It seems like every time I call or visit with someone to catch up I end up saying, "So pretty much the same as last time..." There really aren't a lot of big or progressive things going on in my life right now. But that's ok, it's the small and simple that make the greatest difference, right?
So, for the most part, things are pretty much the same as they were months ago when I wrote the "5 years of updates," but there are a few things worth sharing! First of all, Gabe is now in Trimester 9 - our of 10! That's right! Less than 8 months until graduation! AND, less than 5 months until we move back home to Springfield! :O And we actually know now that we will be able to move home in May. At the end of last trimester, Gabe applied to some extra clinic opportunities hoping to guarantee that he would be finished with his required adjustments, new patients, etc. by the end of this trimester. He was accepted into LCC, one of the clinics that works with Logan University and does community outreach (aka - lots of patients). We were super excited and are very grateful. He's liking it pretty well so far. He goes every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday from 12-7, in addition to his regular clinic hours on campus Wednesdays from 12-4 and class every morning from 7:30-12. On top of which, he has a class on Saturday and Sunday for a couple weekends, as well as the occasional seminar. Ya, he's pretty busy right now. Thankfully, his time at LCC and his weekend class only last until mid February.
But for the meantime, his busy schedule has left mine feeling rather empty. But trust me, I'm not complaining. Since moving away from home after high school, I've come to realize more and more how introverted I actually am. So while I miss the extra time with my husband, I have no problem with the extra quiet time by myself at home. The only challenge is trying to make sure I'm still being productive and not a total bum...which I think I'm at least partially succeeding at. :) I spend Wednesdays babysitting and Thursdays at the temple. Other than that I'm trying to devote a lot more time to scripture reading, and just reading in general, as well as cooking a good dinner every night and keeping the house clean. And seeing as how I cook and clean like I do everything else in life - very "thoroughly"...ok, slowly - it fills my time up pretty well. Plus it also leaves my schedule open for phone calls, visiting teaching, preparing young women lessons, and spending time with friends. Oh! And I'm now trying to spend some time each week doing, or at least reading, family history. Anyway, it sounds kind of boring, but I like boring. :)
Our time here in St. Louis has gone by so quickly, it's crazy. We are SO excited to move back home and be closer to family (and farther from the city), but there are definitely some things about St. Louis that I'm going to miss. First of all, our ward. Seriously, our ward here is amazing. Before moving up here Dad gave each of us, myself and Gabe, a recorded Father's Blessing. In mine he talked about the ward that I would go to in St. Louis and how I would enjoy it and how it would bless my life and fill my cup each week. I can't even express how completely I have seen that fulfilled. I've served with the young women pretty much the entire time we've been here and I have absolutely loved it. I have come to know and love a lot of the women and families in our ward, but I have especially loved the relationships I've gained with the other young women leaders as we have worked and served together. Everything about it has been a blessing - I've learned so much, grown so much, been shown so much love and kindness, and had so much fun. Secondly, and I'm sure even more profoundly, I am going to miss serving in the temple each week as an ordinance worker. Words truly cannot express how my testimony of and love for the temple has grown over the past 2 1/2 years through serving as an ordinance worker. The temple is everything. It has given me so much strength and sustained me so completely to be there each week. I honestly can't even begin to imagine the void that I will feel not being able to come to the temple as often or to serve in the same capacity. But I am beyond grateful for the time and opportunities that I have had. Our time here in St. Louis really has been short, but it has changed who I am and impacted my life forever.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Brain Food
Shortly after moving up to St. Louis, I was called to serve as a Young Women Laurel's Adviser (basically I was asked to help with the youth at church on Sundays and Wednesday, specifically the 16-18 year old girls). It was more difficult than I anticipated in the beginning because I was new to the area - I didn't know anything about the girls or their families, and there were 15 of them to get to know! But despite the difficulties, and the times when it has been taxing and trying, I have really loved working with the youth and getting to know them and the other leaders.
One of the best and worst things about this calling, or assignment, is teaching lessons on Sunday. Some weeks I don't do enough to prepare, and I really feel myself lacking as I try to reach the girls. Other weeks I feel very guided in my preparation and get so excited to teach, and then the girls are chatty or silent or just not into it and everything seems to fall flat. But then there are those weeks that everything just goes exactly right - where I have felt the Spirit whisper to me during my preparations what to focus on and where I witness that moment for the girls when things just click. Though those "perfect" lessons, I admit, are more few and far between than they are common, they are the lessons that I hold onto, the lessons that touch me as much as they touch the girls I'm teaching.
A week and a half ago was one of those lessons. But first some back-story.
Back in August my cousin Kelli was visiting with her family and they ended up coming to church with us. Kelli has worked with the young women for a long time, and I was excited to have her sit in on my lesson. That almost deserves a blog post of its own. We talked about motherhood, and it was such a sweet experience for me to bear testimony of that sacred calling, and to have Kelli share her thoughts and feelings about it, as a mother of 7 young children. I know what kind of mother she is, and listening to her bear testimony made me want to be just like her someday. I am so grateful for all of the amazing examples of wonderful mothers I have in my life. It was also really neat for me to look out on my class, and envision each of those young girls as mothers - to know of their strengths and all the good that they have to offer children of their own.
But as much as that lesson touched me, I'm not completely certain how much it meant to the girls. At one point I showed a video clip and asked the girls their thoughts about it afterward. Silence. I'm pretty used to that reaction, so I just sat and waited. After a moment Kelli piped up, "Nothing?? You girls don't have ANYTHING to say?? Well I do!" Like I said, Kelli has worked with the young women for a long time, and in her experiences, it's more like she can't ever get the girls to STOP talking. She asked me after the lesson if my girls were always that quiet - for the most part, yes.
Fast forward a few weeks: I've been praying to know how to reach some specific girls in my class and I end up on the phone with Kelli asking for some recipe guidance for a breakfast I want to have with the girls. "Okay, I just have to ask you again, are your girls really always that quiet? Have you ever brought food for class?" Then she goes on to tell me about "brain food." When she was teaching lessons, every now and then she would bring in some goodies and a veggie tray and tell the girls that it is brain food, food to help them talk. So they are welcome to eat what they want, but that means they have to participate in the discussion. She said she always had a ton of success with it, and that it brought about some of her favorite teaching moments.
Remember those girls I was praying to know how to reach? Well they LOVE food - like, seriously, they're obsessed. So I decided to go with it for my lesson that Sunday. I made cookies and cut up a variety of vegetables, fruit, and some cheese. I'd been thinking about my lesson all month long and had a lot of good thoughts I wanted to talk about. Just before class, I set up the room with a table in the center for the food, with all of our chairs closely surrounding it so that they could easily eat their food during the lesson - also hoping that the closeness would help invite more discussion.
After opening exercises, the girls made it into the classroom before me. I walked in to comments of, "Is this food?!?" "This is the best. day. ever." and, "Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!" So I explained to them the caveat - that this food is brain food - and the response was, "Guys, we have to talk a lot so that this happens again!"
Well it worked! Even the girls who never say anything shared their thoughts that lesson. But it wasn't just the fact that they were talking more that I loved. It was what they were saying. I have never, or at least rarely, heard such sincere, thought-out, and heartfelt comments from them. They weren't just answering questions, they were sharing experiences and bearing testimony. And what was even more beautiful was the way I felt. Multiple times throughout the lesson I felt questions literally given to me to ask; it was almost tangible the way the Spirit was guiding MY thoughts and words to shape the lesson in such a way that would reach the hearts of the girls. I gained a personal witness of the truth of Doctrine and Covenants 84:85 and 100:6, "Neither take ye thought beforehand what ye shall say; but treasure up in your minds continually the words of life, and it shall be given you in the very hour that portion that shall be meted unto every man." "For it shall be given you in the very hour, yea, in the very moment, what ye shall say."
It was a lesson where I knew, that I was not the teacher, merely a conduit for the one who teaches all things, the Holy Ghost. By the end of the lesson I felt so humbled and grateful to have had the sacred opportunity to be a part of such a beautiful experience, to have felt so intimately the Holy Ghost leading and guiding my thoughts and words. Those are the lessons, and those are the moments, that make all the difficulties and frustrations worth it. Those are the times that I feel truly blessed to be a servant of the Lord.
One of the best and worst things about this calling, or assignment, is teaching lessons on Sunday. Some weeks I don't do enough to prepare, and I really feel myself lacking as I try to reach the girls. Other weeks I feel very guided in my preparation and get so excited to teach, and then the girls are chatty or silent or just not into it and everything seems to fall flat. But then there are those weeks that everything just goes exactly right - where I have felt the Spirit whisper to me during my preparations what to focus on and where I witness that moment for the girls when things just click. Though those "perfect" lessons, I admit, are more few and far between than they are common, they are the lessons that I hold onto, the lessons that touch me as much as they touch the girls I'm teaching.
A week and a half ago was one of those lessons. But first some back-story.
Back in August my cousin Kelli was visiting with her family and they ended up coming to church with us. Kelli has worked with the young women for a long time, and I was excited to have her sit in on my lesson. That almost deserves a blog post of its own. We talked about motherhood, and it was such a sweet experience for me to bear testimony of that sacred calling, and to have Kelli share her thoughts and feelings about it, as a mother of 7 young children. I know what kind of mother she is, and listening to her bear testimony made me want to be just like her someday. I am so grateful for all of the amazing examples of wonderful mothers I have in my life. It was also really neat for me to look out on my class, and envision each of those young girls as mothers - to know of their strengths and all the good that they have to offer children of their own.
But as much as that lesson touched me, I'm not completely certain how much it meant to the girls. At one point I showed a video clip and asked the girls their thoughts about it afterward. Silence. I'm pretty used to that reaction, so I just sat and waited. After a moment Kelli piped up, "Nothing?? You girls don't have ANYTHING to say?? Well I do!" Like I said, Kelli has worked with the young women for a long time, and in her experiences, it's more like she can't ever get the girls to STOP talking. She asked me after the lesson if my girls were always that quiet - for the most part, yes.
Fast forward a few weeks: I've been praying to know how to reach some specific girls in my class and I end up on the phone with Kelli asking for some recipe guidance for a breakfast I want to have with the girls. "Okay, I just have to ask you again, are your girls really always that quiet? Have you ever brought food for class?" Then she goes on to tell me about "brain food." When she was teaching lessons, every now and then she would bring in some goodies and a veggie tray and tell the girls that it is brain food, food to help them talk. So they are welcome to eat what they want, but that means they have to participate in the discussion. She said she always had a ton of success with it, and that it brought about some of her favorite teaching moments.
Remember those girls I was praying to know how to reach? Well they LOVE food - like, seriously, they're obsessed. So I decided to go with it for my lesson that Sunday. I made cookies and cut up a variety of vegetables, fruit, and some cheese. I'd been thinking about my lesson all month long and had a lot of good thoughts I wanted to talk about. Just before class, I set up the room with a table in the center for the food, with all of our chairs closely surrounding it so that they could easily eat their food during the lesson - also hoping that the closeness would help invite more discussion.
After opening exercises, the girls made it into the classroom before me. I walked in to comments of, "Is this food?!?" "This is the best. day. ever." and, "Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!" So I explained to them the caveat - that this food is brain food - and the response was, "Guys, we have to talk a lot so that this happens again!"
Well it worked! Even the girls who never say anything shared their thoughts that lesson. But it wasn't just the fact that they were talking more that I loved. It was what they were saying. I have never, or at least rarely, heard such sincere, thought-out, and heartfelt comments from them. They weren't just answering questions, they were sharing experiences and bearing testimony. And what was even more beautiful was the way I felt. Multiple times throughout the lesson I felt questions literally given to me to ask; it was almost tangible the way the Spirit was guiding MY thoughts and words to shape the lesson in such a way that would reach the hearts of the girls. I gained a personal witness of the truth of Doctrine and Covenants 84:85 and 100:6, "Neither take ye thought beforehand what ye shall say; but treasure up in your minds continually the words of life, and it shall be given you in the very hour that portion that shall be meted unto every man." "For it shall be given you in the very hour, yea, in the very moment, what ye shall say."
It was a lesson where I knew, that I was not the teacher, merely a conduit for the one who teaches all things, the Holy Ghost. By the end of the lesson I felt so humbled and grateful to have had the sacred opportunity to be a part of such a beautiful experience, to have felt so intimately the Holy Ghost leading and guiding my thoughts and words. Those are the lessons, and those are the moments, that make all the difficulties and frustrations worth it. Those are the times that I feel truly blessed to be a servant of the Lord.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
My Quarter of a Century
Last month was my birthday - and it was such an awesome day! Actually, it lasted more than just one day!
The day of my birthday, I went and had a birthday lunch with my favorite birthday buddy, Cathleen Grimm. We did a bit of shopping, got lunch, and just visited. I always enjoy days with Cathleen. By the time I got home, I had messages and voice mails from family and friends wishing me a happy birthday.
I skipped out on mutual that evening, and instead Gabe and I went to a free concert in Forest Park. The St. Louis Symphony was performing on the hill in front of the art museum. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that they were holding their free concert ON my birthday. I'd wanted to attend a concert since moving up to St. Louis, but could never justify the cost. The concert was so much fun. We packed a picnic dinner and sat on a blanket on the ground. They played classical music from a variety of composers, and had some more recent ones thrown in as well. They ended the concert with some of John Phillips Sousa and then fireworks over the pond.
The entire day just felt absolutely perfect and I enjoyed every minute of it.
The day of my birthday, I went and had a birthday lunch with my favorite birthday buddy, Cathleen Grimm. We did a bit of shopping, got lunch, and just visited. I always enjoy days with Cathleen. By the time I got home, I had messages and voice mails from family and friends wishing me a happy birthday.
I skipped out on mutual that evening, and instead Gabe and I went to a free concert in Forest Park. The St. Louis Symphony was performing on the hill in front of the art museum. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that they were holding their free concert ON my birthday. I'd wanted to attend a concert since moving up to St. Louis, but could never justify the cost. The concert was so much fun. We packed a picnic dinner and sat on a blanket on the ground. They played classical music from a variety of composers, and had some more recent ones thrown in as well. They ended the concert with some of John Phillips Sousa and then fireworks over the pond.
The entire day just felt absolutely perfect and I enjoyed every minute of it.
Monday, July 18, 2016
I Love to See the Temple - How Speaking in Sacrament Meeting Blessed Me Personally
It was Saturday night before giving my talk on temples. I had been thinking about it constantly, and writing down pertinent thoughts, scriptures, and quotes for the past week and a half, but I hadn't yet taken the time to organize any of those notes into a coherent talk. Since I'd had a busy week, my plan had been to begin writing it that day, but time had gotten away from me, and I decided that since church wasn't until 1:00 the next day and I already had the majority of the substance for my talk, I would just wait until morning.
As I was thinking about it and making the decision, I briefly had the thought that I should text Joseph and ask if he had anything to share about the influence of the temple in his life. Not only did he have some wonderful remarks that I was able to use in my talk the next day, but it provided the opportunity for us to catch up about our lives and connect spiritually as we shared our testimonies of the temple with one another. I was so grateful for that whispered prompting to text him and that I had taken the time to follow it. What a wonderful conversation I would have missed out on if I had ignored it. I was so grateful for the opportunity that speaking in Sacrament Meeting had created for me to connect with my brother that I love so much. Because we are so close in age, we have always been good friends, but getting married and living so far apart has kept us from having those treasured conversations as often as we used to. I love the opportunities that living the Gospel and listening to the Spirit create in our lives!
After giving my talk, I was feeling very negative. I do not generally open up and share things about my personal life very well, and so I felt like I had "over-shared" about mine and Gabe's struggles having children. That silly feeling was overshadowing everything else for me. As people came up to me after Sacrament Meeting to say thank you for my talk, or good job, I accepted their remarks kindly, but inwardly felt they were not deserved or true. As I sat down for Sunday School, I knew I was being ridiculous and almost thought to pray that the Lord would let me know if He approved so that the negative feelings clouding my thoughts would dissipate. But I didn't, because I decided I should just get over it on my own. Despite my lack of faith and choosing not to take the time to pray about it, the Lord knew that prayer within me, and He answered it with love.
As Sunday School ended I pulled out my phone, and realized I had a new text message from a phone number I didn't recognize. It read:
As I was thinking about it and making the decision, I briefly had the thought that I should text Joseph and ask if he had anything to share about the influence of the temple in his life. Not only did he have some wonderful remarks that I was able to use in my talk the next day, but it provided the opportunity for us to catch up about our lives and connect spiritually as we shared our testimonies of the temple with one another. I was so grateful for that whispered prompting to text him and that I had taken the time to follow it. What a wonderful conversation I would have missed out on if I had ignored it. I was so grateful for the opportunity that speaking in Sacrament Meeting had created for me to connect with my brother that I love so much. Because we are so close in age, we have always been good friends, but getting married and living so far apart has kept us from having those treasured conversations as often as we used to. I love the opportunities that living the Gospel and listening to the Spirit create in our lives!
After giving my talk, I was feeling very negative. I do not generally open up and share things about my personal life very well, and so I felt like I had "over-shared" about mine and Gabe's struggles having children. That silly feeling was overshadowing everything else for me. As people came up to me after Sacrament Meeting to say thank you for my talk, or good job, I accepted their remarks kindly, but inwardly felt they were not deserved or true. As I sat down for Sunday School, I knew I was being ridiculous and almost thought to pray that the Lord would let me know if He approved so that the negative feelings clouding my thoughts would dissipate. But I didn't, because I decided I should just get over it on my own. Despite my lack of faith and choosing not to take the time to pray about it, the Lord knew that prayer within me, and He answered it with love.
As Sunday School ended I pulled out my phone, and realized I had a new text message from a phone number I didn't recognize. It read:
I wanted to tell you that your talk on temples today was one of the best talks I have ever heard. Thank you for your spirit and your testimony. You have made me a better person. Thank you! I would love a copy of your talk, if you would not mind sharing. May the Lord bless you for your goodness. - Maren BundersonImmediately the peace and love of the Lord filled me again, and I knew that the Lord had answered that unspoken prayer. As I left the class (which Maren had actually been teaching) I made sure to stop and thank her for her kind words to me. She reiterated again what she had said in the text, that it was a wonderful talk and she would love to have a copy if it was convenient. She said she loved some of the quotes especially and felt like she was frantically writing them down so that she could reference them later. Her sincerity truly touched me, and allowed me to better accept the kind words of others as well. I am so grateful for the people that the Lord uses in our lives to act as His hands to bless and lift us.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
I Love to See the Temple
Two weeks ago I got an email from my Bishop asking me if I would speak in Sacrament Meeting on July 10th about the importance/influence of temples in our lives. Of course I accepted, and while I don't particularly love speaking from the pulpit (I don't get nervous at all until the speaker just before me, and then my heart starts beating CRAZY fast and I get all jittery and anxious until I actually start speaking), I was very excited about the topic. Serving in the temple each week these past two years has increased my love for the temple beyond anything I could have previously imagined. I've always loved the temple, but now, well, "the temple has become a part of me." Anyway, for anyone who wants to read my talk, here it is.
-I'm excited to
speak about temples – I love the temple
- Joseph Smith and Elder Kent F.
Richards in the most recent conference (The Power of Godliness, April 2016
conference) said, “We [each of us and our families] need the temple more
than anything else.” (Joseph Smith quoted by Elder Richards)
- President Nelson has said,
“everything we do in the Church…is to prepare each of us to come to the temple
and [receive blessings there]” (quoted by Elder Richards)
- “More than anything else” and
“everything we do is to prepare,” why would that be?
-Because of the
blessings we receive in and from the temple. President Monson has said, “The
blessings of the temple are priceless” (Blessings of the Temple, April
2015 conference). What are those blessings?
1. Eternal families – The blessing I
have related to temples most often throughout my life is that of eternal
families, and what a great blessing that is! To be with those that we love
forever. But as I have attended the temple more often as an adult and served
there, I have found and recognized so many more blessings.
2. We learn about the Savior and
become more like Him – Everything in the temple points to Jesus Christ, if we
have a desire to learn as we attend, we can always be taught something new. How
can we not learn of Him when everything points to Him? We become more like Him
as we receive our endowment and are sanctified, then as we return again and
again, as youth and adults, we act as “saviors on Mount Zion” as we do for the
dead what they cannot do for themselves. How can we not learn of Him and become
like Him when we serve as He served us, doing for others what they cannot do,
just as He did for us what we cannot do on our own?
3. The veil is thin – Elder
Richards, “Surely, the veil is thin for us and parts completely for them in the
temple.” I can testify of the truthfulness of this. From my own experiences,
and those of family members and others, I know that those spirits are there in
the temple, and we can feel their presence and the presence of others as we serve
in the temple.
4. Our capacity increases – My
grandmother was a temple worker for 25 years and recently shared with me a few
quotes about the temple that she loves. One was from Elder David B. Haight (no
other reference). “A temple is a place in which those whom He has chosen are
endowed with power from on high. A power which enables us to use our gifts and
capabilities with greater intelligence and increased effectiveness in order to
bring to pass our Heavenly Father’s purposes in our own lives and the lives of
those we love.” Serving in the temple fortifies and builds us, and increases
our capacity, allowing us to better use the gifts He has already blessed us
with. One way is in receiving answers to prayers.
5. We receive answers to prayers –
My younger brother Joseph and his wife make temple attendance a priority and I
know he loves the temple, so I asked him his thoughts and feelings about the
importance of the temple. He responded, “Funny you should ask that, I recently
received a life changing answer to a question in the temple…but I know the only
reason I received that direction is because I was focused on spiritual things
and I was in a spiritual place. The temple is truly the Mountain of the Lord.”
The temple is a spiritual place where we are drawn closer to the Lord, and so
become better able to receive answers to prayers that He desires to give us.
6. We feel peace – President Monson
(Blessings of the Temple, April 2015 conference) said, “As we enter through the
doors of the temple, we leave behind us the distractions and confusion of the
world. Inside this sacred sanctuary, we find beauty and order. There is rest
for our souls and a respite from the cares of our lives. As we attend the
temple, there can come to us a dimension of spirituality and a feeling of peace
which will transcend any other feeling which could come into the human heart.
We will grasp the true meaning of the words of the Savior when He said, ‘Peace
I leave with you, my peace I give unto you…Let not your heart be troubled, neither
let it be afraid.’ Such peace can permeate any heart—hearts that are troubled,
hearts that are burdened down with grief, hearts that feel confusion, hearts
that plead for help.” I love the phrase from this quote “a dimension of
spirituality.” This past week I substituted a lot and so I had the opportunity
to spend multiple days in the temple serving as an ordinance worker. Knowing
that I would be speaking on temples, I had a prayer in my heart that as I was
in the temple throughout the week I would be aware of things that would be good
to share in my talk. I always feel peace when I am at the temple, but as I
attended so often this week, I noticed that the love and peace, that unique
spirit which fills the temple, inevitably begins to fill your heart and your
life as you attend the temple more and more. That “dimension of spirituality”
begins to enter your life. It is small and gradual, but unmistakable, receiving
that spirit of the temple, that “dimension of spirituality” in your life. And
of course there is a dimension of spirituality there, because it is the Lord’s
house. D&C 97:15-16 reads, “And inasmuch as my people build a house unto me
in the name of the Lord, and do not suffer any unclean thing to come into it,
that it be not defiled, my glory shall rest upon it; Yea, and my
presence shall be there, for I will come into it, and all the pure in heart
that shall come into it shall see God.” Of course we receive that dimension
of spirituality, because we’re entering into His glory and His presence as we
enter the temple.
7. We are cleansed and forgiven –
Another quote I received from my grandmother was from President Eyring at the
St. Louis Temple Dedication. He said, “I promise you that when you come to this
house, if you will come with a meek and lowly heart and if you will come with
faith in Jesus Christ, you will have both the witness that this is the
Lord’s how and also that you are being cleansed and forgiven that you
might have hope of someday being with Him again and with our Heavenly Father and
with families sealed to be together forever in peace.” What a beautiful
blessing. None of us are prefect, we all make mistakes. And each of us at
different times feels those mistakes and failings and imperfections more than
others. But as we attend the temple, we can be cleansed and forgiven, and
receive a witness that the Lord approves of us and our lives, despite our
failures.
8. Reminded of our covenants – For
both the endowed and the unendowed, participating in the ordinances of the
temple reminded us of the covenants we have made and the blessings we have been
promised because of them. As we participate in baptisms for the dead and the
other ordinances of the temple, we hear again the words of those covenants that
we have already made ourselves. President Monson (Blessings of the Temple,
April 2015 conference) said, “My brothers and sisters, in our lives we will
have temptations; we will have trials and challenges. As we go to the temple, as
we remember the covenants we make there, we will be better able to overcome
those temptations and to bear our trials. In the temple we can find peace.” I
have a personal witness of this. My husband and I have been married for 3 ½
years now. Ever since getting married, it has been my greatest wish to have
children. When we first got married, the longer we had to wait, the harder it
became. But as we moved to St. Louis, and I have had the opportunity to serve
in the temple, and be reminded on a weekly basis of the covenants I have made,
and the blessings that the Lord has already promised me, it has become so much
easier to bear with patience. Attending the temple and being reminded of our
covenants there truly enables us to more easily bear our burdens and challenges
of life. And I know that all others can receive that help in their lives as I
have.
- We will not necessarily have a
miraculous or grand experience every time we attend the temple. We will not
always have large scale spiritual experiences that we will remember throughout
our lives, but each time we go slowly builds us, cleanses and strengthens us.
My brother Joseph said, “Going frequently puts us on a higher plane, and the
more often you go the more familiar the ceremony is and the more the Lord is
able to teach you.” Going to the temple often blesses our lives.
-Knowing the
blessings that we receive from the temple, it is easy to see why President
Monson and other prophets and apostles have said, “make whatever sacrifices
necessary to attend the temple” and “no sacrifice is too great” (The Holy
Temple – a Beacon to the World, April 2011 conference).
- There are stories of families
living apart for years to earn money to attend the temple together one time,
saints traveling for days in uncomfortable circumstances to reach the temple
(both stories in The Holy Temple – a Beacon to the World) and many other great
sacrifices.
- But we don’t have to make great
sacrifices like that. We are so blessed to live so near a temple. President
Monson said (The Holy Temple – a Beacon to the World, April 2011 conference),
“If you have been to the temple for yourselves and if you live within
relatively close proximity to a temple, your sacrifice could be setting aside
time in your busy lives to visit the temple regularly.”
- That is such a simple thing. It
isn’t hard to set aside a few hours out of our day to attend the temple when we
are so close, and yet we often don’t do it. Sometimes it is those most basic
and simple things which become the most difficult to do. As I read this I
thought of Alma 37:46, where Alma is teaching his son about the easiness of
following the gospel, and he says, “O my son, do not let us be slothful because
of the easiness of the way.” Let us not be “slothful” in our temple attendance
because of the easiness of our proximity.
- That applies to all of us,
regardless of our age. Elder John A. Widtsoe (quoted by Elder Richards in The
Power of Godliness, April 2016 conference) said, “The young man needs his place
in the temple even more than his father and grandfather, who are steadied by a
life of experience; the young girl just entering life, needs the spirit,
influence and direction that come from participation in the temple ordinances.”
We ALL need the temple in our lives.
-As I’ve had
the privilege to serve in the temple the past 2 years, I have gained a personal
testimony and a witness of the principles taught in Ether 12:6 and John 7:17.
Ether 12:6 says, “dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness
until after the trial of your faith,” and John 7:17, “If any man will do
his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I
speak of myself.” It is in the doing, the act of serving in the temple
on a regular basis, that my faith and testimony of the temple has grown and
expanded. As other young ordinance workers have said, quoted by Elder Richards
(The Power of Godliness, April 2016 conference), “The temple has changed my
life forever,” and “the temple has become a part of me.” We must return to the
temple often, even if we don’t yet have a knowledge for ourselves of the
blessing it can be in our lives, because it is in the going, the “trial of our
faith” that we will receive a witness and a testimony.
- President Eyring continued in the
St. Louis Temple Dedication, “I testify to you that this is the House of the
Lord. I pray that today, as you come here, you can feel that this is the House
of the Lord. I promise you that if you do this, you will want to come back
again and again. Each time you come, if you come with faith in Jesus Christ
and with meekness and a humble heart, you won’t come because you are sent and
you won’t come because you are commanded. You will come because no one could
keep you away.” That is what I have been blessed to begin to feel in my
life and in my love for the temple as I have served there these 2 years. And I
know that each of you can feel that for yourselves if you will attend the
temple often.
-I would
just like to close with one last quote from Elder Richards (The Power of
Godliness, April 2016 conference), “Come to the temple. Come often. Come
with and for your family. Come, and help others to come too.”
This is my prayer, that we may all come to the temple often, and with our
families, that it may bless our lives and strengthen us. In the name of Jesus
Christ, amen.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
5 Years of Updates
5 years...wow. So my blog has been a bit neglected...if you couldn't tell. ;) So in the past five years I moved home from BYU, worked at Helzberg Diamonds, lived in an apartment with Glenda, Jessica, and Jenessa, whined a lot about not being married yet, met Gabe, started liking Gabe, thought about going on a mission, started dating Gabe, forgot about a mission, fell in love with Gabe, quit my job, and married Gabe. Ok, that was year one, haha.
Since getting married I taught piano lessons, started online classes, had a meltdown that we had reached the "infertile" phase (one year of trying to conceive without success), went on a belated honeymoon to Hawaii, Gabe graduated college, and we moved to St. Louis so he could start his Doctorate of Chiropractic - that was another year and a half.
Since moving here to St. Louis, I loved our new ward, was called as the Laurel's advisor, spent my first day and night away from Gabe to welcome Joseph home from his mission, started serving in the temple as an ordinance worker once a week, had my first car accident and ruined our car, went home to welcome Jessica back from her mission, bought a trailer, began to love cooking, decided to see specialists about our "infertility" and then subsequently felt impressed not to, finished my online classes with an Associates of General Studies degree, survived Gabe's first year of Chiropractic school, went with my family out to Joseph's wedding, went on Trek as a leader, started babysitting weekly for a family in the ward, gave up on knowing when we would have kids and then eventually became truly satisfied with the Lord's timing, began working with Judith on an as needed basis as her personal assistant, had Marshall and Jenessa visit for spring break, was asked to serve in the temple as a trainer, Gabe started clinic, went to Girl's Camp as the Assistant Ward Director, and here we are!
We have no lived in St. Louis longer than anywhere else since getting married - a very strange thought. Gabe goes to school everyday as well as helps patients in clinic most days and regularly attends seminars on the weekend. I take care of the house and cook dinner everyday, usually help Judith once a week, go to mutual on Tuesday evenings, serve in the temple on Thursday mornings, babysit on Fridays, teach the Laurel's class once or twice a month, and enjoy as much time with my husband as I possibly can! We have just under one year left here in St. Louis, and then we will move back to Springfield next May where Gabe will intern with Bishop Sanders for the summer and then graduate as a DC and open up his own practice.
Last week Mom, Dad, Lilly, and Lydia stayed with us for two days on their way back from Pennsylvania. We went to the Muny together Friday night and watched The Music Man - so much fun! The actors all did a great job and I enjoyed listening to the music I know so well and watching all of the choreography (man do I miss dancing). Other than that we just had a wonderful time visiting with each other. It was so fun to have my parents come visit us in our home for a change instead of us visiting them. So that's pretty much our life in a nutshell right now! As with everyone there are ups and downs, but for the most part things are really wonderful. We are incredibly blessed in so many ways, and besides, what would life be without its adventures? :)
Since getting married I taught piano lessons, started online classes, had a meltdown that we had reached the "infertile" phase (one year of trying to conceive without success), went on a belated honeymoon to Hawaii, Gabe graduated college, and we moved to St. Louis so he could start his Doctorate of Chiropractic - that was another year and a half.
Since moving here to St. Louis, I loved our new ward, was called as the Laurel's advisor, spent my first day and night away from Gabe to welcome Joseph home from his mission, started serving in the temple as an ordinance worker once a week, had my first car accident and ruined our car, went home to welcome Jessica back from her mission, bought a trailer, began to love cooking, decided to see specialists about our "infertility" and then subsequently felt impressed not to, finished my online classes with an Associates of General Studies degree, survived Gabe's first year of Chiropractic school, went with my family out to Joseph's wedding, went on Trek as a leader, started babysitting weekly for a family in the ward, gave up on knowing when we would have kids and then eventually became truly satisfied with the Lord's timing, began working with Judith on an as needed basis as her personal assistant, had Marshall and Jenessa visit for spring break, was asked to serve in the temple as a trainer, Gabe started clinic, went to Girl's Camp as the Assistant Ward Director, and here we are!
We have no lived in St. Louis longer than anywhere else since getting married - a very strange thought. Gabe goes to school everyday as well as helps patients in clinic most days and regularly attends seminars on the weekend. I take care of the house and cook dinner everyday, usually help Judith once a week, go to mutual on Tuesday evenings, serve in the temple on Thursday mornings, babysit on Fridays, teach the Laurel's class once or twice a month, and enjoy as much time with my husband as I possibly can! We have just under one year left here in St. Louis, and then we will move back to Springfield next May where Gabe will intern with Bishop Sanders for the summer and then graduate as a DC and open up his own practice.
Last week Mom, Dad, Lilly, and Lydia stayed with us for two days on their way back from Pennsylvania. We went to the Muny together Friday night and watched The Music Man - so much fun! The actors all did a great job and I enjoyed listening to the music I know so well and watching all of the choreography (man do I miss dancing). Other than that we just had a wonderful time visiting with each other. It was so fun to have my parents come visit us in our home for a change instead of us visiting them. So that's pretty much our life in a nutshell right now! As with everyone there are ups and downs, but for the most part things are really wonderful. We are incredibly blessed in so many ways, and besides, what would life be without its adventures? :)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Too good not to share...
So we had a role play in my Intro to Family Processes class today with a husband, wife, and two kids. They were just volunteers given random scenarios, they didn't even know each other's names, but it actually ended up being rather funny. I just got an email, one of the mass ones sent out from blackboard that goes to the whole class. Best. Email. EVER! I thought it was too good not to share. ENJOY! haha
ATTN: Class!
Howdy! This is Cade. I was the father/husband guy in the role play in class today (Feb 16). I am writing because I want to ask my wife lady on a date, but I don't know her name.
So honey, if you're out there somewhere on the other side of this cyber space, and you're not already creeped out that I'm emailing the whole class to find you, then can I take you out later this week?
If you would like to, email me your phone number I'll ask you out like a normal person. If not then I'll look forward to the extremely awkward meeting we will have in class next time : )
Yours truly,
Cade
Hahaha, only at BYU. :)
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