tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45942304508232704282024-02-18T17:35:43.847-08:00Come, See the MiracleRobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-74180445270039456502022-01-14T07:16:00.001-08:002022-01-14T07:16:23.054-08:00The Battle Raging for Our MindsI had some amazing insights today that I wanted to quickly write. So this post is a bit hurried and not as polished as I usually like, but posting it will help me remember. And if you happen to read it, I hope you gain something from it as well.
From my scripture journal:
Amazing insights today! I read Alma chapter 47 and into chapter 48 today, and discovered something I had not seen before.
Chapter 47 details how Amalikiah becomes king of the Lamanites. Specifically, I learned from the part about how he tricks Lehonti into giving him a position as second in command of the Lamanite armies, and then poisons Lehonti. We talk over and over about how Amalikiah lures Lehonti away from his stronghold and his fixed determination not to join with the rest of the Lamanite armies and fight the Nephites. And all those things are true. But like so many stories in the BOM, it has a counterpart. Lehonti’s fixed determination wasn’t enough. If he had such a fixed determination to not join with Amalikiah, why did he falter? And what story is the counterpart, illustrating the principle by demonstrating the opposite (in this case, a successful fixed determination)?
Before we see the counter example, the enemy’s tactics are spelled out very plainly: he hardens hearts, blinds minds, and stirs up to anger. We see this every day! Hearts are hardened as our identity as children of God is attacked incessantly. Minds are blinded when we are given the agenda-driven interpretation of events past or present, such that we cannot see facts and interpret them on our own (see the example in Alma 47:20-28). And when we have forgotten who and whose we are, when we can only see what we have been told to see, it is easy to get stirred up to anger. Anger is bondage. We cannot see things clearly, and we are in no position to make good decisions while we are angry. The world is so full of angry people right now, and the adversary is doing everything in his power to spread that anger.
So what is the defense? In the next chapter we are introduced to Captain Moroni’s preparations. Too often we focus solely on the Title of Liberty and the raising up of an army to fight the enemy. If we only focus on the fight, then we aren’t prepared, and indeed we may be missing the point. Remember how in the Savior’s day the Jews at Jerusalem were looking for a military leader to deliver them from Roman rule? That is not what Jesus was. That was not the deliverance he brought.
In Alma 48:7, we read, “Moroni, on the other hand, had been preparing the minds of the people to be faithful unto the Lord their God.” The real battle we are fighting is a battle for souls. It is a battle for our minds. What did Moroni, this man of perfect understanding (Alma 48:11) teach his people to prepare their minds? He taught them about God and the true nature of our relationship with Him. He taught them the truths of the gospel. He taught freedom, according to natural law. He taught them the true nature of families. And he taught them peace instead of anger (Alma 46:12). With those truths firmly entrenched in Moroni’s mind and in the minds of the Nephites, they were ready to prepare according to divine inspiration for whatever the enemy had in store for them. And they prepared in ways that had never been utilized or seen among the people of Lehi. He got new ideas! Not the old take-it-to-the-battlefield ideas. Entirely new ideas that in many instances eliminated the need to fight all together.
If we are preparing for a fight, then we are probably in anger, which is easily manipulated by the adversary. We need to focus on preparing our minds, learning our true identity, and staying true to Jesus Christ and His gospel. It is only with minds firmly focused on Him that the battle can be won.
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-54539755951291013602021-05-28T14:14:00.000-07:002021-05-28T14:14:48.554-07:00I am experiencing miracles of health and healing...I experienced a true miracle today: I discovered that I love my body.<br />
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Really? you ask. A miracle? Let me explain.<br />
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I am a firm believer that the greatest miracle I can experience is a change of heart, because it involves the wills of two individuals--God's and my own. God can command the elements and they will obey, but He will not allow His will to supersede our own. Therefore, in order for our hearts to change, we have to be willing to be changed. Not only that, but when our hearts are truly changed, then we become open to the multitude of miracles awaiting us on the other side of that change.<br />
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But I was not willing. For a very long time.<br />
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AND...I didn't even know it.<br />
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But last week as I was driving around town, I had this overwhelming realization hit me--I hated my body. Hated. And I had hated it since I was 10 years old. <br />
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Body-image memories flooded me. I specifically remembered listening to other girls talk in jr. high and high school about their body flaws, and how they needed to lose weight or inches. I hated hearing that kind of talk. I resolved never to talk about my body that way. And I think I've done pretty well at keeping that resolve. But the emotions that drive that kind of talk still lurked in my psyche.<br />
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I was pretty, but I was not skinny. (My later high school and college years were my best in terms of body-image. That was when I was at my slimmest. It's amazing what I thought of as "not skinny" at the time, and then to look back and see exactly how slim I was!) Maybe the worst part of it all was that I never acknowledged those negative feelings. They got stuffed and buried, but still affected my every day experience.<br />
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But once I realized what was going on, I knew I could do something about it. I cried. I spoke the words that I had been too afraid to speak for more than 30 years. And I prayed. I poured my heart out to God, sobbing that I knew my feelings were not what I wanted, but they were my experience. I wanted a different experience. Where there had been hate, I wanted to feel love. I wanted my heart to be healed, and to be capable of loving, even loving myself. (Side note...is that why moms are so notoriously slow to self-care? Because we don't love ourselves? Something to ponder, I guess.)<br />
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I did some hard work that day, identifying specific toxic emotions that I needed to let go, and rewriting the self-talk that runs through my head. I felt a great deal of relief the next morning. But today when I woke up, I recognized a new feeling. I felt actual love for my body. More than gratitude, more than appreciation for the experiences it has given me. I love it. And that love has nothing to do with how it looks. My body doesn't look any different today than it did last week. But loving something for it's outward appearance isn't really love, anyway. I don't love my kids or my husband because they are good-looking. I love them because they are mine. They bring joy and happiness to my soul and to my life. They are my greatest treasures, imperfections and all. They are beautiful to me because I love them. And the more I serve them, the more my love for them grows.<br />
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Recognizing that love for my body works in the same way opens up a world of miraculous possibilities that I am so excited for. <br />
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Last year, on December 31, I wrote out a lengthy vision statement about what I wanted my experience in my physical body to be like (and there wasn't a single number associated with that positive experience). I also decided on a mantra to say to myself, to remind me of what I am desiring, what I am asking for: I am experiencing miracles of health and healing. <br />
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And I am.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-28345716854124996652021-05-08T06:23:00.014-07:002021-05-25T08:27:57.788-07:00When the Rhythm Changes<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-05c040bf-7fff-5598-dae5-91e1e752a798"><i>I wrote this article in the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic. I pondered rhythm frequently during this time. Is there a rhythm to a pandemic? Is it our role to try and shorten it? To learn to live "a new normal" and hopefully someday to return to the old rhythm we knew? I'm not sure of the answers to those questions, but pondering them led me to a deeper understanding of the Law of Rhythm.</i></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-05c040bf-7fff-5598-dae5-91e1e752a798">Every fall, as summer draws to a close, I begin to feel a bit restless. The lazy days, the vacations, the lack of a strict routine, which all felt so inviting just a few months previous, now feel wearing, and I long for the structure of the school year. The predictability. The routine. The security of knowing what to do and when to do it.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">A few months later, I feel taxed by the rigidity of the routine I once longed for. It feels so never-ending, and my entire family longs for a break. By then, winter vacation is just around the bend, and we get the rest we long for.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">It reminds me of what happens to the heart as we live from day to day. We have periods of activity and exercise, where the heart rate increases, sometimes for long stretches. And then we have periods of rest, where the heart rate slows. Both are necessary for health and longevity. We need to provide both exercise and adequate rest for our bodies. This natural, necessary change in pace is rhythm.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">The law of rhythm states that everything is cyclical. Patterns repeat. All of nature moves together in harmonious cycles. We see it in the seasons. There is a season of creation and birth, a season of growth, a season of harvest, and a season of rest. And then the process starts again. </p><br /><p dir="ltr">We are a part of these cycles and patterns. And we can move harmoniously with them, or we can make choices that keep us from finding the rhythm. It makes things feel out of step, like a drummer who can’t find the beat.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">Have you ever watched a young child learn how to pump on a swing? Instead of relying on someone to give them a push, they learn to move their bodies to propel themselves forward and backward, reaching greater heights with each motion. But when a little kid is just learning how to do this, their bodies often work against them as they try to figure out the rhythm. They start to swing their legs back when they should be extending them forward. They lay back as they are going backward. It’s all part of the learning process, but note what happens with each contrary move: momentum slows dramatically. They might be trying so hard to get higher, but until they move in harmony with the natural movement of the swing, their actions will keep them close to the ground with little movement.</p><p dir="ltr"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwtVhMksSSyG6GvwR56-clA85GYhK0LPqhvLN72NPpj21rhsMd5vJXxcvC05tNhJ-DlUcJBaoUojFhNc_bL9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><br /><p dir="ltr">However, when the same young child finally understands and moves with the rhythm, she can reach exhilarating heights. Think of the implications for our own lives! When we ignore these natural rhythms and the cycles of life, we hinder our progress. Instead of powering through, instead of trying to cut the rhythms short or fight against them, if we just relax and find the rhythm, we will increase our power significantly.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">Admittedly, this is the law I have probably struggled with the most. I can’t count how many times someone older and wiser has counseled me that my hard time is just a season, that I can’t do everything now because it’s not the right season. The busyness of a young family with small children was difficult for me, and I cried often because I couldn’t do or be everything I wanted because my life was filled with the constant daily care of home and family. Someone would smile lovingly and say, “There is a season for everything. And this season won’t last.” I’d smile back through my tears and say, “I know,” while seething in my mind and screaming to myself, that may be true, but this season stinks! </p><br /><p dir="ltr">Learning to trust the seasons, though, is a process. I wanted to control my circumstances so much that I was completely out of sync with the rhythm. Finally letting go of my need to control and trusting God and His timing felt, honestly, like giving up. But it wasn’t. It was learning to be okay with what He has planned for me. It was learning to allow Him to keep His promises to me. It was trusting that if the things I really wanted were in accordance with God’s will for me, that they must still be on their way, and I could go on with my life, trusting Him to guide me to the greatest good for me and my family.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">While we certainly can expect certain things from certain seasons (they operate, after all, by law), there are definitely interruptions that occur. These interruptions, too, have a rhythm that must be honored if we are to get the most from them. Think of what happens when a child breaks a bone. It is an interruption that must be addressed immediately, and the entire pattern of life is altered for a while. It becomes a season of healing. Certain things must be attended to in order for the healing to be quick and complete. Ignoring those things will only slow the process, and could hinder future growth and development.</p><br /><p dir="ltr">Another example of an interruption to our expected rhythm is grief and mourning. No one wants to experience these rhythms, but they are a natural part of life that eventually come to us all. As we experience these rhythms, there are healthy ways to address them, and less healthy ways to address them. Ignoring the reality of the rhythm and the need for mourning and healing puts our emotional and physical health at risk. </p><br /><p dir="ltr">A friend who recently lost her husband related an experience that happened following her husband’s funeral. Extended family members were visiting, and one of them mentioned the “low vibration” in the home. My friend was hurt. Her husband had just passed away! She was sad! Of course the vibration was low! As I listened to her story, I realized that this family member had some experience with the law of vibration, but was unaware of the law of rhythm. We can be in control of our vibration. Even in times of sadness or grief, we can experience a high vibration by focusing on love and gratitude. But rhythms are beyond a personal level. They exist within our circumstances. They are not up to us to change or control, but to be a part of. </p><br /><p dir="ltr">Those discouraging rhythms often feel like they will last forever. Sometimes we feel like no matter what we try, we can't get out of the funk! But the law of rhythm states that these lows cannot last indefinitely. And it may not be within our power to control the length of the rhythm, any more than we can control the length of the seasons. But if we can stay in a place of love and gratitude, we will be ready for the shift when it comes. Someone who has been planning their garden all winter recognizes the early signs of spring sooner than the person who is merely waiting for warmer weather. </p><br /><p dir="ltr">The best way to adapt to a difficult rhythm--and some of them are difficult--is to stay in a vibration of love and gratitude. When we trust that this is a particular rhythm that will add to the richness of our experience and ability to work with God and His laws, it becomes easier to find the rhythm. It’s like learning to dance with a Divine Partner, and trusting Him to lead us in a more beautiful, more intricate dance than we could ever imagine. </p><span><a name="more"></a></span><p dir="ltr"><br /></p><p dir="ltr"><br /></p><p dir="ltr"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: georgia; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p dir="ltr"><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-7745729535221758652019-05-15T19:01:00.002-07:002019-05-15T19:01:24.454-07:00Divine ProtectionMy first year teaching 5th grade is wrapping up, and boy, I am hanging on by my fingernails (as are all the students)! The weather is so nice, and the kids just want to move and play outside. Who can blame them? It means that it is a perfect time for an outside field trip!<br />
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Yesterday was the day. We bused the entire 5th grade up to beautiful Snow Basin to enjoy a day of hiking, games, and lunch on the lawn. It was PERFECT weather for our trip. Sunny but not too hot, shady for most of the hike without being too cold, and really fun to interact with my students in a less formal setting.<br />
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After the hike, we settled down for lunch, and the kids started pulling out games to play on the grass. Everything was picture perfect, until we heard one of the kids screaming, and running towards the adults, specifically to his mom, who was one of the parent chaperones.<br />
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As I turned toward the screaming, I saw blood running down the side of of this boy's head. A metal sign had fallen and struck him on the side of the head, right above and behind his ear. Panic and efficiency set in as all the adults tried to clean him up and determine what to do. And here is where things get interesting.<br />
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The original plan for me, since I only work half time and the field trip would extend beyond my contract hours, was for me to drive up separately so that I could leave in time to get back for my babysitter, who needed to leave before the field trip would be over. But, one of my teen daughters woke up sick that morning, so while my babysitter did come for my little guy, I decided that my teen could watch him for an hour between when babysitter left and I returned home. I made quick last minute arrangements, and rode the bus on the field trip instead. Also, before leaving home in the morning, as I packed everything I would need for the trip, I grabbed a small first-aid kit and stuck it in my pack. (Some kid was bound to need a Band-aid, right?)<br />
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So when this injured boy came running in a panic with blood streaming down his head, his mom took a look while I got gauze out to apply pressure to stop the bleeding (one of the other parent chaperones had a much better first-aid kit with her as well, which was good because mine was not enough!). Then as his mom was getting him in the car ready to go, I was able to ask if she wanted me to come. She brushed it off a little, just anxious to get her boy to the ER as quickly as possible. But, not having a car of my own to worry about, I insisted and rode down the mountain to the hospital with them. She drove, and I was able to keep an eye on her child to make sure he was doing okay.<br />
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At the hospital, thankfully, we learned that it was not as bad an injury as we had initially thought. No concussion, even. And this kid is a trooper--he showed up at school today, ready to just move on.<br />
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At the time of the incident, I did what I felt I had to do. When it was all over, I questioned every choice. After all, I just up and left my entire class to help one student! I was afraid my team would be upset with me. But I knew that it was really no different than what I had originally planned to do, by leaving the field trip a little early on my own. And I felt like being with this mom, whose stress responses were so heightened, might be a real help.<br />
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This morning, I apologized to one of the teachers on my team for just up and leaving so unexpectedly. My fears were permanently put to rest as she said, "I was just thinking about how perfectly everything worked out for you to go with him, with your daughter being sick so you didn't have to drive..."<br />
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So, it wasn't just in my head. Even those little choices, that I thought were just to benefit me, were inspired.<br />
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The entire day yesterday was full of stress. As wonderful as it was to be outside, a field trip is a big deal, and isn't necessarily relaxing for the adults in charge (especially yesterday's!). All evening, I kind of wanted to sob, just to release the emotion of the day. I never did. I ate a big bowl of ice cream instead. (I also heard the other day that you can expect to gain 25 lbs. your first year of teaching. Now I know why!) I woke up this morning, thankful for a light day of teaching (we are just finishing up standardized testing), and hoping to get to school early for faculty meeting.<br />
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I hug-hug and kiss-kissed my children as I was walking out the door, and listened to the pounding of their running feet as they hurried to the window to wave. And then came the sound that made my blood run cold--the shattering of glass and my son's scream. <br />
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I ran to the broken window, expecting to see blood everywhere. <br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">There was no blood. </i>None. Just a frightened little boy and a mess to clean up.<br />
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<br />I inspected A.J.'s hands, looking to see if they were cut and just waiting to bleed. There was a minor scratch on his arm that barely required a Band aid, and a couple of speck-like cuts on his face that only needed to be washed. Shattered glass everywhere, in the house and out, but no blood. <br />
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I have known many people who have had hand-through-the- glass-experiences, and there is profuse bleeding and ER visits involved nearly every time. There is no reason for my son to not have had the same experience. But for whatever reason, he was spared. And whatever that reason may be, I am thankful.<br />
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Mostly I'm writing up these experiences so that I remember. I want to remember that Heavenly Father is watching over us. He is in the tiny details of our lives. From something minor like changing my plans so that I could help a student, to something bigger like my boy going unscathed, He is there, helping, supporting, comforting, and protecting every step of the way. We just need to see it. Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-1101048157850764232019-01-22T12:38:00.002-08:002019-01-22T12:38:42.578-08:00Come, Follow MeWe're a few weeks into the Come, Follow Me curriculum that the Church as moved to. We have studied a couple of lessons as a family, and I have taught one of the lessons in Gospel Doctrine. So far so good, and I have had some really wonderful insights. But I've really been struck in the last week about the ability the Lord has to guide us and teach us in such individual ways, if we will listen.<br />
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I wish I could articulately describe the learning process for me over the last few days, but try to explain it would leave me rambling. I guess the best way to succinctly say it is that I started in one place and ended in someplace totally unexpected.<br />
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After accepting and completing President Nelson's challenge to read the Book of Mormon by the end of 2018, I thought I would let the Book of Mormon be less of a focus for me this year, and spend the bulk of my study time in the New Testament. But after a few days without regularly feasting on the Book of Mormon, I quickly changed my mind. I recognized so many blessings, so much strength that has come to me over the last couple of months BECAUSE of the Book of Mormon, that I decided I was not willing to give that up! So I started reading the Book of Mormon again. And, again, I decided to highlight every instance of the Savior and His work. It has been wonderful so far! I'm learning even more deeply than I did through the last months of 2018.<br />
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But what has really been interesting is the effect of studying both the New Testament and the Book of Mormon together. And it's not because I'm gaining magnificent scriptural insights (although I'm sure those are forthcoming!). What I am noticing is an <b>increase in my ability to receive and recognize revelation</b> because I made the effort to follow the prophet, and because I continue to make an honest (though very imperfect) effort to continue to follow the prophet's counsel. <br /><br />
On Sunday our family studied Matthew chapter 2 and Luke chapter 2. At the end of Luke 2 is a single scripture that gives us insight into the Savior's childhood:<br />
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As a mom in the thick of raising children of all ages, this verse really hit home. But the way it combined with other verses I was studying in the Book of Mormon let me know that Heavenly Father is aware of me and my family, and knows exactly what we need. And He is giving it to me, just as fast as I can comprehend it. <br />
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How can I help my children to increase in wisdom and stature? What do those things mean? What does Heavenly Father want for our family? What things must I do in order to receive the blessings He is waiting to give us? I think about these questions often--they are like a constantly-running dialog in the back of my mind. But as I continue to study and ponder, they are taking on new depth, new detail, and I'm receiving new answers.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyZigmGgL1hroMwDEAZYYCzYbjdGtkPb5yS-vuuy8RjKWPTnTFFoy2W5v0HOR2Vmo0iaH9_UYROze7dSa4VAaI5DZo1XRx-1wMHTs9pzutE9cjNGo4QtQ9K6vQEKEMQ8BpMGajJ6Cm90/s1600/20190122_133420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyZigmGgL1hroMwDEAZYYCzYbjdGtkPb5yS-vuuy8RjKWPTnTFFoy2W5v0HOR2Vmo0iaH9_UYROze7dSa4VAaI5DZo1XRx-1wMHTs9pzutE9cjNGo4QtQ9K6vQEKEMQ8BpMGajJ6Cm90/s320/20190122_133420.jpg" width="240" /></a>And the whole point of this somewhat rambling post...the Lord knows just what you need, too. He's ready and waiting to give it to you. It probably won't look exactly like you're expecting it to, but the blessings that come from being humble and submitting to the Lord's will are unparalleled. And as you humbly follow the commandments, He prepares you for far greater blessings than you can imagine. <br />
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In 1 Nephi 17, Nephi describes some of the blessings that he knows God has in store for them, in addition to describing the blessings his company has already received. Nephi had faith in God and was certain of the blessings to come. So he did his very best to obey the commandments of the Lord. He was determined to qualify for the blessings that he knew he needed. I am growing more and more certain of the Lord's blessings, and like Nephi, I am determined to be ready to receive them. <br />
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I finished reading the Book of Mormon yesterday. I began last October, in response to President Russell M. Nelson's invitation to the sisters in the General Women's Meeting. <br />
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Why did I do it? And what did I gain from it?<br />
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It strengthened my testimony of the Book of Mormon. This book is a true record of people who lived on this earth, who knew Jesus Christ and his gospel. They recorded their experiences, good and bad, for our benefit. We don't have to experience the same consequences, born of their iniquity, if we will learn from their mistakes.<br />
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It is another testament of Jesus Christ. One of President Nelson's specific challenges was to pay special attention to every mention of the Savior and His work. I started by marking every phrase that included mention of the Lord: the Lord warns, the Lord commands, the Lord hears and answers his people's prayers. The Lord calls prophets to teach and instruct his people. The Lord strengthens, the Lord protects, the Lord prepares the way for us. The Lord has a plan, prepared from the beginning, for our salvation and exaltation. "He doeth not anything save it be for the benefit of the world for he loveth the world, even that he layeth down his own life that he may draw all men unto him. Wherefore, he commandeth none that they shall not partake of his salvation" (2 Nephi 26:24). My understanding of Jesus Christ and His role as my Savior has increased, as has my love for Him. He died for me! He is carrying me every day! My success is assured because He was successful in His mission. As long as I choose Him, I can't lose.<br />
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This invitation to read the Book of Mormon in such a short time frame came during one of the most (already) challenging periods of my life. Teaching is a rough gig. Parenting is a rough gig. Combine the two, and it has been tough! Life in general is requiring more from me than ever before. Adding to that the challenge of reading the Book of Mormon cover to cover seems to be too much. I don't have time for a lot of things I still need to do, so how will I find time for that? I found time at 5:30 in the morning. Somehow I was able to get up and study early in the morning and still manage to stay up sometimes until midnight preparing lessons for the next day. Somehow, even with the lack of sleep, I have stayed healthy. Somehow, my kids and husband are surviving. The house is a mess, the meals are no longer the result of "reflection and study," with menus "planned in advance, timed to perfection." Nope, we are just getting by, but we ARE getting by. It's the perfect circumstance for exponential growth for all of us, and reading during this period of life has ensured that growth, without bitterness or complaint. We all know it's hard. And we all know that it's a huge blessing. <br />
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Why would I take on such a challenge at such a time in my life? Because I learned years ago that there are blessings from following God's prophet. Because I know the power of this book, and I know the power of obedience, and I know that I need God's love and power in my life. <br />
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Can reading a few pages a day really make such a difference? <br />
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Absolutely. Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-16494722992811811692018-09-26T14:47:00.001-07:002018-09-26T14:47:57.521-07:00Great are the promises of the Lord unto them who are upon the isles of the sea......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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*Disclaimer* As I study the scriptures, little thoughts and questions fill my mind. Think of this post as a bit of a book report on the associated verses, telling what I got from them. Especially as I try to imagine what Laman and Lemuel were thinking. Really, who could know what these guys thought? This is in no way a pronouncement of Church doctrine. I'm just a girl trying to increase my understanding. ;)<br />
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I read a little of 2 Nephi chapter 10 in the Book of Mormon this morning as my scripture study. Verses 20 and 21 really caught my eye:<br />
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I'll tell you where my thoughts went with this, but first a little background.<br />
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Isaiah. Maybe the most feared word among adult members of my church. We're supposed to study it, we've been promised that if we do so with the help of the Holy Ghost that we will understand it. And mostly, from my observation, people are just afraid to tackle it.<br />
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The reality is that understanding Isaiah is not going to happen by magic, but through diligent, faithful effort. And most of us just don't have that kind of faith in ourselves. We see all of our shortcomings, and feel like it's too big a hurdle to overcome. But our shortcomings are given to us so that we can come to the Lord, and then HE will turn our weaknesses to strengths. But all of that is just a personal rant. Back to the story.<br />
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Several years ago, I was attending a youth activity where a guest speaker talked about Isaiah. Why did Nephi love the words of Isaiah so much? The speaker said that Nephi loved Isaiah because Nephi was experiencing the very things Isaiah talked about. <br />
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Recently, as I have started reading the Book of Mormon again, and thinking about the experiences of Lehi's family, I came to a realization about Laman and Lemuel, and WHY Nephi kept reading Isaiah's words to them.<br />
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Often, we bring our child-like understanding to our scripture study. We see Nephi as the good guy and Laman and Lemuel as the bad guys, because that's how we understood them when we were young. But if that's where our understanding STAYS, we miss out on SO. MUCH. <br />
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I'm starting to think that Laman and Lemuel were not the bad guys I used to think they were. I think they were a lot like me. They knew the promised blessings, and they knew what was required of them to obtain those blessings. And, for the most part, I think they probably did those good things, though maybe there was some grumbling involved.<br />
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Until Father Lehi takes the family away from Jerusalem (then there is a lot of grumbling involved!). But stop and think for a moment about what that meant. It wasn't just that Lehi was taking them away from civilization, he was leading them away from the chosen people of the Lord. What if Laman and Lemuel, in addition to longing for their riches and the good life they had known, were longing for the security of being part of the Lord's people? What if they were hoping for the blessings promised to the House of Israel, and believed that because they left Jerusalem, that they were forfeiting those blessings? (I don't think they had allowed the gospel to change their hearts and make them ready for these blessings, but I think maybe they were expecting to receive them, by virtue of the fact that they were a part of "God's chosen people." (And then there is the fact that they didn't recognize how far the Jews at Jerusalem had strayed from the gospel. So I'm not saying they would have received these blessings, just that perhaps THEY thought they would, and this loss added to their resentment of Lehi and Nephi.))<br />
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And let's not forget Nephi. He experienced the same things that Laman and Lemuel did, with one important difference. He WANTED to know what the Lord had in mind, and he believed the Lord would help him understand. So he asked. Oh, what a difference that attitude makes!<br />
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And now we finally get to the heart of this post. Much of the Isaiah chapters that Nephi quotes (and Jacob, his brother), talk about the scattering and gathering of Israel. And the chapter and verses I read today talk about how even though these Israelites are no longer gathered in one body at Jerusalem, the blessings of the Lord will still be theirs if they repent. Why? Because they have not been forgotten.<br />
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Did you catch that?<br />
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<b>Because they have not been forgotten.</b><br />
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I started to wonder if that had a modern-day application. I know many people who have been faithful members of the church, and then, for a variety of reasons, stopped coming. For some, the pain of going just became too great. Oh, how my heart aches for them!<br />
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But.<br />
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If the Lord will scatter an apostate generation of Israelites to the four corners of the earth and still extend His blessings to them, will he not do the same for our modern-day brothers and sisters who are struggling? Some of them have felt like they are upon a lonely, desert island, even in the midst of church activity. <br />
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As I pondered and prayed about this, I got one definitive answer:<br />
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<b>They have not been forgotten. YOU have not been forgotten.</b><br />
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Whatever your struggles, whatever your pains, however great your loneliness, you have not been forgotten.<br />
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Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me. (1 Nephi 21:16)</blockquote>
My prayer this morning was that we--that<b> I</b>--would have my heart opened to these brothers and sisters, and just love them. They need to know that they are loved, regardless of their membership status.<br />
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And my prayer was that those who are struggling would feel that support, and God's love for them.<br />
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And I am so thankful for the comforting words of the prophet Isaiah.<br />
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-75222659517791664672018-08-30T15:04:00.000-07:002018-08-30T15:04:20.599-07:00Going with the flow...of lifeThis summer started with some incredible optimism, as I looked ahead to a world full of possibilities. As May and school came to a close, I planned to spend great time with my family, teach a couple of Genius Bootcamps, and then spend the month of August getting ready for a full-time teaching job that I just knew was on it's way. But, not everything turns out as we plan. Read <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2018/07/so-that-didnt-go-as-id-planned.html">here</a> for details.<br />
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As the summer wore on, I felt like I was in a slump. My kids were having a grand time in their summer play, and I did take the opportunity to volunteer my help for the production. I'm so glad I did. It was a great show, they had an amazing time, and I made some new friends myself. Go figure. ;)<br />
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Once the play was over, however, I had time to think about how my summer was not going according to plan. I had felt impressed to cancel the Genius Bootcamps I thought I would teach. The youth conference I was coordinating was more of a challenge than I had anticipated. And I still didn't have a teaching job lined up for the fall. I got a few texts from my principal about some positions that were available at the school where I worked last year, but none of them seemed just right. It felt like I would be stuck forever. <br />
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I was really disappointed when <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2018/07/so-that-didnt-go-as-id-planned.html">I did not get the jr. high teaching job</a> I applied for. I started to doubt myself and my abilities. Fortunately, I still trusted God. I just wished I knew what he was up to! But in thinking about that "lost opportunity" at the jr. high, I recognized that it would have been a tough job. The more I thought about my personality, my skills, and the ways in which I hope to positively influence young people, the more I thought upper elementary grades were just a better fit for me. So I made a decision to work on adding an elementary teaching credential to my teaching license. <br />
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After making that decision, I was able to get back with my principal about one of the positions she had asked me about earlier in the summer: half-time fifth grade. If it was still available, I was interested! As soon as I texted her that tidbit of information, she scheduled an interview with me. I was offered the job the same day as the interview.<br />
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As soon as the month of August hit, everything moved so fast! (It feels like that was so long ago, but it's <i>still</i> August. Wow, how many things have happened in a month!) Once I got the job, the next thing to figure out was child care for my little boy. Nature school, though it killed me inside to have to say no to that wonderful program, was not a workable option. I visited a daycare/preschool close by, and made a call to another, but I didn't feel great about either of them. That same day, my sweet hubby called. He stopped by the office at the preschool on the college campus where he works, and low and behold, something had just opened up. It was the opportunity and location we had been hoping for. When everything came down in just such a way that it worked out for us, I knew that the Lord had been watching over us and orchestrating things for us the entire time. What a sweet reassurance!<br />
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My August was filled with training meetings and getting ready for school. Now, I'm two weeks in (really!? That's all!?), and I'm loving the students and the teachers I work with. But the sweetest part was an answer to prayers that came the Friday before school began. <br />
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It was Opening Institute, a meeting that was described to me as a big pep rally for all the teachers in the school district. During the opening video, I got the very clear and sweet impression that this was exactly where I belonged--this was the specific job and situation the Lord had prepared for me and my family, with all our gifts, abilities, and needs accounted for. It was exactly what Andy had promised me in a blessing weeks earlier--that I would know by the Spirit the right job for me. What a tender mercy, to recognize the Lord's answers to our prayers!<br />
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I started thinking yesterday about all the times that I have wanted things to go a certain way, and, according to the Lord's will, they have gone differently than I had hoped. For things to go the Lord's way, of course, I've had to let go of my own will, which has been a hugely humbling experience. But also, I'm starting to recognize that when I rely on God, when I trust that His will for my life is better than mine, things work out. And in miraculous ways, too. When I try to control the outcome, everything is a fight. When I try to control the outcome, I experience frustration with my circumstances and the people around me. When I try to control the outcome, I experience anxiety and worry over every single step in the process. But when I trust in Heavenly Father, all of that goes away. Now, there is a fair amount of anxiety associated with that process, as I learn to fully trust God in all things, but it's a different anxiety than what I experience by trying--and failing--to control things outside of my control. When I trust him and just do what he puts in my path, things go better. It helps me to be happy and thankful for whatever he sends me, because I know that 1) he will help me through it, and 2) it will all work together for my good (see the <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/the-law-of-polarity.html">Law of Polarity</a>).<br />
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There is power in taking things as they come--going with the flow of life. Worrying over everything that goes "wrong," replaying the "it wasn't supposed to be this way!" record in our minds every moment of every day--all that will bring us is bitterness. Yes, we experience sorrow. And there is a time and need for us to have those experiences. But then to take them as they are, and decide to move forward with faith instead of trying to fight the circumstances that we cannot change...it opens our hearts to the healing power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. And that is a good place to be--held safely and securely in His all-powerful hands.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-4252462298443964752018-07-01T07:24:00.000-07:002018-07-01T07:40:08.679-07:00So, That Didn't Go As I'd Planned...Last October, as I taught <a href="https://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/genius-bootcamp.html">Genius Bootcamp</a>, I received <a href="https://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2017/10/well-if-youre-such-genius.html">some direction about what to do next</a>, for which I was so grateful. It led me to talk to the principal at my kids' school, which led to a job that has been a great blessing for our family. It also provided me the opportunity to renew my teaching license, which in turn has opened up additional employment opportunities. Andy and I have both felt that for us to reach our financial and family goals--that of following our church leaders' counsel and getting out of debt--that I need to get a full-time job. Specifically, a full-time teaching job. It is, after all, what my degree is in, and even just a few years of full time teaching will make a huge difference in our financial situation.<br />
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So I applied for some teaching jobs. With the teacher shortage I keep hearing that Utah is facing, I didn't think twice about whether or not I'd actually get a job. That is, until I interviewed for one that I thought would be perfect, and I didn't get it.<br />
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Okay then.<br />
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It was the one that I thought would best suit my family's needs, so as I was waiting to hear about that job, I didn't worry much about any others. Those other opportunities came and went, and still I heard nothing. But I was starting to worry. I asked Andy for a priesthood blessing. In it, he told me that I would know, through the spirit, when the right opportunity came. And then I got the email telling me thanks, but no thanks. (Really?! We don't call people any more? Personally, I think that if you want to talk to me in person about whether or not I'd be a good fit for a job, that you should also talk to me with your actual voice about whether or not you'll actually hire me. (Or fire me, for that matter. Read about that <a href="https://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2017/10/im-so-happy-and-thankful-to-be.html">here</a>.) Informing people of employment decisions via email is tacky. *Rant over*)<br />
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So now what?<br />
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That's the big question. Answer? I don't know. What I do know is that I've been battling feelings of rejection, discouragement, and hopelessness. I thought I had been given direction about where to go and what to do, and none of it worked out.<br />
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Suddenly, though (like just this very moment as I was writing the previous paragraph), I am reminded of a story from Elder Jeffrey R. Holland:<br />
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I do know that I am in the Lord's hands. It will all work out. My greatest hope is that I am not hindering His process through my stubbornness or discouragement or whatever. But as I've continued to pray and ask for blessings, I feel that He is pleased with me. And that is a comfort.<br />
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I've written about the <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/law-of-gestation.html">Law of Gestation</a>. Right now, I'm in the middle of it. It just takes some time, I guess. The right opportunity will come. I'm less certain about what that opportunity will look like, but more certain that the Lord has things well in hand, and that we are being blessed right now, in this very moment, even when things feel so uncertain.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-92085963912855261922018-05-15T17:08:00.001-07:002018-05-15T17:08:56.987-07:00There is NO POSSIBLE WAY...Except...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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My 14 year-old daughter posed the most perplexing question this morning: "Mom, where did you put my band music?"<br />
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Normally, keeping track of band music is not something I see as my responsibility. But on Saturday, after her band performance, she was bused to an amusement park, and I was in charge of getting her flute and her music home. Which I did. I was sure. Mostly. The problem was, I had no actual recollection of where I had put either her flute OR her music. Naturally, I assumed they would be together. The flute was in its expected location. So where was the music?<br />
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I searched the area where the music is kept. Nothing. I checked her bedroom. Nothing. I looked in the van. Nothing. What about the three possible "drop off" locations (you know, the ones where EVERYTHING gets stacked, but where none of it actually belongs)? Nope, nope, nope. The music was no where to be found. <br />
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And then a little thought came: did my violinist daughter mistake it for her music, and put it in her own backpack? I texted her at school to ask. No, she assured me, not there. But could I please bring her violin to school? *Sigh* Sure thing, my love!<br />
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I had promised 14dd that I would drop off her music to her on my way to work, if I ever found it. She was particularly concerned about it, because today was the day she needed to turn it all in. If it doesn't get turned in, she gets fined. When I COULD NOT find it, I resigned myself to the fines. How much could it be, anyway? It's not like she lost a textbook!<br />
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When 14dd came home from school, her greeting to me went like this: "You didn't bring my music to me today." My response:"I never found your music!" And then I retraced all of my searching steps from earlier in the day, verbally and physically with her. Still no luck.<br />
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But what about violinist dd's backpack? She had assured me that it wasn't there, but had she actually looked? I found her backpack, and opened it up to look for myself. There was a black orchestra folder with violin music, and a second, identical folder with...flute music. <br />
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Naturally, as a mom, this was not something I could just let go. I confronted her about it (not to be confrontational, exactly, but, well, "I told you so!" can be so satisfying!). "Did you actually look?" I asked. "Or did you just assume it wasn't there?" Turns out she hadn't looked, for two reasons. The first was that she didn't have access to her backpack at the time I texted. Understandable. The second was that there was NO POSSIBLE WAY that it could be there. Except...it was. She hadn't put it there so how could it be there? (Probably someone who was tidying up on Saturday assumed it belonged to her and put it away--very kindly, I might add.) <br />
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Interestingly enough, that is just what we do when we ask and then receive answers to prayers. Sometimes, we receive a prompting, but because we see NO POSSIBLE WAY for it to work (or be relevant, or whatever) we brush it aside and wonder why the Lord won't answer our prayers. In reality, the answer is there, but we fail to recognize it because we have already decided that there is no way for it to work. If we would just open our minds to the reality that God works in mysterious ways (sometimes VERY mysterious!), we might consider that the little bit of inspiration is just the answer we've been looking for.<br />
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Funny enough, we experienced another "impossibility" on Sunday at Grandma and Grandpa's house. One of the kids was playing on the rope swing on the back patio, and the carabiner that secured it to the beam somehow came detached. Grandma asked Grandpa to go fix it, but he insisted that it was impossible. There was no way that the swing could have detached. Even after he saw it, he stated repeatedly that it was impossible. And really, it did seem impossible. None of us understood what kind of physics could have been at play (the carabiner was in good shape--not loose or anything), but what seemed to be impossible still happened. (I do know that spinning was involved, and that a dress got wound around the rope, and the rope stiffened up, but beyond that, I'm stumped).<br />
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There are two points to this whole thing, I suppose: first, don't brush inspiration off as impossible. If you aren't sure if it's inspiration, ask. And then do. God doesn't send a big answer if a small one will suffice. Second: the "impossible" happens all the time. Just because we don't understand the "how" doesn't mean that it can't happen. And really, isn't a miracle just something that SEEMS impossible according to our understanding, but because of GOD'S understanding, it can happen anyway? Seems to me that if we feel like we need a miracle, we need to start EXPECTING the impossible.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-87594972890397125082017-11-21T07:03:00.000-08:002018-02-10T05:54:45.571-08:00An Incredible Journey part 2: My Letter from HogwartsSo, I previously wrote about my experiences with visualization, and this <a href="https://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2017/10/an-incredible-journey.html" target="_blank">amazing mental "journey"</a> that I find myself on. But I didn't write about the whole thing. I only wrote up to the point where I learned that I am not quite as in control of this journey as I thought. There has been so much that has happened beyond that point.<br />
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I hadn't necessarily planned to share any of the rest of it, but this morning during my study time, an image that was so profound and instructive came to me that I wanted to write it all down...for my benefit, of course. (If you, dear reader, find value in it, too, so much the better!)<br />
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As I periodically checked in with this visualization, I found myself in mountainous areas. First, I faced huge granite cliffs that I had to climb. I struggled to climb them, especially when I saw other people climbing and summiting their own peaks. I didn't understand why things were taking me so long, and why I couldn't have the dreams that I so wanted.<br />
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The next time I checked in, I was camping in the mountains. I saw myself sitting at a campfire, receiving Divine instruction about my journey. I remember feeling so anxious to get moving on the next leg of the journey, as well as being extremely concerned about some perceived needs in my life at the time. The most memorable part of this particular point was a very stern instruction I received: "I will GIVE you those things you think you need, but you MUST learn this!" The particular lesson in question was about unity with my spouse. I COULD NOT move on effectively without it. This lesson has been so important, and I feel so inadequate as I continue to learn it, but I have also discovered that throughout the learning process, my attitude and my intention to be united is far more important than my actual success.<br />
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Sometimes as I have checked in, I've struggled to get a sense of where I am in the journey. I can't exactly see clearly. I can tell, for instance, that I have moved on from one destination, but I can't identify that I am in another yet. It seemed like this lack of clarity about my current location lasted for a while between this and the next destination.<br />
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Finally, I saw a castle, large and ancient, and quite fortress-like, nestled in the mountains. It reminded me immediately of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter movies. I found myself inside, and it was all empty. My job while here was to study and prepare, and wait for people to come. Who, I did not know. But I would teach them. Approximately the same time in real life, I started studying with TJEd, which is a home school community. I had learned about this home school method some 13 or so years earlier, when my oldest child was about three. I felt driven to be a part of this community and to learn from these amazing mentors, even though my school-aged children were all in public school, and there were no plans to bring them home. I loved it. I still love it, and am about to start another one of their programs. I didn't think about what application it had in my life, other than I loved learning for ME (a critical part of being a great teacher, btw), so even when I thought I might need to stop the program due to changes in my life's circumstances, I continued to get the lessons so I could work at my own pace.<br />
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Some time later (again, IRL), I could see the financial need for me to return to work. I have been so set against teaching in a public school for so long (in fact, my intent when I completed the Teacher Ed program in college was to start my own private school), but I could see that my heart was softening toward it. Finally, I realized that one of our main family goals, to completely eliminate our debt, could happen very quickly if I had a full time job. And eliminating our debt was something that my husband and I both felt strongly we needed to do (unity!). But with me not having a job, we were struggling to make ends meet anymore (kids get really expensive as they get older!), and my seventeen years as a stay-at-home-mom were beginning to wear on me. I felt so ineffective as a home manager. And there were needs that we could not meet without more income. In addition, my three-year-old needed more than I felt I could give. Trying to meet his needs and energy level all day every day was taking a toll on me emotionally. I found a fantastic nature-based preschool in the area that I knew would be perfect for him, but again, it cost money.<br />
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In my visualization, I knew that this castle was a place of learning for the people who I would teach. I felt when I taught Genius Bootcamp that that experience was part of it. But it was not enough. Mostly, I saw myself alone in this huge palace. I recognized that I had hurried on without my husband, without my family. I would never, even if I taught a million people here, feel completely fulfilled if my sweetheart and my children were not with me. I started out to find them (I thought I would have to follow my previous--long!--path until I found them. I discovered that there are many paths leading to the castle, and I found all of them almost instantly. And what a happy journey we are on!)<br />
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So this morning, I found myself awake early with a jumble of thoughts about my new goals of public school teaching, and an understanding of my unique perspective because of my past experiences. How to bring them together? I used to see my views about education as being antithetical to public education, and that I could never teach in public school because I wouldn't fit the system's mold. Now I see that my perspective and my voice is needed, and that the people that need my influence--children and adults--are in public school. I see myself now as a great asset to that environment. Still, the "how" is a bit of a question for me. That's when my visualization popped into my mind.<br />
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I saw the castle again. Again, it struck me how similar it was to Hogwarts. At that moment it hit me that it WAS Hogwarts--a school for youth 11-17 (ish) years old to come and learn about their unique abilities, and how to use them effectively in a chaotic world where most people cannot see their special gifts. They will be trained up to be a force for good in a decaying world. It also occurred to me that I might just be the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher--helping them to learn how to effectively battle the adversary (I'm definitely a Lupin, not an Umbridge--except that I'm not a ware wolf, haha!).<br />
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Finally, I felt so amazed and grateful at how the Lord speaks to me. It's unique to me. It uses "language" that I can understand. I'm so happy to know what (in part) the future holds, and to view it with excitement and eager anticipation. I'm so thankful for the years of preparation, when I thought that all my dreams had been taken away. I'm so thankful for the Lord's loving patience as I learn hard lessons, and that every one of these lessons blesses and benefits my life and the lives of others as I seek the good in them. Life is so wonderful!<br />
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And things are about to get very exciting!Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-73385491598327643472017-10-19T11:10:00.001-07:002017-10-24T09:46:53.052-07:00An Incredible Journey<div style="text-align: left;">
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I've recently started participating in Miracle Mornings, as described in the book <a href="http://halelrod.com/books/" target="_blank"><i>The Miracle Morning</i> by Hal Elrod.</a> It's been amazing! Several years ago I developed a love for early mornings, and now I have a routine that transforms it from a lazy hour of solitude to a purposeful hour of rejuvenation and power.<br />
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But there is one part that I have struggled with, and that is visualizing. Each morning, part of the routine is to be spent in visualization. There are lots of ways to visualize. But I've always struggled with seeing myself in real life situations that I haven't experienced yet.<br />
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Thankfully, my mind is a powerful tool, and I have discovered that it's really good at creating analogies. So while I might have a difficult time visualizing what my life will be like when I accomplish such-and-such, I can visualize a symbol of that accomplishment. In fact, I was a little surprised to discover that I already HAD created such a visualization. I have created a symbolic journey for my life, and it started about 11 years ago.<br />
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When my third baby was born, I decided on a natural birth. No meds. In preparation for this birth, I took classes that included self-hypnosis and visualization exercises. The visualization exercises included one where I was to create in my mind a peaceful place, someplace I could mentally "go" to keep my body relaxed in all stages of labor. My peaceful place was a little stone cottage on top of a windswept cliff, overlooking the ocean. But the focus of my visualization was the flower garden surrounding the cottage. It was a beautiful, English style garden, filled with roses, lavender, peonies, and other floral beauties that I could never name. Stone paths wound in and out of the flower beds, and there was an ornate iron bench in an open area of the garden. As I prepared for the birth, I would picture myself in a flowy white dress, relaxing on the bench. I loved visiting that garden.<br />
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My practice of visualizing didn't stop with the birth of my daughter. I recognized through the process that there were some fears and false beliefs that I no longer wanted to be subject to. I continued to use the visualization of my cottage to help me discover and give up these beliefs. Instead of spending time in the cottage garden, though, I found myself in the cottage itself.<br />
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It was a dark, dusty old place, but with so much charm that I loved it in spite of its age and quirks. The furniture was all covered with sheets, and dust bunnies and cobwebs abounded. I set to work, cleaning up the place to make it a beautiful, cozy home. As I cleaned up, I swept garbage and debris into boxes to take out. These boxes of garbage were representative of all the negative, false, and limiting beliefs I was trying to rid myself of. I imagined the Savior coming to the door and knocking, and each time He came to visit, I would give him a box (or more) of accumulated trash, which He lovingly and graciously took away from me.<br />
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After months of cleaning the little cottage out, I finally came to an inspired realization: I was trying to fix up this cute little cottage, but the Lord had far bigger plans. In the place where my cottage stood, He had plans to raise up a palace. That would require a lot more than just finding debris and throwing it out. It would be a major remodeling process.<br />
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Some time later, my visualization took an unexpected turn. I saw myself on the doorstep with two suitcases. Instead of trying to find all of the trash and take it out, I was moving out of my cottage entirely, leaving it all behind. I was moving out of the place where all that fear and negativity had been, moving on to something--to becoming someone--better.<br />
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After that, I didn't do much visualizing for a while. But during a mentor certification class, I had to begin another visualization. I was to mentally create a "workshop"--a place where I could go to think about my life's purpose and work on my goals. I saw myself in an instrument shop--a place to build instruments. It was L-shaped, with one section designed for artisan work, and another for technology, combining the best processes for creating beautiful instruments. In one corner stood a grand piano that was in the process of being reconstructed. The whole shop itself was in a mountain meadow, with a pond nearby, and a natural amphitheater to the side of the building. I spent a bit of time in this shop, trying to figure out how best to serve with the gifts I had been given.<br />
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That year, in my real life, I had some really difficult losses. First, the school I had been hoping to open became too much of a strain on my emotional resources. I had to give up that dream, which was a heartbreaking loss. Then, a few months later, I miscarried at 14 weeks. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. I was crushed. I didn't have it in me to try to help anyone or think positively or live by natural laws. I didn't understand why I had been led to the school (because I really felt like I had been) only to have it taken away, and then to lose a baby on top of it all (that was my third miscarriage in a row, and the fourth overall). It was at that point that I basically gave up.<br />
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I didn't visualize much after that. I don't even remember why I thought about that workshop, other than I wondered sometimes (in real life) what might have been if I had done more with mentoring, or if I had opened the school. I guess it was at these wondering times that the visualization would pop into my head. This time, I saw myself in a back room in the instrument shop, one that I hadn't seen before. I was lying on a cot, being cared for by nurses. I was unwell, clearly, and needed time to heal. It felt like I was unwell for a long time.<br />
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I don't know how much time passed, but eventually I was able to get out of that cot in the little back room. I saw myself again in the instrument shop, but it was completely empty. All of the instruments, all of the technology, all of the furniture was gone, and I was alone. I still didn't understand. I had such great plans. Why had they all gone awry? At that point, the thought came that <i>I</i> was the instrument. I was being molded and shaped into who I needed to be to fulfill my mission, but I was not in charge of things the way I thought I had been. It was at this point that the visualization took on a life of it's own. Instead of being a place of my creation, it was more of a way for God to communicate with me, letting me know where I was on the journey of becoming who I was born to be.<br />
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The next time I checked in with this visualization, I was on a dirt path. I had my suitcases with me, but I was sitting on them, crying. I felt so lost. I looked up to see my Savior approaching. He held out His hand, and I took it. He led me down the path, and I followed, leaving my baggage behind. That was a turning point. I was not in charge anymore, and I knew it. My whole desire to this point had been to be what God wanted me to be, but to do it <i>my </i>way. It was time to leave my way behind.<br />
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It was also at this point that I saw the different visualizations as coming together, forming one long journey rather than being separate stories. And this story continues to write itself. I no longer create the places I am in, but find myself in different places, with some understanding of how the story fits together.<br />
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So, what's the point of this story, especially if this particular visualization is not something I spend time in on a daily basis? Well, first of all, I have been wanting to write out the entire story for a long time (and this is still only a part of it!). I also want to paint it or photograph it--have it visually represented in my home. It has been such a transformational experience, and one that has taught me so perfectly and so gently. I love it, and I treasure it.<br />
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Second, I thought I wasn't good at visualization. When someone tries to describe to me what something looks like, I have a really hard time picturing it, unless I have something familiar to connect it to. I thought that meant that I didn't have vision in a leadership sense. I have since learned that I definitely have vision--that I'm <i>good </i>at vision--but I connect to it more through words than pictures. Even on a vision board, my preference is for words rather than images. I just needed better understanding about what visualization is, and about my personal strengths.<br />
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Finally, the most important part of a visualization is not the image that is created, or the fact that it is or is not symbolic. It is the emotion that we feel and attach to it. Thoughts that are connected to emotion--good or bad--are driven deep into our subconscious minds, into our hearts. They become a part of us. They influence us in seen and unseen ways. Visualization is about connecting positive, motivating, grateful, and loving emotions to our thoughts. When we want to become someone better or more than who we currently are, we need a way to connect those positive emotions to new and unfamiliar thoughts so that they become a part of us. Once those thoughts are a part of us, that's when the miracle begins.<br />
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Like anything else, visualization is a skill that can be developed. But if one person's way of visualizing isn't working for you, don't give up on the whole idea of it. Figure out a way to connect those positive emotions to what it is you want, and work on making it a part of you.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-34545839543183592282017-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:002017-10-18T00:00:07.880-07:00I'm So Happy and Thankful to Be Unemployed...<i>I realized that a couple of posts ago, I mentioned that I lost my job back in June. I mentioned that fact, but never told the story behind it. So here is the story. Not because you need to know every detail of my life, but because it is a cool story, and I learned a lot from the experience.</i><br />
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I've heard about the importance of giving thanks, of feeling gratitude, even in difficult circumstances. I've even taught about the importance of being thankful. But what does it really look like?<br />
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I've spent the last three years as an online English teacher. It has been a great job that has worked really well with being a stay-at-home-mom. But it's been a 9 month gig, meaning that during the summer months, when I wasn't actively teaching, I was also not bringing in money. Coming into summer of 2017, this was a concern.<br />
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Teaching, however, takes a lot of prep work. It's easiest if the prep work is all done in advance. I was hopeful that I could spend the summer prepping for my classes, and get paid during those months for developing the curriculum. If I could get that portion of my income during the summer months, that would help. I contacted my supervisor to float the idea, and waited to hear back.<br />
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And waited.<br />
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I sent a reminder email or two, trying hard not to pester. But I needed to know! Finally, on June 29th, two hours before my daughter's birthday party, and as I was putting my 3 y.o. down for a nap, the email came. <br />
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I saw it on my phone, with the first part of the email in the subject line, "Due to..."<br />
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Instantly the thought hit me, "I've been fired."<br />
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"Don't be silly," I told myself. "Actually read the email."<br />
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So I did.<br />
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I had been fired.<br />
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More accurately, my program had been discontinued, and my services were no longer needed. I was wished good luck in my future endeavors, and that was it.<br />
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I was not particularly surprised. But I was a bit stunned. It took a minute for the stunned feeling to die down, and then I felt...excited.<br />
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Excited? Really?!<br />
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Actually, yeah. It felt like God had reached down and plucked that job right out of my schedule, opening my time up to any number of fantastic opportunities.<br />
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And I couldn't wait to figure out what those opportunities were.<br />
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My husband didn't have the same reaction. I called and told him right away. In retrospect, I should have waited. Maybe it didn't matter. He was already feeling stress from the summertime financial pinch. The only way that he could see to ease that stress was for me to get paid something during the summer. And now, not only was that opportunity gone, but a portion of our income that we had relied on was now also cut off.<br />
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It was a rough few days for him.<br />
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Somehow, I didn't succumb to the dread. I had been feeling driven to share my knowledge and experience with the Laws of Thought. I had written a few articles on those laws, and I started writing the rest (I had planned a series of 8 articles, which you can read <a href="https://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/the-laws-of-thought.html" target="_blank">here</a>). I contacted Leslie Householder to ask about (finally!) teaching a <a href="http://www.geniusbootcamp.com/overview/" target="_blank">Genius Bootcamp</a> (I had certified to teach it 5 years ago, and had nearly given up all hope!). As much as I hoped there was a way for me to bring in money by doing what I love (teaching and mentoring), I mostly just wanted to help people, whether I got paid to do so or not. <br />
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It has been really interesting what opportunities have presented themselves since I was so excited about no longer having a job. I met a woman who asked me to tell her my story. I told a little bit, ending with something about needing money to help my family. She replied, "Have you heard of Norwex?" <a href="http://robynyoung.norwex.biz/" target="_blank">Norwex</a> ended up earning us over $500 that month. My Genius Bootcamp wrapped up just a few days ago, and was a very successful event, both for me and those who participated. And just a few days after that, a job opportunity seriously landed in my lap when I went to discuss a different matter with my children's principal.<br />
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Not every day since that fateful firing day have been exciting. This is still life, after all (<a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/the-law-of-rhythm.html" target="_blank">Law of Rhythm</a>). But I'm convinced that being able to see that circumstance through the eyes of optimism and gratitude had EVERYTHING to do with the opportunities that presented themselves later on. <br />
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Will I be able to face every discouraging blow with that same kind of excitement? Not likely. I'm still learning and practicing living by these laws. But I know it's POSSIBLE. And I know that because I lived it. Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-52806799401236237332017-10-14T11:03:00.000-07:002017-10-14T11:03:10.095-07:00Come, See the MiracleRecently as I read the <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/introduction?lang=eng" target="_blank">Book of Mormon</a>, I read the story of Alma the Younger. I've always loved this story (which I say about EVERY story in the BOM), and when you love a story and have read it many many times, it can be easy to overlook the lessons that are there. Every time I read there is a new lesson (whether or not I pick up on it is a different story...).<br />
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At any rate, I started this particular session of scripture study with a question: how does Heavenly Father want my to use my gifts and talents to serve His children?</div>
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Because I had asked a specific question, my mind was focused on finding an answer. I did largely skim over many of the details of the story (rebellious Alma and his trouble-making friends are out trying to lead people astray, when they are stopped and rebuked by an angel of God. Alma is so astonished that he cannot move, and is carried home by his friends). But when I got to this point, I knew I had found my answer: </div>
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And [Alma's friends] rehearsed unto his father all that had happened unto them; and his father rejoiced, for he knew that it was the power of God. And He caused that a multitude should be gathered together that they might witness what the Lord had done for his son, and also for those that were with him (<a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/27?lang=eng" target="_blank">Mosiah 27:20-21</a>).</blockquote>
Alma (the dad) could see God's hand in the situation, even though it appeared to be quite a negative circumstance concerning his son. Did he know how this was going to turn out? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, before the entire miracle was known, he recognized the hand of God, and called people to gather so that he could bear witness of God's goodness and the miracle at hand. And it was a miracle.<br />
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My heart was so full as I read, recognizing that I, too, have experienced many miracles. Miracles are often small, even imperceptible with our physical senses. The greatest miracle to happen in my life has been when I have experienced a change of heart, through the Grace of my Savior, Jesus Christ. The more frequently I soften and allow this changing miracle, the more often I see other miracles in my daily life. And they are there. Every. Day.<br />
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How does Heavenly Father want me to use my gifts and talents? To gather people to see the miracles all around. I had the opportunity to do that recently at <a href="http://www.geniusbootcamp.com/overview/" target="_blank">Genius Bootcamp</a>. I had the opportunity to do that recently as I bore my testimony in Sacrament Meeting. I have the opportunity to do that every day, anytime I interact with another of God's children. And how thankful I am, both for the miracles, and for these beautiful opportunities.<br />
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Elder Hallstrom gave a marvelous talk in General Conference about miracles. One of our family questions prior to this conference was, "How do I recognize the miracles in my life?" (Thanks to my 10 year old for that beautiful question!) When this same child heard Elder Hallstrom speak, she said, "Mom, I think this is an answer to our question." Yes, my love, it absolutely is.<br />
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View Elder Hallstrom's talk by clicking the link: <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2017/10/has-the-day-of-miracles-ceased?lang=eng" target="_blank">Has the Day of Miracles Ceased?</a><br />
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I promise you that miracles are all around.<br />
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Come, see the miracle.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-12586804856565998132017-10-10T10:23:00.000-07:002017-10-10T10:23:38.357-07:00Well, if You're Such a Genius...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Last weekend was my first official Genius Bootcamp--as a facilitator. WOW! I had forgotten how powerful this workshop is! Not really--after all, that's why I wanted to teach it in the first place. But it was amazing to watch each participant come to some really big realizations, discover direction, and put their trust in God to lead the way. They all seemed so appreciative of me, but I was so appreciative of them. I have wanted to teach this class for five years. I got to the point where I figured it would never happen. It turns out that I needed these last five years to give me the experience I would need to be an effective instructor. I simply didn't have enough practice with the principles before hand, especially in terms of handling discouragement and grief. The last five years have given me that!<br />
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As I was preparing for Genius Bootcamp, I was searching for my own direction. Since I lost my job a few months ago, I've had some ideas of what to do, but nothing has fit the bill entirely. Two days before teaching GBC (since I knew I would be entirely occupied with teaching), I started searching for my own Genius ideas about how to proceed.<br />
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In prayer that morning, I was surprised to hear the words that came out of my mouth..."I think it's time for me to teach." I've spent the last 14 or so years trying to avoid that very thing. But there was such peace and confidence that came as I spoke it. It wasn't entirely a surprise. I could see how my attitude has been softening over the last few weeks, and how my need to control the situation is loosening as well. Turns out that when I try to control things, they don't go very well! Much better to turn it over to God and let Him do the hard work!<br />
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I figured I would start with substitute teaching. I wasn't sure that I could get an actual job at this stage in the game. Besides, my teaching license expired last year, and subbing would help me to get it renewed. I also have experience over the past several years that will count towards the relicensure process, but I needed a licensed administrator to sign off on my renewal application.<br />
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I had the thought to stop in at the office of my children's school and just chat with the principal. I was hoping that she would be the licensed administrator I need. She was more than happy to help me out with that. As I was about to leave her office she asked, "Do you want a job?" <br />
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Turns out that stopping in to see the principal was a Genius idea. Such a small thing, but it led to exactly what I needed. The craziest part is that the job that the principal and I discussed would meet so many of my personal and professional needs. And the only thing I did for it was to go and ask an unrelated question.<br />
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That's how Genius ideas work. That's how God works. I've heard all my life the saying, "Work as if everything depends on you; pray as if everything depends on God." But recently I've seen that saying flipped on it's head: Pray as if everything depends on you, work as if everything depends on God.<br />
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If the success of your goal--whatever it is--depends entirely on God, how intently do we pray? We may do a lot of begging, but since God is all powerful, we know that if it is something He desires to grant us, He is easily able to do it. But what if my success depends entirely on imperfect, inadequate <i>me</i>? I need some serious help. When I pray with <i>that </i>in mind, my prayers change. The same kind of change happens on the other side of the equation, too. When I work as if everything depends on me, I get really tied to my way of doing things. I can only usually see ONE way of doing things. And if everything going on doesn't support that one way, then I get pretty upset. But if I work as if everything depends on God, I don't have to figure out how to accomplish my goal. I just need to ask Him what to do, one step at a time. And if I'm in tune enough to receive those promptings--those Genius ideas--and then follow them...well, things happen in small, quiet, and miraculous ways.<br />
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I still have an application and interview process to go through. The actual job will not be mine until I have taken appropriate action (see <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/the-law-of-cause-and-effect.html" target="_blank">The Law of Cause and Effect</a>) and gone through the process (see <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/p/law-of-gestation.html" target="_blank">The Law of Gestation</a>). But when we stop thinking that WE need to be the Genius, and turn instead to the One who is, we will start seeing miracles.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-25889909830612649132017-08-10T15:05:00.000-07:002017-08-10T15:05:42.203-07:00Who Is Influencing You?We have really been going the rounds as a family. Fighting, bickering, blaming, yelling, screaming, shouting (and that's just Mom!). We've tried talking about the inappropriateness of the behavior, emphasizing positive qualities of our kids to their irritated siblings, and praying for guidance as to what to do. We have made efforts to increase our family prayer and scripture study, relying on the promise that increasing our time in the scriptures would increase the Spirit in our home. To be fair, those efforts have all but disappeared during the summer, but it was a serious concern for us even as we made diligent efforts. The contention seemed to be ever-present, even when (even while!) we were regularly studying. But in talking to one of my daughters about this problem, I may have hit on an aspect of it that we haven't addressed before.<br />
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She was particularly upset with one of her sisters. I asked her how she thought Heavenly Father felt about that sister. What words would He use to describe her? She replied with loving, kind, happy. Is that how she felt about her sister? NO! Then I asked how Satan would describe her sister. As she thought, I asked her another question: <b>are your thoughts and feelings about your sister more like Heavenly Father's? Or more like the adversary's?</b><br />
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God, being our Heavenly Father, knows us perfectly. He has known us for far longer than we have lived here on Earth. He knows our weaknesses, sure--and we all have them--but how do you think He really sees His children? When introducing His perfect Son to those present at His baptism, to the Nephites, and to the boy Joseph Smith, He called Him Beloved. I think that's how He sees all of us, too.<br />
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So if that is not how we see each other, then who has influence over us? Prior to this discussion, we talked as a family about anger and how it can trap you (for a really good analogy of this, read the first part of chapter nine in <i>Where the Red Fern Grows</i> by Wilson Rawls). I think that for our family, our natural feelings of anger have made us susceptible to Satan's lies*--"That person is so lazy." "He is so irritating!" "She is so bossy." "He hates me." "She always...." "He never...." And the list goes on and on in a seemingly endless, negative cycle. <br />
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Once we recognize Satan's lies for what they are, we can dismiss them. We will still have angry moments. Those negative feelings are part of this mortal experience. They can even be helpful tools in personal growth. The problem comes when we accept them, when we choose to own them, and when we falsely identify a person with a character flaw that they may have, but that is not in keeping with their TRUE nature. Particularly for parents, who want to help their children become their best selves, it is important to SEE them as their best selves--to recognize, emphasize, and celebrate the positive qualities that are their special gifts from God.<br />
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There was another thought that struck me as I considered this possibility for my family: what if, by accepting and holding on to these false ideas about our family members, we have been less able to identify the feelings of the Spirit? If we are harboring feelings of anger, then how can the Spirit reach us? Have we been missing out on spiritual blessings because we have been unwilling to let go of our negative thoughts and feelings about one another? <br />
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*I believe that the same things apply to the negative things we say and feel about ourselves. Who is feeding us those lies? If we believe them, who are we listening to? I've struggled with this (and continue to!) but at least I am certain that my Heavenly Father sees me in a positive, loving way. With that assurance, I can banish those negative thoughts!<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-42160299634996314842017-03-07T08:01:00.003-08:002017-03-07T08:01:35.098-08:00<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>“I am determined to be happy in whatever situation I may be,
for I have learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or
misery is dependent upon our dispositions, not our circumstances.”</i></div>
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This has been my favorite quote for many years. I have most often seen it attributed to
either Martha Washington or the ever-wise “Anonymous,” but I haven’t been able
to authenticate either. Regardless, it
is a truism that I have experienced in my life.
When I was first introduced to this quote at 15 years old, my Young
Women’s leader challenged me to look at myself in the mirror while I repeated
this quote with conviction. I did. After several weeks, I recognized that I was
seeing things in a more optimistic way.</div>
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Today as I was thinking (as I am apt to do), this quote led
to a broader truism: the greater part of my happiness or misery is dependent
upon my own thinking. When I think and
act in accordance with natural law, I experience happiness. When my thoughts and actions run contrary to
natural law, I experience misery.</div>
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At our Stake Conference last Sunday, our wonderful Stake
President spoke about repentance. It was
an excellent talk! One of the things he
said was that he is so grateful for guilt.
Guilt is a gift. These are bold
and confusing statements when you consider how much effort we as a society put
into NOT feeling guilt. But he reminded
us that guilt helps us to recognize a need for change, and then to seek
it. If we continue to make choices that
violate moral or natural law and expect positive results (i.e., happiness), we
will be miserable because such a thing is impossible according to natural
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As I was pondering these new thoughts, I watched one of my
daughters become angry with her sister (again.
It’s an ongoing battle!). I
recognized immediately that this principle was at work: if my daughter would
change her thinking, she would not have to experience so much frustration with
her sister. We accept so much as “normal”
(sibling rivalry is “normal”; the generation gap is “normal”) that really could
be changed by a change in our thinking.
It is most certainly “normal” to encounter these feelings, but we don’t
have to invite them to be our constant companions. We can recognize them as invitations to
discover a train of faulty thought, and then correct that faulty thinking. Believing this—acting on this—makes happiness
attainable in every circumstance.
Instead of an emotional state that we hope will happen to us, happiness becomes
a choice. It is available to us anytime
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I remember once as I read over this favorite quote again, I
got stuck on the word <i>determined</i>. For the first time, I didn’t like the connotation. It’s possible to believe that this quote is
encouraging us to use our determination to power through feelings of sadness or
frustration, and <i>make</i> ourselves feel
happy instead. Pushing away those negative
feelings in an attempt to be happy is trying to force something contrary to
natural law. To read this quote in that
way will yield more frustration and more disappointment. But if we remember that to determine
something means to make a choice, then we can read the quote like this: I have
chosen to be happy in whatever situation I may be… </div>
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It makes a difference.
It is choosing to tap into the power that will bring happiness, rather
than trying to force happiness when it isn’t there. It is choosing to feel and experience
negative feelings, and to use them as tools to rediscover happiness, by
identifying and changing our faulty ways of thinking. Happiness cannot come just because you will
it to be so. Happiness is a direct
result of living and thinking rightly, according to natural law. I will not just “happen” for anyone, but it
is available to everyone.</div>
Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-67882507689472170232017-03-07T08:00:00.001-08:002017-03-07T08:04:38.769-08:00(I happened upon this unfinished draft this morning. I wish I had published it back in December when it happened. But it was still a good memory, and a good reminder, especially as Easter is not far away. We can remember the Savior and make a difference any time of the year.)<br />
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This year (2016) we have been participating in the <a href="https://www.lds.org/blog/25-ways-to-lighttheworld-this-christmas?cid=HP_TH_1-12-2016_dOCS_fBLOG_xLIDyL2-2_">#LightTheWorld</a> campaign with a little success, though certainly not perfection. Day 6 was, "Jesus read the scriptures, and so can I." I know this, because we had just decided to forgo our family morning scripture study due to oversleeping, and just pray instead. We checked out what the activity for Light the World was, and when we saw "read the scriptures," the reminder couldn't have been clearer. Even on hurried mornings, the scriptures MUST be a part of our lives. They are a vital protection to our family every day. But I digress. A post on the scriptures is for another day.<br />
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This post is about feeding the hungry. I wanted to donate to a food bank for this activity, which is one of the suggested activities. But a busy day of schoolwork, teaching, and chauffeuring my kids from place to place got the better of me. Ahh, intentions.<br />
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In the middle of chauffeuring, I found myself at the grocery store with my oldest daughter. We bought a few things that I had missed on my weekly grocery run (which happens every week, btw), including a sack of apples. As we left the store parking lot on our way home, a man stood near the street with a sign--"Anything helps." Hannah pulled an apple out of our sack and gave it to him, and he accepted it with gratitude. As we pulled away, Hannah turned to me and said, "Today was 'Jesus fed the hungry.' We just fed the hungry."<br />
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I was so thankful for the opportunity to make a small difference, when my intentions to make a big difference didn't pan out. Even my efforts to make a "big" difference would have been small, comparatively speaking. But even the Savior, who makes all the difference, took time to make a small difference to just one. Over and over, he reached out to one. And this individual attention is what makes the difference, still, for each one of us. <br />
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One hungry person. One apple. One very good reminder.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-65879098716370062642016-12-01T07:44:00.000-08:002016-12-01T07:44:00.156-08:00Lessons from the Grinch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlg7b8BOhqqUrGj_4eGRrY1TVAbKZ_fj4eEmMCIxb8FXmAz8wpNaFHls8F_1TJQtMmlL-2jYu076gIJjdJTxIEseEuUNvcrS5evLioA-GsvsF_jK14ZhkLcfg0MwamnmVtbI_6QbeORU/s1600/DSCN3280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlg7b8BOhqqUrGj_4eGRrY1TVAbKZ_fj4eEmMCIxb8FXmAz8wpNaFHls8F_1TJQtMmlL-2jYu076gIJjdJTxIEseEuUNvcrS5evLioA-GsvsF_jK14ZhkLcfg0MwamnmVtbI_6QbeORU/s320/DSCN3280.JPG" width="240" /></a>Last December we planned a family outing to go Christmas shopping. For years we have taken the kids to the dollar store to buy presents for each other and the parents. It has become a favorite family tradition--dinner at McDonald's, and shopping at the Dollar Tree across the parking lot. But I'd grown weary of receiving dollar store gifts to try and treasure. I decided that perhaps we had "graduated" to a "nicer" discount store where we could have a bigger selection of gifts. Yes, our budget would need to increase, but the gifts would be better! So we tried Big Lots. Meh. Yes, bigger gifts. Better--maybe. This year, instead of Dollar Tree or Big Lots, we would go to our favorite local big box store--Shopko. It would definitely be better here.<br />
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Ugh. Worst family activity night! The store was so big that it was hard to keep track of everyone. The selection was so big (and the prices) that it was difficult for our littles to stay within their modest budget. They needed a lot of help from mom and dad. And the kicker--the coupons that we brought to use had all either expired the day before, or were not valid until the next day. We had confused the dates as we looked at them before leaving the house, so this was a check-stand discovery. Andy was fuming, mostly about the coupons, but also over the frustration of the shopping trip. Everyone else was ornery, and I suddenly remembered a line from <i>How the Grinch Stole Christmas</i>:<br />
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Had I really made the same mistake as the Grinch? Had I really become so selfish that I couldn't see my children's gifts to me for what they were? All they wanted was to share in the joy of giving, and to see a smile on my face when they gave me a heart-felt gift. And, at least for a few years, I had been more focused on the gift than on the giver. I was embarrassed over this new discovery. And with everyone else's unhappiness over the "fun" family activity we had just (not) enjoyed, I asked some questions.<br />
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"Did anyone have fun tonight?" (The answers were mixed, but there was definitely whining involved.) "Was it more fun tonight? Or was it more fun when we used to go to the dollar store? I don't ever remember coming away from the dollar store with this feeling." <br />
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Everyone agreed. We had spent more money and time, and had less fun. Andy had considered taking everything back and using the coupon to re-purchase, but I had a different idea.<br />
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"We used to have fun doing this activity. What if we take back all the stuff, and re-do our Christmas shopping at the dollar store?" There was some disappointment, because these girls had worked hard to pick nice gifts. But instead of having to draw names and buy for just one sibling, they would be able to buy for everyone. And the fun we used to have with this activity would return. The feeling in the van changed. Everyone calmed down. <br />
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A few days later, we went to the dollar store. The girls wandered around, dropping hints about what they would like as they worked to pick the perfect gifts for their family members and stay out of sight. Everything in the store fit into their budget. They all got their own money to take and pay by themselves. No coupons were involved. And it was a small enough place that they could wander freely without getting lost. The fun was back. I got a puzzle, a dishtowel, a fancy bar of soap, and some floral patterned pens. And a truly fun family memory.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-82342339361085293052016-06-18T06:15:00.000-07:002016-06-18T06:15:07.729-07:00Some Things Are Worthy of Quitting<div class="MsoNormal">
I have always loved to write, and fancied myself as a
professional writer from a young age. (I imagined myself on a successful book
tour at the ripe old age of 12. I could
just see myself on talk shows answering the hosts’ burning questions about my incredible
book, and my amazing talent. Oh, I
planned to be so famous!)</div>
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I must not have been as talented as I imagined, because my
dream of success at 12 didn’t happen then, and still hasn’t happened (not for
the writing dream, at least). But the
dream persisted, and led me to take a correspondence writing course where I was
mentored by a published author. I had to
submit a writing sample as part of the application process, and I was very
flattered to be accepted.</div>
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It was fun, at first.
But it got hard pretty quick. I
wasn’t used to having someone find fault with my work. I had a difficult time coming up with plots
for stories. I felt so unable to relate
to kids or teens—the audience I was writing for—that I became discouraged. And then I had a baby. Trying to find time for writing while taking
care of a newborn was a real challenge. I
got to the point that I dreaded the class work.
I no longer enjoyed writing. I no
longer wanted to get published. I just
wanted to be done.</div>
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So I quit.</div>
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I didn’t think I regretted it, until a few weeks ago. I received a letter from the writing school, offering
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Again, I was flattered.
They wanted me back! They saw
potential in me! Maybe I had quit too
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Maybe I was a quitter.</div>
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That was the idea that took hold in my brain and wouldn’t
let go. I have certainly had other
experiences where, when the going got tough, I quit. The writing class was only one example. I didn’t want to be a quitter. Didn’t I want to teach my children to do hard
things? Didn’t I want to push through
the hard times to get to the reward of success on the other side? Aren’t those important life skills?</div>
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I convinced myself that they were, and I signed back up.</div>
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My first assignment was due this week. I tried to write it. The words would not come. And when I finally sat down to put some real
effort into it, I realized that I no longer had time to put together a good
attempt. That’s okay, I told
myself. I’ll just submit something from
the blog. But there was a nagging
question—why do I want to do this? DO I
want to do this? What is the end
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Answer: I am not a quitter.</div>
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That was my end game?
I am not a quitter? That was why
I was adding unnecessary stress to my life was to prove that I was not a
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Lightbulb moment: I am not a quitter already, and some
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There is a vast difference between quitting because
something is hard, and recognizing that persisting in something will not help
you to accomplish your goals. I am a big
advocate of doing hard things. I am a
big advocate of personal development.
Sometimes developing character means doing hard things that don’t have a
fiscally measurable return on investment.
Sometimes it will be hard to remember why we are doing the hard thing in
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And sometimes, we need to quit.</div>
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Seeing value in doing hard things doesn’t mean that we need
to do ALL hard things. We don’t need to
sign up for something just because it’s hard.
Life is generous in that way—we’ll get plenty of hard things to do just
by virtue of being alive. We don’t need
to pile it on ourselves. Conversely,
having a goal, a really hard goal, even, can be a great and important
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Honestly, I don’t know.
But I do know that my biggest goals, my <i>eternal</i> goals, are to return to live with my Heavenly Father some
day. To be with my family for
eternity. To make and keep
covenants. To be truly united with my
husband as we lead and love our family. Any
goal that distracts me or directs me away from those things is not in keeping
with my chosen destiny, and is not worthy of my time and effort. And sometimes, it requires the assistance of
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Those are the things that guide my steps every day. There are a lot of opportunities that come
along in the course of this mortality, and I’ve attempted to pursue some of
them. More often than I would like, I
feel a nudge away from the things I have chosen, with an oh-so-subtle whisper that
what He has in store for me is so much better than what I am attempting. So I retreat.
I let go of my dreams, hoping that His plan for me will be as fulfilling
as my plan would have been. Letting go
of my dreams has been heart-wrenching.
Every time I do it, there is a mourning process to go through. It is as much a loss in some ways as my
miscarriages have been. But, as with my
miscarriages, there is a peace that God is in control, and He knows what He is
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In the last week, especially since General Conference, I
have had the feeling that if I will take care of things here at home, these
experiences will prepare me in exactly the ways I need for what is ahead. My job now is to be okay with that, and to
trust God to direct my steps. I don’t
need to rush things. I just need to be
willing to follow. And He will lead the
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-2247589116622794572016-06-16T06:07:00.000-07:002017-03-28T12:12:57.419-07:00Beautiful Easter<i>(I started writing this for on Easter Sunday. It is no longer Easter, but the blessings of the Resurrection are not only for one day. So I'm posting it late, because the blessings of the Atonement and Resurrection are for every moment, every second. And it's my blog.)</i><br />
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Beautiful Easter today. My toddler woke at 4 a.m. and wouldn't go back to sleep. My husband and I took turns for four hours, trying to keep him occupied and quiet, so that our sick daughter would be able to stay asleep. It was a valiant effort. I tried to pour out my tired soul in prayer, but I got as far as, "I'm just so tired. Please help me understand what my children need, and give me strength to get through the day." At least toddler napped for an hour or so before church.<br />
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We made it to Sacrament Meeting, and we were almost completely settled into our pew before toddler started wailing for his milk. We did manage to make it almost through the Sacrament with him before Dad took him out. *Sigh.* I struggle with Sundays.<br />
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The ward choir sang. It was lovely, but a little bittersweet, since my sick 15 year-old was supposed to accompany the choir on her violin. I love to hear her play. Just as the music ended, Dad returned with toddler. My turn. We tried walking around the church. Several times he flopped onto the ground and just lay there, letting people step over him, and I think he was licking the carpet. Gross, but he's a boy. I've stopped caring so much about the things that go into his mouth. It takes way to much energy to worry about most of it. <br />
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A friend of mine was also in the hall, and started to chat with me, but toddler was having none of it. "I don't know why I'm here," I confided. "You should just go home," she said. "I'll sub for you in the nursery." <br />
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I didn't even think twice, not letting the guilt in, even though I read through the Ensign about parents who are diligent with their fussy children, walking the halls for most of the three hour block, but at least they are in the right place! I should be one of those diligent parents. Instead, I take my little one home for a nap. But we try. Every week we try.<br />
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It doesn't sound like such a lovely Easter, does it? But it was. I prayed in anticipation of a family dinner, knowing that some of our family members are struggling with heavy burdens. It breaks my heart that they have chosen a path away from the church, away from faith, and away from the Savior, but it is what it is. I prayed to be able to say something to one family member in particular, and to have the words given to me. I didn't have the opportunity for a conversation with this person, but I was asked to say the blessing on the meal. I wasn't sure I was in the right frame of mind, but I prayed. <br />
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I wondered as I prayed whether or not I should mention the Resurrection and Atonement on this Easter Sunday. How would such a prayer be received by those in our family who don't believe? On the other hand, how could I pray and NOT express my gratitude for my Savior? I had to say what was in my heart, regardless of how the other members of the family would feel about it. <br />
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It wasn't until I left that I realized that the Lord had answered my prayers. Usually Grandpa calls on someone to pray. This time, Grandma suggested that I say it. I haven't prayed at one of these family gatherings in a very long time--usually it's one of the grandchildren. But I was given the opportunity to bear my testimony through prayer to family members who wouldn't hear it any other way. I don't know if it will make any difference to them, but it did to me. <br />
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I left wanting to shout my testimony from the rooftops. HE LIVES! Hallelujah! He lives! Because He lives, all of the difficulties of my day are fleeting. Because He lives, all the pain, sorrow, exhaustion, turmoil, confusion, and strife can be overcome. It can all melt away as I strive to be still and listen to what He is telling me. And not just me, it can be that way for you. He died for YOU. He suffered for YOU. He LOVES YOU. He is there, waiting, for YOU. The more I let Him in, the more my life changes for the better. The more <i>I</i> change for the better. And if you will let Him in, your life will change, too. Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-24840324463704318792016-06-14T05:56:00.000-07:002016-06-14T05:56:17.806-07:00Get Behind Me, Shoulder DevilMy kiddos are huge <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/BYUTelevision" target="_blank">Studio C</a> fans. Our Monday night <a href="https://www.lds.org/topics/family-home-evening/purpose?lang=eng" target="_blank">Family Home Evening</a> schedule is pretty strict, to make sure that we are all ready to watch Studio C at 8:00. It's fun, clean humor, which I really appreciate. Recently, though, it had more than just a humorous application for my family.<br />
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One of my daughters has a particularly difficult time controlling her temper. She is extremely sensitive, and very spiritually mature, but get her in a bad mood and none of that matters. I try to calm her to the point that she can make better decisions, but when she is mad, she seems determined to stay that way. She expresses a desire to not feel so out of control (when she is in a contrite state of mind), but how to help her with that has been somewhat of a mystery to me and my husband as we try to love and teach her. Finally, my husband expressed that perhaps she is more than just sensitive to THE Spirit, maybe she is sensitive to all manner of spirits.<br />
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I had had the same thought. This girl is strong. She is powerful. She has a faith that is unusual for a child her age. How to help her put off these negative emotions?<br />
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I asked my sweet daughter if she ever felt like there was someone trying to persuade her to do wrong or feel badly. She answered that she did. I then reminded her of the Shoulder Devil skits, and told her that these menacing emotions were like the Shoulder Devil. Most importantly, she could identify them and command them to leave. We have worked to identify these spirits by name--the spirit of contention, of belligerence, of vitriol, of discouragement, of rancor--and then she commands them to leave her in the name of Jesus Christ. When she does this, her countenance changes immediately. She feels great relief, and is once again in control of herself and her actions.<br />
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Another blogger I know of, Tamara Laing, writes about "chasing darkness," and how it has helped her daughter. Her <a href="http://tamarasbook.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_20.html" target="_blank">Mental Health First Aid</a> page talks specifically of this, and contains helpful tools she has used to help her family members (it also describes some of the other tools that have been helpful to me and my family). Her book, <i>Healing Arts</i>, has been especially helpful to me in understanding energy healing from an LDS perspective. Get more information about Tamara's book <a href="http://tamarasbook.blogspot.com/p/wha.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-22293310013646863072016-06-09T05:51:00.000-07:002016-06-09T10:43:07.763-07:00Moving Forward with an Eye of FaithI've always had a bit of a tendency to worry. I remember in high school going to my mom in tears, spilling all of my worries to her about how overwhelmed I felt by what was required of me (I also had a tendency to feel overwhelmed), and she would gently talk me down from my hysteria, helping me to identify the things that really needed my attention at that time, and setting aside the things that were either out of my control, or so far in the future that they didn't matter in the moment. I needed to eliminate the distracting and worrisome thoughts of the future, and focus on what I could do in the here and now.<br />
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Years later, I found myself swept up in watching FOX News (because that is fair and unbiased, right?), born out of my good desire to be informed and a good citizen. I liked a few of the news programs, and wanted to keep watching, but they got me all riled up about the state of the world, and I didn't like that feeling. The more I continued to watch, the more I felt the Lord teach me gently that I didn't need to worry about those things. They may be true, they may be important to be aware of, and they may even be important for some people to worry about, but they were not the things that I should devote particular attention to. I had other things I needed to focus on.</div>
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I remember starting to get caught up in the prepper craze, reading blogs, reading predictions, and then expressing my concerns to the Lord in prayer. "I don't even have food storage!" I lamented. The answer that came was powerful, "I will give you food storage, but you MUST learn this lesson now!"</div>
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It brought me up short. I knew I was in the midst of some serious learning. I knew it was important. But it was at that time that I realized I had been distracted. And because of the distraction, I was unaware of HOW important that learning really was.</div>
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The thing is, the adversary knew how important my lesson was. And if he could distract me with worries and fears about coming events--real or pretended--then my essential spiritual learning could potentially be cut short. And if that were cut short, I would be less effective in the battle being waged against good and evil. I would be less effective in teaching my children those things that are of CRITICAL importance for them to not just know, but to understand, practice, and KNOW with every fiber of their being. I would be less prepared to serve my Heavenly Father's children.</div>
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The world is full of distractions. And the adversary is good at using them. There are some people that (I believe) the adversary knows he will never be able to persuade to commit grievous sins. But if he can DISTRACT them? Just as good. And what are some of those distractions? Uncertainty. Worry. Fear. Doubt. Questions. Anxiety. Depression. Keeping up with the Jonses. Overwhelm. Inadequacy. If he can keep righteous, covenant-keeping men and women focused on those things rather than on the power available to them through our Savior, Jesus Christ, then our effectiveness in the battle will be reduced. </div>
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One of my favorite stories in the Book of Mormon is that of the Stripling Warriors, found in Alma chapters <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/56?lang=eng" target="_blank">56</a> and <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/alma/57?lang=eng" target="_blank">57</a>. In chapter 57 verse 46, this band of young men says to Helaman, their leader, "<span style="background-color: white;">Father, behold our God is with us, and he will not suffer that we should fall; then let us go forth."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">What optimism! What faith! Can you imagine the difference in the outcome of those key battles if these faithful young men had been distracted by doubt? About their inexperience in battle? About their lack of physical strength against well-seasoned soldiers? (I have a tendency to believe that they were not all as buff as the picture suggests). But distracted they were not. Alma 57:27 tells us, "Their...minds [were] firm, and they [did] put their trust in God continually." They knew where to put their focus.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">I have also been recently reminded of the optimism of our prophets, and how they encourage us to be optimistic as well. Is it because they live in a bubble, out-of-touch and unaware? I am here to tell you, kids, they know. They know far more than you or I understand. That doesn't mean they know everything in detail, or that they know now everything that they will know in the future. But a lot of what they know is not taught, because it is not the time for the church as a body to know these things yet. That also doesn't mean that the members of the church are not being taught by the Lord. Many of our good brothers and sisters are catching glimpses of what the future holds, and how their gifts will be used to bless Heavenly Father's children. In fact, in recent General Conference talks we have been counseled to up our game and seek this kind of personal revelation. We are being taught to take our spiritual learning to a higher level.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I watched this devotional address from Sheri Dew yesterday. She has long been one of my all-time favorite speakers. Her talk had such an impression on me that I want to watch it again and again, because there is so much good and important information there. You can watch it <a href="https://video.byui.edu/media/Sheri+Dew+%E2%80%9CWill+You+Engage+in+the+WrestleF%E2%80%9D/0_b6auom99" target="_blank">here</a> (and I HIGHLY recommend you do!).</span><br />
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Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-65424325338610143712016-03-07T09:01:00.001-08:002016-03-08T07:22:33.916-08:00The Parable of the Tiny X<div class="MsoNormal">
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Sort of. Actually, I enjoy the
end result of cross stitching. Sometimes
I enjoy the process. I certainly enjoy
picking out the patterns, the fabrics, the threads. And there’s nothing quite like the feeling of
hanging a beautifully framed, completed piece on the wall for all to
enjoy. But in between all the fun stuff,
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It’s not difficult.
In fact, it’s really quite easy.
Needle up, needle down, needle up, needle down, and a tiny little x is
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It is the repeat a lot part that tends to get me down. Sometimes it’s soothing. Sometimes it makes me feel more centered to
focus my efforts on this gentle art.
Until I have to unpick some misplaced stitches. Or until I get bored. Sometimes the piece I’m working on takes so
long to finish that the promise of the finished piece is not enough of a
motivator for me to keep going. Then I
put it away, sometimes for years. Every
once in a great while I’ll pull out my unfinished projects and see what I have
started to create. I recall the vision
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I’m in the more positive part of the cross stitch
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loved, and they were small enough to keep the motivation high, so I’ve actually
completed them. As I sat stitching these
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On its own, a tiny x is insignificant. But in a completed project, every tiny x is
important. Every tiny x works to create
a beautiful piece of art. A larger x
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important. Every prayer adds to it. Every verse of scripture that is pondered and
internalized adds to it. Just as a
larger x in cross stitch cannot compensate for dozens of tiny x’s, in building
a testimony, great but inconsistent efforts will never produce the same result
as days, weeks, and months of consistently praying, studying, and serving, even
if the number of pages read or the number of hours in prayer is less than the
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As my daughters have entered the Young Women program, I have
taken the opportunity to work on Personal Progress goals with them. A few years ago I completed the first value experience
for faith, and wrote about it <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-1.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://robyn-thebirdswords.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-about-faith.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Somehow, I was unsatisfied with it, and
decided recently to try again. This
time, I made myself pray every morning and night, regardless of how tired I
was. When I missed morning prayers
because of my five little distractions running around, I knelt down as soon as
I remembered. I changed my habits. The quality of my prayers was not always
stellar. Sometimes it felt a little like
I was just going through the motions, but I was sincerely trying to make a
positive change, and most of my prayers were very heartfelt. I also prayed more during the day, at times
when I was struggling. And I noticed a
difference. I noticed that my previous
experience of less frequent, more “perfect” prayers was not as spiritually refining
as less perfect prayers with more focused frequency. I discovered what the purpose of that value
experience was—to actually develop faith, and to USE that faith as a power to
change my life. That kind of faith didn’t—couldn’t—come
with random grand efforts (although I know that God hears and answers EVERY
prayer). There was a very real power in
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldbcQBS1tXk1XG3M0TID1WnYrfUG2xVyLdHZmIWPOOIg25WrDj13nywPqHGBZj6r1c_bOakdd2yyjA7dfepPXh1ocoFrOfDiXPV42GMLLFrY53SgrsUPT96nxhj56DZvOb9-paf-dhAk/s1600/DSCN3391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldbcQBS1tXk1XG3M0TID1WnYrfUG2xVyLdHZmIWPOOIg25WrDj13nywPqHGBZj6r1c_bOakdd2yyjA7dfepPXh1ocoFrOfDiXPV42GMLLFrY53SgrsUPT96nxhj56DZvOb9-paf-dhAk/s320/DSCN3391.JPG" width="240" /></a>We are living in a time when we NEED the very real
protection that comes from personal spiritual habits. The more consistent our efforts, the greater
the power and protection these habits can provide, even if our efforts are less
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I have a lot of links throughout the blog leading to other
blogs with articles that I’ve really enjoyed and that have changed my
perspective. Here’s one more. </div>
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<a href="http://segullah.org/daily-special/the-battle-in-our-brains/">http://segullah.org/daily-special/the-battle-in-our-brains/</a></div>
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And a follow-up article by the same author:</div>
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<a href="http://ldsmag.com/article-1-11108/">http://ldsmag.com/article-1-11108/</a>
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I love that there are so many people increasing their
spiritual learning and their capacity to follow the promptings of the
Spirit. We are here to learn from each
other and to help each other. I hope my
small insights are enough to give someone hope.
The Lord knows and loves YOU! As
I was reminded yesterday in our stake conference, “Keep going. You’re doing better than you think you are!”Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594230450823270428.post-28189616072126425862015-12-03T06:08:00.000-08:002017-03-28T12:23:36.214-07:00No Need to Fear<br />
San Bernadino shooting yesterday. When I first saw the story I got angry. Not again. More lives lost. More hate. More pain. More sorrow. And the media and the politicians spin it. We need gun control! We need to close our borders to refugees! But clearly the problem is here, or there wouldn't be more than a dozen people dead in a city that is probably more like mine that I realize. <br />
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Someone told me that the solution is to arm everyone. If all the good people have guns too, maybe the madness can be stopped. But it's only a matter of time until the madness overtakes us all. The perpetrators of these horrific events are human, after all. And we all have human frailties. So the solution doesn't lie in relying on the goodness of the people you arm. That goodness is fallible, corruptible. There is truly only one solution:<br />
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Alma 31:5--"And now, as the preaching of the word had a great tendency to lead the people to do that which was just—yea, it had had more powerful effect upon the minds of the people than the sword, or anything else, which had happened unto them—therefore Alma thought it was expedient that they should try the virtue of the word of God."</div>
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In a world that is increasing in darkness, the only protection is to fill ourselves with Light--the Light of Christ. He is the Light, the Life, and the Hope of the world. His gospel brings true and lasting peace. He can offer peace in times of suffering because he suffered all our sorrows and took upon him all our sins. He can offer hope in times of loss, because he overcame death. He can heal our hurts, our anger, our hatred, our fear--if we will turn to him. <br />
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One of my favorite stories in the Book of Mormon is that of the Anti-Nephi-Lehis. This was a group of people who, when introduced to the gospel, had such a desire to follow God that they were willing to give up everything--riches and sins. They had been a hate-filled, war-like people, but when they learned the good news of the gospel they rejoiced in it, and covenanted with God that they would never take the life of another person.<br />
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Their faith was put to the test when they were attacked by an army because of their new beliefs. But they went unarmed to the battle field, and as the army fell upon them, they fell to their knees in worship of the Almighty God. More than 1,000 were quickly slain, but just as quickly, the attacking army was stung with the awfulness of the murders they had just committed. More than 1,000 of the attacking army were converted.<br />
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I'm sure there was great sadness in the loss of these 1,000+ righteous men. But the record states that the sadness was swallowed up in the joy of the gospel because those left behind knew that their loved ones were saved in the kingdom of God. And adding to their joy, the lives of these men were not in vain because of the number brought into the kingdom of God because of their worthy lives. <br />
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Their faith in God did not keep them from dying. Faith in God won't keep anyone from dying, ultimately. But it takes away the sting of death. It can remove all fear. Later in the story, the faith of the Anti-Nephi-Lehis was so great that it literally did save the lives of their children. But only because they did not fear death. Their faith in Jesus Christ cast out all fear.<br />
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I do not need to fear because God is at the helm. He is in control. I <i>do </i>need to make efforts to fill myself with his light every day. I <i>do </i>need to listen to the promptings of his Spirit, and follow them. I know that as I look to him that I will live, regardless of the length of my mortal life. <br />
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There is hope. There is peace. There is goodness in the world. Find it. Cling to it. Share it. And have faith that God will take care of the rest. <br />
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<br />Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01963337407600480518noreply@blogger.com1