D&C 35:17 ". . . and in weakness have I blessed him."

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Blessed by the Temple, Even When it's Closed


  "Let me emphasize, whether you have access to a temple or not, you 

need a current temple recommend to stay firmly on the covenant path. . .

Being worthy to hold a current temple recommend is both a protection

 from the adversary . . . and a promise that the Spirit will be with you."   

(Elder Rasband; Oct 2020) 



    It was a long, hard day. Some days just are. When I woke up wanting to cry, for no apparent reason, I knew I'd be facing an uphill struggle. Depression and I are well acquainted, although I wouldn't call us friends. It always shows up uninvited and stays too long. Over the years I've learned to recognize this intruder and muster through its stifling presence. 

    It didn't help when I received the news that David, my severely autistic 16-year-old, wouldn't be returning to school the next week, as had been planned. His school reported they were struggling with a staffing shortage and weren't able to provide a return date.

    I had been counting down the weeks and days until he returned. I told myself Dave and I could get through one more week. So much for that, David would now be going into his seventh month of being home all day. 

    I pushed myself to get through the responsibilities of the day. I tried working on mindfulness and a few other strategies designed to help me feel better. But it was no use. I still felt bad. Sometimes, the heavy weight of depression eases as the day progresses. But not that day.

    By early evening I was done trying to make myself feel better and I was done trying to be productive. I found myself slumped into the couch waiting for bedtime. I had reached the conclusion sleep was my best option. Maybe I'd feel better in the morning. 

    "A member of the bishopric is going to call at 7pm to do my temple recommend interview. Do you want to do yours at the same time?" my husband, Rob, asked. 

    "I don't have to do it today, do I?" I asked.

    "You might as well."

    The idea of doing a recommend interview over the phone felt a little awkward. But the real reason for my hesitation was how bad I felt. I wasn't opposed to renewing my recommend, just not then. What if I started to cry when asked how I was doing? Besides, it's not like I needed my recommend right away. The temples were closed due to the pandemic. 

    The bishop's counselor was prompt and called at 7. I was irritated when I heard Rob on the phone telling the counselor how well things were going for us at home. Sure, we were getting by, but it wasn't easy. We were all feeling the strain of the restrictions imposed by Covid-19.

    When it was my turn to speak I made sure to tell the person on the other end that I had had a really long day. After some chit-chat about the challenge of teaching a 5-year-old to use Google Classroom, the first counselor got to the point and asked me the first question. 

    "Yes," I responded. I could barely get the word out when I started to choke up. I had to work really hard to push back the tears and compose myself to answer the next question.  

    It was such an unexpected and intense emotional response, it took me by surprise. I'd been concerned about crying during the interview, but not for this reason. The emotion I felt at that moment didn't come from feeling depressed, it came from the Spirit. The moment I said "yes" and affirmed my faith in Jesus Christ, I felt a rush of goodness, warmth and spiritual joy enter my being.  

    My temple recommend had actually expired 3 months earlier, but because temples were closed and I hadn't needed to use it, I didn't notice its expiration. It wasn't until I felt the rush of the Holy Ghost's presence, that I realized what I'd been missing out on for the past 3 months. I'd been starving myself of much needed spirituality. 

    The beautiful feeling of comfort and joy that I received during my interview, stayed with me for the rest of the evening. The dark, heavy feeling that had overshadowed my day was dispelled and replaced with warmth and goodness.

    I've often gone to the temple seeking relief when I'm struggling with depression and it has always helped improve my mental health. This time I wasn't able to go to the temple to help myself feel better, but I was still blessed with the emotional healing I'd receive from going. It was as if I had attended the temple that day. 

    I gained a new understanding and testimony of the importance of having a temple recommend. Even when we don't have access to a temple, we can still receive temple blessings by maintaining a current recommend. 



Thursday, October 15, 2020

Becoming One Through Shared Weakness

    

 "God is not disgusted with our weaknesses, or our sickness, or our sorrow. He sees in them the seeds of our sanctification, the way in which we can become like His Son. Weaknesses are a key in the pattern as to how the Lord works with us. . .

    "When Jesus came to the Nephites at the temple in  Bountiful, why did He have them touch his wounds? . . . I think He calls us all to touch the woundedness in Him and in ourselves so that we can be one with Him. Real initimacy comes through shared weaknesses, not strengths . . .

    "It's significant to me that the Savior asked us to always remember Him in the context of an ordinance where we are to recall Him at His most human moment when He asked for another way through suffering, when He asked why He had been forsaken, when He thirsted and was in anguish of body and spirit. During the sacrament we are led to contemplate His being broken up like the bread and poured out like the water. . .

    "I think there was something about touching Jesus' woundedness that built a Zion culture in ways touching His strengths would not have done."

(Smith, T., C.  "An Anatomy of Troubles," AMCAP. October 3, 2008)





Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Canvas in the Sky

Canyon Rim, Salt Lake City


 Don't forget, 
beautiful sunsets, 
need cloudy skies.

(Paulo Coelho)

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

STANDING FIRM AGAINST THE STORM

     Last week we had a wind storm, with winds that reportedly measured at 91 to 112 mph. Many people woke up to no power, broken branches and uprooted trees. About 1000 trees were toppled in Salt Lake City. 

    I marveled at the sight of majestic pine trees lying on their sides with upended roots--a sight I'd not seen before. 




(Sugar House park)

    I couldn't  help but wonder why some trees remained standing, while others didn't. An analogy started to form in my mind as I contemplated a verse of scripture. Helaman 5:12, ". . . that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation whereon if men build they cannot fail."

    I later read that some of the trees came down because they were weakened by fungi or broken roots. Others came down because of the soil they were planted in, or the lack of surrounding trees to help anchor their roots. 

    I wondered, 

    What is it that keeps me standing in the midst of storms? 

    How strong is my root system?

    How am I staying anchored to Christ?

    The first answer I can think of is having church at home. Bringing the ordinance of the sacrament into my home has been a special privilege with a sanctifying influence. As we've gathered together to worship in our living room, I've felt a stregthening power that has bolstered my family.

    We've grown closer together and my house now feels a little more sacred. My love for my husband has increased as I've watched him, dressed up in a white shirt and tie, administer this ordinance to our little family. I hope my children will remember this special time, when we gathered together and found spiritual safety in the shelter of our home. 

    Family prayers and scripture study have also brought us peace and strength. It has taken some diligence to stay on track with our Book of Mormon reading. But I know it is always worth the effort. When we come together at night to read the scriptures, I feel a good, warm assurance I'm arming my children with the strength they need to stand firm against the storms of life.


Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Interacting With Those Who Have Disabilities

 "A child with disabilities often spends hours being taught how to interact with others. 

But why don't we spend time teaching those without disabilities how to interact with them?"

Calleen Peterson

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

PIONEER DAY

      



PIONEER DAY

JULY 24, 2020

"They laid the foundation. Ours is the duty to build on it."
Pres. Hinckley



Monday, June 15, 2015

Tender Mercies

" . . . the Lord's tender mercies are the very personal and individualized blessings, strength, protection, assurances, guidance, loving-kindnesses, consolation, support, and spiritual gifts which we receive from and because of and through the Lord Jesus Christ . . . the tender mercies of the Lord are real and do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence. Often, the Lord's timing of his tender mercies helps us to discern and acknowledge them."
 
 


It was early on a Sunday evening and Rob and I were relaxing on the bed with the baby trying to hold onto what remained of the weekend. Rob got up to bath the girls and after feeding the baby I got up too.

To my horror I discovered the backdoor wide open! I was certain it had been locked. An open door only meant one thingour little runner had escaped and was off wandering through the neighbourhood.

"Rob! Rob! The backdoor is open!" I yelled, "Where's David?" My heart was pounding and my thoughts were racing. I needed to think clearly and act quickly.

"Please don't let him have gotten so far I need to call 911. . . again," I prayed,     ". . . and please keep him from getting hit by a car."

I grabbed my car keys, cell phone and slippers and called out to Rob, "I'm taking the car!" Experience has taught me I can cover more ground more quickly with the car.

I decided to go in the direction of 900 E since this is where he was picked up last time. I got to my car only to discover it was occupiedby David! He was sitting in the driver's seat shuffling through my other set of keys, like he was trying to find the one that starts the car.

Relief washed over me along with alarm. David had been found and he was safe. He didn't even make it past the driveway. But he wanted to drive the carhe's only 10!

I herded him back into the house and locked the door and grabbed every bunch of keys I could find. Rob and I had talked about this day. We knew David would one day develop the fine motor skills to unlock the door. We had also joked about him wanting to drive the car. We knew this day was coming, but we didn't think it would come so soon.

Now what?

Our whole security system is based on lock and key.

Now what? How do we keep David in? And how do we keep him from getting the keys?

A stifling pressure of "now what's" filled my head and I still felt a little shaky. I went to the bedroom to check on the baby.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. Emma bounced into my room and announced, "It's the nice ladies who make us cookies!" This was music to my ears. Cookies. Sugar. What perfect timing!

Terri and Camille didn't stay long but their visit calmed my anxious spirit. They showed up right when I needed them. They weren't able to provide me with solutions to my security problem, but they did leave me feeling loved and comforted. Which is exactly what I needed.

The timing of their visit was so remarkable. 

Coincidence? I don't think so.

More like inspiration.

Through their act of service I was able to recognize the hand of the Lord and feel of His love for me. The timing of their visit confirmed that Heavenly Father is aware of me and my needs.

What a sweet and joyous comfort.

What a tender mercy.

Monday, June 1, 2015

How We See the World

"So how do people with autism see the world, exactly? We, and only we, can ever know the answer to that one! Sometimes I actually pity you for not being able to see the beauty of the world in the same way we do. Really, our vision of the world is incredible, just incredible . . . "


Higashida, Naoki. (2013). The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy With Autism. New York: Random House.