Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Applesauce

We made applesauce this week - a gift from the yellow transparent tree (the only one which really ever produces much). The victorio strainer makes it SO MUCH easier, as you don't have to peel or core the apples. I did core them, however, because enough were wormy I didn't want any surprises.

However, in hours worked, those 23 pints took between four and six hours - hardly a good investment if you were paying yourself anything. I choose to count it this way: the hours I spent picking apples and bottling applesauce were cheap "entertainment" - as I spent no money while I was working.

Steve made the comment, "You really don't see other ladies canning, do you?" I thought, "No, because they are smart. I could buy applesauce for less than a dollar a can and be done with it in ten minutes." Yet, canning is almost a heritage for me. I have so many memories of Mom snipping beans, canning peaches, bottling cherries, making applesauce, freezing corn. During the summer months, Dad spend several hours a night planting, watering, weeding, harvesting, and fertilizing. It was a big part of their lives.

While I do love the fresh produce, finding a way to utilize the bounties from the yard seems part of the stewardship. Mom and Dad were both great stewards of what they had been given. They canned it or gave it away. Nothing was wasted.

Next year may be I'll go with the "give it away" option - but I'll need to spray, as not many people want wormy apples, even if they're free.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

So smart

Remember the days when you thought you were smart? It's been a long time for me.

It was fun having the grandkids to the lake. Since my Upwards strategy is definitely an anytime, bounded, greedy one, I could play Racko with Zach and Upwards with Trisha and Steve at the same time. Racko rules went something like this. You grabbed a card, pronounced the number (sometimes accompanied by "this is my favorite number"), and stated where you were placing it in your rack. The first one to fill the rack won. I commented on how well Zach could pronounce the numbers - even fifty two and thirty six. 14 became "One D four" and 30 became "thirty zero". When I told him how impressed I was, he said, "Yeah, I am smart!"

He is starting to read. Trisha is such a great mom. As words were played in Upwards that he could sound out, Trisha would have him read to us. It won't be long for he'll be reading chapter books.

Zach loves the hide-a-bed in the basement. He must be the only person in the family who likes that bed, so he has no contenders. It is a great bed for climbers and has a convenient view of the TV.

Zach has to eat on the little picnic table, not only because it is just his size, but has the added advantage that no one comments on what he is eating when he is away from the rest of us. A private table definitely has appeal. He loved playing restaurant with the play or imaginary food, but real food held little enticement.

At the beach, Zach so loves kids he starts playing ball with some girls in the next group. He's got a pretty good kick. At the pool, he loved jumping to Grandpa or landing on the rubber mat in the water.

Halle loves the beach. She sprinkles sand over her head until her blond hair is completely covered. She is an eater - the "carnivore" as she is called by her mom. She loves chicken, hot dogs, grapes, cheese, Cheerios,milk, corn. She is starting to talk so much. While she attempts a lot of words- ball, dog, grandma, papa, Zach, thank you, bye, milk - the word she pronounces the plainest is "dirt", which came in handy with all the sand everywhere. While she complained if we asked her to wear a life jacket, she spent most of the morning carrying the orange floaties with her arms placed through the holes. She is definitely a mama's girl, but would tolerate the walk with grandma solely because of all the dogs we saw along the beach.

Halle loves water. At the pool, she would jump from sides as long as anyone consented to catch her. She would bend over and blow bubbles in the water.

Everywhere she goes she finds something which interests her. The stairs at the condo are her favorite as the slats mean she can navigate the stairs upright. She loves cars (making the sounds) and girl toys. She found a six inch red string of beads and thought that was the most wonderful thing - putting it on her head (as it was too short for a necklace) and placing it in her mouth. When we could get it away from her, it ended up in the trash.

Ah, to be so smart - loving life and enjoying anything you find along the way. I could use such wisdom.

Punctuation

We spent the weekend at the lake again. JaNae and Lynda brought Grandma Allan on Friday. Trish and the kids joined us. I watched the kids while the rest of them went to Cafe Sabor. Trisha stayed with Grandma and the kids while the rest of us went for a walk along the beach. One of my favorite things to do is walk along the shore line. We walked so far, we got to a part where the seashells were ten inches thick. It looked like gravel, but was terrible to walk through. The shells slipped between the sole of your flip flops and your foot, cutting into you as you walked. We were gone far longer than we planned, but we had a great time visiting.

JaNae and Lynda were concerned with Grandma's home. She doesn't have the strength to water hanging plants that used to adorn her patio. Her yard is a far cry from the glory years, but at thirty dollars an hour for good gardening help and the need for a couple of hours of gardening per day, it becomes a financial impossibility to keep it the way she used to. She has four flower beds in the front yard, in addition to beds along the side of the house and flower beds all along the fence of a huge yard. She's had bugs in her grass, so even the grass isn't up to its old glory. I think its time for some redesign.

Inside the house, the shower is slippery, the throw rugs are a danger, and getting out of her chairs is more and more of a struggle every day. Plus, she gets so lonely. Everyone helps. Norm comes every week to take her out to dinner. Bob takes care of the garbage. Kathy has been coming several times a week to help with the shower and transports Grandma to her weekly hair appointment. We take care of Sunday dinner. Steve goes grocery shopping with her once a week and often takes her for a ride to see the beautiful valley. JaNae and Lynda call every day and visit often. But her friends are dying or in worse shape than she is. She can't enjoy the things she used to do. She gets bored.

But this weekend, Grandma enjoyed the great grand kids, seeing the canyon, and enjoying the company. It was needed punctuation for an otherwise routine existence.

Signs of Fall

It took me years to appreciate Fall. When I was a student and would see the "back to school" advertisements, I would be filled with sudden dread. While I have always loved school and learning, school was always filled with anxiety - and a sadness for the end of summer. Once it was time for graduate school, Fall brought the anxiety of new classes, a new apartment, life away from family. As a Mom, Fall meant the end of delightful times with the kids and the stress of homework and daily demands. After my PhD, Fall brought the stress of new preparations, a rigid schedule, and lots of work. It's only been the last few years when the back to school signs don't elicit any stress.

At the lake, the six inch pond on the beach was colder than the lake - a sign that evening temperatures are dipping. Our tomato plants are eye level. We've only harvested a dozen cherry tomatoes, but if the weather will just hold out, we should have bucket loads. The raspberries have dwindled. Plums are getting ripe. Beans are producing enough to keep us is beans for dinner every day. The peppers are trying hard to get enough sun to thrive. We've even harvested a few cucumbers - and to think I thought they were squash! I planted so many cucumbers and squash that died, I wasn't sure what was planted where. The yellow transparent apples are WONDERFUL. I'm reminded of Grandma Hurst every time I get out my salt shaker to enjoy their tart flavor.

We start into college and department retreats this week. Yes, Fall is definitely coming.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Grandma Blog

Yesterday we recorded Grandma Allan answering some personal history questions.

Her blog is at maldaallan.blogspot.com.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Update

Health
Lori, Kram and kids are to NIH today and tomorrow for the ALPS study. She has blogged about it, so if you have access to her blog, you should read it there. They have some new medication to try and are testing for all kinds of things. ALPS is rare, but our particular mutation is the only one like it that they have seen.

The way the numbers came out, Steve and four of our five kids have ALPS, but Drew is the only grandchild with ALPS. It could be spontaneous with Steve, but they did say they might want to test his siblings. Grandma doesn't have it.

Steve, Kim and Trisha to go NIH next month for similar counseling and testing.

Jobs

Ben started a new job today with a law firm in Salt Lake City. You'll have to wait for Chelle to blog about that, as I've told you most of what I know.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Proof Positive - Less is more


I've been studying game theory for a new course I'm offering this fall. I ran across something so interesting. It is called Braess's paradox. Suppose you have 100 cars going from point A to point D along the roads shown above. The time to travel from A to B depends on the number of cars (x). So if 50 cars take the route from A to B to D, it would take 3.5 hours. The same is true of A to C to D. Because both routes are equally good, the cars tend to distribute themselves equally. In fact, if more choose one route than the other, cars will be motivated to change until the routes become equal again. (It's called a Nash equilibrium.) BUT, if we add a free road between B and C, everyone will take A to B to C to D and it will take 4 hours.

There you have it. Proof positive that less is more.

I have definitely known individuals for whom this is true. I remember talking to one of my rich cousins (one of the Dame's of Woodgrain Windows). He said something to the effect that having a lot of money is a big drain - you have to invest it wisely, make sure you aren't being cheated, plan for it, protect it, provide for others who depend on you. Who knew the rest of us are so lucky NOT to have such big worries?

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

End of an era...


There it is. The list of all the batches left to complete - empty, zip, zilch. After five years of being over extraction for the stake, the church has officially moved to the new indexing system.

I should feel a bit nostalgic after all the hours I've spent training, checking, auditing, correcting, submitting. I don't. It has been a rewarding calling, but I'm glad to be done.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things

Kim has just been called to be Young Women's president in her ward. She was saying that she really wanted to go on trek with the young men/young women in her ward next year. The activity involves learning about Mormon pioneers - their conversion, persecution, and their travel west. For this multi-day event, they dress in clothing of the day and push handcarts, which carry their trek supplies. Before going, individuals are encouraged to eat healthy food, prepare physically, and get sufficient rest. They divide up the participants in "families" led by a "mom" and "dad". For Kim, it would be a little tough as she has no spouse to be the Dad of the family. She decided she may have to volunteer to be the cook.

Lori told an interesting story about going on the trek.

A friend of Lori's has a special needs daughter. She is totally dependent - needing help walking, dressing, eating, surviving 24/7. When her stake asked the mother and her husband to be leaders for one of the groups, she thought that would be a good break from her daily activities. Grandma would come to take care of her daughter, and they made plans to be gone for several days. When the "family" assignments came out for the trek, this woman and her husband had a special needs child in their group. At first she was concerned, knowing that there is no way her daughter could make the trip. When she met the boy, she was relieved. He was a big fellow with Downs syndrome - but healthy enough to withstand the demands of the trip. She thought, "Who better than us to work with a special needs child? We know how to help and what is needed."

As they began the trek, this fellow refused to walk. He was capable of walking. He just wouldn't do it. They had few options, so they decided to put him in the handcart and push him along the trail along with their supplies. It was hard work and a challenge they hadn't planned on, but somehow they made it work. They rallied the members of their group to share the load. Instead of pulling a few supplies, they had a two hundred pound rider. All the family members took turns. The fellow was delightful. He sang the entire time and made up ditties about the youth assigned to his group. He had them all laughing.

Other groups observed their group, laughing and pulling together. They would come to the "parents" and say, "Can we borrow him? Our group needs such a focus." And they did end up "loaning him out" to other groups.

Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things... Henry Ward Beecher

Unless a man undertakes more than he possibly can do, he will never do all that he can. Henry Drummond

Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are. Bernice Johnson Reagon

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Birthday gifts...

I finally got around to taking a picture of my birthday gifts. Trisha gave me a flax grinder and flax. Greg, Chelle, Kim and Lori gave me the lamp. Steve gave me the recliner for my bathroom. Thanks to all! I loved the gifts and the thoughtfulness.

Pine noodles…

Ahh, to be three again.  Drew is the most amazing child.  He is entertaining to say the least.  He’ll be sitting at the table, taking a drink and then contorting his lips.  His explanation, “I’m kissing my milk.”

We walk to the neighborhood pond to feed the ducks.  He searches for a stick to pass through the pond sending ripples out in all directions.  He states, “I’m making rainbows”. He is fascinated by the dead fish in the pond, sure that some duck ate them.  He pulls grass and leaves to throw to the ducks.  The grass is “noodles” and eventually “pine noodles”.  On the way home, he is so excited to see real rainbows in the mist from the sprinklers. 


As we play on the play set in the backyard, he says “Grandma, can we go down the slide together.  I can sit on your lap.  It will be awesome.”  He and Brooke play “dog”.  He must be the Mom as he is cleaning the floor with the cloth used for the chalkboard (of the play set).  Brooke climbs the steps without hands (after getting them wet in the sprinkler).  She makes handprints on the floor while Drew screeches, “Hey, I just cleaned that!”  When the roles switch, he is confined to a corner of the house by Brooke’s muttering, “Lock up, lock up, lock up”.  He is not deterred as he replies, “Unlock, unlock”.

Any stick he finds is a magic wand and any blanket a beautiful dress.  The kids had left a pile of blankets in the living room from their latest fort.  Drew draped the blankets over the arm of the couch and tied them with a string he had found, saying “This is a beautiful dress”.  I had a feeling he was recreating the scene in Cinderella where the mice added the beads and sash to make Cinderella’s dress.  As the blankets fell, he would whine, “Grandma!”  I couldn’t figure out why I was to blame, but I guess the scene needed some opposition.  He will take on an accent as he invites you to have some tea.


He knows all the words to the Veggie Tale songs, but will only dance when there is music.  What a dancer he is.  He has all the poses down and can maintain an active pace until the music stops. 

We had a painting project on Friday.  The kids went with us – Drew in his Royal Purple robe.  All through the paint store he was doing magic.   He loved the paint brushes and would tell me about the various colors he used to create his masterpieces.

The kids wanted to go to Zamzows – which is a pet and nursery store.  The whole time we were looking at frog fish and birds Drew was singing “She’s got a ticket to ride” complete with the falsetto “My baby don’t care”.  It was pretty cute.

Here is the Royal purple robe:

Brooke is starting to read!  It is a lot of work, but she is really getting good.  After reading, “If you give a pig a pancake", I think I could author a children’s book.  It reads like something you made up on the way to the grocery store.  "If you give a pig a pancake, she'll want some syrup to go with it. You'll give her some of your favorite maple syrup. She'll probably get all sticky, so she'll want to take a bath."

Brooke is very observant. She could tell us which button to press in the car to get the garage door to open. When she wanted oatmeal for breakfast, here were her instructions: Put oatmeal in a bowl. Put water in the bowl. Put it in the microwave. Wait until the oatmeal rises. Then add cinnamon sugar. I questioned, "Oatmeal rises?" I had never cooked oatmeal that way. It really did rise just like she said. Grandpa thought it was good too! We'll have to try it that way at home.

Brooke is taking dancing, gymnastics, and is doing great on her bike. Pretty soon she'll be ready to have the training wheels off.

Brooke is a great pretender. She and Drew are inseparable. What great friends.

Stop Drop and Roll

On Wednesday as we were picking up the kids from preschool, there was much excitement about the grass fires in Eagle. The area affected involved Lori’s ward – and several families were evacuated. She was in contact with friends over facebook and on the phone. More than 300 fire fighters and 50 fire trucks rushed to the scene. We watched the smoke filled sky and heard the planes go overhead.

I told them about my experience with fire when I was five. It was before my kindergarten year. The neighbors had a birthday party. The favors were a squirt flower. The cake with lit candles was placed along side a quart jar of water on the porch. As I bent over to fill my gag flower, my dress caught on fire. Instead of “stop, drop, and roll”, I ran and the fire got bigger and bigger.
The kids were quite alarmed with the story. Several times over the next few days Drew would tell me, “You didn’t stop, and the flames got bigger and bigger.”


Here are pictures of them practicing “stop, drop, and roll”.



Sunday, July 25, 2010

It's a fine thing...

I was reading "Drenched in Light" yesterday and ran across this phrase, "It's a fine thing to be the answer to someone's prayers." It reminded me of something that happened several years ago.

I was in my office with my door shut. I've learned that when you are female on a mostly male faculty, students view you as infinitely interruptable - like you are the secretary. They'll ask you about someone else's schedule who is "too important to bother, but you are evidently not too important to bother". Anyway, I usually keep my door shut so I can get work done. I had the feeling I needed to open my door, so I did. Not long after, a fellow came by. I can't remember his excuse for coming to my door, but we got to talking about his data structures class - a class I have taught a dozen times (but wasn't currently teaching). He was very frustrated because he had always been an A student in high school, but now he was working his tail end off to pull a C. He was discouraged to the point of despair. We talked for a while. I told him that data structures was probably our toughest class - that if he could survive that, he could survive anything. I gave him pointers about studying and made sure he knew about the tutor room. After that, I saw him a few more times. One day he came in to tell me thanks for the advice. Things were going much better and he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. As he left, he said, "You know that day I happened by your office? My mom had told me, 'Just go find someone to talk to.'" He eventually finished and graduated.

I have to agree - its a fine thing to be the answer to someone's prayers.

Today was another day that kind of proceeded on its own power. Our good friend and neighbor shattered his ankle six weeks ago. Steve has been over a few times with cinnamon rolls and to visit. I hadn't been over - though I used to teach Sunday School with Dave, so have been very close to him. Today, I had all the stuff to make Grandma's raspberry pie (whip cream, cream cheese, Danish dessert), but had decided it was too much work. I'd just pick a few raspberries to put over ice cream and call it good. As I was picking a few berries, the neighbor's five year old came over to help me pick. She loves raspberries. I asked how her Dad was. She told me the whole story. She said her Mom was sad because they didn't have any money. She said her Dad was sad because he couldn't go back to work. For some reason, she told me she thought that if I made her dad a raspberry pie that would make him happy. I told her I thought we could do that. I had to go in to fix dinner, but she kept picking raspberries. She brought me in a bowlful of berries and asked what time I thought the pie would be done. I told her it wouldn't be until about 8 - as I didn't have a crust made (and that has to chill). Anyway, when we arrived at their house shortly after 8, Whitney had told her Dad to expect the pie. Whitney was so delighted. They were in the backyard when she saw us coming and and hollered, "Our pie! You got our pie done!" We had a wonderful visit and expressed our love and support for them. I don't know if it meant that much to Dave, but for Whitney, it was just what she needed to do for her Dad.

But of course, maybe it was Whitney who was an answer to my prayers. We all need to feel useful.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Until you pour hot water...

I had across this passage in the book Sarah's Quilt:
I have a deep down belief that there are folks in the world who are good through and through, and others who came out mean and will go out mean. It's like coffee. Once it's roasted, it all looks brown. Until you pour hot water on it and see what comes out. Folks get into hot water, you see what comes out.

Other quotes from the book:
So much of life is a shadow, fleeting as a moment.

How fast can life turn its course. On a nickel, as the boys say, and give you change.

............
I just finished the book and read the author's bio which states the book was created from stories of her great grandmother. Okay, so I'm thinking some of our relatives should write a book based on our family stories. Any takers?

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Can we bottle that?

We have been having some concerns in Relief Society about people feeling judged. They hear a lesson on temple marriage and are hurt because their temple marriage was abusive and now they are married to a non-member, whom they adore. They are made to feel they don't measure up because of the very person who saved them.

In talking about the situation, our Relief Society president shared her story. She said, "I was raised in a part-member, less active family. When I came to church, I came by myself, but I didn't care. I found a family to 'adopt' me. There were families who wouldn't let their kids play with me because my dad wasn't a member. I didn't care. I thought, 'Gee, you are missing out. Your kids would be better off playing with me. I'm a good person. I've seen what your kids do at school, and they would be better off playing with me."

Is her reaction just amazing? How do we bottle that and give everyone a daily dose?

Saturday, July 17, 2010

What is more beautiful than a garden?

Thirty eight years ago, when Steve and I were married, my folks hadn't been in their home long. Our reception was to be held there - the line in the living room and tables set up in the back yard. That Spring, Dad had removed the sod in the back half of the yard to plant a garden. As we worried about how everything would look, we pressured Dad into getting a redwood fence in place to hide the garden. I wondered whether it would ever be put up in time. I remember Dad saying, "So what if it isn't? What is more beautiful that a garden?" Well, the fence was installed before our reception and everything looked great. One of the highlights was the Sigma Gamma Chi fraternity (which Steve belonged to) coming and serenading us. So special!

However, I find myself repeating Dad's words. With no access to Dad's garden anymore and the back of our yard dense with trees (ours and the neighbor's), the only place to plant vegetables is in our front yard. This year we put up some awesome tomato cages (which Steve made). I can't believe how high the tomatoes have grown - especially for such a miserable Spring. Who knew they would be four feet tall, and growing. Steve keeps saying, "I wonder how the neighbors like our huge tomato cages in the front yard?" I say, "I think the tomatoes are beautiful. What is more beautiful that a garden?"


Thursday, July 15, 2010

Does he say anything yet?

On Tuesday we had two masters defenses. One was a student of mine and the other was a student of Renee's. Renee suggested that we take the two students to lunch to celebrate. At the Sky Room, we were talking about a variety of things - jobs, apartments, driving lessons, and Renee's new 7 week old baby (her first). As we were talking about the baby, one of the graduate students said, "Does he say anything yet?"

I thought that was a pretty funny question to ask about a seven week old baby, but it reminded me of how many times we are always looking to the future rather than enjoying what we have right now.

Summer has got to be my favorite season. Every morning as the bedroom fills with light and the fans blow cool air over me, I lay in my king-sized bed and think, "Life doesn't get any more perfect than this moment." There are a lot of stressful things going on in our lives. Some will definitely get better. Others promise to be hard for the foreseeable future. I'm trying to remind myself to enjoy the moment not be wondering, "When will he talk?"

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The $1000 inch...

When we remodeled the master bath, we thought about taking out the corner closet and extending the shower twelve inches. The bill for that alone would have been $12000. We decided we really didn't need a bigger shower at $1000 an inch. Since that time, I've looked at a lot of things at that price tag.

When I DI-ed the vanity in the study, that gave me twelve more inches at no cost. When I tossed the filing cabinet in my office at work, I got almost twenty inches of usable space, and it was free. I have loved my "bigger" office. I've now started to work on getting rid of the inches around my middle. For them, I think I'll gladly pay the thousand dollars an inch. Wish it were that easy. I've lost a half inch and two pounds in two weeks, but the first pounds are always the easiest.

Friday, July 9, 2010

A River Runs Through it

This is me fly fishing. We had federal evaluators for our grant here the last two days. One of our RET teachers volunteered to take us fly fishing. He says he gets so excited to get out fishing, his hands start to tremble when he's tying the fly. I SO NEED something I get that excited about.

You can see my "cast" went out at least three feet. My casts weren't all that pathetic, but I'm seriously not seeing why people spend hours fly fishing. You can see I'm standing in the stream. I caught less weeds and trees from that vantage point. The evening was not a total loss; I did reel in something - a cigarette butt.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

More (word) pictures from Bear lake

My photos of the family vacation at Bear Lake were decidedly sparse. I thought I should give a word picture of each of those there.

Halle loved all the food. That gal is an eater. There was precious little she turned down, and with everyone eating constantly, her begging talents served her well. During the marshmallow war, she scavenged for fallen marshmallows – a decidedly iffy action. She loved the birds and always had a finger pointing at the myriad of winged friends. While she doesn't say a lot, she is a great little signer (more, eat, all done) and understands much, much more. She was happy on the beach or floating in her water seat in the pool. She loved going up and down the stairs and putting game pieces in her mouth. While we played games, she entertained herself by throwing clothes pins over the edge of the deck. Her most distressing time happened when her VERY FAVORITE blanket ended up going over the edge and she couldn’t communicate her problem. I guess that Baby Signing Times hasn’t covered, “Blanket overboard”.

Drew was so much fun. While he prefers Lori to the rest of us put together, he would let Grandma, Grandpa, or aunts carry him. He even let Grandma take a nap with him. To avoid bumps (which would cause havoc with his low platelets), he had to keep a subdued activity level. He loved swimming in the pool. He was an outstanding dancer; that kid has talent! With lasso golf, he arranged the balls on the ladder saying he was "decorating". When the decorations were done, whosever’s wedding was being celebrated had to cheer. He loved digging in the sand. Since many of the sand toys were actually kitchen tools, the hole he dug was filled with water and declared to be "gumbo". Being on steroids, Drew was ravenous the entire time. He had a preference for sugar. After eating the frosting off his second cupcake, I tried to encourage him to eat the rest. He sweetly said, "I said, ‘No Thank You.’"

Zach loved the water. Bear Lake has the perfect beach for kids – shallow, warm water out for fifty yards and wonderful sand everywhere. Zach assumed there were two Bear Lakes – the big one you see from the boat and the little ponds you see from the beach. Zach loved digging in the sand. Zach also loved his cousins. He and Brooke were inseparable. Zach loved playing in the boat and would pull those lounging in the pull tube (Big Mable) to and from the stopped boat. Zach showed an interesting flair for interior design as he arranged the Barbie doll furniture (all placed together, with no space in between). Zach loved sticks! We found an awesome walking stick while we were walking (of all things).

Brooke loved the beach and the pool. Sporting new glasses, she looked darling. She never tired of splashing grandpa or floating back and forth with the "frog floaties". At the beach, she dug in the sand, lugged water for the "gumbo", and floated in the rubber raft with Grandma. When the waves crashed over the side of the raft, it was so cold. Brooke declared that the water in the bottom of the raft looked like we had peed. I hoped that was just an analogy not a statement of actual occurrence. Brooke loved playing with Grandpa. For over an hour Sunday night, she and Drew played Sunday School in the basement with Grandpa. She and Drew are great pals, and even after the cousins had left, they found ample ways to be entertained.

Michelle was a great friend to all. The kids loved being with her. I can't tell you how many walks she took with Halle or how many times she took over for Drew so Lori could have a bit of relief. Chelle is amazing with children! Michelle gets the award for being most observant. She was definitely tuned in to others feelings and needs. She was so worried when she found out Great Grandma Allan was coming for dinner on Sunday. She was concerned that the meal she had planned wouldn’t be the typical Sunday meal Great Grandma Allan would expect. Michelle braved the icy waters on Monday morning to succeed at wake boarding. Michelle also organized the siblings to go in on Mom’s birthday gift!

Ben was a great uncle to all the kids. He loved playing with them. Though his plans for studying fell apart when his bar exam materials were inadvertently left home, he was a great sport. He enjoyed skiing and wake boarding, as well as beach sports. Ben was a great support in the kitchen – that chicken taco dinner was wonderful! Ben loved to play games. Whenever things slowed down, he could be found with the "guys" playing Puerto Rico, Power Grid, Acquire, nine-card or some game made up for the occasion. He was always in the thick of the action.

Greg was the life of the party. Wherever fun was happening, Greg was in the middle of it. He loved to ski, wake board, or pull the boat for others do to so. He made up games for the kids, including the foam burrito, as well as for adults (drop pen target practice) and burrito basketball. Greg is a master strategist – coming in as winner or serious contender for every game. His marshmallow thrust had such impact that Drew's cheek was red for an hour. Greg and Kim's shish-kabobs were wonderful as well as was the rice pilaf and birthday cupcakes. Thanks for making a special birthday dinner.

Trisha was a lot of fun, wiping out the competition on Acquire and lasso golf. Her attempt at open water swimming (in preparation for the triathlon) was decidedly weak, however. After walking down to the beach with Halle and two observers, she gave up after getting knee deep. Her excuse was that there were fish, but the freezing water may have had more to do with it. Trish did get in some running and biking and even a little lap swimming in the pool (where there were no fish). Trisha's French dip sandwiches were outstanding!

Brandon was the super dad. He was always with one of the kids so Trisha could have a break. On Saturday, I don't think he even made it down to the beach as he was always with a sleeping child. Brandon, too, loves games. He enjoyed them all, but was particularly skilled at marshmallow war. I think he's been practicing. After making all the guns, he deserved to come out the winner. Brandon was a champion gamer as well.

Kim was in demand as master masseuse. Everyone needed a massage and a diagnosis as to why their back was tight or their X muscle needed work. Kim made great progress on reading The Help, but reluctantly gave it up when she had to leave. (You're on page 312 if you can get it in the Boise library.) Kim enjoyed skiing and wake boarding as well as some good quality beach time. Kim doubled as chauffeur, taking Great Grandma Allan back to Logan after dinner – (Kim had planned to go to Logan to connect with some friends at a barbecue). With a condo built for eight, but accommodating 14, Kim was a good sport to sleep on the floor on a foam pad. She even declared she got some sleep – eventually.

Lori is such an amazing Mom. With all of Drew's medical problems and his desire to be cheek to cheek a good share of the day, she never gets impatient or frustrated. She lovingly cares for the kids and satisfies their needs. While her Acquire skills are weak, she was on the winning marshmallow war team. Lori loved to be in the action – at the pool, on the beach, or in the games. Lori never got in her skiing, citing schedule or weather problems. Maybe next year.

Kram was so cute with Halle. While the kids are a little scared of "Uncle K", the game with Ferdinand had Halle in non-stop smiles. Kram made a great pancakes and awesome scrambled eggs. Kram could be counted on to join the guys in endless games or watch a neglected movie. He even succumbed to sleeping four to a bed – saying the king-sized bed accommodated his entire family by morning – though the kids had started on foam mats on the floor.

Steve was in seventh heaven with all the family around. He loved to play with the kids, compete in games, man the grill, or drive the boat. He never turned down a walk to the beach or a chance to visit with the kids. On more than one occasion he would say, "Wow, we have an impressive family. I am in awe of them." He has always been a great and involved Dad. His most distressing time was when the support for the awning broke and we were left with a very ghetto- looking sunshade. He figured the sheriff patrol (who enforce parking standards on the beach) would give us a warning for most pathetic looking beach gear :-).

Monday, July 5, 2010

Grandfather's Day

I never got a father's day entry posted, so I thought I'd settle for a grandfather's day post. Steve does love those grandkids! These are just a few pics from the Fourth of July at Bear Lake.


Notice Zach's eyes in these pictures. He is rarely looking at what everyone else is looking at. He's definitely too busy for pictures.





Thursday, July 1, 2010

Why are there mosquitos?

 When I was a kid, I remember going to Hyrum Dam and being eaten alive my mosquitos.  I remember a bunch of us kids running into the car and smashing mosquitoes against the glass.  I sat their thinking, "Why did Heavenly Father make mosquitoes?"  I could see no purpose.  To this day, I am still trying to figure out why God lets all the negative things happen in our lives...


Sometimes I just don’t sleep. I go to sleep, and wake up an hour later. I toss and turn, doze off, and within an hour I’m awake again.  I change beds, read a book, listen to BYUI devotionals.  On Sunday night, I had one of those nights.  I listened to four BYUI devotionals before I finally got to sleep near 4 a.m..  I’ve listened to all the current devotionals, so I’ve started searching “all years” by topic..

One talk I quite liked was Hearing the Voice of the Spirit by Ned C. Hill, on March 11, 2008.  I recommend the whole talk, but here are a few of his pointers.
Guideline 1: We Must Do Our Homework First.
Guideline 2: By Keeping the Commandments We Tune Our Spiritual Receiver.
Guideline 3: Minimize Competition with the Voice of the Spirit.
Guideline 4: Seek out Places Where the Spirit is More Likely.
Guideline 5: Practice Listening to the Spirit’s Voice by Serving Others.
Guideline 6: Practice Listening to the Voice of the Spirit through Scriptures and General Conference.
Guideline 7: Learn to Differentiate the Spirit’s Voice from Imitators.
Guideline 8: Avoid Boasting about Spiritual Matters.
Guideline 9: Recognize that Sometimes the Answer is “No” or “Not What I Wanted”

But, back to my insomnia…  I try to blame my cholesterol medication (Crestor) for my sleepless nights.  I had a great deal of trouble getting used to it.  The doctor prescribed a dose every evening.  I had a whole week of sleepless nights.  After a google search, I learned I was not alone.  I started taking the medicine in the morning half as often.  The problems were much less.  However, because of that early experience, I still blame Crestor for my occasional  lack of sleep.

After Sunday night, I said to myself, “Do you REALLY need to take Crestor?  Can’t you control cholesterol through other means?”  I know the doctor told me things to do like increase fiber, exercise, and intake of Omega-3 and decrease weight and intake of animal products.  After six months of trying, my cholesterol was still too high and he put me on medication.  That was a few years ago.  However, I didn’t really try all that hard.  In the intervening years, I’ve made some progress – increasing exercise and fiber and taking fish oil capsules, but I could do more.  Now, I am motivated.  I am going to bring my cholesterol down so I can get off medication.  Then, if I can’t sleep, I’ll know I’ve done what I can.

I’ve decided that sometimes we need to have bad things happen in our lives to motivate us to change.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Have you read...

I'll bet you wonder what I'm doing. I'm trying to find stuff about Mom, but since there is no organization to my files, I'm finding all sorts of stuff.

I just read my patriarchal blessing. I found several things in my blessing that I have NEVER seen before. That is so amazing how that happens. At each stage in my life, I see totally different things in it.

When I first got it, I remember thinking it was pretty boring. Nothing exciting at all. Little did I understand. Pearls before swine, I guess.

Oldies but goodies...

(1981) The women's conference was really good. I especially enjoyed the keynote speaker, an Ida Smith from BYU. Usually we are given the same old advice: give, serve, be unselfish, care for your family, set the tone of your home, support your husband, etc, etc. etc. Her advice was like none I have ever received through the church. She sounded like me speaking, only bolder. Here are some of the things she had to say. She talked about priorities.

1st You and Your relationship to the Lord. This is not selfish. In the judgment, you go alone. You can't say, "Well, if he would have” or ''If my children would have..." It is what you have done. Be gospel scholars. Develop every talent - so that you can be of great service. You can't give from an empty vessel. She talked about working mothers, too. Women work for the money. Take away the pay and see how long you would stay. They work to put sons on missions, to pay the building fund, to give their kids piano lessons, etc. Never judge another's reasons for working. What is necessity for one is luxury for another. But she said, "Your working is not the silver bullet that affects your kids, your attitude it." She said, "I was shocked to discover a few years ago that I had been raised by a 'working mother'. Both my parents worked, but I never felt neglected or disadvantaged. I didn't have a part time mother. We all knew what her priorities were."

2nd Your relationship to your Spouse. This is the most important relationship in your family. Marriage should be a partnership of equals. She asked the Question, "Could you or your spouse cope without the other? Do you know where the insurance is, how to pay bills? Does he know how to cook, do laundry, etc.?"

3rd Your children. Teach them to be responsible, independent, and God-loving. The Lord did not say, "Have perfect children". He did say, “Teach them." Don't let anyone pressure you to have a certain number of kids. Only humans are in the numbers game. God is not. Let your children do things for you. If children do things for parents, they will love parents as much as parents love children. She also said, "It never occurred to me that there was anything I couldn't do, because my mother knew I could."

4th Church
5th. Community

She ended her first talk with - Stop killing your self. You can't do everything everyday. The Lord knows that. Get off each others' cases. Don't compare yourself to others. - Being is more important that doing. Cherish the NOW

Women in a Man's world
Her next talk was about Women in a Man's world. She stated we need to value one another, view each other the way the Lord does. She talked about the percent of women in the work force. 47% of the women in Colorado are working. They make 57% of the money a man makes. In other words for every dollar a man makes, a woman will make 57 cents. That's why women are going into non-traditional jobs. In non-traditional jobs, women can make 92 cents for every dollar a man makes. She asked how many women in the audience had been in the work force at some point in their adult lives. Everyone but two or three hands went up. If you work, you may as well be earning top dollar. One in three households with children is supported by a woman. She talked about the tendency of women to try to hide their intelligence.

Read the D&C 88th section and you will realize what your responsibilities are. Research was done on a group of five year olds. The boys were asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They answered, "Oh. We would be doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc." The girls said they wanted to be Mommies or nurses. The boys were asked what they would be when they grew up if they were girls. Everything got silent. One replied. "I guess we wouldn't be anything. The girls were asked what they would be if they were boys. Excitedly they responded, "Oh we would be doctors, lawyers, etc. At age five!

She addressed 200 freshmen and sophomores at the Y. She asked them some questions not expecting them to raise their hands, but was shocked at the numbers responding. She asked the men, “How many of you want to marry someone who is not as smart as you are?" Almost all the hands went up. She chastised them, telling them they ought to marry the smartest gal they could find to be their spouse and the mother of their children. She asked the women, "How many of you have ever tried to hide your intelligence to be attractive to men?" Every hand went up. She turned to the men and said, “Look what you have done to them!”

She asked the men if they had ever been led to feel superior because they were male. Almost all said yes. She asked the women if they had ever been led to feel inferior because they were female. Almost all said yes.

Sexism is real and we need to be cautious of the implications we give.

She talked about happy marriages. The one who has the most power is the happiest. Usually that is the man. The happiest marriages are those where the wife works part time. She has her own money to spend, and her opinion is usually valued more by her husband. She said, “It’s too bad it takes a job to accomplish this, but it is usually the case.

American women take responsibility for the failures in the home, but don’t take credit for the good things.

She told of a male colleague whose wife had started swimming three miles a day and teaching a few classes. His comment was, “I just can’t believe the difference her activities have made in our relationship. If someone would have told me that her participating in success in this small way would have made such a difference in her, I wouldn’t have believed it.” Have your own victories.

House work is no longer economically crucial as compared to the days when women did farm work and helped in home centered businesses. If a man sees women's work as beneath him, soon the wife feels SHE is beneath him. Both need to participate in the house work. There shouldn’t be women's work and men's work. There isn’t a lot of fulfillment in housework. You need to grow mentally.

Lastly, receive your own revelation. You have the Holy Ghost for that very purpose. You needn’t rely on a bishop or a stake president to tell you what is best for you and your husband. You find your own answers.

Trip down memory lane...

(Kim is 2 and a half) The other day, Kim was watching "Leave it to Beaver" on TV. They were talking about lying and Beaver made the comment that you should never lie because your parents always find out. Kim heard that and said, "They wouldn't find out if you didn't have a big sister.”



(Kim is 2 and a half) Kimmer's shoes were in such bad shape, I was afraid I would be receiving little care packages from friends and neighbors. We finally broke down and bought her some new shoes. We bought some thongs and some patent leather shoes. I had her try on some tennis shoes at the last. She was very tired so I put one of each style on each foot. She looked down at them and yelled at the top of her voice, "I hate them. They don't even match." Needless to say we quickly ended our shopping spree.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

You find what you are looking for

We went to the play Blithe Spirit (a British comedy by Noel Coward) on Wednesday. On a scale of 1-10, it was about a 3. Not my favorite, but there were a few funny parts. I kept thinking, "If this were on TV, I'd change the channel." That is not a good thought to entertain if you are going to enjoy the play.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately: The Help, The Language of Sycamores, The Summer Kitchen, My Grandfather's Son, The Undaunted, and am currently reading Vienna Prelude. The Help is the best, but I really liked My Grandfather's Son as well!

It is easy to become critical: too self-serving, the love story is too predictable, everything turns out too perfectly, unrealistic plot, the characters are shallow. Vienna Prelude is the first volume of a twelve volume sequence on Nazi Germany. The lead character is a beautiful and talented violin player. It becomes a little trite as everywhere she goes yet another man falls in love with her because of her beauty. I hate the message that important or loveable women MUST be beautiful and talented at everything. I would much rather hear about ordinary people who were successful. The message that only beautiful and talented people are successful gives the bulk of humanity the excuse to say, "Well, I would try harder if I were just beautiful and talented." A good friend recommended the book, so I'm practicing looking beyond this annoying factor and looking for other admirable traits. I think in life, you find what you are looking for.

A while back I went to a faculty member's lecture. He is quite well liked, so I was expecting his class to be great. He had an annoying habit of repeating the same no content phrase at the end of every sentence or two. Once I noticed it, I started marking each time he said it in order to figure out if it was as bad as I thought. It was. It about drove me crazy. I couldn't even hear what he said because I was so distracted by his constant repetition. The rest of the class wasn't phased. Because I was looking for it, that is all I heard.

I have a friend who struggles with church attendance. She said to me once, "Church is so boring. I hate it when they just read to me. I'd rather be home reading scriptures on my own or doing extraction." At first, I wasn't sure what kind of ward she attended where people just read the lessons, but after she mentioned that, I noticed how much of lesson time is spend just reading - scriptures, quotes, stories. Since my mine wanders whenever someone reads, I can relate to her concern.

My conclusion is that you find what you are looking for. If you are looking for some reason not to enjoy a book, listen during a lecture, or enjoy church, there are always plenty of aspects to criticize. The real talent is not in finding the things you dislike, but in applauding the positive.

The boat




Here is the picture of the boat they took when we bought it. We have had it out on the lake several times. Here is a picture Trisha took this weekend.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

If you see a whole thing

A friend in the ward in dying. She's a bit older than I, but not old enough to be passing on. She has been dying for two years, but now the time seems close. She can't eat much. Visits tire her out. In trying to think of what to do for her, our inspired Relief Society president asked each person to send a note or thought that we can put into a book for her - that she can read when she has energy.

I've been trying to figure out what you say to someone who is dying. Most of the catchy phrases are for the living. So, these quotes don't really work for my friend, but I did like them.

If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives.... But close up a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.- Ursula K. Le Guin

Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new. - Ursula K. Le Guin

Whether it's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got. ~Art Buchwald


Don't be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of. ~Charles Richards

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.- Carl Sandburg

Life would be much easier if I had the source code.- Unknown

Life is what you make of it. Always has been, always will be.- Grandma Moses

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. - Albert Einstein
You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted. ~Ruth E. Renkl

Monday, June 7, 2010

How to post pictures

Take a look at the Lee Hurst History link from my blog.  I'm trying to put Mom's history on the blog so you can comment and add your own entries.  However, adding pictures is PAINFUL.   I can only add them one at a time (and they are slow to upload).  And once I get them there, I can't arrange them.

Google tells me of a great way to add a bunch of pictures at at time (through an email post), but since my mailer makes me add pictures one at a time AND limits the size of my emails - that didn't work too well.  I don't have anything like a "select all" under attachments.  Google also tells me I can drag files into the attachments, but that didn't work either.  I'm using Outlook Web Access Light.  Maybe I just need a new mailer.

Any hints would be appreciated - as well as any entries you want to make in Mom's history.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

All things work together for good

The excitement for the week is cleaning the garage, going to the temple, and trying to get tomato plants to live.

I did teach today;  Here's the lesson.  It has some good stories.

All Things Work Together for Good Elder James B. Martino
**  [D&C 90:24]: “Search diligently, pray always, and be believing, and all things shall work together for your good, if ye walk uprightly.”
Stunning promise - repeated many times in the scriptures, particularly to people or prophets who are suffering through the trials.

As a young girl in Primary, I was told that if I had the faith of a mustard seed, I could move mountains.  I had no real need to move a mountain, but I did have something else I wanted. I wanted a magic wand.  I had heard about them and knew of their  power, so I decided to put my faith to work on getting a magic wand.  Now, of course, my teacher told us that we couldn’t just expect our prayers to be answered immediately.  I had complete faith that if I just prayed long enough and hard enough my prayer would be answered in the affirmative.  It wasn’t.  Why?

All suffering has a purpose!
Joseph B Wirthlin: I have lived long enough to experience firsthand many of the challenges of life. I have known exceptional people who have endured severe trials while others, at least on the surface, seem to have lived charmed lives. Often those who struggle with adversity ask the question “Why did this happen to me?” They spend sleepless nights wondering why they feel so lonely, sick, discouraged, oppressed, or brokenhearted. The question “Why me?” can be a difficult one to answer and often leads to frustration and despair. There is a better question to ask ourselves. That question is “What could I learn from this experience?”

What have you learned from your suffering?

Just  read The Undaunted about the journey through hole in the rock.   It begins in England with a six year old boy who works all day in the coal mine.  Later he comes to Utah and makes the incredible trek. Talk about trials.  Why do I somehow think my life should be a charmed one?  Evidently that is just NOT the plan.  Better to say, “My faith is independent of the results.”
When we lived in Colorado, I tended an eight year old neighbor girl before and after school.  Tracy was there for scripture reading and family prayer, and although not a member of our faith, she joined in.  When her good friend was taken to the hospital with brain cancer, the whole neighborhood was concerned.   I remember one day when Linda (Tracy’s mother) dropped by, she asked, “You are religious.  Will God heal this child?”  I remember thinking that this was my “missionary moment”.  I talked about blessings and how we believed that God does heal.  I will never forget her next comment.  She said, “Oh, I know He CAN heal.  I have seen that happen numerous times.  But, I’ve noticed that sometimes a child is healed and sometimes he is not.  My question is, “WILL He heal her?”  I had no pat answer for that question.

Suffering is meant to be part of this life
Life cannot be all sweetness.  If it were, it would be nauseating.
In the rodeo of life, if the horse doesn’t buck, you don’t get any points.
C. S. Lewis pointed out that some people are angry with God for His not existing, and others for His existing but for failing to do as mortals would have Him do. Instead of such childishness, we are urged to know God and to learn of His attributes.  Neal Maxwell

We should not assume; however, that just because something is unexplainable by us, it is unexplainable. Neal Maxwell

We are told that All Things Work Together for Good.  What does that really mean?  Have you had experiences that you question?

  I look at Joseph Smith and say to myself, “With everything that has gone wrong for you, couldn’t you have just had financial success, been spared from the death of children, had closest friends/apostles be loyal, not have to introduce plural marriage.”
**From Liberty Jail, in a time of anguish and deep suffering for the gospel’s sake, the Prophet Joseph Smith wrote the following message to the Saints: “Dear brethren, do not think that our hearts faint, as though some strange thing had happened unto us, for we have seen and been assured of all these things beforehand, and have an assurance of a better hope than that of our persecutors. Therefore God hath made broad our shoulders for the burden. We glory in our tribulation, because we know that God is with us, that He is our friend, and that He will save our souls.” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, p. 123.)
Trials and tribulations tend to squeeze the artificiality out of us, leaving the essence of what we really are and clarifying what we really yearn for.  Neal Maxwell

Message of the Fourth Watch (Michael Wilcox)
Bear Lake: Rowed from where the canyon road hits Garden City to Sweetwater.  No one likes to row with me now.  Caught in the wind in my rubber raft.  Even just twenty yards can take forever.  You seem to lose ground.  Rowing yields little progress.

Sixth chapter of Mark.
The Savior has fed the five thousand that day, and in the late afternoon, early evening, He is sending his apostles down into the ship. He will dismiss the multitude. He wishes to pray that evening, and then He will meet the apostles a little later. In late afternoon, early evening, the apostles get on the ship; they push out in the Sea of Galilee. The Savior dismisses the multitude, and prays. The Savior could pray a long time; so,
He prays late into the night. We read in Mark what takes place with the apostles:

**And when he had sent them away, he departed into a mountain to pray. And when even was come, the ship was in the midst of the sea, and he alone on the land. And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea. (Mark 6:46-48)

In John’s account (John 6:19) of this particular story we read that the apostles had rode the equivalent of about  (25-35 furlongs) seventy-five football fields against the wind. There are times in our lives when we toil, rowing against the wind. We are trying to make progress and sometimes it seems that there are forces that are against us. There may be some great blessing that we deeply desire. There may be some trial that we want deeply to be over. And it doesn’t seem like we are making any headway against the wind. We wonder if the Lord is listening.

Now we need to understand something about our Father in Heaven, and that is that He is
a fourth watch God. The Hebrew night was divided into four watches. The first watch—six o’clock at night to nine [p.m.], second watch—nine to midnight, third watch—midnight to three in the morning, fourth watch—three in the morning to sunrise. Sometimes that creates a bit of a problem for us, certainly for me. I worship a fourth watch God. One who tends to feel that it is good to let His children toil in rowing against the wind to face a little opposition. My problem is that I am a first watch person. Now there is something inside of me that understands that it is good for me to toil in rowing against the wind. But certainly by the second watch He would come. And when the second watch has passed and He still has not come. Sometimes I forget that as Mark says, He is watching. He watched them toiling and rowing.

We begin to assume that, number one, He is not there. That is why He’s not responding. And then we calm down and understand that He is there; He is always there. Then the second assumption is if He is there, He must not be listening. And then again, in calmer times —He always listens. Well then the third assumption is He must not care. No—He’s there, He listens, He cares. Maybe the most dangerous assumption, the fourth assumption is I must not be worthy. Now that fourth assumption we are probably correct on. But when has that ever stopped Him from responding; we are as worthy as we can be. We must assume that we have not yet reached the fourth watch; and He is a fourth watch God.
The scriptures are full of fourth watch stories.

We worship a fourth watch God. So when the trials aren’t over and the blessings don’t come, don’t assume that He is not there, or He is not listening, or He doesn’t care, or you’re not worthy. Always assume you have not yet reached the fourth watch. Now occasionally people have said to me, “I’m sure I’m past the fourth watch.” I was once talking with Sheri Dew and she said later, “Mike, I think I’m in the ninth watch—now what?”
My struggles as a teen.  Did the “open scriptures and point” method of getting answers: 
**D&C 122:7 And if thou shouldst be cast into the pit, or into the hands of murderers, and the sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the deep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to hedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.

Tight like a Dish. Now that is an expression I think you all will understand—‘Tight like a dish.’ It’s the description of the Jaredite barges.

**Ether 2:9 “They were built after a manner that they were exceedingly tight, even that they would hold water like unto a dish”. “And the bottom thereof was tight like unto a dish. “And the sides thereof were tight like unto a dish. “And the ends thereof were peaked; and the top thereof was tight like unto a dish; and the length thereof was the length of a tree; and the door thereof, when it was shut, was tight like unto a dish”—“Tight like a dish” occurs five times.

We get the impression they are waterproof. It’s like taking a jar and sealing it and throwing it. These are not submarines; they float light like a fowl, we are told, on the water. But the problem is that great waves are going to be washing over them, and so they need to be waterproof. Now being ‘Tight like a dish’ causes two problems for the Jaredites’ crossing of the sea. It was probably Mrs. Moriancumer who pointed them out to her husband: “We can’t breathe in here, and we can’t see, so unless we are going to get the Promised Land in sixty seconds, we’ve got big problems. Did you get the instructions right?”

And so Moriancumer, the brother of Jared, goes back to the Lord, and he presents his two problems. Now you learn something about your Father in Heaven in the solution or the handling of these two problems. Of the two problems—no air and no light—the Lord solves one of them just because He is asked. He tells them to put the holes in so they can have air. And sometimes when we go to the Lord, we simply ask and we will receive. He tells us the solution. The second problem we have to seek and find; for the second problem the Lord says, “You come up with a solution.”

** Ether 2:24 Behold, ye shall be as a whale in the midst of the sea; for the mountain waves shall dash upon you. Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea; for the winds have gone forth out of my mouth, and also the rains and the floods have I sent
forth.

Now the reason they need ‘Tight like a dish’ ships is because there are going to be mountain waves. Now what causes mountain waves in the ocean?—wind and storm. And what did the
Lord just say the source of the winds were? “The winds have gone forth out of my mouth, and the rains and floods have I sent forth”—do you have a solution to the problem?
If I were the brother of Jared, I would have said, “Lord, we don’t need these ‘Tight like a dish’ ships at all. Since waves are the problem, and waves are caused by wind, and wind comes out of your mouth—blow softly. Blow softly. Breeze us to the Promised Land. We’ll sit on deck, we’ll fish, we’ll get tanned, we’ll play shuffleboard.” How many here want the first watch cruise version of life?—that’s me; I’m a first watch person. I don’t like mountain waves.

And then the great lesson: We know God can still the storms of our lives—we know that; there are precedents. But he prefers to do something else: Behold, I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea, and the winds which have gone forth, and the floods which shall come. What will ye that I should prepare for you that ye may have light when ye are swallowed up in the depths of the sea? (Ether 2:25)

What we need to understand about our Father in Heaven is that He prefers to prepare us to face the storms of life, the contrary winds, rather than to still them. Somewhere in the past of your life, experiences have been placed by a wise and foresighted Father in Heaven to prepare you to face the very things that you are facing. As the lion and the bear came to David, before Goliath, to prepare him to face Goliath, so will lion-and bear moments come in your lives before the Goliath moments come. Because if your ship was not tight like a dish and you have reached the fourth watch, He will come to you and still the storm. So if the storm is not still, we must assume our ship is tight like a dish.
** 1 Samuel 17:34  And David said unto Saul, Thy servant kept his father's sheep, and there came a lion, and a bear, and took a lamb out of the flock:
35  and I went out after him, and smote him, and delivered it out of his mouth: and when he arose against me, I caught him by his beard, and smote him, and slew him.
36  Thy servant slew both the lion and the bear: and this uncircumcised Philistine shall be as one of them, seeing he hath defied the armies of the living God.
Sometimes we don’t understand the Lord’s answers because the answers that we are getting may not be the ones we particularly want.

We will Grow
Roger Sorensen  (who was in charge of the Hill Cummorah Pageant)  BYU Devotional July 29, 2008
Evidences of the heart

Seats at Hill Cummorah Pageant.  8000 chairs set up for 11 days.  After chairs removed, the grass in the aisles is so tramped down, it looks dead.  The field is a modified checkerboard of long green grass where the chairs have been sitting and ten foot wide grass is either tramped down and seemingly dead (in dry years) or a muddy bog in wet years. It grows back stronger every year.  Service and sacrifice (especially when performed in the arms of adversity) strengthen our souls and soften our hearts. The grass in the aisle is so distinct that they can almost set up the chairs.  The grass in the aisle is hardier and darker than the grass where the chairs sit.
We may never know in this life why we face what we do, but we can feel confident that we can grow from the experience.  Has this been your experience?
Each of us will face adversity no matter where we are. We are taught in the scriptures that there “must needs be . . . an opposition in all things.”1 We will each face times of difficulty, and the question is not when we will face them but how we face them.
Our Heavenly Father, who loves us completely and perfectly, permits us to have experiences that will allow us to develop the traits and attributes we need to become more and more Christlike.
**Hugh B. Brown: If we banish hardship we banish hardihood; out of the same door with calamity walk courage, fortitude, triumphant faith, and sacrificial love. If we abolish the cross in the world, we make impossible the Christ in man.

**Hugh B Brown: Such is the experience of mortality—a series of mountains with intervening valleys. Some come into this world seriously handicapped and, it would appear, scarcely able to cope with life’s vicissitudes. But let us remember that when we handicap a competitor in any event by giving others an advantage, we acknowledge his superiority. Nature’s handicaps are often compliments. Struggle and strength travel together. What must appear to some as failure can be to another the very motivation necessary to develop a needed virtue. “Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.” One man’s disillusion may be another’s inspiration. The same exposure to pain, misery, and sorrow that coarsens the mind and calluses the soul of one may give to another a power of compassionate understanding and humility without which mere achievement remains primitive.
**I walked a mile with pleasure, she chattered all the way;
Leaving me none the wiser, with all she had to say.
And I walked a mile with sorrow, never a word said she;
But oh the things I learned from her, when sorrow walked with me.
Robert Browning Hamilton
Kim (after her last blessing): Don’t you just want the blessing that says, “Everything is going to be fine” and not the blessing that says, “Your shoulders will be strengthened so you can withstand the trials.”

What things can help us face our own trials?

Attitude
“Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional. We cannot avoid pain, but we can avoid joy.” Tim Hansel
“Man is that he might have joy”.   – Joy is a CHOICE!  Cindy Stettler
Attitude: When LeGrand Richards was 96, he went out and bought two new suits.  He said, “I’m shooting for 100.”  Well, he didn’t make it too 100. He became very will.  The doctors told him they would have to remove a leg to get rid of all the infection.  When people came to visit him, he would cheer them up.  “I love life so much, for the Lord to get me out of this life, He had to take me one piece at a time.  I’m glad he started with that end.”  Sometime later a friend asked, “How are you feeling?”  He smiled and answered, “Well, frankly, I feel like I’m on my last leg.”  (told by Scott Anderson)

Peter was a car accident victim whose gas tank ended up in his lap.  His burns were so severe, they thought he was dead and pushed him aisde.  Finally, they realized he was still alive.  He was in the hospital for four months, still struggling to live.  He was in terrible pain.   He was badly burned.  He had no nose, just the bony top part.  He had no lips, just his teeth coming out.  He had no ears, just holes in the side of his head.  I don’t say this to be gross, but it was the fact.  He looked so bad, nurses would have to leave the room to get their composure before they could go back to care for him.   Scar tissue covered his eyes.  He asked that it be removed first so he could tell if he could see.  One night he pulled the bandages from his eyes and pulled the bedpan up so he could see himself in the reflection.  He looked at himself in the bedpan that night and saw himself for the first time since the accident.  He started crying.  A nurse heard him crying and thought he was in pain.  She came in to see the scene.  He looked at her and said, “I can see!  I am so grateful I can see.”

Prayer Third, when we face our challenges, we must seek greater help from God. Even the Savior of us all found a need to pray “more earnestly” as He was in the Garden of Gethsemane.5 We can learn to gain great faith if we do this. We must remember that often the answers from our Heavenly Father do not remove the trial from us, but instead He helps strengthen us as we pass through the experience. As He did for the followers of Alma, the Lord can “ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs.”6 In our trials, let us not become bitter or uncommitted, but let us follow the Savior’s example of becoming more earnest, more sincere, and more faithful.
Service I think we become more compassionate as we suffer pain.
In our last general conference, our beloved prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, stated: “I believe the Savior is telling us that unless we lose ourselves in service to others, there is little purpose to our own lives.
Testimony gives us the eternal perspective necessary to see past the trials or challenges we will inevitably face.

Remember what Heber C. Kimball prophesied:
“The time will come when no man nor woman will be able to endure on borrowed light. Each will have to be guided by the light within himself. …
“… If you don’t have it you will not stand; therefore seek for the testimony of Jesus and cleave to it, that when the trying time comes you may not stumble and fall.” 15
Patience
John Groberg: Some say, “But it has been years. We have fasted and prayed so long and so hard. What does the Lord expect?”
There may be many answers. I give only one. That is: He expects more, and it will be for your eternal benefit and blessing. That I know. As we begin to comprehend eternity, we gain a whole new catalog of values.
“Seek not to counsel the Lord, but to take counsel from his hand. For behold, ye yourselves know that he counseleth in wisdom, and in justice, and in great mercy, over all his works.” (Jacob 4:8, 10.)
Faith  “Would you ever do something that would cause pain and bring tears to your children when they have done nothing wrong?” Of course you would! When mothers take young children to the doctor to receive immunizations, almost every child leaves the doctor’s office in tears. Why do you do that? Because you know that a small amount of pain now will protect them from possible pain and suffering in the future. Our Father in Heaven knows the end from the beginning. We need to follow the example of the Savior and trust in Him.
John Groberg On a small Pacific island an infant girl was born to a faithful family. They called her Felila. There was happiness and joy as this grateful spirit made her debut into mortal life, but soon there were problems. Her head was abnormally large. The doctors diagnosed it as hydrocephalus. The questions of brain damage, of normalcy, of other problems all raised their haunting heads. After much fasting and prayer the elders quorum president approached the branch president, who in turn talked with the district president, who after adequate checking came to me as the mission president to see if there were some additional help available.
The medical authorities were consulted, and it was determined that there was little if anything they could do locally. Letters were written, information was sent back and forth, x-rays were taken and analyzed. There was so much to do—so many questions to be answered, so many pieces to fit together. Finally after exasperatingly long delays, things began to fall into place. A family in Salt Lake agreed to accept full responsibility for the infant, even if it meant years of outpatient care; the doctors agreed on the possibility of her eventual recovery; the hospital accepted the case on a service basis; funds were raised for her air fare; some local travelers arranged their schedules to bring her right to the hospital. But there were other problems—visas, health certificates, reservations, passports.
All during these trying days the family, and the elders quorum, and even the whole branch continued to fast and pray. The time of departure of the infrequent airplane grew near.
One morning, amidst myriads of other pressing matters, I had the strong impression that I must take the time now and put forth the extra effort required to get everything done so she could go. I got on the overseas telephone. The consulate finally agreed to issue a visa; the airlines made a special reservation; the passport people agreed to waive the normal regulations; others gave that extra effort and cooperation; and soon all was in order.
Normally I would have sent someone to bring the family in to sign the final papers, but again I felt strongly impressed that I should personally go and see the branch president. I located him in the early afternoon near the school where he was teaching. He was standing alone outside as though he were waiting for me.
Excitedly I ran up to him: “Guess what? It’s all set. Miraculously everything has worked out and Felila can leave tomorrow. Please get word to the family immediately.”
His calm, penetrating gaze quelled my exuberance. “It’s true,” I said. “I know it’s been long and there have been lots of disappointments, but she really is going now. What’s the matter?”
His steady gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul. Then softly in his liquid native tongue he informed me that when all the preparations had been made, when the hearts of so many had been stretched in service, when the goal of unity and selflessness had been achieved in those many hearts, when all had made the final commitment of others above self, at the height of all this activity that very morning, little Felila had quietly and unobtrusively slipped away—gone to that better care which so many had fasted and prayed and worked so long and hard for her to receive.
Gone? This morning? But all that work, all that time, all that fasting and praying and those strong feelings. Gone? No!

Without once shifting his gaze, he, having more faith than I, offered a few words of truth and encouragement, then quietly turned and rejoined his class.

And I was left alone, or so it seemed. I moved slowly and heavily down that dusty trail. Why? Why? After all that work and that strong faith of so many and those impressions, why?
I sensed the brightness of the sun and felt the warmth of the breeze as it lazily tossed the palm leaves and slowly shifted the silent clouds against the clear blue sky. A feeling came over me. I realized that the earth was beautiful, that life went on and was eternal. And while I cannot describe fully what happened next, part of the experience is proper to relate. The best explanation is contained in the phrase, “I was overcome by the Spirit.” It was as though one took me by the hand and led me to a high place and stood by me and said, “Look.” And I looked and beheld such beauty and magnificence as man cannot conceive. And I heard a voice, such a tender, compassionate voice—yet so unmistakably powerful—that all nature stood still and listened and obeyed.

“Come home, Felila, my daughter. Come home to the care your loved ones have sought for you. I have heard their prayers and have known their fasting and love for you, and I answer, Come home, my daughter. You have finished your mission in life. Hearts have been softened; souls have been stretched; faith has been increased. Come home now, Felila.”

He knew her! He knew her name. He knew all about her and about all those others. How perfect our Father’s love! He had heard the prayers. He had done what was best. He knew everything—which thing, though I believed, I never had supposed. In some marvelous way, which is beyond our mortal comprehension, he knows and understands all things.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Word clouds?


I tried my own word cloud (using words from a recent blog). Thanks to my sister-in-law, Lori, for the idea!  A word cloud takes a bunch of words and creates a picture out of them.  Words that are used more are bigger.  I thought it looked like a "tasty" set of words.

Its at http://www.wordle.net/ if you want to try it  yourself.

Its too bad we don't have word clouds for our thoughts, so we can easily see what we are focusing on, what we are telling ourselves.


In our enrichment meeting last month, a psychologist  in our ward (Bruce) talked about self-esteem.  He said that our self-talk is so important to our self-esteem.

Bruce asked us to write down the attributes we have inherited from our Heavenly parents.  Take a minute to do it!  It is interesting.

Then he said, "Compare our knowledge of our Godly attributes to how the world would evaluate us."  Everything in the world is about COMPARISON.  Such comparisons tend to make us insecure.

He said that in order to deal with insecurity, we should
a. pray and ask to see ourselves as God sees us AND to be able to see others as God sees them.
b. Read our Patriarchical blessings
c. Listen to uplifting music

He talked about the seeds of deity that are in each of us - essential characteristics.  He said, we can't really lose those characteristics.

We should focus on our Godly attributes.

 Lorenzo Snow (1814-1901) -
 I believe that men and women have the image of God given them-are formed after the image of God, and possess deity in their nature and character, and that their spiritual organization possesses the qualities and properties of God, and that there is the principle of God in every individual.


We read Ether 12:27 where it talks of weakness being a gift: I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.

And also 2 Corinthians 12:9  And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Bruce asked the question, "If weakness is a gift, is it a sin?"  He later commented, "We can continue to have weakness and still become perfect in God."

He made an interesting comment.  He said, "We need to learn to nurture ourselves."  As you are criticizing yourself, listen to yourself as a friend would and tell yourself the nurturing words a friend would say.

We end up incorporating things into ourselves that have been said to us.  They may occlude the diamond that is there.  We start on a path of believing in a false self.  Our self-esteem is often on a roller coaster - depending on how  we did at the moment.

Turn your nurturing voice on yourself.  Be willing to give yourself a new day.  Ask yourself, "What did I do well?  What is it about me that allows me to do that thing well?"  There is a difference between boasting and noting things that are true.  The latter gives us the power to use our talents.

Are you being fair with yourself?  When you get caught up with comparisons, listen to the voices inside your head.  Once you hear what you are saying, write them down. Analyze them, "Is it true?"  See yourself in the role of a mother or friend.  Imagine you are talking to someone else - that they are saying the things you are saying. What would you say to them?

Control the ANTs:  Automatic, Negative, Thoughts.

Remember that people who are full of themselves are ALWAYS tortured souls.  Insecurity lies at the base.  Those who are truly self-confident have no need to tell you!