 months of the year in boxes. But when Christmas comes, we spread them throughout the house. They help me imagine the heavenly hosts and choirs of angels that sang and proclaimed Jesus's birth. "Joy to the World, the Lord is come. Let earth receive her King! Let every heart prepare Him room! And Heaven and angels sing! Rejoice. Rejoice! Sing in exaltaion!"<br />
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What peace this brings. <br />
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" Oh, Holy Night" has lyrics I love.<br />
He knows our need. To our weakness no stranger. Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!<br />
and then<br />
Truly He taught us to love one another;<br />
His law is Love and His gospel is Peace;<br />
Chains shall he breaks, for the slave is our brother, <br />
And in His name all oppression shall cease.<br />
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus praise we;<br />
Let all within us praise His Holy Name<br />
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This brings me peace<br />
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"Good King Wenceslas" is a meaningful, musical story with lyrics that go on for verses. But His goodness is so Christ like. I think of the King and his page, who <u>together</u> go out into the snow to bring in a poor, cold man, so they can serve him food, warmth, and shelter. On their way, the page, who can hardly stand the cold says,<br />
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"Sire, the night is darker now<br />
And the wind is stronger<br />
Fails my heart, I know not how<br />
I can go no longer"<br />
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then the King says<br />
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"Mark my footsteps, good my page<br />
Tread thou in them boldly<br />
Thou shall find the winter's rage<br />
Freeze thy blood less coldly."<br />
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then<br />
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In his master's step he trod<br />
Where the snow lay dinted<br />
Heat was in the very sod<br />
Which the Saint had printed.<br />
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I can imagine myself worrying, but Christ has already marked the footsteps, all I have to do is tread in his prints, and I'll be warm. This brings me peace.<br />
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And last, but not least<br />
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"I Belive in Christ"<br />
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I'm thankful for the soothing hymns of joy, and especially the lyrics that bring me peace in Christ. <br />
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<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-62941250664361408162018-11-09T15:05:00.000-08:002018-11-09T15:21:33.725-08:00Grand Children (written in 2015)I love my Grand children. Their beauty takes my breath away. The other night we had dinner with a couple that hadn't seen our grand children. It took Randy all of a split second to whip out his i phone to display 7 darling images. They oooood and awwwwwd courteously and I was pleased at their reaction. But I wanted to say, "Did you see his precious little hands? Did you notice the sweet little laugh lines under her beautiful eyes? Look at their little pink knees now that they've learned to walk. And what about the sweet 6 year old smiles with a lost tooth or two?<br />
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Just like most grand parents, time stops as I bask in the latest photos sent. Or when I run to the front door to answer their little tapping knocks, and see small pink faces in anticipation of fun. Sometimes they just let themselves in. Oh, the light that fills the rooms. Their voices, their playing, their sweet heads on my shoulder. . . .<br />
It's like the song that never ends. "I could go on and on, my friends . . ."<br />
I'm stuffed with granditude! hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-40643660988898793292018-06-05T14:49:00.003-07:002018-11-09T14:25:03.150-08:00When I See Her AgainLast week as I was happily working in the temple, I stopped short. Anyone observing could have heard my audible whispered gasp. The room was still, except for a woman who suddenly appeared, walking in my direction. I stood spellbound, and soaked in all of her glory over a split second, as if it were slow motion.<br />
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How familiar she seemed. From head to toe, she could have been my Mother. Her height, her small build, her softly curled hair style and color, her old glasses she wore when Dad was alive, her newer temple dress, her sweet hands that held gently on to sacred things. She walked slowly, with humility and intent, along her side of the aisle. I stood on the other side, not wanting to disrupt the moment. She didn't see me staring. She knew her purpose there. And as she passed, it would have broken the heavenly bubble enveloping me if I had followed her. Besides, I knew if I didn't hurry to the nearest tissue box, I would be a complete mess. <br />
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She went on her way. And I tried my best to hide the uncontrollable tears. My encounter lasted only a few seconds, but in that space a sweet blanket of knowledge draped over me, leaving a distinct impression what it might be like when I see her again. I knew my feet could not run fast enough to hold her tight enough. My heart raced with loving delight as I imagined my own angel Mother there before me. <br />
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My assignment changed to a part of the temple close to where I knew the woman would be. I could have peeked in to find her, but my heart was already full, knowing I couldn't ask for more than the validation of Heaven I had already received. I will replay this sweet experience in my heart for a long time; especially the part about fervently running to Mom with grateful tears and open arms to hold her tighter than tight when I see her again.<br />
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hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-83992744461694353362018-05-22T09:31:00.001-07:002018-06-05T12:49:19.207-07:00Who'd a Thought?<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I’d like to thank Carol Tuttle for her inspiring book called
"Dressing Your Truth".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has developed a
system by which people can be categorized according to 4 different style
types.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been intrigued by this
since first learning about her (10 years ago), enough to study her concepts
without investing a small fortune in her online guidance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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A couple of months ago, a friend loaned me this book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now was my chance for self diagnosis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She tells from the beginning that her angle
is not to label you, but as you learn the descriptive style concepts, you will
begin to label yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>OK.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Let’s do this!<br />
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I scoured the book, looking for my type.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I read and reread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The descriptions were divisive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could see the differences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After completing the book, I had no more a
clue to what my own type was than when I began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, this is where the thanks come in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned a great life lesson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could identify with each of the types
enough to label others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Definitely the
people around me, who influence me for good or not so good, fell right into those
descriptive types.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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I learned that by recognizing their types, I could approach
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could more easily put myself in their shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I could forgive, rejoice with, root for, and be thankful for being
taught by them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned that by understanding my own type
wasn’t paramount after all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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If by chance I come to discover my own type (through DYT),
it won’t be because I am searching anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks to Carol Tuttle, my
intrigue has shifted to understanding others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-42439578182243053962018-04-17T15:29:00.002-07:002019-05-16T09:49:10.383-07:00Overwhelmed I depended on my right eye all my life. My left eye was always the weak one. My mother said when I was a little girl, the eye
doctor recommended putting a patch over the good right eye, to help
strengthen the left. They called it a lazy eye. But knowing that would
also cause unwanted attention, she hoped it would someday strengthen
itself. I must say, being a red head with a catchy last
name, running around with an eye patch might have done me in. She did have compassion.<br />
Back in January, I had cataract surgery. My good right eye, was starting to fail. Lights became glarrier at night, reading ordinary print made it impossible without a magnifying glass, reading music became embarrassing; since everyone knew I could sightread, and wearing a watch required a big face with the ultimate of contrast. <br />
Thinking about all the changes I was making to convince myself and others I could see, makes me sad. I used to love book clubs. Writing and creating were exciting to me. But playing the piano started to make me nervous instead of joyous. And driving at night was now dangerous.<br />
No more.<br />
After the surgery, I wore a patch for one day and they removed it the next. Driving home, I was overwhelmed at the detail and color of this beautiful world I had forgotten was so vivid. The change was night and day. We passed landmarks with details that had always been there, but that I had not seen. Peoples' features were so clear it made me think I could have been a great dermatologist!<br />
After a month of regimented eye drops and now reading 20/20, I went in to have the left eye done. The contrast between the two now, was a cloudy day compared to a sunny one. Plus I had to know if the vision would miraculously improve. Modern technology makes it easier to consider this even once. Now I was going for it twice; being thankful there weren't three eyes.<br />
Learning the left eye would never read as good as it started (20/40), I was overjoyed with the detail I gained back and had been missing for so long in it also. Colors are bright. Details are clear. Depth perception is gageable. Threading a needle is possible.<br />
But last week, sitting in my ukulele class with people and music I gave up knowing for a few years because I couldn't read the chords, I was in heaven. I pinch myself frequently and am humbled, realizing my eyes are back. The eyes that I pretended would do. A big piece of my life is back. And my gratitude is huge. <br />
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<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-89609317457919419722018-03-14T21:21:00.002-07:002018-03-14T21:26:45.224-07:00Thank Heaven for Little Boys!Today is Jeff's birthday. He reminded me that since it's an even year, he has an even numbered birthday. He is 34. Funny, that's how I remember too. That makes me feel good.<br />
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Since it's also a space of time where we have been clearing out Mom and Dad's house, our childhood home; I have been thinking a lot about them lately. <br />
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I remember the day Jeff was born, at Mesa Lutheran Hospital in Mesa. This was a big deal to be presented with a little boy, after having two sisters before him. I was in love. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. A blue blanket; imagine that! He was perfect and handsome, and brand new. I knew I needed to call Mom, since she had been home with the girls, anxiously awaiting the news. She wanted to know all about him, and I tried my best to describe everything. Then, in between my words, she interrupted me. "Is that him I can hear?" she said. We both were silent. I realized that as I was speaking, so was Jeff. He was just minutes old, and had never heard his own little voice before (at least in stereo). He chose Grandma's telephone call to experiment with all he could make it do. Softly humming high and low, loud enough to catch Mom's ears. It was magic. I acknowledged it was indeed him, and I put the phone closer to Jeff's little mouth. We listened and giggled for a long while, enraptured over our new little gifted baby boy. It was heavenly!<br />
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Mom had me. After that, she had three boys. Each one, such a prize! I know she loved me, but no one could compare to her boys. Jeff fit right in. I'm so thankful for the connection of that day, sharing Jeff's real birthday with Mom, and feeling heaven over him, with her. <br />
<br />hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033367730177295559.post-54783553230391923412017-12-24T13:54:00.000-08:002017-12-27T12:34:26.519-08:00. . . and waffles<b>One year ago, tomorrow. Christmas Day. Mom is heavy on all of our minds. She seems to need more and more care and thought. Some days are like a blur to her, I'm sure. I know she enjoys us being around, but drifts shortly after. Not quite the same. Hence, we watch and are around her a lot. . . .</b><br />
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<b>I got up, as usual this Christmas. With family all here, our morning was delightfully busy. The traditional waffle brunch out at Mom and Dads was what we anticipated next. This was Moms first Christmas without Dad. He had been gone for 10 months, which was part of her distraction. At about 10 AM, we met in Gilbert. I walked in to a peaceful atmosphere (unlike other busy years) No noise. Tabernacle Choir Christmas music in the background. I went straight into Moms bedroom. There she lay quietly. I knew Richelle had been over earlier, since she was wearing her Christmas sweater and her hair was nicely done. When I walked closer, I knew she was anticipating family togetherness, too. Excitement filled her eyes when she saw me. She was quite like a little girl, ready to clap for joy And we both happily said "Merry Christmas!" together. Our arms reached out for a sweet hug, and I helped her up to put her shoes on, that were ready by her bed. She was happy it was Christmas. She knew she would be surrounded by love. As much as she missed Dad, we were part of what held her together. And more important, she knew what Christmas is all about. Her knowledge of Jesus Christ, and his being born and dying for us, is also what held her together. Dad might not have been too far away either. </b><br />
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<b>I won't ever forget that morning. Heaven must feel like that. The hugs were longer and stronger. All our eyes were bright as we considered our dear Mother and Grandmother. She was an angel. </b><br />
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<b>Tomorrow morning we will gather around again.. In their sweet home. Eating sweet waffles. Making sweet memories. Life goes on and on into eternity. If you listen with your heart, you will feel Mom and Dad there too. Their love and testimonies are what holds us together. </b><br />
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<b>. . . and waffles </b>hey, jodehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16284396141615249816noreply@blogger.com0