Sunday, October 27, 2019

Growing Dinosaurs

"Close, but no cigar." Do you know where that phrase originated? Its from the 1900's when fairground stalls gave out cigars as prizes. (What a prize!) So when attempting to win the game and failing, the facilitator would reply, "Close, but no cigar!" Interesting. The same happened for Dan this weekend. He raced Saturday, well I might add. Rushed to catch a flight home only to find his flight had been delayed. Each age category is allotted slots to the World Championships each year. To accept this medal you have to be present at the awards ceremony, AND pay the registration fee to the Championship race upon receiving the invitation. It's highly covetable. Guys you come in 8th. 9th, or 10th come to the awards ceremony hoping that the finishers before them miss the announcement and that the invitation rolls down to them. In Dan's case, he wasn't at the meeting, and the man who got the final slot finished AFTER Dan. It's crazy! So proud of that guy! And he's been so chill about missing the opportunity. It's been one of his goals to qualify for the race, preferably before he turns 40 as he'll enter a new age bracket...

Anyway, a world championship race isn't the pinnacle to his career, nor is it the reason to race. I love that it's the incremental improvement that moves us along.

Abe has been taking family search lessons from Mary, who learned from grandpa. He just finished preparing his first 4 names to take to the temple in January. Has anyone started using Puzilla? It is a companion search engine to Family Search. It has been so helpful in finding names to use as a starting point.

It is the middle of a Hindu festival today, the 4th of 5 days in Dipavalli. Yesterday, Maeser's best friend invited us over for Diwali. It's a good thing it was right after church so we came in church clothes, their whole family was dressed in their best clothes, almost like a wedding. The big holiday also means there is no school today, the house seems full with so many kids rushing to finish work and play with friends.

All of the children, minus Mary, participated in the primary program yesterday. I can't believe it was Abe's last one! He gave a great mini talk for his part.

The last photo is of Moses helping "grow dinosaurs". (Making his Halloween costume.)




Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Fall Break

After a long day of errands, Moses and I were walking to school to pick up Scout. "Mom, my tummy is tired. And my legs are tied. And my mouth is tired... and my head is tired."


That same day after retrieving Scout, I watched as she had conversations or called to friends all up and down the hall. She's not shy of boys, or anyone for that matter.
“Hi, George! Meow!”
“Mom, that’s my friend from school.”
“Hi! I’m a kindergartener.”

Last week was fall break. With no school or play practice Mary didn't know what to do with herself. We made a quick overnight trip to visit the temple and deliver some things to Bonita. All of the sessions at the temple were full- in Manila, you come to the temple early in the morning, reserve a spot for a later session and then return 30 minutes before the session to have a seat. No wonder the Philippines need more temples! I tried to get in on Wednesday evening and then again on Thursday morning. So we did baptisms and initiators instead. All of the work was done for names that Mary had prepared. I also got to be a witness for the baptistry, which was amazing because the temple was so busy there would have been no brethren to witness. So Mary was able to do work too because of the recent changes. I'm so thankful for revelation! For opportunities to serve, and for a temple so close by. 

It was also great to travel with an independent being! The flight was a breeze, Mary and I read books the whole way! Dinner was delicious because we didn't have to find something to suit picky eaters. Mary ordered mushroom soup and briyani rice- both excellent not child-friendly choices. :)

Sunday was a delight... but maybe a little overbearing for our ward as was Derrick conducting Sacrament meeting, Caelyn leading the music, Zerah passing the sacrament meeting, BOTH families giving the musical number, me speaking and Dan teaching Gospel Doctrine. Whew!

All is well. God is good. 

Don't touch hot pans.

Watering the plants in the rain.

Making Halloween Costumes

Shopping at the Singaporean Costco!

Tiny collectors.

Free Cookies at Subway from our friend Annabelle.

Listening to General Conference

Scout and Moses making a movie.





I finally had to give that talk, I'll post it below. The arrangement was that I'd never be given the assignment to speak, unless someone fell through. So, if I'd prepare a talk on the Atonement of Christ and just have it ready that would be great.  :)

Good morning!

Hannah, we all get nervous. But I’m glad you shared such a great talk about keeping the Sabbath day holy. It isn’t an easy thing to do for everyone. And not everyone loves the Sabbath as much as you do. In fact, this morning as Dan said “Let’s go! Everyone in the car!” Moses yelled “Yay!” And Scout replied, “Moses, don’t be excited, it’s nothing fun. It’s. just. church.”

I hope she will enjoy the Sabbath differently one day.

I’m happy to speak today, and know that any discomfort on my part will be enjoyed (or endured) by my friends.

As you know, I am a mother to five children. A significant portion of my time is spent taking the sticky backs off bandaids and air kissing injuries. 

During the children’s play, it’s not uncommon to hear someone cry as if an arm or leg has been detached. Their pain is real and the anguish is loud. But the moment I kiss the injured limb all is forgotten. Whether the injuries are self-inflicted, or otherwise, the smallest children are quick to seek help and comfort. 

If it is an “otherwise” moment, I have often received the injured child with a second child trailing behind, yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Pain can be more than physical and experienced through misery or guilt. In our home, Dan and I are responsible for clearly teaching the difference between right and wrong. We’ve even been seen as the source of discomfort as we let our children experience the consequences of their actions. 

Just like children, we will find ourselves seeking comfort. 

As my children have shown me, small children are quick to seek comfort and ask for help. Sometimes a hug or kiss can make everything better. Other times all the child needs is for someone to acknowledge their feelings.

Why aren’t we as quick to seek comfort and ask for help when we feel like we have lost control of a situation or find pain too hard to bear? 

I learned this 10 years ago, when I was pregnant with our first son. Dan offered to help his brother Derrick move, and would be gone 3 days. Our baby wasn’t due for weeks, I felt no reason to ask Dan to stay and he left. As the day progressed, so did the baby. I was certain I didn’t need the help of a doctor or need to go to the hospital. Many women are afraid to go to the hospital during early labor, it can be emotionally hard to arrive and find you are still hours or days away from birth. I began to feel the same. 

That night, as I was feeding Mary, my mother stopped by and found me unable to walk between the stove and kitchen table. With wisdom and experience, she recognized my pain, she knew how to help me. She picked up my small daughter, helped me to the car and drove me to the hospital. 

Sometimes we might find ourselves in the same situation. Avoiding the physician who can offer relief and help. Aren’t we all sick? Christ taught, “They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick…” (Mark 2:17) 

Alma taught that Christ would “suffer pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind.” Why? “That his bowels may be filled with mercy, … that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.” Like my mother, Christ recognizes our pain. He knows what kind of healing is necessary. Sometimes, like children, we are quick to find Him and other times we are not. 

Second,  comfort comes through repentance. 

Are you familiar with the term, Pyrrhic Victory?  Victory by itself is grand, and worth pursuing. The term “Pyrrhic Victory” comes from a battle between King Pyrrhus and the Romans in 280 BC. King Pyrrhus won the battle against the Romans but his army was so depleted that he said, “If we are victorious in one more battle with the Romans, we shall be utterly ruined.” The battle took such a heavy toll, its victory negated any true sense of achievement. A wise general would realize that winning the battle at such a high cost would mean losing the war. And in those days, losing the war meant that your entire population was either killed or enslaved. 

Perhaps there is a lesson here for us as well. What price do we pay for a “pyrrhic victory”? 

If we are slow to repent, we ultimately lose. We are distancing ourselves from Christ, we are inflicting our own misery. We are enslaving ourselves to the hatred and pain that comes by letting our pride be victorious. Unlike small children, we might be hesitant to say sorry or repent, we might feel shame in admitting our mistakes. We have to change that mindset, recognizing right and wrong and forsake that which gave us a “Pyrrhic Victory”. Of repentance, President Nelson taught: “True repentance is not an event. It is a never-ending privilege. It is fundamental to progression and having peace of mind, comfort, and joy.” 

Agency means God, even as a loving father, cannot remove the consequences to our actions when they cause us pain or even harm. Even to the extent that we don’t progress and separate ourselves from Him eternally.


Last, Pain can be more than physical and experienced through misery or guilt.

Our mortality begins in an imperfect world and from birth our bodies begin to age, inevitably advancing towards physical death. Unlike a 1st class ticket, our comfort is not a priority. We will experience discomfort in many forms: physical, emotional, anger, sadness, shame, depression, ignorance and even loneliness. 

There is also pain when we sin, misery and guilt are tortuous.

An example of this very principle can be found in the Book of Mormon.

Alma understood the responsibility to teach his son correct principles, and despite that, Alma the Younger rebelled and openly tried to destroy the church and his Father's work. When his son was brought home after the angel's visit, Alma was joyful! He had been praying for his son to experience a change of heart and repent. You might say, he prayed for his son’s miserable encounter. For 3 days, Alma continued to pray while his son was unconscious.  His son later wrote of this time, “I was tormented” by my actions and suffered greatly until finally repenting. 

As parent, teacher or friend, it is difficult to see another in turmoil or discomfort, and we may try to shorten or remove the hard circumstances. But speaking of his own hard circumstances, Elder Christofferson said, “Though I suffered, as I look back now, I am grateful that there was not a quick solution... The fact that I was forced to turn to God for help… taught me… how to pray and get answers to prayer and taught me in a very practical way to have faith in God. I came to know my Savior…”

There are many times we would ask God to remove our difficulties (or consequences) but that would deprive us of drawing closer to Him. When Alma the younger woke, his father was there to comfort and rejoice with his son. I so want for my children what Elder Christofferson experienced.

Closing and testimony.

God is our Father and is teaching us as His children. Putting us in a real world with real consequences. As my mother drove, I texted Daniel to let him know I was on the way to the hospital and that his 1st son might be coming that night. Dan, with foresight, had purchased a one-way ticket from the only major airport between the two states that morning before leaving. As he was carefully calculating the driving time and flight departure, I remember thinking his purchase was foolish. It wasn’t, it was miraculous. There are tender mercies that come from seeking out the Savior and drawing near unto Him, for He “will draw near unto you.”

I am a daughter of God. Understanding this simple truth makes me just like one of my small children. When I am hurt, offended, discouraged, have made a poor choice or am just striving to be incrementally better… I understand that God has a vested interested in my well being. That Christ is there to comfort me, bandage wounds or even just air kiss my grievances as I learn to navigate life’s experiences and draw closer to Him.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. 

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Sparkles and Hogs

I love conference weekend, I mean week. The break from school also sets a different pace in our routine- Mary just got back from a run with Dan, Abe is still asleep, boardgames ran until 9pm and there was cereal for breakfast.

Incase you miss our daily presence, our highly intellectual dinner conversations bounce between nuclear reactions, particles and positrons(Abe), halloween costumes (Maeser) and how school could be improved if Unicorns were part of the staff (Scout). 
The highlight of Mary's week was ice blocking for YW's: "It's sledding in the summer!"
With school out for Scout, she fell back into old routines playing with Moses and running errands with me. She fell asleep on her hand on the way to the Singaporean "Costco" and enthusiastically yelled, "Mom! There are sparkles in my fingers!" 
We also hit the zoo. Deep thoughts from Moses, "Mom, are hog and hedgehog the same?" 

Monday, October 7, 2019

Highlights and small conversations.

"Moses, please come for scriptures."
"No, thanks!"

School lunch with Mary and Abe is like eating at an international fair. One of us had subway, the other sushi, and the third black bean burritos.

2 days of classes in print design. 

Moses, "Mom, are you the boss of dad?" "No."
"Is dad the boss of you." "Not really." 
"So that means Imelda is in charge?"

Excited for General Conference this week- the advantage to having a rebroadcast is we get to watch it all week instead of packing 10 hours in to 2 days.

Dan's back was spastic and on the verge of relapsing but he's done a great job trying to reverse the spasm. I'm thankful to think he may have found a solution- he's introduced stretching into his routine and it really seems to be helping. 

Dan went for a run today around McRitchie and got turned around by a wild pig who wouldn't yield the path.


Saturday, October 5, 2019

Our week in pictures.


Mary passed the awkward photo phase.


Crowding around the air filter.


Taking selfies to send daddy at work.


Abe lining up his batches.


Post-museum drive home.


Abe, when not performing.