This, I know

Last Sunday, Randy and I spoke in church.  My topic was "Testimony".  I knew what I wanted to say, but while I was pondering, I was lead to other more Gospel founded truths, which I thankfully used, instead.
Since then, however, a memory I had while preparing, seems to keep coming back.  Part of my talk was about how your spiritual life experiences can be kept in your "duffel bag" of knowledge that can be unpacked and reflected on again and again to validate your testimony over and over.
Today is Julianne's birthday and since the story is about her, I'll fill you in on one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had.
We went with her on that beautiful Sunday morning in her high school days, to receive her Patriarchal blessing.  President Myers greeted us and we followed him to the front room.  After getting to know her a little better, he led us all back to his study.  This was a big deal for Julianne, but it was also a big deal for me.  My firstborn.  Now grown into a beautiful, worthy, and spotless girl.  She sat in front of him with her arms folded, bowing with faith, as he stood behind her and laid his hands on her head.  His voice was soft and peaceful.  I tried to soak in every word.
I closed my eyes and as I tried to concentrate,  a thin veil surrounded me ,filled with the Holy Ghost.  As President Myers words turned to background, the words I heard so clearly were, "You do love her, but I lover her more."  With the veil still thin, I could feel the difference between my sweet love for her, compared to His much deeper love for her.  I then knew He did indeed love her beyond my earthly understanding.
I can't deny the feeling.  It was mine to treasure.  This I know.  Heavenly Father is real and we are spiritual sons and daughters of Heavenly parents who love us more than we really know.
When I think about that experience, the peace and validation comes back to me just like it happened a minute ago.
This, I know.

The Good Night that Never Ends . . . (Repeat)

A few nights ago, I was preparing for a talk, sitting at the computer in the quiet of the early evening.   Pete had been asleep for an hour or so, and Emmie had gone down just after that.  It was peaceful.  As I typed away, I heard a flutter from Emmie's room.  I turned my head to see her standing there so quietly, hoping for my attention.  I held out my arms with a smile.  She smiled back and tiptoed quickly to my side.  Her little voice was soft and sweet as she pointed to her collar.  "Grandma," she said, "my pajamas keep coming undone."  I couldn't help but notice her top two buttons, open to her shoulders.  I carefully looped each button back into its hole and smoothed her PJ top straight, again.  I put my arm around her and held her tight, caressing her little freckled face and smoothing her beautiful hair.  I was hoping the clock would stop.  Then I heard the sweet words, "Grandma, I love you.  I sure am going to miss you when I go back to Nebraska."  Tears welled up in my eyes.  I was in heaven.  I told her how much I loved her, too and reminded her how much fun we had had.  I knew that if I held onto her any longer she would see my tears, so I pointed her towards the bedroom door and with a pat, watched as she floated back, which gave me a chance to dry my eyes a little.  When she got to the door, she turned and stood there quietly.  I wanted to squeeze her tight when I noticed one last thing. . .  Her top two buttons were open to her shoulders. . .(repeat).

Sundays' the Best

My Mom's older sister Lenore (Cornwall), had a gift for writing: plays, stories, poetry . . .
When their family lived in CA. they ended up in a ward with no one to play the piano for Priesthood meeting, except for a man that confessed he could only play . . . "Chopsticks".
My uncle Shirl, was musical, and I'm sure, because of his eagerness to direct, Lenore humored him with this little rendition that was used for quite a few Priesthood meetings after that:

Sundays' the Best

A New Hymn to the Familiar Tune of "Chopsticks")

(Chorus)

Sunday, Oh! Sunday

There's no day like Sunday

Of every day,

Sunday's the best.

Free from our labor,

We greet friends and neighbors,

For Sunday is our day of rest.

Verse One

We all go to Church

Where we join in the search
For the answer
"What's Life all about?"
We sing and we pray
And we reverently say
We have found it
Without any doubt . . .oh

Verse Two
We all love it so
From the first bright, Hello!
To tje last fond farewell
And Amen.
Though we fuss and we fret
We know Sunday
is coming again . . .and

Verse Three
The Bishop goes oon
From the first crack of dawn
He's the last one to
Turn off the light.
But he would agree
That there's no way that he
Could go on until Saturday night . . .

Verse Four
The whole world is humming
The end may be coming
Before it does,
All need to know
That Misses and Misters
Are Brothers and Siters
And Father loves
All of us so . . .

End Chorus
He given us Sunday
There's no day like Sunday  
 

 

The Plan

                This is the last year in another group of 10 that makes me shudder.  Yes, my age this year will end with a “9”.   I could sit back and fret however, or I could choose to look on the brighter side. 

                A few years ago I read about a woman who was turning 30.  She lived in NYC with her husband, away from close family and friends.  She could have been bummed, but instead, she took the day off work and bought 30 red balloons.  As she walked through the city that day, she thoughtfully gave each balloon away with a smile.  That story will always impress me.  She gave on her birthday.

                So, this year I have had a pressing desire to do something worthwhile for my birthday.  I am not getting any younger, and I certainly could stand to make a difference for good.  The days are getting closer and as hard as I have tried to come up with a great plan, nothing seemed to gel.  I was checking out at the grocery store last week when the cashier asked me if I had my discount card.  As quickly as I responded, “No”, the woman in line behind me whipped her card out and passed it to the clerk to give me the discount.  In a split second!  It was like she was waiting for me to be without it - and she was ready.  I sincerely thanked her - twice.  I could tell she had been ready before.  It was second nature to her.   She just smiled.  But as impressed as I was, I also realized that I wanted to be that ready next time.

                This experience helped me decide on a plan.  I would live each day for 2 weeks, with the purpose of extending myself outside my usual "box".

April 13:

                As I unloaded my yogurt and bananas onto the grocery store turn table, I recognized the woman and her son who rolled their cart up behind me.  I was pretty sure she didn’t have a clue who I was.  About then, there was a tugging inside me that said, “Jody, here is your chance.  Go!”  So I stepped towards her as she was unloading her many bananas.   I said, “I know you.  You are in my Weight Watchers group.”  She responded, “Oh, Really?”  Comparing our similar purchases, I said, “Yep.  I’m just glad I’m not buying M &M’s!”  We all laughed.  It felt good.   Now when I see her, I can smile.

April 14:

                Randy and I attended a formal dinner.  As we visited with a co worker and her husband, we learned of their strong Catholic faith and also the husband’s great interest in his ancestors.  As I listened and encouraged him, I HAD to put a plug in about the Family History Center in Mesa.  I told him it was open to the public and anyone is welcome there.  I pretty much begged him to go.

April 15:

Sundays are the days that make this “outside the box” plan a necessity. I have always been a wallflower.  (Unlike Randy who was born meeting, mingling, and socializing.)  I would rather stay home in my box.  But I read a talk by Julie Beck recently.  She talked about her insecurity as a leader in the General Relief Society, and how she would feel more comfortable at home in her kitchen: 

“. . . It’s always with me, but I’ve become more comfortable with how uncomfortable it is. The Atonement covers our ineffectiveness and insufficiency's, and it’s my whole dependence on the Lord that makes it possible for me to become more comfortable . . .”

                So, at the cookie event at the Bishops house tonight, I stood in the middle of probably 100 kids and made small talk, getting to know their stories a little better, and putting names with the faces I’ve seen so much.  I now know the difference between Scott and Chad, who I always thought were the same guy.

April 16:

                I went out on purpose today, to make a friend.  I only had an hour, and came home empty.  But as my piano lessons came one by one, I made more of an effort to encourage them and listen to their stories of school, driver’s permits, tennis lessons, choir, swimming, and homemade beaded bracelets.

April 17:

                I was aware of everyone around me today.  I passed a woman younger than me, who I won’t forget.  She was slowly crossing the parking lot in my opposite direction.  She had a walker (from a stroke), a limping leg that took her much effort to take steps, a bandaged arm, and a determined look about her that said, “I think I can.  I think I can.”  She didn’t look at me, but I smiled anyway.  (Walkers are not new to me.)  I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t.  I just took a mental picture of her so I could remember how hurting, and yet how strong she looked.  I’m sure she would rather have been home, but she was pushing herself.

                I stood in line at the check out again (a lot of stores in my life)!  The woman behind me compared my items to hers.  We both decided we liked this store better than the others.   I tried my best to keep the conversation going, since we’d be in line for a few minutes.  There was a lot to talk about.  I waved to her on my way out. 

                I went into Sprouts and stood in the checkout line.  All of a sudden I became aware of the little woman behind me who was trying desperately to grab the plastic divider bar.  It was right in front of me, and I silently scolded myself for not being “ready”.  During my “scolding” she bumped me with her cart as she was trying to bend down with her short arms to retrieve a rolling cantaloupe.  I hurried to help her, but she already had a grip.  I think I failed that test.

April 18:

                After Institute this morning, Katherine needed to run a couple of errands.  I usually can, but today I had some banana bread to deliver to Vita (and Henry and Jeff).  I just needed to be back for piano at 1:00.  We kept an eye on the clock and got both of her stops made.  She was very thankful (she always is).  And I had plenty of time to drive out to see little Henry.  All a Grandma needs is a peek.  He is so precious!

I think I need to step up my efforts the next few days.  I could be trying harder.
   

April 19:

                I knew I had to make a change today.  I wanted to have a more visible goal.  I learned of 2 of my best friends who had undergone surgery in the last 2 weeks.  They would be my focus.  I thought about baking, but knowing if they are like me, they would be watching their girlish figures.  No baking today.  So, I kept thinking. . .    I ended up at Bath and Body and two flowery hand soaps later I was set.  I wrote an anonymous note to each and left them on their front doorsteps.

                I also had an unexpected chance to share my Mormon belief to a 6^th grade piano student today.  She played “Happy Birthday” and when I ask her if she had played it for anyone this week. She said, (long pause) “Well . . . do you go to church?”

 “Yes.”

(Now she was comfortable.)

“I played it for my youth leader at my church”, she said.

After a second or two, I asked,  “What church do you go to?”

“ACC”, she replied.  “What church do you go to?”

“I’m a Mormon”. 

“I thought you were a Christian”, she said.

“I am.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints”.

“Ohhhh”, she said.  “You have Joseph Smith who leads your church”.

I then explained that Joseph Smith was a tool in restoring our church, but God and Jesus Christ are at the head.  I don’t know where she is getting her information, but she definitely knew enough to put

some pieces together – quickly.  And she’s only in the 6^th grade!  She had obviously been in some discussions before.  It makes me nervous just where.
 

April 20:

                I made arrangements with Mom to go out to Gilbert today.  Carianne and Kate met me out there about 9:45 AM.  We entertained each other with the maze game, floor puzzle, ice cream and picking grapefruit.  Carianne was able to help Dad with some computer questions.  About noon Carianne and Kate had to get back home for lunch and nap.

                I stayed and had lunch with Mom and Dad (“skid row” chicken sandwiches!) and watermelon.  I visited with Dad for a while.  He was headed for the plant and Mom and I were going to run errands.  She had a list.  We bought a vacuum, got in on some deals at Steinmart, picked up her wedding ring she had sized, and got some ice cream.  It was 4:30 when I headed for home.  She kept saying, “Are you sure you have time to do all this?”  I assured her I did.  It was kind of nice not to have to hurry back for piano or something less meaningful.  It was a nice day.

April 21:

                Today we got an early start with work around here (especially Randy).  He reminded me about the ward’s temple session at 2:30.  So we hurried around.  The temple was nice.  I made a seat for Mandy.  There were probably 6 or 7 girls and 3 or 4 guys.  As I sat there, I realized that I was in the midst of worthy single girls who hadn’t had the privilege of marriage yet.  They were promising the same things I was promising.  It helped me know that those blessings are for worthy saints, married or not.  I was humbled by their strength.

                We watched Kate tonight.  The grocery store is a whole new fun experience with her.  She also went with us to a wedding reception at Desert Breeze Park.  There were lots of people from our home ward that we miss so much, and it was perfect for Kate!  We took time to swing on every swing.  I vote for receptions at the park!

April 22:

                We had wonderful meetings today.   Those young single adults are sleeping giants.  I never cease to be amazed. 

                We had Mom and Dad, Gregg and Rachael, and Carianne, Rusty, and Kate over for dinner.  Our neighbor had dropped by a huge bag of chopped lettuce and many huge tomatoes.  (She works for the food services at the School District.)  So, we made a mean salad bar.  It was yummy!  Thanks to our nice neighbor, we’ll have salad for a week!  Mom and Dad were glad to be a part.  They always are.

April 23:

                I dropped off 6 big boxes of receipts we’d saved for years to a shredding event in Chandler today.  This was about the 4^th day of over 100 degree temperature.  On the way over, the radio advised people to be smart by keeping a gallon of water in their cars for the summer heat.  When it was my turn to be helped, I opened my doors and a young (sweaty) man “heave hoed” every box out.  (No wonder he was so hot and sweaty, with customers like me!)  I said, “Do I pay you?”  But considering the long lines of cars waiting patiently, so as not to stop the flow, he said, “No, that’s OK.”   So, I called the company to make sure they knew I appreciated his hard work, and it turned out to be the owner!  I was impressed.  Another lesson learned.

                Then, on my way home I couldn’t help but notice sweaty bikers and hot pedestrians, just like the shredder man.  So I drove to the grocery store and purchased 8 gallons of drinking water, to be kept in each of our family’s 2 cars.  You just never know how water in these summer days is going to help you or somebody else.  The kids were coming over for leftovers (remember the unlimited salad) and I gave a short lesson about the Good Samaritan, encouraging them to share their water, or be prepared in case of an emergency.

April 24:

                I’m proud of my habit to wave and verbally acknowledge fellow walkers in the mornings.   It comes naturally now.  I must say that everyone responds back with a positive greeting.

                Today was orange day for lunch.  I had made plans with Kate to come over for lunch and eat only orange food.  We made orange jello the night before so she could look forward to it.  On the way back from picking her up, we were recalling all the food that was orange.  Cheetos was worth making a quick stop at the store.  We ran in (because I had warm macaroni and cheese and bisquits waiting).  We bought Cheetoes and Cheezits and Donald Duck orange juice.  A 75 year old woman rolling her cart by herself, noticed Kate coming her way down the aisle.  The woman stopped and stepped toward Kate and told her how pretty she was, her beautiful hair, eyes, and skirt, and on and on.   It was so refreshing to stop and let this woman rave over Kate.   Kate stood quietly and listened to her.  When she was through, I prompted her to say “Thank-you”.  It was sweet.  By just looking at Kate, she had brightened this woman’s day (maybe Kate’s, too!).  As we wished her a good day, I realized how rushed we usually are.  It was nice to soak in the beautiful compliments.  I will try harder next time to make greetings more worthwhile - whether receiving or giving.

                The door knocked as we were eating.  We ran to see Jeff, Vita, and Henry standing there.  What a wonderful surprise!  Carianne and I got to hold that precious boy!

April 25:

                I find myself being more consciously aware of people around me.  The smiles, the “Thank-yous”, the “Have a good day”’s, the waves.

April 26:

                Birthday.  

I received many phone calls and greetings today.  It was nice.  I know people rearranged their schedules to make an effort for me.  It does make a person feel good!  Thank you SO much.  (What is it about birthdays that make you never too old to exclaim, “That’s my birthday!”?) 

I took Hairy in to be groomed today, with my $5.00 off coupon.  When I picked her up, I turned around and tipped the girl the $5.00 I might have saved.  She was overly appreciative. We both felt good.

 Maybe this year will be a landmark year because of a stronger desire to make a difference.  This little experiment has taught me that we are all human.  Everyone deserves to be acknowledged and valued.  I started out dreaming of making a big difference, but I really didn’t change my life style too much.  I just paid more attention.  I still want to be ready to whip out my discount card for fellow customers in need.  And I still want to try harder to put myself in a short person’s shoes when she reaches for a rolling cantaloupe. I'm ready.

. . . Let the year begin!         

               

4 1 1

Henry's Haiku:

Meet Henry Hiram
- just for your information -
born on 4 1 1
(2012)

We're pretty proud. They just don't get cuter. So happy for Jeff and Vita!

(and me!)

Read this today:

John Updike's April

April
It's Spring! Farewell
To chills and colds!
The blushing, girlish
World unfolds

Each flower, leaf,
And blade of turf--
Small love-notes sent
From air to earth.

The sky's a hear
Of prancing sheep,
The birds and fields
Abandon sleep,

And jonquils, tulips,
Daffodils
Bloom bright upon
The wide-eyed hills.

All things renew.
All things begin.
At church, they bring
The lilies in.

Life

Yesterday was Easter. It was a beautiful day. The weeks leading up to Easter are always filled with gratitude and humility. I know that my Redeemer lives. He died for us, and then rose again to exemplify
eternal life.

Jeff and Vita entered into the hospital tonight at 7 PM. They had a "reservation" to be induced. Little "Henry" is a week overdue, so inducing was the plan. Vita has been so careful and wears pregnancy beautifully. It's so sweet to see the two of them, hand in hand, as they dream of their future family together. Just plain sweet. When we realize what this little spirit might be going through in heaven today, to prepare for earth tomorrow . . .sweet.
Life.

Carianne celebrated her 30th birthday today. Tonight the Crandell and the Clawson / Buehner families were treated to a delicious meal that she generously shared with us. She served us! I felt loved as I saw the tiny details that went into her efforts. I am so thankful for her, her light, and life.

Brenden is in Bellingham for his Grandpa's funeral today. Surrounded by family love and support, he was able to stop and ponder his Grandfather's great legacy of love and life. I am grateful for those wonderful memories that help shape his
life.

Blessings of life.

My cup runneth o'er.