For a week I had dreams that our oldest son, Elder Jason Otis, had been forgotten at the airport! I would toss and turn at night feeling like I'd forgotten something important. Then some nights Elder Otis would mysteriously appear in my dreams--arriving on my font porch with a big grin. I've heard sometimes this happens with moms who's sons have been on missions. Two years is a long time to be apart after all. This was a first for me to have these dreams. I was glad when it was finally over!
Elder Jason Otis arrived in Minneapolis on March 4th 2009 without incident....Well there was that one thing... We were all standing there with a large banner which read Welcome home Elder Banov & Elder Otis! I had a sinking suspicion that they might just sneak up on us all from behind. We waited and we waited....no Elders. Then suddenly we heard a big whoop from behind! They had snuck up on us all! They had arrived! We were all so happy to see them. Both so tan and our son so tall and happy. It was memorable. We were finally reunited and it was a great evening for us all.
The next day we went to see the Stake President so Elder Otis could give his mission report. It was amazing to hear such a maturity in his voice as he accounted for his two years of missionary service. Elder Otis was released as a full time missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints that evening. I am so proud to be his mother--so pleased about how hard he worked and how much he loved the people he served.
He has been home over a week now and is fitting in nicely and will be looking for a job soon. He's still tan and he's still tall, but sounding more and more like a Minnesotan all the time. This weekend he's acting like one too! He's off at Keigo snow camping on a lake--driving snowmobiles and ice fishing like he loves to do!
Jason Edward Otis is home at last! Gosh how we've missed him and how we all love him! Welcome home Jason!
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Cherished Dimples in Time...
I can't believe it's been nearly a full month since I last posted an article here. Our lives have been full this past month with the arrival of our son Matthew-- fresh from the mission field.
It was an amazing experience welcoming an adult child home from the mission field in Russia.
One of the things I puzzled over before he arrived, was a sadness I felt when I realized that I was reading his very last e-mail before he left for home. It might sound strange to you as a reader that I would feel that way, so allow me to explain...
For two full years we have only had one e-mail a week from our son in Russia. They have a P-day where they take care of personal things such as laundry, grocery shopping, a group activity and letter writing and e-mailing home. We anticipated that letter each and every week with thanksgiving and excitement as we turned on the computer. Often we read about adventures and near accidents and joy. Other days about uplifting spiritual experiences only found while helping and teaching other children of God and giving compassionate service to the sick, the old and the lost souls they found. There were times of personal sorrow and illness where we were able to pray fervently for our sons and encourage and uplift them as well.
Following my husbands accident, I was able to keep our sons updated on Terry's progress and I know both our missionary sons were grateful for those letters and anticipated more news each week about his recovery. I tried my very best to do so in a way that wouldn't overly worry them and found that I became more positive and hopeful myself for the experience.
Over time I prayed more, studied more and gained a deeper perspective of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I learned about myself as a mother and how deeply indeed I loved my sweet sons.
I became mindful of how our Heavenly Father listens to and answers our prayers. Miracles came our way as a family before, during and after Terry's accident and I recognized those miracles for what they were...
I cannot help but think that our sons willingness to serve allowed me to grow to a depth I knew I wouldn't have found, had they chosen not to serve. Their service was far reaching into lives of so many and I'm forever grateful for their personal sacrifice of two full years of their lives.
It's amazing how simple obedience to a promise to write home to mom and dad each week, caused so much growth in us all. We pray more, we write more, we study with more dilegence than we did two years ago. We ponder deeper meaning in our lives and in our faith. It has brought extended family closer as we pray for our sons well being and success in finding souls to bring to Christ. Some of those might have been so lost, had it not been for the prayers said on their behalf.
Missing a weekly e-mail now for me has been replaced with something even better this month. I'm blessed to sit face to face with a young man, my son, who is now a grown man. We've spent hours catching up on all the things we didn't write about in our letters to each other. I've cherished every moment, gotten to know the man who's face has changed in subtle ways. Gone are soft plains of youth I knew so well. Although the cherished dimples I so love, remain the same. Thank goodness!
The quiet wisdom he gained in two years of full time service as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, set well on my sons shoulders. I'm excited to see what is in store for this quiet man of faith in the years to come. Soon I'll be doing this all over again when his elder brother, Jason, comes home in three weeks. Oh how how I revel in the love I have for all my children. What a blessing it has been to cherish each of them for so long. My life is so full and so rich. I'm so grateful to a Heavenly Father who gave me so many cherished memories of their youth and future so full of hope and love. It's an amazing feeling!
Next post I'll write about his homecoming and post the photo's after I've gathered them from relatives. Have a great day everyone. Take time to hug those kids tight! They grow up far too fast and it's important to take advantage of each moment. I know this mom is so glad she did. Dimples aren't the only things I've cherished. I thank Heavenly Father daily that their lives have been my blessings.
It was an amazing experience welcoming an adult child home from the mission field in Russia.
One of the things I puzzled over before he arrived, was a sadness I felt when I realized that I was reading his very last e-mail before he left for home. It might sound strange to you as a reader that I would feel that way, so allow me to explain...
For two full years we have only had one e-mail a week from our son in Russia. They have a P-day where they take care of personal things such as laundry, grocery shopping, a group activity and letter writing and e-mailing home. We anticipated that letter each and every week with thanksgiving and excitement as we turned on the computer. Often we read about adventures and near accidents and joy. Other days about uplifting spiritual experiences only found while helping and teaching other children of God and giving compassionate service to the sick, the old and the lost souls they found. There were times of personal sorrow and illness where we were able to pray fervently for our sons and encourage and uplift them as well.
Following my husbands accident, I was able to keep our sons updated on Terry's progress and I know both our missionary sons were grateful for those letters and anticipated more news each week about his recovery. I tried my very best to do so in a way that wouldn't overly worry them and found that I became more positive and hopeful myself for the experience.
Over time I prayed more, studied more and gained a deeper perspective of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I learned about myself as a mother and how deeply indeed I loved my sweet sons.
I became mindful of how our Heavenly Father listens to and answers our prayers. Miracles came our way as a family before, during and after Terry's accident and I recognized those miracles for what they were...
I cannot help but think that our sons willingness to serve allowed me to grow to a depth I knew I wouldn't have found, had they chosen not to serve. Their service was far reaching into lives of so many and I'm forever grateful for their personal sacrifice of two full years of their lives.
It's amazing how simple obedience to a promise to write home to mom and dad each week, caused so much growth in us all. We pray more, we write more, we study with more dilegence than we did two years ago. We ponder deeper meaning in our lives and in our faith. It has brought extended family closer as we pray for our sons well being and success in finding souls to bring to Christ. Some of those might have been so lost, had it not been for the prayers said on their behalf.
Missing a weekly e-mail now for me has been replaced with something even better this month. I'm blessed to sit face to face with a young man, my son, who is now a grown man. We've spent hours catching up on all the things we didn't write about in our letters to each other. I've cherished every moment, gotten to know the man who's face has changed in subtle ways. Gone are soft plains of youth I knew so well. Although the cherished dimples I so love, remain the same. Thank goodness!
The quiet wisdom he gained in two years of full time service as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, set well on my sons shoulders. I'm excited to see what is in store for this quiet man of faith in the years to come. Soon I'll be doing this all over again when his elder brother, Jason, comes home in three weeks. Oh how how I revel in the love I have for all my children. What a blessing it has been to cherish each of them for so long. My life is so full and so rich. I'm so grateful to a Heavenly Father who gave me so many cherished memories of their youth and future so full of hope and love. It's an amazing feeling!
Next post I'll write about his homecoming and post the photo's after I've gathered them from relatives. Have a great day everyone. Take time to hug those kids tight! They grow up far too fast and it's important to take advantage of each moment. I know this mom is so glad she did. Dimples aren't the only things I've cherished. I thank Heavenly Father daily that their lives have been my blessings.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Key to Happiness
"When Jesus gave His disciples a new commandment to 'love one another; as I have loved you' (John 13:34), He gave to them the grand key to happiness in this life and glory in the next."Love is the greatest of all the commandments--all others hang upon it. It is our focus as followers of the living Christ. It is the one trait that, if developed, will most improve our lives."
I learned a while back, that I am in charge of my own happiness. What a concept! My husband can add to my happiness as can my children--but ultimately I am in charge. Since realizing this amazing concept I have searched for the keys to happiness and found them in what Jesus has taught us. He lives and loves us so much and does want each of us to find joy and to be happy.
Recently I read an article in which they stated that those who have hope and are not clinically depressed, can find their way out of depression without medication. I was one of those people. Hope seems to be the key. Jesus Christ gives us that hope over and over in his teachings, both in ancient and modern times.
When we love one another, we give the other person hope through our love. Hope that whatever ails us can be lessened. Hope that we can help bear each others burdens and we are not alone in our affliction. We mirror what Christ feels for us through our actions. Hope does proceed the miracle. The miracle is that life will improve during hard times and that we can hang on if our life is difficult.
When all else fails and we are truly alone, our Savior holds us and comforts us as he is willing to do even when our lives are full of loved ones! Never forget that we are never alone.
Allow the Savior to give you comfort and solace during difficult times. Remember to share your lives with your loving Heavenly Father during good times as well as bad. You will feel His love if you allow yourself to do so prayerfully. The more you exercise your spiritual muscles the more you will feel His love for you during your days and your nights. You will be amazed at how you are in charge of ensuring that you feel the spirit as you strive to bask in it's light. What a blessing it is to know this to be true!
Many people have been calling the members of our church "haters". If you know members of the LDS or Mormon church, you know this to be so untrue. We have been taught to love our brothers and sisters no matter what color our skin is, what religion we are-- or even if you are heterosexual, gay or lesbian.
We are all brothers and sisters and children of a loving God. We are not taught to hate. Hate is a choice individuals make on their own when they stray from the path Christ has taught us.
Our Savior taught us to obey the commandments and to love our neighbors as ourselves. My neighbor is so different from myself. When I first met him he had tobacco stuffed in his lip and he used the Lords name in vein. His wife works in a liquor store and wears revealing clothes. I may have been a little shocked at first, but I didn't allow this to cloud my vision of who they are. I saw past all of that to see what good people they were and have been so blessed!
When my husband got into his car accident, Mike was the first person to help me. He drove me to the accident. He has since fixed our car and brought us food. He has called to check on my husband and how he's doing. I'm grateful we've developed a respect and friendship for each other despite our differences. I would have missed out if I had stood in judgment of this good man.
To stand up for righteousness and goodness and truth is something I teach my own children through Christs example. He taught us to have hope and to pray for those who might offend us. Hate was never in his teachings. So we must also not be haters of men. If we can develop love for our neighbors, we will improve the lives of others, as well as our own. Hope is a natural by- product that I have felt through our most recent experience with Terry's accident. All because so many reached out to us with so much love from places all over the world.
Thank you dear friends. Your love has been amazing!
I learned a while back, that I am in charge of my own happiness. What a concept! My husband can add to my happiness as can my children--but ultimately I am in charge. Since realizing this amazing concept I have searched for the keys to happiness and found them in what Jesus has taught us. He lives and loves us so much and does want each of us to find joy and to be happy.
Recently I read an article in which they stated that those who have hope and are not clinically depressed, can find their way out of depression without medication. I was one of those people. Hope seems to be the key. Jesus Christ gives us that hope over and over in his teachings, both in ancient and modern times.
When we love one another, we give the other person hope through our love. Hope that whatever ails us can be lessened. Hope that we can help bear each others burdens and we are not alone in our affliction. We mirror what Christ feels for us through our actions. Hope does proceed the miracle. The miracle is that life will improve during hard times and that we can hang on if our life is difficult.
When all else fails and we are truly alone, our Savior holds us and comforts us as he is willing to do even when our lives are full of loved ones! Never forget that we are never alone.
Allow the Savior to give you comfort and solace during difficult times. Remember to share your lives with your loving Heavenly Father during good times as well as bad. You will feel His love if you allow yourself to do so prayerfully. The more you exercise your spiritual muscles the more you will feel His love for you during your days and your nights. You will be amazed at how you are in charge of ensuring that you feel the spirit as you strive to bask in it's light. What a blessing it is to know this to be true!
Many people have been calling the members of our church "haters". If you know members of the LDS or Mormon church, you know this to be so untrue. We have been taught to love our brothers and sisters no matter what color our skin is, what religion we are-- or even if you are heterosexual, gay or lesbian.
We are all brothers and sisters and children of a loving God. We are not taught to hate. Hate is a choice individuals make on their own when they stray from the path Christ has taught us.
Our Savior taught us to obey the commandments and to love our neighbors as ourselves. My neighbor is so different from myself. When I first met him he had tobacco stuffed in his lip and he used the Lords name in vein. His wife works in a liquor store and wears revealing clothes. I may have been a little shocked at first, but I didn't allow this to cloud my vision of who they are. I saw past all of that to see what good people they were and have been so blessed!
When my husband got into his car accident, Mike was the first person to help me. He drove me to the accident. He has since fixed our car and brought us food. He has called to check on my husband and how he's doing. I'm grateful we've developed a respect and friendship for each other despite our differences. I would have missed out if I had stood in judgment of this good man.
To stand up for righteousness and goodness and truth is something I teach my own children through Christs example. He taught us to have hope and to pray for those who might offend us. Hate was never in his teachings. So we must also not be haters of men. If we can develop love for our neighbors, we will improve the lives of others, as well as our own. Hope is a natural by- product that I have felt through our most recent experience with Terry's accident. All because so many reached out to us with so much love from places all over the world.
Thank you dear friends. Your love has been amazing!
Joseph B Wirthlin, "The Great Commandment," Ensign, Nov. 2007, 30 31
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Two Letters and a Terry Update
Guest House in Sweden aboveI tried without success to post our Elders letters on Monday due to the holiday and travel plans it didn't work out. So, here are this weeks letters and some photo's of our Elder in Sweden this week. Please pray that Russia will allow him to go back into the country. I hear that now all elders who (Swedish Temple Above)return are given even shorter visa's and must leave every 70 days now. I'm posting Elder Matthew Otis's letter first and then Elder Jason Otis's second. Enjoy!
"Hey Family,
Well, sorry I didn't write you guys yesterday, we kind of crashed after our flight over here. Then in the evening we had a fire side, so we didn't get our emailing done. And I'm pretty tired right now so I'll just write you a quick note, I can write periodically through the week, so I'm not in a big hurry. Well, I just want to say that this place is amazing. We are staying in the guest home, at least I think that's what it's called, and it is really nice. I'm sleeping on a good bed for the first time in....7 months and have access to washing machines, and dryers. But besides that, it's beautiful here. Sweden is a pretty amazing place. We won't be going out into the city until Monday, but the flight in and the train ride was great. Today we did service in the morning, I went around with a big gas powered leaf blower blowing leaves. Then we were in the temple until 5, I did two endowment sessions, the second one they did it in Russian for us missionaries. It was a pretty neat experience. It's really great going back to the temple after not having been to a session in over a year and a half, it was really refreshing.
So I'd like to tell you whats been going on over here for us missionaries. I guess there is a group here from Samara who has been here for almost three weeks, there has been problems getting visas renewed here and we don't exactly know whats going to happen. We are waiting on word from Moscow, and until then we are all stuck here. But it's not like it's bad here or anything, it's wonderful being here, but it's taking a lot away from our missions having so many missionaries here in Sweden. But, maybe this is all meant to be. We are getting so much temple work done. I guess after the Finland temple was built, this temple lost half of it's attendance, and having us missionaries here brought it back up to where it was, so the temple workers just love us. The Swedish people are so nice, most everyone can speak understandable English, so it's easy to get around. It's so weird leaving Russia and seeing how much better other countries are. Most of the times it's just little things that you take for granted, like customer service and drinkable tap water, but it just feels so much different here. Don't really know how to describe it, but there is a tangible difference. But we are just hoping we will be able to get back there quickly, so pray for us to get back into the game. I really wouldn't like to go to another country for the rest of my mission.
I'm glad that dad's surgery went well, glad to hear that he's doing good. Well, I'm just trying to soak up knowledge while I'm here, I won't have another opportunity like this for rest of my life I don't think. We get to regularly talk with the temple president in the temple and ask him any questions we have about the temple or just about anything. This is a great place, and I'm going to try and enjoy every minute of it.
Love,
Matt
Next is Elder Jason Otis's letter from Los Angeles.
"Heya!
I didn't write yesterday cuz it was Columbus day and all the libraries were closed. So that's my excuse, not sure about Matt. I don't think they have Columbus day in Russia ; )
You know, it's really funny how many people keep asking me how my dad is. It's nice to know that people love me! Heehaw. I think for all the people that are praying for dad, God would just heal him to get us to be quiet! HA! You're well taken care of Dad!
So other people mentioned that I bore my testimony? Must've been Elder Moake huh ; ) He's a good guy. Definitely one of the better missionaries here in L.A. It's still really funny to me that you have so many connections mom. If I ever poke fun at you for it just know that I'm actually quite impressed with you. You've done a lot of good for people in the last couple of years and I know the Lord is blessing you now for it. Dad too of course! Our whole family is experiencing the blessings that come from faithful service to the Lord. "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God". You have been serving God by serving others. That's what the Gospel is all about.
Things are heating up around here with the election coming up. Also things are pretty tense about the whole "Proposition 8" thing. That's the bill that will define marriage as between a man and a woman in the California constitution. All the members of the church here have been doing phone calls and knocking doors and handing out signs to support the proposition along with a coalition of other religions. The quorum of the 12 just gave all of California a fireside via satellite asking everyone to give at least 4 hours of work to this effort every week until the vote happens. By far our church has done more for this proposition than anyone else which is really cool. I wish I could help in some way but us missionaries are to stay out of it. In light of the present economy and the election and proposition 8 it seems like California is ripe for the 2nd Coming. ; ) Of course we know that's not going to happen quite yet but the scene is rather intense around here. And it's only going to get worse. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I will never live in California!!
Today I'm on "splits" with Elder Romrell here in Malibu. He's a greenie from Idaho Falls and is an awesome missionary. It's one of my duties as a district leader to go on "splits" once a transfer with every Elder in my district. While doing so I observe the missionary and give feedback at the end of the day. It's always a fun experience. Today we're going to do some tracting up in the Palisades near Malibu. I love driving around in the hills! We also have dinner Scheduled with Rick Schroder finally. He just got back into town from wherever he was filming some movie. I also got to meet Micheal Mclean and his wife at church this Sunday. He's been in Utah at his other home in Ogden for the summer. It's definitely interesting serving in this area.
Anyway I just thought I'd give you some random facts about life recently. I'm having a good time and I'm glad everything is going well over there. By the way mom, did you mean 10,000 dollars or 100,000 dollars in regards to the insurance. You wrote 100,000 and that kinda boggled my mind. That would be a lot of money ; )
Give my regards to everybody! The last email I wrote I sent to everybody who's email address I had.
Just to let you know, I WILL NOT BE TRUNKY TILL THE DAY I SET FOOT ON THAT AIRPLANE! That's a fact! ; ) I may think of home but I just don't get homesick. I think this whole email thing helps with that a lot. That and the fact that I'm still in a fairly familiar place. Life is good as it always is.
I love you all! Ryan I keep meaning to send you a letter that I wrote a while ago. You'll get it eventually. Hunter I'm about to send you an email with some info I've got for you. Some good music that I heard on the Promenade the other day. I think you'll really like it.
Have a great week all! Keep on healing dad! I'm glad to hear the surgery went well. I knew it would. Love ya! Buh Bye!!!!!!!
Elder Jason E. Otis
District leader
District 2
Marina Zone
California Los Angeles Mission
Rockin' the coast!!!!!!!!
Next is Elder Jason Otis's letter from Los Angeles.
"Heya!
I didn't write yesterday cuz it was Columbus day and all the libraries were closed. So that's my excuse, not sure about Matt. I don't think they have Columbus day in Russia ; )
You know, it's really funny how many people keep asking me how my dad is. It's nice to know that people love me! Heehaw. I think for all the people that are praying for dad, God would just heal him to get us to be quiet! HA! You're well taken care of Dad!
So other people mentioned that I bore my testimony? Must've been Elder Moake huh ; ) He's a good guy. Definitely one of the better missionaries here in L.A. It's still really funny to me that you have so many connections mom. If I ever poke fun at you for it just know that I'm actually quite impressed with you. You've done a lot of good for people in the last couple of years and I know the Lord is blessing you now for it. Dad too of course! Our whole family is experiencing the blessings that come from faithful service to the Lord. "When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God". You have been serving God by serving others. That's what the Gospel is all about.
Things are heating up around here with the election coming up. Also things are pretty tense about the whole "Proposition 8" thing. That's the bill that will define marriage as between a man and a woman in the California constitution. All the members of the church here have been doing phone calls and knocking doors and handing out signs to support the proposition along with a coalition of other religions. The quorum of the 12 just gave all of California a fireside via satellite asking everyone to give at least 4 hours of work to this effort every week until the vote happens. By far our church has done more for this proposition than anyone else which is really cool. I wish I could help in some way but us missionaries are to stay out of it. In light of the present economy and the election and proposition 8 it seems like California is ripe for the 2nd Coming. ; ) Of course we know that's not going to happen quite yet but the scene is rather intense around here. And it's only going to get worse. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I will never live in California!!
Today I'm on "splits" with Elder Romrell here in Malibu. He's a greenie from Idaho Falls and is an awesome missionary. It's one of my duties as a district leader to go on "splits" once a transfer with every Elder in my district. While doing so I observe the missionary and give feedback at the end of the day. It's always a fun experience. Today we're going to do some tracting up in the Palisades near Malibu. I love driving around in the hills! We also have dinner Scheduled with Rick Schroder finally. He just got back into town from wherever he was filming some movie. I also got to meet Micheal Mclean and his wife at church this Sunday. He's been in Utah at his other home in Ogden for the summer. It's definitely interesting serving in this area.
Anyway I just thought I'd give you some random facts about life recently. I'm having a good time and I'm glad everything is going well over there. By the way mom, did you mean 10,000 dollars or 100,000 dollars in regards to the insurance. You wrote 100,000 and that kinda boggled my mind. That would be a lot of money ; )
Give my regards to everybody! The last email I wrote I sent to everybody who's email address I had.
Just to let you know, I WILL NOT BE TRUNKY TILL THE DAY I SET FOOT ON THAT AIRPLANE! That's a fact! ; ) I may think of home but I just don't get homesick. I think this whole email thing helps with that a lot. That and the fact that I'm still in a fairly familiar place. Life is good as it always is.
I love you all! Ryan I keep meaning to send you a letter that I wrote a while ago. You'll get it eventually. Hunter I'm about to send you an email with some info I've got for you. Some good music that I heard on the Promenade the other day. I think you'll really like it.
Have a great week all! Keep on healing dad! I'm glad to hear the surgery went well. I knew it would. Love ya! Buh Bye!!!!!!!
Elder Jason E. Otis
District leader
District 2
Marina Zone
California Los Angeles Mission
Rockin' the coast!!!!!!!!
Update on Terry......
Terry had his surgery on Monday. It was really tough on him. He was in so much pain it broke my heart. It took us a good 24 hours to get the pain under control. His hand was broken in four places as it turns out, instead of two. So there was a large incision where the doctor had to open him up and there is now three screws holding the blood bearing bone together. After his first follow up apt next week he will have a tens unit hooked up to him. It's an electric stimulator to help his bone heal faster. I keep praying insurance will pay for this as well.
His surgery was on Monday and today it's Wednesday and he is doing really great! His pain is still under control and he sleeps often. He is able to do a lot more things for himself and his headaches are now gone from the concussion. His chest still hurts from the broken sternum. His liver is giving him some problems now and we have to do a repeat blood test on Friday to see what is going on. It does worry me, but I've put it all in the Lords hands and all seems to be improving due to all the prayers going up on his behalf and we are so thankful. Terry heals fast and I can see him returning to work in a couple of weeks time. Another blessing.
We feel so loved by family, neighbors and church family and friends. So many people love this dear man and that includes myself and his boys. My world would be a different place without him in my life, that's for sure. But I also know he would be cheering for me from the other side if things had turned out differently. He's jsut that kind of guy.
Thank you all so much for your love and support. Thank you for keeping our missionaries in your prayers too.
Hugs!
Valora
Monday, October 13, 2008
Enduring to the End....and broken bones that heal.
Today was a very hard day, but I wasn't alone. My sweet mother in law Mary Ellen, was with me when we had to take Terry in for surgery. I was so grateful that I didn't have to sit there for hours alone and wondering. I know I chattered for hours because I was so stressed. Bless her heart, she never made me feel like a dork--not even once. Smile...
Terry's surgery ended up taking far longer than they thought. They found four broken bones where they had thought there were two. They had to put three pins in his hand and put yet another soft cast on it until the swelling goes down in ten days. He's going to be pretty drugged up for several days and in tons of pain. I hope I can stay on top of it and make sure he gets all his meds correctly. There are several.
Terry will be in a cast for at least two months if not longer. If all goes well he will be able to return to work in two to four weeks time. Which sounds encouraging. It all depends on how well he does in ten days time.
I guess we are all learning how to endure to the end through all of this. The silver lining is that we are so grateful that Terry is alive! His surviving this accident was a miracle. A few broken bones are nothing in comparison to loosing him. All our lives would have been forever changed.
Thanks Mom for being there for me today. It meant the world to me. I really felt so loved. Thank you all for all the prayers you've said on our behalf. We are so grateful.
Terry's surgery ended up taking far longer than they thought. They found four broken bones where they had thought there were two. They had to put three pins in his hand and put yet another soft cast on it until the swelling goes down in ten days. He's going to be pretty drugged up for several days and in tons of pain. I hope I can stay on top of it and make sure he gets all his meds correctly. There are several.
Terry will be in a cast for at least two months if not longer. If all goes well he will be able to return to work in two to four weeks time. Which sounds encouraging. It all depends on how well he does in ten days time.
I guess we are all learning how to endure to the end through all of this. The silver lining is that we are so grateful that Terry is alive! His surviving this accident was a miracle. A few broken bones are nothing in comparison to loosing him. All our lives would have been forever changed.
Thanks Mom for being there for me today. It meant the world to me. I really felt so loved. Thank you all for all the prayers you've said on our behalf. We are so grateful.
Monday, October 6, 2008
The Night of Terry's accident PLUS update
Dear Readers,
I'm sitting here exhausted, but too keyed up to sleep after the horror of this day. I think I just needed to write the events of the day down to put my mind at ease. So please forgive me because I might be pretty loopy after all I've been through. I still have not allowed myself to cry, there will be time for that later after things have gotten better.
Terry, the love of my life was nearly taken from me today by an inattentive driver and mother of two. She turned her SUV right in front of my husband who had the right of way and nearly killed him on his motorcycle. His injuries at first seemed amazingly small but as the evening wore on he showed signs of internal wounds. Initially he had several cuts that needed suturing and a broken wrist a concussion too. But he was wearing a helmet. The doctor had CT'd his head and back and neck and said all was clear. Whew! But he kept saying it was hard to breathe and his side hurt. I got really mad at that point! I demanded they CT his chest and gut before I left the hospital with him. The doc agreed and when the tests came back I was horrified. He had a broken breast bone, a lacerated spleen and a broken kidney (part had torn off) So, we were medivacked (sp?) to a triage unit at a renowned hospital 45 min. away. He was kept in that room for observation and evaluation and later taken up to the ICU where they will wake him every 2 hours and check his blood levels for internal bleeding and his concussion too. A surgeon is standing by if needed. He happens to be the best in the state. Another blessing!
I am so grateful for the people who were there when this happened! One of my Laurels was the first on the scene. She took care of him, comforted him and she called 911! I love her so much. Her mom was the one I could focus on as my legs could barely carry me to the horrible scene. I love you Tawnya. Thank you! you were more comfort than I can say. When I arrived they were cutting my husbands clothing off all the way to his garments in the middle of the street! I knew he must be alive or they wouldn't have bothered. I didn't even care. Who would. His garments protected him as much as his helmet did. I can testify of this fact. The Police and the paramedics said it was a miracle he was alive--that he must have guardian angels.
I am filled with gratitude for a Father who does hear and listen and answer our prayers. So many have been there to help me today. So many family and friends have lifted us in prayer and I am so thankful.
Now I need to know what to do about my missionaries. I need the MP's number for Los Angeles. If any of you can hunt down that number for me and kindly write to me and give it to me I would be so grateful. I'm a wreck. I need to allow them to pray for their dad. He is the kindest gentlest man I have ever known. He was more concerned for the woman who hit him than his own life when he came to his senses. He is why I am the person I am today. Today, I realized just how much I would lose if I lost the love of my life. My heart would go with him.
Please pray for the woman who is suffering tonight. They had to hospitalize her, she felt so bad and was so traumatized by the accident that they sedated her heavily. I only know this because she was down the hall from us crying so loud that I couldn't help but hear her. My son went to comfort her and tell her that Terry was going to live and to know we were worried about her too. She was still there after we left. My heart breaks for her too.
Terry may be out of work for several days, perhaps weeks. I have no idea how we will make ends meet now. Please pray for us all.
UPDATE:
Terry has improved since Saturday evening a great deal. He no longer needs surgery on his knee. He can sit in his chair right next to his bed. He still can't eat which is not good because he won't be released until he can. He needs surgery on his hand soon but his kidney and spleen must be stabilized before he can do so. His spirits are so good as always. Gotta love that man! He is amazing and we adore him. He is our rock. On the other hand our son Hunter is having a difficult time and is so tender hearted. Ryan has been my strength and has given us all blessings with Brother Herdclotz's help. Their family is amazing and has held us up in so many ways starting with their sweet Jessica who was one of the first on the scene and helped my husband when not a single soul would. She is our hero and we love her and will be her friends forevermore. She will never know how grateful we truly are because I just can't tell her enough. She continues to check on us. I will write her story of heroism soon and you will join me in applauding this 16 year old good for her courage and strength. It is simply a blessing. Angels who are our brothers and sisters here on earth and in heaven have attended us from moment to moment and our gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father knows no bounds.
Amidst all the turmoil a beacon of hope lit the way for us to hang onto. Our son Ryan received his mission call to the Everett Washington Mission! His mission will encompass my childhood home Whidbey Island! Simply amazing!
We were able to call our two sons in the mission field. My heart is so full this morning. I pray you all hug you loved ones tight today. Never take for granted that kiss goodbye. Never be afraid to express your great love for your spouse. I knew in those moments of horror that I never had taken my sweet Terry for granted. Had always told him I love you and we had shared an amazing life full of love for each other ever single day the last nearly 24 years. It is a very good feeling amidst all this turmoil.
Thank you for your prayers.
Love Valora
I'm sitting here exhausted, but too keyed up to sleep after the horror of this day. I think I just needed to write the events of the day down to put my mind at ease. So please forgive me because I might be pretty loopy after all I've been through. I still have not allowed myself to cry, there will be time for that later after things have gotten better.
Terry, the love of my life was nearly taken from me today by an inattentive driver and mother of two. She turned her SUV right in front of my husband who had the right of way and nearly killed him on his motorcycle. His injuries at first seemed amazingly small but as the evening wore on he showed signs of internal wounds. Initially he had several cuts that needed suturing and a broken wrist a concussion too. But he was wearing a helmet. The doctor had CT'd his head and back and neck and said all was clear. Whew! But he kept saying it was hard to breathe and his side hurt. I got really mad at that point! I demanded they CT his chest and gut before I left the hospital with him. The doc agreed and when the tests came back I was horrified. He had a broken breast bone, a lacerated spleen and a broken kidney (part had torn off) So, we were medivacked (sp?) to a triage unit at a renowned hospital 45 min. away. He was kept in that room for observation and evaluation and later taken up to the ICU where they will wake him every 2 hours and check his blood levels for internal bleeding and his concussion too. A surgeon is standing by if needed. He happens to be the best in the state. Another blessing!
I am so grateful for the people who were there when this happened! One of my Laurels was the first on the scene. She took care of him, comforted him and she called 911! I love her so much. Her mom was the one I could focus on as my legs could barely carry me to the horrible scene. I love you Tawnya. Thank you! you were more comfort than I can say. When I arrived they were cutting my husbands clothing off all the way to his garments in the middle of the street! I knew he must be alive or they wouldn't have bothered. I didn't even care. Who would. His garments protected him as much as his helmet did. I can testify of this fact. The Police and the paramedics said it was a miracle he was alive--that he must have guardian angels.
I am filled with gratitude for a Father who does hear and listen and answer our prayers. So many have been there to help me today. So many family and friends have lifted us in prayer and I am so thankful.
Now I need to know what to do about my missionaries. I need the MP's number for Los Angeles. If any of you can hunt down that number for me and kindly write to me and give it to me I would be so grateful. I'm a wreck. I need to allow them to pray for their dad. He is the kindest gentlest man I have ever known. He was more concerned for the woman who hit him than his own life when he came to his senses. He is why I am the person I am today. Today, I realized just how much I would lose if I lost the love of my life. My heart would go with him.
Please pray for the woman who is suffering tonight. They had to hospitalize her, she felt so bad and was so traumatized by the accident that they sedated her heavily. I only know this because she was down the hall from us crying so loud that I couldn't help but hear her. My son went to comfort her and tell her that Terry was going to live and to know we were worried about her too. She was still there after we left. My heart breaks for her too.
Terry may be out of work for several days, perhaps weeks. I have no idea how we will make ends meet now. Please pray for us all.
UPDATE:
Terry has improved since Saturday evening a great deal. He no longer needs surgery on his knee. He can sit in his chair right next to his bed. He still can't eat which is not good because he won't be released until he can. He needs surgery on his hand soon but his kidney and spleen must be stabilized before he can do so. His spirits are so good as always. Gotta love that man! He is amazing and we adore him. He is our rock. On the other hand our son Hunter is having a difficult time and is so tender hearted. Ryan has been my strength and has given us all blessings with Brother Herdclotz's help. Their family is amazing and has held us up in so many ways starting with their sweet Jessica who was one of the first on the scene and helped my husband when not a single soul would. She is our hero and we love her and will be her friends forevermore. She will never know how grateful we truly are because I just can't tell her enough. She continues to check on us. I will write her story of heroism soon and you will join me in applauding this 16 year old good for her courage and strength. It is simply a blessing. Angels who are our brothers and sisters here on earth and in heaven have attended us from moment to moment and our gratitude for a loving Heavenly Father knows no bounds.
Amidst all the turmoil a beacon of hope lit the way for us to hang onto. Our son Ryan received his mission call to the Everett Washington Mission! His mission will encompass my childhood home Whidbey Island! Simply amazing!
We were able to call our two sons in the mission field. My heart is so full this morning. I pray you all hug you loved ones tight today. Never take for granted that kiss goodbye. Never be afraid to express your great love for your spouse. I knew in those moments of horror that I never had taken my sweet Terry for granted. Had always told him I love you and we had shared an amazing life full of love for each other ever single day the last nearly 24 years. It is a very good feeling amidst all this turmoil.
Thank you for your prayers.
Love Valora
Monday, June 30, 2008
Loving and Serving One Another
I am sure that each of us has experienced serving someone in our life. Be it a sick child while wiping a fevered brow or pacing the floors with a restless child by night. Perhaps an ailing parent in the twilight of their life has needs only a loving adult child is willing to respond to.
When we start serving others it truly is a natural consequence of this action, to learn to love one another.
Often Marriages break up because of selfishness and lack of kind acts of service. When wives serve their husbands and husbands serve their wives and parents serve their children, there is most often a positive outcome.
What are the fruits of their labors you might ask? They come to love the object of their devotion and then are also "obedient to the first and great commandment of love."
In Gal 5:13 it says, "By love serve one another." When you serve with love in your heart, people respond to you. We need to serve God and our neighbors. By fulfilling our callings at church and in life and giving where we are needed--we do both.
I am steadily amazed at the goodness of people who give of themselves and of their talents. There is a sweetness about them like no other. Many have given to me in this way and made me feel so loved. I get so many hugs at church by people who are happy to see me and happy for me to be there. That is a kindness I never take for granted. Or perhaps when someone notices when I've been absent for a period of time and enquires about my well being. I've experienced a sense of belonging when someone cares enough to ask. It takes very little effort to do such small acts of kindness.
In our church we are taught in any number of ways that, " No one can assist in this work [unless] he shall be humble and full of love." I know that our Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ emulated both a humble heart and a heart full of love for each and every one of us. I pray each day that I can find at least one person that I can give service to. I challenge each of you to pray as well for a way to serve your fellow man. You'll be surprised what the Lord comes up with. Be open to the promptings of the Holy Ghost and be ready. It's amazing what opportunities pop up at the most interesting and sometimes even inconvenient times. But no matter what, be willing to give of yourself, your time and your talents and you will be blessed with an outpouring of blessings and love.
Gal 5:13 KJV of the Bible
(D&C 12:8)
Robert F. Orton Ensign November 2001
Friday, April 25, 2008
Horns, or No Horns?
Hi Everyone!
When I was a young girl, we had a sister missionary in our ward who really amazed me. She was in a horrible car crash on the way to a zone meeting. In the accident she was partially (for lack of a better description) scalped. I know, it was horrible. They were able to sew it back on but she had two distinctive scars on either side of her forehead and as her hair grew longer she was able to cover them up. She had some other visible scars on her face that she applied cosmetics to and after a time she looked so much better and got back to work as a missionary in our area again. She was so courageous and I loved her and looked up to her!
One day she was meeting with someone and they made the statement that she couldn't possibly be a Mormon because they had horns that were amputated at birth. They could see that she certainly didn't have horns or any sign of them. The sister just smiled, then she said calmly, " I'm sure we all have horns, because here are my scars (as she lifted her bangs) and I'm a Mormon! So the rumors must be true!"
She had a such a sense of humor! Don't worry, she explained later that she'd been in an accident and they all had a great laugh at how meticulous those silly stories are.
On a more serious note... Many good "Christians" are told by their pastors that Mormons are in fact demons. I have friends who's heads have been rubbed because pastors in town have told their congregations that we have horns! I can only think of one being who would put people up to saying such things and he's not our Savior. Jesus Christ taught us to love one another. Not to preach lies and deception from a pulpit to faithful people seeking the truth. How are people so deceived? It breaks my heart that so many are being mislead.
I'm grateful that in the LDS church, we never and without exception, preach anything negative about any other religion, from our pulpits. I have often taken it for granted in the past. However, there are denominations in the world who waste precious time from their pulpits-- spreading untrue stories about my church.
To them I say, I'm praying for you. Teach about Jesus Christ. Lift up the hands that hang low. Feed those sheep food of the spirit that they need you so desperately to teach. Stop speaking ill of your brother and don't bear false witness from this day forward. Your life and the lives of others will be blessed for your efforts.
I know with a sureness that I am not only a follower of Jesus Christ but a Christian and as such I am so grateful for my belief in Him. I pray that I can teach my sons about Jesus each day and to love their neighbors. I have taught them to give of themselves to their Heavenly Father and to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. If there is one thing I've tried with all my heart to do, it's to teach my sons to look for the love our Heavenly Father has for His children and to treat people well.
Our oldest son, a missionary in Los Angeles, is now teaching a young man who has horns tattooed on his forehead, the 'F' word tattooed on his neck and the numbers 666 on his chest. The belief that even the vilest sinner can be saved has been something he has taught me by his example. I'm so proud of my boy and how he speaks to lesbians, trans-gender, gays and gangsters alike and average people as well. He simply loves them and they know it and they do listen! He is fearless as he tries to bring our Heavenly Fathers children back to Him. These are the last days and he never forgets what his parents have taught him. We are all brothers and sisters and we ALL share the same Heavenly Father and He wants us to return to Him.
Keep reaching out to those you meet. Horns or no horns...smile, be kind to each other. Spread hope and peace and gratitude. Live your testimony of Jesus Christ and I know that you will have blessings without number. Always remember that our elder brother, Jesus Christ, loves us all.
When I was a young girl, we had a sister missionary in our ward who really amazed me. She was in a horrible car crash on the way to a zone meeting. In the accident she was partially (for lack of a better description) scalped. I know, it was horrible. They were able to sew it back on but she had two distinctive scars on either side of her forehead and as her hair grew longer she was able to cover them up. She had some other visible scars on her face that she applied cosmetics to and after a time she looked so much better and got back to work as a missionary in our area again. She was so courageous and I loved her and looked up to her!
One day she was meeting with someone and they made the statement that she couldn't possibly be a Mormon because they had horns that were amputated at birth. They could see that she certainly didn't have horns or any sign of them. The sister just smiled, then she said calmly, " I'm sure we all have horns, because here are my scars (as she lifted her bangs) and I'm a Mormon! So the rumors must be true!"
She had a such a sense of humor! Don't worry, she explained later that she'd been in an accident and they all had a great laugh at how meticulous those silly stories are.
On a more serious note... Many good "Christians" are told by their pastors that Mormons are in fact demons. I have friends who's heads have been rubbed because pastors in town have told their congregations that we have horns! I can only think of one being who would put people up to saying such things and he's not our Savior. Jesus Christ taught us to love one another. Not to preach lies and deception from a pulpit to faithful people seeking the truth. How are people so deceived? It breaks my heart that so many are being mislead.
I'm grateful that in the LDS church, we never and without exception, preach anything negative about any other religion, from our pulpits. I have often taken it for granted in the past. However, there are denominations in the world who waste precious time from their pulpits-- spreading untrue stories about my church.
To them I say, I'm praying for you. Teach about Jesus Christ. Lift up the hands that hang low. Feed those sheep food of the spirit that they need you so desperately to teach. Stop speaking ill of your brother and don't bear false witness from this day forward. Your life and the lives of others will be blessed for your efforts.
I know with a sureness that I am not only a follower of Jesus Christ but a Christian and as such I am so grateful for my belief in Him. I pray that I can teach my sons about Jesus each day and to love their neighbors. I have taught them to give of themselves to their Heavenly Father and to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. If there is one thing I've tried with all my heart to do, it's to teach my sons to look for the love our Heavenly Father has for His children and to treat people well.
Our oldest son, a missionary in Los Angeles, is now teaching a young man who has horns tattooed on his forehead, the 'F' word tattooed on his neck and the numbers 666 on his chest. The belief that even the vilest sinner can be saved has been something he has taught me by his example. I'm so proud of my boy and how he speaks to lesbians, trans-gender, gays and gangsters alike and average people as well. He simply loves them and they know it and they do listen! He is fearless as he tries to bring our Heavenly Fathers children back to Him. These are the last days and he never forgets what his parents have taught him. We are all brothers and sisters and we ALL share the same Heavenly Father and He wants us to return to Him.
Keep reaching out to those you meet. Horns or no horns...smile, be kind to each other. Spread hope and peace and gratitude. Live your testimony of Jesus Christ and I know that you will have blessings without number. Always remember that our elder brother, Jesus Christ, loves us all.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Lord's Promise
*" --As we invite the Savior into our lives, the Holy Ghost will bear witness to us of
the love which the Father and His Son, our Savior, have for each of us. But
feeling Their love is dependent not only on our desire but upon our actions
as well. And the actions we need to take are known to us: genuine prayer
that is specific and humble, followed by quiet listening for the Lord's
answers; regular scripture study and time to ponder what we read; and,
finally, a willingness to be introspective about ourselves and to trust in
the Lord's promise that He will 'make weak things become strong
unto [us]' (Ether 12:27)."
I feel that each family is uniquely prepared to support their missionary or child as an individual. In our family, trails and tribulations and service are happenstance. Our kids were prepared for the very worst and the best on their missions. through those tough character building situations and opportunities to give of themselves..
Through many priesthood blessings I've received for healing, each priesthood holder in turn told me that our trials were meant to make us stronger as a family and to teach our sons the gift of compassion. Compassion ebbed and flowed freely for our family because of this knowledge. It gave us strength when bigger trials came. Conflicts were resolved and hearts were mended.
We are all so grateful now for the hard work, the tears and the stumbling blocks we've overcome together. We can remind each other about these things during situations that are tough for our missionaries. We have already lived through so much that might help the one who is serving. We can lift each other in prayer and in thought and through our daily deeds of service--and relay those situations to them. We can tell them what we have learned and in turn they can share how our words have lifted them.
I guess what I'm saying is to continue to strive to learn and teach and grow in the gospel while our kids are on missions or away from home. Give service to our brothers and sisters inside and out of the gospel while they are away--just as they are doing. As we continue to share with our kids and lift them as we are lifted, we are still weathering the storms of life together as eternal families. I feel so blessed and humbled to have sons who are so willing to serve.
My heart is full and I now know that I can do anything the Lord asks of me especially after giving my children to Him for safe keeping. At the beginning of this missionary moms journey, I was weak and had so many fears. After much prayer and pondering what I have learned from the scriptures and living the gospel, I have found my way.
I have never been happier or felt stronger in my testimony of Jesus Christ and in His church. Life continues to be a blessing and I know with all I am that the Lord does keep His promises.
***
*(Kathleen H. Hughes, "Remembering the Lord's Love," Ensign, Nov. 2006, 112)
the love which the Father and His Son, our Savior, have for each of us. But
feeling Their love is dependent not only on our desire but upon our actions
as well. And the actions we need to take are known to us: genuine prayer
that is specific and humble, followed by quiet listening for the Lord's
answers; regular scripture study and time to ponder what we read; and,
finally, a willingness to be introspective about ourselves and to trust in
the Lord's promise that He will 'make weak things become strong
unto [us]' (Ether 12:27)."
I feel that each family is uniquely prepared to support their missionary or child as an individual. In our family, trails and tribulations and service are happenstance. Our kids were prepared for the very worst and the best on their missions. through those tough character building situations and opportunities to give of themselves..
Through many priesthood blessings I've received for healing, each priesthood holder in turn told me that our trials were meant to make us stronger as a family and to teach our sons the gift of compassion. Compassion ebbed and flowed freely for our family because of this knowledge. It gave us strength when bigger trials came. Conflicts were resolved and hearts were mended.
We are all so grateful now for the hard work, the tears and the stumbling blocks we've overcome together. We can remind each other about these things during situations that are tough for our missionaries. We have already lived through so much that might help the one who is serving. We can lift each other in prayer and in thought and through our daily deeds of service--and relay those situations to them. We can tell them what we have learned and in turn they can share how our words have lifted them.
I guess what I'm saying is to continue to strive to learn and teach and grow in the gospel while our kids are on missions or away from home. Give service to our brothers and sisters inside and out of the gospel while they are away--just as they are doing. As we continue to share with our kids and lift them as we are lifted, we are still weathering the storms of life together as eternal families. I feel so blessed and humbled to have sons who are so willing to serve.
My heart is full and I now know that I can do anything the Lord asks of me especially after giving my children to Him for safe keeping. At the beginning of this missionary moms journey, I was weak and had so many fears. After much prayer and pondering what I have learned from the scriptures and living the gospel, I have found my way.
I have never been happier or felt stronger in my testimony of Jesus Christ and in His church. Life continues to be a blessing and I know with all I am that the Lord does keep His promises.
***
*(Kathleen H. Hughes, "Remembering the Lord's Love," Ensign, Nov. 2006, 112)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
He Lives To Calm My Troubled Heart
Have you ever had someone in your life that was thoughtless or hurtful on a regular basis? Have you tried to resolve the underlying problem only to find that it really wasn't about you, but about their unresolved issues with their own past? Some people allow their past pain to shape their future without knowing it.
I do have someone in my life like this. I've had to forgive them many times over through the years. On the surface I've been able to act like nothing bothers me. I do let them know as the spirit dictates, when I don't agree with them or find a way to turn them around from their negative thinking.
I've shown my kids that I indeed, can forgive--rising above my hurt and pain. I want to show them a better example, so that they can have healthier relationships with their loved ones.
My dreams seem to haunt me though and thoughts pop up from time to time that I shove down deep to deal with later. I almost have to pray them away just to be free of them. Sometimes I don't seem to be able to bring myself to call them as often as I should because of the mean spirited words they say each time we have a conversation. Who would want to talk to them?
When you're raised in the church you realize that we must forgive all things. If our Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ could sacrifice so much so that we could be forgiven our sins--who are we to not forgive another?
I do understand this fully and yet, my memory is so vivid. It's the thing that feeds my gift as a writer. It also can be crippling when memory creeps back in to fan the hurt that is fueled by additional cruel words and deeds. It is something I'm grateful for in a way, because I'm constantly in touch with Heavenly Father.
I pray often and do feel comforted. It's a constant vigil, this process of protecting my spirit when dealing with this dear one. Without the constant companion of the Holy Ghost I would be lost. He helps me to have the words to help this person whom I love and not cause myself to be the one who strikes back with thier own cruel words adding to the cycle of abuse. I instead choose to rise above it all and be kind no matter what the cost. It's the least I can do for the good things I do find that this person has done for me in my lifetime.
If I look hard for the love in what they say these days, I can always find something good for the most part. I do think that the adversary would have it otherwise. That I should strike back and fight with them would give him so much pleasure. No good would be accomplished though. The person would never change and instead-- would shut themselves bitterly away from those who love them.
We are imperfect people here on earth. We are each in our own way, striving to know what path Heavenly Father wishes our feet to be set upon. Prayer is the link between Him and His children here. We are spiritual beings having an earthly experience. We all need to listen carefully to know which way to turn.
I do pray each day that my loved one will have a change of heart and turn to the One who loves them and knows them so intimately--our beloved Heavenly Father.
After writing this I've found such solace from my pain that kept me awake last night. I'm also reminded of the Hymn we sing, I know that my Redeemer lives. I have posted it below to share with you today. I hope it gives you comfort and fills you up with His love for you.
I am grateful for the knowledge that how I live my life is indeed a meaningful expression of my faith. I can change and grow regardless of my age or what I have been dealt with in life. I will continue to be prayerful and hopeful that my relationship with others will be an extension of that faith.
I testify of this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
I do have someone in my life like this. I've had to forgive them many times over through the years. On the surface I've been able to act like nothing bothers me. I do let them know as the spirit dictates, when I don't agree with them or find a way to turn them around from their negative thinking.
I've shown my kids that I indeed, can forgive--rising above my hurt and pain. I want to show them a better example, so that they can have healthier relationships with their loved ones.
My dreams seem to haunt me though and thoughts pop up from time to time that I shove down deep to deal with later. I almost have to pray them away just to be free of them. Sometimes I don't seem to be able to bring myself to call them as often as I should because of the mean spirited words they say each time we have a conversation. Who would want to talk to them?
When you're raised in the church you realize that we must forgive all things. If our Savior and Redeemer Jesus Christ could sacrifice so much so that we could be forgiven our sins--who are we to not forgive another?
I do understand this fully and yet, my memory is so vivid. It's the thing that feeds my gift as a writer. It also can be crippling when memory creeps back in to fan the hurt that is fueled by additional cruel words and deeds. It is something I'm grateful for in a way, because I'm constantly in touch with Heavenly Father.
I pray often and do feel comforted. It's a constant vigil, this process of protecting my spirit when dealing with this dear one. Without the constant companion of the Holy Ghost I would be lost. He helps me to have the words to help this person whom I love and not cause myself to be the one who strikes back with thier own cruel words adding to the cycle of abuse. I instead choose to rise above it all and be kind no matter what the cost. It's the least I can do for the good things I do find that this person has done for me in my lifetime.
If I look hard for the love in what they say these days, I can always find something good for the most part. I do think that the adversary would have it otherwise. That I should strike back and fight with them would give him so much pleasure. No good would be accomplished though. The person would never change and instead-- would shut themselves bitterly away from those who love them.
We are imperfect people here on earth. We are each in our own way, striving to know what path Heavenly Father wishes our feet to be set upon. Prayer is the link between Him and His children here. We are spiritual beings having an earthly experience. We all need to listen carefully to know which way to turn.
I do pray each day that my loved one will have a change of heart and turn to the One who loves them and knows them so intimately--our beloved Heavenly Father.
After writing this I've found such solace from my pain that kept me awake last night. I'm also reminded of the Hymn we sing, I know that my Redeemer lives. I have posted it below to share with you today. I hope it gives you comfort and fills you up with His love for you.
I am grateful for the knowledge that how I live my life is indeed a meaningful expression of my faith. I can change and grow regardless of my age or what I have been dealt with in life. I will continue to be prayerful and hopeful that my relationship with others will be an extension of that faith.
I testify of this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
“136: I Know That My Redeemer Lives,” Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 136
Peacefully
1. I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
2. He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.
3. He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.
4. He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
Text: Samuel Medley, 1738–1799. Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.
Music: Lewis D. Edwards, 1858–1921
*LDS.orgMonday, February 25, 2008
Have You Hugged Your Kids Today?
Today I was thinking about a few things that helped my husband and I most, while raising our four boys. We agreed early on that personal integrity and our own obedience to the commandments were import to both of us.
Also in order to raise our children to be obedient to the principles of the gospel, we had to be willing to live those principles ourselves as well. We also strive each day to seek the Lord's help to be good parents. More often than not they have followed us by example.
Being obedient doesn't mean that our lives are free of problems. Our kids don't always follow our example. They have their free agency to choose to obey us or not. They also know that there will be consequences for their actions. Just as there are for all adults. However as we each honestly seek to be obedient and seek the Lord's help as we strive to be good parents, our chances at being successful parents increase.
I know that as I humbly try to be the best parent I can possibly be, I'm blessed in my efforts.
I remember one time when all my boys were in Elementary school. They were ages 5 through 12. A real bundle of energy too! I can remember loosing my temper often because I was so exhausted trying to keep up with all of them.
There was one particular day where I was on the brink of erupting like a Mount Vesuvius--again. I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me instead. What I saw on my face was a shock. Such an ugly, horrid face glared back at me. Who was this stranger looking at me I thought? I slowly turned on the cold water and splashed it all over my face and cried my eyes out. I was horrified that my kids had seen me like that. I had seen that same look on a parents face as a child. That look cut me to the core. I never wanted my kids to see that in my home again. Then an idea came to me...
I went back out to my kids, who were all sitting in time out, just waiting for the "Scary Mommy" to return and eat them alive, I think. They were silent and huddled together. Then they saw the sadness on my face and the tears in my eyes. I watched as they relaxed.
I then told them, "Mommy is going in time out now. I love you and I'm so sorry I scared all of you so much. You all sit there in time out quietly until it's 4 o'clock then you can watch TV quietly. "Jason," I looked to my 12 year old, "You're in charge until I'm done, okay" He nodded.
Not a word did they murmur in argument as I walked to my room. The shock on their faces was all I 'd needed to see. Mommy was in BIG trouble. She was in time out. Wow, what a concept.
Children are not discouraged by imperfect parents. When you make a mistake parental repentance is so important. First you have to realize you've made a mistake. Good job thats the big one! Then ask for forgiveness. Your kids will be astounded if it's the very first time. Your honest behavior will invite your kids to behave honestly and to trust you too. You are also teaching a much needed lesson on personal repentance. Teaching by example is key.
*"Parents who honor the covenants and promises they make with God and men teach integrity to their children."
I can honestly say that I've never lied to my kids. They expect the truth everytime I'm with them. It's a great honor to be thought so well of. They also know I'm striving to be perfect--but I've got a long way to go and that a good thing. I'm doing my best with what I've been given. I know my boys will do even better than I've been able to accomplish in my life. It's just the way it works.
I guess my advice to my readers is, raise your kids with integrity, love and honesty. If you're not, repent and keep striving to be the best parent you can possibly be. Write down those things you need to improve upon. Invite the Lord to help you meet your goals. I know that you will do just fine.
In closing I'd like to remind you to hug those kids daily. They don't stay kids for long. You'll cherish those moments when your kids are away on those missions or off to college. I know I do.
*LDS.org
Also in order to raise our children to be obedient to the principles of the gospel, we had to be willing to live those principles ourselves as well. We also strive each day to seek the Lord's help to be good parents. More often than not they have followed us by example.
Being obedient doesn't mean that our lives are free of problems. Our kids don't always follow our example. They have their free agency to choose to obey us or not. They also know that there will be consequences for their actions. Just as there are for all adults. However as we each honestly seek to be obedient and seek the Lord's help as we strive to be good parents, our chances at being successful parents increase.
I know that as I humbly try to be the best parent I can possibly be, I'm blessed in my efforts.
I remember one time when all my boys were in Elementary school. They were ages 5 through 12. A real bundle of energy too! I can remember loosing my temper often because I was so exhausted trying to keep up with all of them.
There was one particular day where I was on the brink of erupting like a Mount Vesuvius--again. I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me instead. What I saw on my face was a shock. Such an ugly, horrid face glared back at me. Who was this stranger looking at me I thought? I slowly turned on the cold water and splashed it all over my face and cried my eyes out. I was horrified that my kids had seen me like that. I had seen that same look on a parents face as a child. That look cut me to the core. I never wanted my kids to see that in my home again. Then an idea came to me...
I went back out to my kids, who were all sitting in time out, just waiting for the "Scary Mommy" to return and eat them alive, I think. They were silent and huddled together. Then they saw the sadness on my face and the tears in my eyes. I watched as they relaxed.
I then told them, "Mommy is going in time out now. I love you and I'm so sorry I scared all of you so much. You all sit there in time out quietly until it's 4 o'clock then you can watch TV quietly. "Jason," I looked to my 12 year old, "You're in charge until I'm done, okay" He nodded.
Not a word did they murmur in argument as I walked to my room. The shock on their faces was all I 'd needed to see. Mommy was in BIG trouble. She was in time out. Wow, what a concept.
Children are not discouraged by imperfect parents. When you make a mistake parental repentance is so important. First you have to realize you've made a mistake. Good job thats the big one! Then ask for forgiveness. Your kids will be astounded if it's the very first time. Your honest behavior will invite your kids to behave honestly and to trust you too. You are also teaching a much needed lesson on personal repentance. Teaching by example is key.
*"Parents who honor the covenants and promises they make with God and men teach integrity to their children."
I can honestly say that I've never lied to my kids. They expect the truth everytime I'm with them. It's a great honor to be thought so well of. They also know I'm striving to be perfect--but I've got a long way to go and that a good thing. I'm doing my best with what I've been given. I know my boys will do even better than I've been able to accomplish in my life. It's just the way it works.
I guess my advice to my readers is, raise your kids with integrity, love and honesty. If you're not, repent and keep striving to be the best parent you can possibly be. Write down those things you need to improve upon. Invite the Lord to help you meet your goals. I know that you will do just fine.
In closing I'd like to remind you to hug those kids daily. They don't stay kids for long. You'll cherish those moments when your kids are away on those missions or off to college. I know I do.
*LDS.org
Friday, February 15, 2008
Forever Valentine
This is a very special week. Feb 16th is my anniversary and of course my thoughts are drawn to the love of my life and eternal companion, Terry. He is an truly amazing guy. I find myself more in love with him after 23 years of marriage than ever before.
This week he had a simple boquet of spring flowers delivered to my door by a dear friend. So I got a hug and flowers! What a sweet surprise. He knows how much I miss springtime on my childhood Island. Daffodils and tulips were always peeking out of the ground by February there. When I think of all the lovely memories we've made through the years I have to smile. His love for me is only equal to his compassion.
I hear so many women complaining about their spouses--and I admit that at one time I was there too. But now that I've matured I realize just how good this man truly is.
Of course he has his faults and they drive me nuts once in a while! I'd be a terrible liar if I said otherwise. I do know though that I can be just as irritating and he never complains to anyone about me. He is continuously optimistic and sees the good in people. I wish I could be more like him. I've learned so much from him through the years. Especially about how to forgive and to trust.
One of the things that I cherish about him is that he has always loved our sons and has been a fine example of what a good man truly is. I see them in turn being good, fine men. They honor their priesthood just as their father does. They love their mom just as my husband loves his mom. I couldn't have asked for a better person to father my children and it shows in the choices my kids are making in life.
We made it through insurmountable odds the past few years--our family unit still intact. What held us together was the knowledge that we are in fact an eternal family--that Heavenly Father will never give us anything we can't handle. No amount of opposition or trials will separate us. We continue to pray together and we stay together sharing a truly wonderful love. I'm thankful for this wonderful man who continues to be my dearest friend and loved one. I can't count how many times he has cared for me while I've been sick or helped me mend a ragged heart.
These days he works two jobs so we can pay off my medical debts and to support our missionaries. He never complains, he smiles and whistles and sometimes sings when he walks through the door after 9pm in the evening. He's been gone since 5am. He doesn't complain if the house isn't perfect or his dinner is cold. In turn his efforts to make a better life for us make me want to be a better wife and mother.
He never criticizes how round I've become or how ill I am. He simply loves me just as I am imperfections and all. Terry's a blessing in all of our lives and I love him more dearly than ever before.
Terry, because of your example I'm a better person today than I was 23 years ago. For that and so much more I'm eternally grateful.
These days he works two jobs so we can pay off my medical debts and to support our missionaries. He never complains, he smiles and whistles and sometimes sings when he walks through the door after 9pm in the evening. He's been gone since 5am. He doesn't complain if the house isn't perfect or his dinner is cold. In turn his efforts to make a better life for us make me want to be a better wife and mother.
He never criticizes how round I've become or how ill I am. He simply loves me just as I am imperfections and all. Terry's a blessing in all of our lives and I love him more dearly than ever before.
Terry, because of your example I'm a better person today than I was 23 years ago. For that and so much more I'm eternally grateful.
Happy 23rd Anniversary Sweetheart!
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