Monday, May 1, 2017

Word on the Street

It's a rainy day and this post is late. One of those still and quiet mornings. I'm going to workout and make 50 apple pies (think tarts) and then have pie for lunch. Sounds like the perfect day, right?

5 weeks left of school. Derrick and Julie are finally here. 



Update on the kids, their personalities shine through:
Most frequent phrases from each of the (speaking) children:

Scout:
Will you dance with me?
Can I turn some music on?
Will you play puzzles with me?
Will you read a book to me?
I want someone to play with.
I want to listen to "Praise to the Man."
No. I don't want shorts. I want a boo-tiful dress.
I'm not a ____, I'm just Scout. (early bird, girl, ...)
No potty jokes!

Maeser:
I need you to come wwwiiiipe me!
Can we go swimming today?
Mom, what time is it? Does that mean Abe will be home soon?
What day is it?
I just said a prayer and .... (He uses it like an ATM.)
After his coach handed him his first team jersey, "Mom, we're champions!"

Abraham:
If I get my work done can I play Kerbal Space Program?
When I'm finished can I play Pokemon?
If I'm really fast can I use the iPad?
10pm. Why are you still awake? I'm reading.


Mary:
Mom, is there anything I can do to help you?
I'll do it!
Can I make breakfast?
Can I make the bread?
Can I make lunch for everyone?
I'm going to turn all this garbage into a Peace Machine that blasts lasers at terrorists. (Not really, but she can build just about anything from an egg carton and candy wrapper.)





Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday April 23, 2017

I'll be honest, I spent any free time this week preparing a talk, and a Sunday School lesson, a primary lesson and a VT message. It was like finals week. My talk, a couple quotes from the kids and photos...

Maeser: After his coach handed him his first team jersey, "Mom, we're champions!"

Scout: "No potty jokes!"





“Then Jesus Beholding Him Loved Him”- Elder S. Mark Palmer

Several years ago, I began training for a race on The Great Wall in Beijing. It was something that sounded exciting, exotic, and difficult. I trained hard in preparation. Knowing that the entire race would be on the wall, I began running stairs. I ran stairs for months, and if Dan was traveling I ran the 2 flights of stairs in our home after the children went to bed.

On race day, I was so nervous I didn’t speak to anyone on the bus ride out. I was thrilled with the race, the hype, the pre-race jitters. The wall was huge, crumbling, steep, sometimes steps away from cliffs… and it was really hard. After 4 hours I was in good shape to win the shorter course, so I did. I finished.
I actually ran the race with friends. But you wouldn’t know it, I didn’t share any of my experience with them. I began waiting for my friends. The race officials wouldn’t let me back up on the wall after finishing. It was a long wait.

After the race, my friends talked about how beautiful the ancient wall had been. How they had talked to other runners from all over the world. They had stopped to take pictures with them and run sections of the race with them.

I had worked very hard in preparation and on the day of the event, but wasn’t happy with the result. In those few moments after the race ended my perspective on what was important about it had totally changed. Sure, I had beat everyone in getting to the finish line only to discover that no one, including myself, actually cared about that. I had missed out on much of the natural and historic splendor and missed sharing this great experience with my close friends. It was a lesson to me that I need to first have a clear and correct understanding, with proper perspective, before taking action.

Elder Palmer summarizes the story of a rich young man who was also doing all he thinks he can, and still has a desire to draw closer to the Savior.

“There came one running … and asked him, Good Master, what shall I do that I may inherit eternal life?
“And Jesus said unto him, …
“Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not, Honour thy father and mother.
“And he answered … , Master, all these have I observed from my youth.
“Then Jesus beholding him loved him, and said unto him, One thing thou lackest: go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up the cross, and follow me.”2

 “As [Elder Palmer] heard these words, a vivid image filled [his] mind of our Lord pausing and beholding this young man. Seeing his soul, recognizing his goodness and potential, and discerning his greatest need.”
Christ sees each of us. We are not invisible to him, as we may be to others hurrying about us. “He sees us as we really are and who we may become, not for what we are doing or not doing?”
For those of us who find that we pass through some of life’s experiences on our own, we might ask 2 questions:
·      “How can I “behold” others like the Savior?”  
·      “How can I be filled with Christ like love so I (or others) can feel the love of God through me and desire to change?”
From that passage, Elder Palmer said the Spirit taught him these truths:
1. As we learn to see others as the Lord sees them, rather than with our own eyes, our love for them will grow and so will our desire to help them. 
 “Then Jesus beholding him loved him”. Those words were given before any correction or invitation.
If we have a desire to draw closer to the Lord we must learn to see His Children as He does.  
·      A missionary may see an investigator as they may become. They see investigators being baptized, sealed with their families. They see them breaking bad habits, becoming better fathers, and eventually ready to teach and lift others.
·      A friend can see past a day when you are struggling and lift you until you can stand independently again.
·      A mother may see a small discouraged child and recognize that the misunderstandings of today will bring knowledge and empathy tomorrow.

This ability is a gift.
Elder Eyring shared a story two weeks ago:
I remember once a seven- or eight-year-old son of ours jumping on his bed hard enough that I thought it might break. I felt a flash of frustration, and I moved quickly to set my house in order. I grabbed my son by his little shoulders and lifted him up to where our eyes met. The Spirit put words into my mind. It seemed a quiet voice, but it pierced to my heart: “You are holding a great person.” I gently set him back on the bed and apologized.
Now he has become the great man the Holy Ghost let me see 40 years ago.
Someone once saw that potential in me. My Sunday School teacher in High School was a convert, an immigrant from Ghana, and former Olympic athlete. I am certain the day his family moved into our neighborhood he was called to be our Sunday School teacher.  He was huge and intimidating- I’m sure the bishop was hoping to instill some discipline.
Within weeks he was attending different school events for each of us. HS band concerts, tennis matches and track meets. The first comment he made to me was, “You could run faster.” I graduated and for the next three months he met me at the track at 6am each morning until he walked me into the BYU track office and told the Coach I should be on the team.
This was the first of many more opportunities to experience new things and grow. It taught me that our influence on others, even strangers, can extend for decades.
If we desire, We WILL see potential in others they likely do not see in themselves.
2. No teaching or learning will ever occur when done in frustration or anger, and hearts will not change where love is not present. 
Before correcting the young man, we read the simple words—Jesus loved him. He felt love and compassion for this young man. “Whether we act in our roles as parents, teachers, or leaders- true teaching will only happen in an atmosphere of trust rather than condemnation.”
In D&C 121 we are taught that the powers of heaven are inseparably connected with the priesthood. And that the heavens withdraw themselves when the Spirit is not present. We have all experienced that the natural disposition of man will not be the Lord’s way.  But we should learn to teach with “… persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned; by kindness, and pure knowledge… reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved…”
The Lord will treat us the same. Elder J. Devn Cornish said, “He will love and correct but never discourage us…”
3. Love should never be withdrawn when a child, friend, or family member fails to live up to our expectations. 
I agree with Elder Palmer when he said, “We don’t know what happened to the rich young man after he went away sorrowful, but I am confident Jesus still loved him perfectly even if he chose the easier path.”
That one word sorrowful really draws me in. As Elder Holland so eloquently taught: “Among the realities we face as children of God living in a fallen world is that some days are difficult, days when our faith and our fortitude are tested. These challenges may come from a lack in us, a lack in others, or just a lack in life, but whatever the reasons, we find they can rob us of songs we so much want to sing…”
This is sorrow. A desire and yet insufficient strength.
Elder Holland then asked “…What do we do in such times?” Among many suggestions he says, to “draw strength from the splendor of the music around us.”
Last November, I received a heartbreaking phone call from a family member to let me know about a decision he’d made that he assumed would cut himself off from the family. As we spoke, God gave me a glimpse of the love he had for this man. And my heart swelled. I cried because he incorrectly thought his decision would isolate him from everyone he loved. When you know someone is struggling it is a time for us to offer more comfort, more love and encouragement.
Loved ones will do things that will disappoint us but that’s not a reason to love them less, and is usually a terrible time to do so. We won’t be judged for their decisions but for how we react to them, and seeing them as Jesus does will help us treat them with love and not self-righteousness.
Elder Renlund said, “Let us fully mirror His love and love one another so openly and completely that no one feels abandoned, alone, or hopeless.” (Insert Elder Renlund’s talk from General Conference in its entirety HERE.)
4. Because He loves us, the Lord expects much of us. “Because of this love, Jesus asked even more of the young man, knowing what he really needed.” It is sad that the man left in sorrow. This need not be our story. “He entreated all to follow him… His way is the path that leads to happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come.” (The Living Christ)
If we are humble, we will welcome the Lord’s invitation to repent, to sacrifice, or to serve. “After all, an invitation to repent is also an invitation to receive the wonderful gift of forgiveness and peace. Therefore, “despise not … the chastening of the Lord, …for whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.” (Elder Palmer)
The gift to see others as the Lord does, is just that, a gift of the Spirit. And those gifts are given to those who desire to do His work. This desire will foster love and understanding. Giving a bit more of ourselves, offering to be molded by the Lord and willing to change may be the hardest task of all, for our natural self will resist.

I know our Savior lives and like the young man, I also have a desire to inherit eternal life. I know He loves me enough to ask me to give more. When you are asked to do something hard, think of the Lord beholding you, loving you, and inviting you to step up.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Quotes

Scout, "Oh, there's the bless yous!" (Tissue paper.)

"Everybody! I got new underwear on!" (Still potty training Scout.)

Maeser: "Mom, what's today?"
"Sunday."
"Mooommm! (Collapsing) I haaaate Sundays." 
... 5 minutes later he's still on the floor.

Sitting down to dinner late. Scout came round and kissed my elbow, "I wub you, mom."

And Scout learning to tie my shoes.





Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Grand Palace

Dan finally made it to the Grand Palace after living in Bangkok for 5.5 years and moving away for 2 more.

The ceremony was on Saturday.



Paying Respect.




Monks at the Grand Palace.



Mangos and Sticky Rice

I loved Elder Renlund's talk. And Elder Eyring's. I hope you get a chance to listen to them this weekend.

We ran to Bangkok for an overnight trip. When Dan travels he doesn't really make plans to have dinner with or meet up with others. It's usually all business and then back on the plane to get home. This weekend was different. I went along so I could meet with friends and Dan actually ran by the Wood's house to say "Hi." 

For two days I visited with refugee families that are STILL in Bangkok. I don't think some of them will ever leave, and they had to sacrifice an entire generation in their family to make their lives better than what they left behind. That is a huge sacrifice. No work, little or no material possessions, no school for children, very real hunger or malnutrition, no money for doctors or dentists- small maladies become serious, it is a very isolated and dreary life. In talking with the mothers, they cry and wish for something better, but they also know that life will be better for their children, and even better for their grandchildren so they quickly wipe the tears and try to smile and have hope. It is a hard life and families are separated, some by the travel, others because it is too difficult to keep children, husbands abandon wives and children and start new families (possibly with a local woman so visas can be acquired sooner).

I visited with the Casendos. The Thapas are still there. So is Mojgan and Peter John. I also saw K Lek and Nita, Chrissy, Nicole and Lily Berry. Do you remember her? She and the Bishop moved there in 2010 and it's been like a 7 year humanitarian mission- they just signed another 2 year contract. She is tutoring Veronica 22 hours a week to help her catch up from the school she missed when her family arrived. Veronica turns 18 Monday and will take the GED this fall. In order to take the GED she needs a passport, and to get a passport she needs to return to the Congo.

These women are brave. I don't think all of them chose to leave their homes and move, but that is the situation they find themselves in now. I spent the most time with Veronica. She is frank about her situation, she doesn't dwell on it. She knows she won't get the same opportunities as other YSAs and yet she is diligent about her studies and she attends her church meetings faithfully. I couldn't believe how much she had grown up in just the two years since I last saw her. She has dreams. Like the ones you read about in books. And she's going to chase them. I left feeling the same hope she expressed, I felt like I could do anything compared to what she was trying to accomplish in the next few years. I left feeling empowered. 

Add that to conference and the 20 pounds of mangos and sticky rice from Khun Lek... 
 
I've been stuck on this idea of desire for months. So much about our own progress begins with desire. It is something easily lost to complacency, and it is something I have felt grateful for. Desire can be used to motivate us to do good. To draw us closer to the Savior. To study diligently and daily. To seek after the Spirit and to help us look for the good in others. When I make the Lord a priority I find my desires are strengthened and more aligned with the work He needs me to do. 

We have just finished conference and so many of the talks focused on the Holy Ghost, recognising the Holy Ghost and acting on the promptings we receive. I know if we desire the companionship of the Spirit we will have it and we will learn to act quickly on that first prompting. (Read Elder Rasband's talk!)

A walk with Abe.


Oh Mercy.

Every one loves Mangos and Sticky Rice.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Museums, Mummies and Mausoleums

The highlight of the week was traveling without littles. Mary doesn't count, she is quite independent and after boarding any plane she sets herself up and I hardly see or hear from her. The flight back from London yielded an 8 hour nap for me and I woke to find Mary watching Harry Potter after a 6 hours of sleep. 



She makes a good traveling companion, with hours of meetings she had lots of time to keep busy. She planned all of Friday... 6am we were off to see platform 9 3/4 (probably the most disappointing moment of the trip, she really thought she could somehow spend a semester at Hogwarts), then the British Museum (she could have stayed for hours and I was relieved when she finally said, "What if we stay here for another hour and a half and then go to the Tower of London?"). Which we did, thanks for the recommendation Jeremiah. Following, we had high tea at Harrods and had a few minutes to shop.



The point of the trip was to vet organisations that help Syrian refugees by getting them the empty seats in top notch English programs (they focus on really educated professionals, so that as soon as they learn English they can get good jobs). On the way to one of the meetings, which was nearby the parliament, we stopped at Westminster for some sight seeing. But, if we had instead stopped there on the way back, rather than on the way to the meeting we would have been there about the same time as the attack. As it turned out we were a mile away and out of any danger. When we returned to our apartment we got the details. We'd been where there were police cars and helicopters and road/tube closures, but neither of us had access to the info on our phones. As the event unfolded, I felt a strong sense of gratitude and a realisation that Sarah had followed a prompting that morning as she called us off the train early. 

Often, we don't recognise divine intervention until after the fact. And even then, we may be too busy to notice. Our route was the same one that the driver took, and we walked it twice (to and from Westminster to the train), we passed the guard who lost his life (saw others taking photos with him) and even took photos ourselves along the same gate. It doesn't do much good to play the "what if" game. But I do think it is important to recognise promptings. 




Being curious. Don't stop.

Breakfast at Hyde Park

Matilda.


Back to reality, kids were up early and ready to eat at 5:30. Love that I'm a morning person.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

5pm, stitches and Indian Food

You know those days.... um, weeks that seem to fly by. This was one of them. This morning I looked at my watch and it was already 5pm! (Really? Saturday is already gone?)

Maybe your days are like that everyday, but it is almost disappointing.
It was a day of doubles:
2 doctors appointments, 2 house showings, 2 deliveries, 2 piano lessons, 2 naps... and the day is done.

Maeser put his foot through a window this evening, beyond the crash and glass it was fine, until 3 minutes later when he noticed he'd sliced his heel. Then it sounded like he was dying. What makes children so scared of blood? 

It was Sarah's birthday yesterday. We miss having them close by. When we got on the plane to go to New Zealand, Maeser had somehow gotten it in his mind that we were going to Violet's and began crying. He still thinks they are best friends.

And I can't wait for dinner. We were having a special family fast for a great-aunt and all I can think about is the Indian food I ordered for dinner. It's minutes away. I guess it's a blessing that the day passed so quickly. I'd better hop to it.

Post dinner note: It was such a long day... in some ways. I kept trying to keep busy and think of Aunt Denna, but I had been thinking about food since noon when I fed the children. And they kept asking for snacks and I kept putting them off. We all enjoyed the indian food. Heartily. And I'm feeling so thankful for our health.

On a more appropriate note, I am thankful for the principle of prayer and fasting. Last Sunday we fasted as a family, we missed the 1st Sunday of the month while traveling. I asked Abe what he was fasting for and he said, "Dad, because I love him." And a few months ago it was, "Grandpa, so he won't get sick after playing with us." Kinda melts my heart.


A girl and her tunes.

 Science Fair at School.


Daddy brought home magformers... hours of fun.

Shell Alternative Green Energy Fair... awesome.

Our Mishaps today. Ru and Maeser's foot through the window.




Sunday, March 12, 2017

New Zealand and Dengue


I never got around to writing on Monday, or Tuesday... or Wednesday through Saturday. And how quickly the week has passed. Ugg.
But I'd rather like to remember a few things from the week, and the week prior. Not in any order:
Dan's race in New Zealand last week was incredible. He didn't pace/nourish himself well and he was exhausted with just 3 miles remaining. We sat at the finish line for more than an hour waiting for him to arrive. I'd been tracking his GPS, but he'd passed the final sensors and I knew he was somewhere along the last stretch. I kept telling the children I'd thought he'd gotten sick. So we began walking the course backwards watching so that if he was still racing we could cheer for him. After an 11 hour race, the last thing you want to do is miss the finish. I half expected to find him sitting on a curb somewhere, but he was running. Not fast, but moving. And he looked so sick. We cheered and then ran back to the finish line, where he crossed and then we didn't see him again for 2 hours. He was so sick the medics kept him under observation for 2 hours before releasing him. That's when we found out how bad it had gotten on the race. The swim was the worst in the last 17 years, Dan said it felt like a washing machine. Even with all the waves he swam well and fast. Then he had the bike, and the wind that churned up the lake gave him a good push out of town, but was a head wind the entire way back. By the time he got to the run he still felt ok and he looked like he was going to PR by more than 90 minutes. After 23 miles into the run he got sick. So so sick. It was so bad he actually called for someone to grab the medic van. He climbed in and said I'm out. The medic looked at him and said "You're crazy. This course is open for another 6 hours, you could crawl to the finish line." And then he didn't go anywhere. Eventually Dan crawled back out of the van, was sick again and then began shuffling down the course. He finished. It was ugly, but he still PR'd. 
The first photo is about 8 miles into the run. (Still looking strong.) The second is at the finish, so so sick. 


 

I've thought a lot about it this week. Sometimes, no matter what preparation or how dedicated we are, we can't get the results that we wanted. But that doesn't mean it wasn't worth it. (Dan may disagree, he is disappointed with his performance and that he let himself get so sick. And at the moment doesn't have the desire to run another triathlon.) But I feel like the preparation was far more important than the race. Won't God feel the same way? If we have done all we can, and done our best, then that will be good enough. Elder Cornish shared a quote from President Gordon B. Hinckley last conference: "All the Lord expects of us it to try, but you have to really try!" Dan did. He trained hard, and was dedicated, he was putting in more hours than I would have liked towards this goal, we both had to sacrifice time for his training. He may have had higher expectations for the outcome, but that can wait for another time. 
Watching the race and having a picnic during the run.

Sometimes I think about the medic. Dan was actually dangerously depleted of salt and electrolytes. He probably needed an IV. I don't think the medic on the course was actually a qualified doctor, but a hired driver used to keep the course clear. Maybe he should have driven Dan back those last 3 miles. But I actually was thrilled that he told Dan he didn't want to drive him back. Sometimes we are so close to reaching our goals, or to the finish line, but are too exhausted to realise how close. And yeah, we would be disappointed looking back and realising it.  Last year Elder Renlund said, "As we try, persevere, and help others to do the same, we are true Latter-day Saints. As we change, we will find that God indeed cares a lot more about who we are and about who we are becoming than about who we once were." Maybe sometimes we're the one encouraging others to keep going, and other times we're the one needing the encouragement. I guess I'm torn between the two scenarios and am glad he has recovered well, but I know he has had an opportunity to grow and improve over the last few months.



That was last week. We loved New Zealand and stayed in a small house on the lake where Dan was racing. We attended a ward in a small town on our drive back up to Auckland. After Sunday school, Dan asked the teacher about her name and we actually know her son and his wife from BYU. I love that the world seems small sometimes.

The day after we got back Dan headed to the US. Those are some long flights, but I think they are worth it. (Maybe not with children.) It's kind of fun seeing Dan on a mountain bike or up in the mountains, or wearing the same hoodie (he stole from Sam) all week.

Just after Dan left Maeser started a fever. Not unusual, but he has joint aches. This is symptomatic of Dengue, which can only be tested after someone has been sick for 2-5 days. The doctor said his test wasn't a strong negative, so he'll be tested again in 3 days. Basically he's got growing pains for another week. Poor kid.


Mary and Abe each had their first Rugby and Soccer games respectively. 



And Mary has learned how to make bread!


 Sweet little Moses.


 Uncle Derrick is visiting.