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Tangible Testimonies

This is taken out of the September 2009 Ensign. I think that it is extremely important to realize that we can show our testimony in more ways than just bearing it, with words, on fast Sunday.

"Consider the many gifts and blessings our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have given us. By recognizing our gifts and the blessings in our lives, we show reverence for God and strengthen our individual testimonies. Sharing our testimonies, however, isn't limited to words. Our faith can be expressed in the notes of a hymn, the shaping of clay, or the strokes of a paintbrush."

By Heather L. Stock

For me, I would add to the list having a deep respect and enjoyment of nature, and of the Temple that is our body.

Happy Easter!

Attending a Mormon Church Service

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How do I love thee?

My brother sent me an email this morning with a link to a short YouTube excerpt of an address by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland: "How do I love thee?" As soon as I saw the title, a flood of memories came back to me. Second semester freshman year at BYU. Eighteen years old. Sitting with my roommate, Amber, in the Marriott Center. Frantically scribbling down as much of Elder Holland's message as I could... because he was giving that speech TO ME. FOR ME.

These words, in particular, pierced straight into my heart and soul:

"In a dating and courtship relationship, I would not have you spend five minutes with someone who belittles you, who is constantly critical of you, who is cruel at your expense and may even call it humor. Life is tough enough without having the person who is supposed to love you leading the assault on your self-esteem, your sense of dignity, your confidence, and your joy. In this person's care you deserve to feel physically safe and emotionally secure.

"Members of the First Presidency have taught that 'any form of physical or mental abuse to any woman is not worthy of any priesthood holder' and that no 'man who holds the priesthood of God [should] abuse his wife in any way, [or] demean or injure or take undue advantage of [any] woman'--and that includes friends, dates, sweethearts, and fiancées, to say nothing of wives (James E. Faust, "The Highest Place of Honor," Ensign, May 1988, 37, and Gordon B. Hinckley, "Reach Out in Love and Kindness," Ensign, November 1982, 77)."

Elder Holland's words changed the course and direction of my life. Within a few days, I had ended a pain-filled relationship, and the release and peace and freedom I felt were overwhelming. Elder Holland reminded me that I deserved better. That I was a beloved daughter of God, and He wanted me to be treated with respect and true Christ-like love. About a year and a half later, I married the most Christ-like man I'd ever known. And I give Elder Holland (through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit) a large portion of the credit for putting my feet in that direction.

When I think back on that day in 2000, I often ponder how I will give my own daughters that same vision that Elder Holland gave to me. How can I help them to understand that they do not need to waste one moment with someone who disrespects them emotionally or physically? I guess it's my hope that I will be able to infuse that message into every fiber of their beings starting now. So that if ever a date or boyfriend belittles something they hold sacred, they won't waste a moment before they walk away from him forever. Because they will know at their very core that they can find someone better. That they deserve better. That's my hope.

I Love This!!!!

This is amazing. I am so grateful to know that the Lord is at the helm. He knows all things and knows what needs to happen. He will protect us as we follow His plan. He has a plan and we can rest assure that He will give us direction and hope as we press forward in each of our lives.
If you want to, you can read more about this
talk that Elder Neal A. Maxwell gave.

Reflections of Christ

It doesn't matter how many times I see these images. I just can't get enough of them. Enjoy!

You needed an uplift, right?

Life

Yesterday was a pretty hard day for me. ..Monte's car broke down, I found out that an old friend of mine passed away, and then that my Aunt has ovarian cancer that has spread to other organs. This whole summer has actually been kind of a nightmare for my extended family. Anyway, after I cried on and off about my friend, was numb about my Aunt, and was really stressed about the thought of trying to afford to get Monte's car fixed, or buy a newer one, I took a deep breathe. At that moment I realized that I could either choose to be in a foul, stressed out mood and make Monte in a foul, stressed out mood too- or I could calm down and look at the big picture. So, I opened up The Book Of Mormon to a few random pages and read a verse or two on each page. Then Monte gave me a hug, and I gave him a kiss, and I decided that I wasn't going to let myself worry about it. Things will happen that we will have no control over, we just have to deal with it with the most grace and dignity that we can muster.
I feel so blessed to be a member of the Church and know of "The Big Picture." I feel blessed to know of the Plan of Salvation. What a comfort that is. I feel blessed to know that the Lord will always look out for me, and bless me, if I am living worthily.
Times are going to be hard for everyone. We can either choose to keep our heads up with optimism, courage, and happiness, or trudge along and make ourselves and everyone around us miserable. I choose to be happy!

Angels Among Us

What an amazing conference weekend! I feel so full and inspired. But I specifically want to mention Elder Holland's talk about angels. He spoke with power about the angels--seen and unseen, immortal and mortal--who are always among us, helping us. I can add my own testimony to his that this is absolutely true.

I have been struggling lately with a concern for which I have desperately wanted an answer. I asked the Lord, prior to the start of conference, to help me find the answers I needed through the messages that would be shared. This afternoon, between sessions, the Holy Spirit reminded me of an experience that put all my worries to rest. That experience involved an earthly angel who spoke peace to my heart at a pivotal moment in my life. Then my mind reflected back on a number of other similar experiences where the Lord used messengers to teach, reassure, and comfort me in ways I can never forget.

I can never forget the young man I crossed paths with at the Cannon Center one Sunday during my freshman year at BYU. I cannot remember his name, and I cannot tell you for certain whether he was even mortal. Our conversation led me to believe that he may have been a literal angel. We began talking as we waited in line to get our lunch and then shared a table for the meal. I found myself sharing some personal problems and trials with him. And he spoke to me with a wisdom and understanding I can only attribute to the power of the Holy Spirit. He urged me: "Never settle for anything less than what you've always dreamed of." This and other advice led me to make a significant change in my life for the better, and I will never, ever forget this experience. I know the Lord spoke to me through a kind messenger that day.

I can never forget an experience in the Provo temple later that same year. I had gone to do baptisms for the dead with a dear friend, and, while I waited for my friend after we had finished, I sat on a bench reading the scriptures. As we headed to leave, a male temple worker approached me and said, "Thank you for sitting and reading. You have such a worthy spirit about you." Only God knew just how much I needed to hear those very words that day. An outsider may have thought it was a strange thing to say to someone, but, to me, it felt like a love note straight from God. I'm so grateful that kind man was in-tune that day.

I can never forget the first Sunday after I got married. My new husband and I attended sacrament meeting at a ward in Manti, UT. After the meeting, we contemplated leaving early to head to the next stop on our honeymoon trip. Instead, we decided to stay for the remainder of the church meetings. I am so glad we did. As I sat in Relief Society, the friendly older sister next to me reached out to me. We talked a bit, and I mentioned that I was on my honeymoon. As the meeting ended and we were parting, she told me that she "knew everything was going to be great for us." She did not know the aches and troubles in my heart, but God did. And I knew He had inspired that woman to speak those very words to me.

I can never forget Sister Dautel. She was a Sister Missionary at the St. George Temple visitor's center. My husband and I had planned to do a session at the St. George Temple during our honeymoon trip, but, when we arrived at the temple, it was closed for cleaning. We were disappointed, but we decided to head over to the visitor's center. We were greeted by a tiny elderly sister with a German accent. She took us under her wing, showed us every wonderful thing there was to see at the visitor's center, and, as we stood before the Christus statue, she spoke of her early marriage and the testimony she had gained of the blessing of tithing, that if we would always pay our tithing, we would always be taken care of. She radiated the most loving spirit. Her eyes were full of compassion and kindness. She encouraged us and filled us with hope for our marriage and our future. It was a beautiful tender mercy that we met Sister Dautel that day. She was an angel.

I can never forget the afternoon that we signed the papers for the mortgage of our home. After the piles and piles of paperwork had been completed, we stood in the entry of the mortgage office chatting with our loan officers. One was an older gentleman with a strong Utah accent named Dale. He radiated warmth and love. He spoke so kindly to us. I don't remember everything he said, but I do remember the Spirit I felt as he spoke. He said how great everything was going to be for us. And I didn't even want to leave because of the way I felt around him. At the time, I just thought what a kind man he was. But, as the Lord has reminded me of that experience, I have felt impressed that the Lord was using Dale to assure us that we were making the right decision to purchase our home. I am so grateful for Dale's warm and loving Spirit that afternoon.

So many angels have touched and blessed my life. I couldn't even begin to relate them all. I know the Lord loves me. I can never doubt it. I am so grateful for the wonderful men and women, many of them strangers, who have been in-tune enough to be instruments in God's hand to tenderly bring me peace and comfort. I loved Elder Uchtdorf's words in the General Relief Society broadcast--while the number of prayers we pray is important, the number of prayers we answer is of even greater importance. I want to be "more angelic" as Elder Holland urged. I want to be an instrument to answer the prayers of others--be they friends or strangers. I hope I already have.

I have a testimony that the hymns found in the Hymn book are inspired and can serve as sacred scripture, bearing a message from our Heavenly Father. I recognized a feeling and thought I had not to long ago. It was to enjoy the moments right now as this was the calm before the storm. The storm started and has yet to pass but the hymn "Where Can I Turn for Peace?" has filled my spirit with a sure knowledge that Heavenly Father has not forgotten my family and will be by our side while we press on through this storm. I want to share the words of this song as they have had a impact on me.

Where can I turn for peace? Where is my solace? When other sources cease to make me whole? When with a wounded heart, anger or malice, I draw myself apart, searching my soul?

Where, when my aching grows, where, when I languish, Where, in my need to know, where can I run? Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? Who, who can understand? He, only One.

He answers privately, Reaches my reaching. In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend. Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching. Constant he is and kind, Love with-out end.

I testify that He does answer privately, He is our Friend, and is love is with out end. At my loneliest times I know he holds me up.

Life is Precious

So many things have happened in the past few weeks to remind me of how precious and fragile life truly is. My husband found out that a friend from high school committed suicide. When I saw the pictures, he looked like a normal, happy guy. His family was shocked and devastated. I found myself thinking about this person I didn’t know and contemplating on what would bring a person to such a point that they would want to end their life.

The same week I came across a story of a young mother and father who were both severely burned in a plane crash. They have 4 young children. What now? If they even survive, will their lives ever be the same?

Next, I read a story about a family expecting their second daughter. The wife contracted some random/rare virus. After an emergency c-section, she ended up having an arm and both legs amputated and losing her sight completely. These two stories about mothers especially hit home because I am mother of young children. What would I do in these situations? How would I handle these challenges?

As I pondered on these tragedies, I realize that you can’t live life wondering if something horrible might happen to you. Bad things happen to good people every day. But what you can do is live life more fully, appreciate each moment more, be more patient, forgiving, loving and strive to be a positive influence to those around you. What we can do is not take this life (or anyone else’s) for granted.

Alma, a Book of Mormon prophet, wrote, "All things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it, yea, and its motion, yea, and also all the planets which move in their regular form do witness that there is a Supreme Creator" (Alma 30:44). We can see the work of God in the heavens and on the earth. The many beautiful plants, the many kinds of animals, the mountains, the rivers, the clouds that bring us rain and snow--all these testify to us that there is a God. Our own lives testify that there is a God. If we understand that, we can have the faith and perspective to embrace each day of our life in a new light, realizing that life is precious, truly a gift from God. 'Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God' (D&C 18:10).

Prayers of a child

Sometimes there are those times as a parent when you feel so helpless. You want to help your child, but there is only so much you can do. The other night my four year-old had nightmares. She's my third child, so we've dealt with nightmares before. We put her back to bed and I thought that was the end of it. The next night, however, when it was time to go to bed, she was sobbing. She didn't want to go to bed because she was afraid of the nightmares coming back. The only thing I could do for her was to do what my parents would do for me when I would have bad dreams as a child: pray. She wasn't very convinced that this would work. My eight year-old assured her that it really does work because it has worked for her. We prayed and I was able to get her to bed. That night I prayed and prayed for her. I wanted her to experience answers to her prayers. The next morning I was anxious to talk to her and see how her night went. With all the enthusiasm of her cute personality she proclaimed that she did not have any bad dreams that night. Now she continually prays to not have bad dreams and she doesn't! I am so grateful to a loving Heavenly Father who loves my children even more than I do. He answers prayers.

The song of the heart

Yesterday was a tough day for me. I slept in, had a headache, wasn't in the mood to do any of the housework that called for my attention, and was generally grouchy.

Around 11:00 in the morning, our ward mission leader (who also happens to be our good friend) called and asked us for a favor. There was a baptism scheduled for 1:00 that afternoon, and because it had all been organized somewhat last-minute, a conductor and pianist were needed.

My husband and I went to the church for the baptism, grumbling a bit about the interruption of our lazy day. He found the missionaries and started the conductor de-briefing process, and I sat down at the (rather old and out-of-tune) piano to play prelude.

After only the first couple of measures, I felt better, and by the time I'd played through several hymns, I felt centered and happy for the first time that day. The songs of our Church - hymns, Primary songs, and other sacred music - always have this effect on me. I'm so grateful for the Spirit that works through music, for the blessings that come from being a member of a church that worships and celebrates with music. I'm grateful also for a Heavenly Father who understands the healing, comforting, lifting powers of beautiful hymns, who gave Emma Smith this important charge:

"And it shall be given thee, also, to make a selection of sacred hymns, as it shall be given thee, which is pleasing unto me, to be had in my church.

"For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. " (D&C 25:11-12)

My soul also delighteth in the song of the heart - I get that from my Father.

I Delight !!!!!

I delight in the many miracles and tender mercies of my God. It is amazing to me when I recognize the Lord’s tender mercies and miracles that have occurred that I did not recognize at the moment of even not until I look back. So many times He has blessed me.
Such is what has happened for me this past week.
I have had some real health problems I have struggled with for many years. I have prayed and prayed, fasted, received priesthood blessings and made some big changes in my lifestyle. These things I did in my earnest desire to ask for & receive blessings I desired. I studied and studied searching for the path I needed to follow in asking for these blessings. Some scriptures that I love and have helped me are:
Jarom 1:11 “Wherefore the prophets, and the priests, and the teachers, did labor diligently, exhorting with all long-suffering the people to diligence; teaching the law of Moses, and the intent for which it was given; persuading them to look forward unto the Messiah, and believe in him to come as though he already was. And after this manner did they teach them.”
Mosiah 3:13: “And the Lord God hath sent his holy prophets among all the children of men, to declare theses things to every kindred, nation, and tongue, that thereby whosoever should believe that Christ should come, the same might receive a remission of their sins, and rejoice with exceedingly great joy, even as though he had already come among them.”What stuck out to me was: “and believe in him to come as though he already was” & “rejoice with exceedingly great joy, even as though he had already come among them.”
There are several messages in these 2 scriptures:
but what stood out to me was that they were to believe and rejoice as if it had already happened. I have found that principle applies in my life. I recognized that I needed to thank the Lord in advance for the blessings I was desiring as if I had already received them. As I have tried to do this – amazing things have happened.
This past week a huge health problem took a big turn around for me. It has not totally resolved all the way, but it is close. I was so excited when I recognized the blessing. And all I could do was to thank my God & my Savior for their blessing and help for me. I truly felt like dancing and shouting HURRAY!!! I know and felt He was very much aware of me and my situation. I have felt and heard His promptings along the way that have led me to this spot.
There is still more to learn and more to see. I have learned that I need to thank Him in everything in my life – even my trials and hardships. Even my health problems. This particular problem has allowed me to learn many things that have made a difference in my life – a good difference. I don’t think I could learn these things without this adversity in my life. And so – I express my most humble gratitude for Him. I thank Him so much for this health trial. I thank Him that I am still working on this particular problem. I thank Him for the turn around this issue has taken and the hope and increased faith that has occurred for me.
How can I ever thank Him enough? What could I ever do? All I can do is to thank Him, live as He wants me to and continue to thank Him in all things – all things. He is my everything. He loves me and is concerned for me. I sometimes fret & worry (which actually accomplishes nothing). And I am learning that He teaches me the things I need to learn through the experiences that I have in my life. As I express gratitude for “everything” and “every experience” I have, I will learn and recognize the great blessings He has in store for me.
I want to arrive on the other side of these trials and experiences stronger and more determined to serve Him and live as He desires of me. I want to be the instrument in His hands that He needs to accomplish His great work. I want to delight in the blessings and I want Him to delight in me. I know that I can and I will.

Mini-miracle

Today I'm thankful for mini-miracles. Maybe that's the wrong way to describe them? All miracles are marvelous, no matter how small, right? But, back to the point...

Yesterday our downstairs air conditioner decided to quit working. Because we live in the desert, air conditioning is almost essential. And we really don't have the money to pay for a/c repairs right now. So it was causing us some stress.

My husband fiddled with the thermostat and looked at the a/c unit a bit (not really knowing what to look for or do, but just wanting to do something). Then we did the only thing we knew how to do... we knelt down as a family and prayed. We asked the Lord to help our air conditioner to start working again and to help us to know what to do.

Then we moved on with faith in our hearts that it would work out somehow. We ate dinner downstairs in the heat and then headed up to the cooler air upstairs to play some games. Later in the evening, when we went back downstairs, we noticed that the air seemed cooler than it had before. At first I just assumed it had cooled-off because of the cooler night air. But then I thought for sure there was cool-ish air coming from the a/c vent. Sure enough, when my husband went outside to check, both of the units were working again!

We both looked heavenward and said, "Thank you!"

God is so good to us! Miracles do happen! Isn't it wonderful?!

P.S. It turns out that the a/c isn't trouble-free. It has stopped working for a few hours over the past few days. But at least it hasn't given out completely! And the heat hasn't been too unbearable. It was still a little miracle in my mind regardless. :-)

What I really needed

Monday was a bad day. Not because of anything that happened but just because of how I felt. All day long I was plagued with negative thoughts and feelings. All day long I found myself on the verge of tears. Then my husband came home, and I fell apart at the seams, blubbering to him, "Will you please make dinner?" He readily got to work while I fled to my bedroom for some unbridled praying and sobbing.

Over and I over I pleaded to the Lord to help me understand why I was feeling that way... so lost and alone and unable to hear or feel the Spirit. I sobbed and prayed and sobbed and prayed. I opened up my scriptures looking for comfort, guidance, anything. I've always been able to find help in those sacred words. But I found nothing that night. I couldn't even find peace through music. Where was the Lord? Where was the Spirit? What was wrong with me?

Then I fell asleep.

And awhile later, I woke up. My two daughters had climbed onto my bed... hugging and kissing me, saying they loved me, and telling me my dinner was ready downstairs. Not to mention the dishes done, kitchen cleaned, and laundry in the works.

And I was me again.

I couldn't help but think of how Heavenly Father must have felt watching me sob and writhe in my agony. How many times have I listened to the miserable crying of my toddler when she has been beyond the point of tired and wanted to say to her, "Just go to sleep!" God knew exactly what I really needed on Monday. And, though I thought He had abandoned me, He was there all along. Probably shaking his head in loving pity and whispering to my soul, "Just go to sleep!"

He knows us so well. He loves us. He will never leave us alone.