Tuesday, January 7, 2020

The Pages of my Life


The Pages of My Life

Flower Song Dance of Joy

Wherever she goes there are flowers --
Music, off rhythm, off key, but her own,
Dancing moodily through anger
Towards joy
These are the pages of her life.
Tidbits of Faith

  



Saturday, December 14, 2019

Merry Christmas


 









Last week my face Book page said that they had collected my Christmas pictures since I had become a member over ten years ago. However, as I looked at their collection, I became confused. They just didn’t look like pictures that I would take for Christmas. One picture was of my daughter making a fleece blanket. Another picture was of my nieces wedding at the St. George Temple. One was of a quilt I had made for one of my daughter’s bridesmaids. A picture followed of the flowers at the Denver temple. Next came a photo of my niece holding her brother’s new baby at my mother’s funeral. The last was a picture of my Dad and a dozen of his great grand- children in the summer time. What did these pictures have to do with Christmas? I wondered.
In my reading of the October General Conference talks of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, shortly after, I read, Covenant Women in Partnership with God
By President Henry B. Eyring
“Becoming a covenant woman in partnership with God is how great and good daughters of God have always mothered, led, and ministered. Your call began when you were placed into mortality, in a place and time chosen for you by a God who knows you perfectly and loves you as His daughter. When you came out of the waters of baptism, you had accepted another call to serve. As a new covenant daughter of God, you made a promise and received an assignment in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, of which you were then confirmed a member. You covenanted with God to take upon yourself the name of Jesus Christ, to keep His commandments, and to serve Him.
For each one who makes these covenants, the service that the Lord calls him or her to do will be suited perfectly to that person. The covenant daughters and sons of God, however, all share one important and joyful call. It is to serve others for Him. “To help another human being reach one’s celestial potential is part of the divine mission of woman. As mother, teacher, or nurturing Saint, she molds living clay to the shape of her hopes. In partnership with God, her divine mission is to help spirits live and souls be lifted. This is the measure of her creation. It is ennobling, edifying, and exalting.” You cannot know when, or for what length of time, your personal mission will be focused on service in calls such as mother, leader, or ministering sister. The Lord, out of love, does not leave us the choice of the timing, duration, or sequence of our assignments. Yet you know from scripture and living prophets that all of these assignments will come, either in this life or in the next, to every daughter of God. And all of them are preparation for eternal life in loving families— “the greatest of all the gifts of God.”  
You remember President Nelson’s perfect description of a woman’s divine mission—including her mission of mothering: “As mother, teacher, or nurturing Saint, she molds living clay to the shape of her hopes. In partnership with God, her divine mission is to help spirits live and souls be lifted. This is the measure of her creation.” Becoming a covenant woman in partnership with God is how great and good daughters of God have always mothered, led, and ministered, serving in whatever way and place He has prepared for them.” And then the light! I understood! Mathew 25:40
Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
These have all been pictures of times when we have been of service to others, to show our love. Our gifts of love to Christ. Christmas pictures.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Be a Firebird


“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So, collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”
My daughter has this quote on the desk where she paints. She reminds me often that some works of art are created with a lot of time, patience and trial. Some don’t quite look like she had planned. Some are different but just as interesting, and some quite dramatic.

This week I will be having my fourth joint replacement and I am getting very nervous about it.
Why? You ask! I’ve done it before and survived. It’s old hat. But I know people around me that didn’t do as well. People who, having done one, will never try it again. I trust my medical team. I trust my husband. I trust the Lord to help me through. Do I trust my body, my mind, my heart, to do what I need to achieve my best? It’s going to be a new procedure, and I’m not sure how I will cope with it. I am prepared. The freezer is full of easy to finish meals. The laundry is done, there is a stack of books to read; three quilts to bind; and four project bags.  Even the cats are prepped and prepared to cuddle, or chase me around the fireplace on my walker, as I try to exercise.
My therapists ask me what my goal is. For the first knee it was to skip. The first hip was to walk well enough to make that hike to Missouri for the 2nd coming. The second hip’s goal was to walk without my cane. This time it is to go back to the temple by the first of February. I think my goals are starting to get more important and more achievable. I think my first goal will to be able to put on my left sock!
We all come to points in our lives where we need to be reborn, to feel like we are worth something. Don’t let discouragement get you down. Collapse, yes, momentarily. Crumble, a little, then work yourself back to standing tall. Be reborn a brave, better, revitalized, woman of faith. Be a Fire bird!


Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Seasoning


Winter

Bear claws
Digging into the earth
Scrunching autumn leaves;
Acorns
Sinking into rain-softened ground;
Traveling flocks
Circling in the crisp morning air
Squirrels
Chipmunks
Raccoons
Preparing for a long winter season.
And I
With my cocoa
Huddle under my next quilt
 
It was so cold this morning. A co-worker of my husband’s came down to New Mexico to escape a storm brewing in Colorado. Surprise!! I guess he brought the snow with him. The world is spinning, sometimes out of control. The seasons seem to fly through time as if they were on fast forward. Remember how slow life was when we were five. “just a few more minutes! “mo’um!” Now what I thought was a few months ago was a year or two. My curious three-year-old is in her thirties. And I am way past doing backwards somersaults. Winter is coming, the moisture ladened clouds hover over the tips of the mountain range. The cranes, calling to each other in the morning, are back. Pumpkin is in everything, Black Friday came before Halloween! and its time to plan Thanksgiving Day dinners.  I feel like I’m being rushed. I feel like I’m always on the wrong side be it politics or society. And I am getting old! Am I doing everything my god wants me to?
Before your season gets too stressed. Sit in front of your fireplace, relax a minute and remember….
John 14:27
27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

May all of your seasons give you joy!

Friday, September 27, 2019

PENNIES


PENNIES
Please don’t take the pennies!
I learned to count with pennies.
They are my history.
One, two, three,
Look at me.
Four, five, six,
A tower to fix.
Seven, eight, nine,
Ten
Makes a dime.
Not enough for ice cream
Anymore
 

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Shh



Quiet

 












Shhh
Quiet
Where are the noises of yesterday?
Trucks rumbling, growling, up the hill
Braking noisily again at the bottom.
Shh
Where are the birds?
No sweet singing
No honking in flight
No buzzing of bees and humming birds.
Shh
Where are the calls of children, laughing on their
Way to school
Playing tag in the neighborhood,
Kick the can and mother may I
Shh
Where are the dogs?
Yapping at passersby
Howling at strangers
Growling with a stick in their mouths
Wrestling
shh
I am alone
And its too
Quiet
Shh

Saturday, September 21, 2019

I Dreamed About You


I dreamed about you last night!
 












But then I dream a lot, some crazy, some vivid. I remember, as a child listening to the story of the child Samuel, having a particular dream.  He was living with the priest, Eli, when he heard someone call him by name. He got up and ran to Eli saying, “I’m here. Thou callest me.” Eli said he hadn’t and sent him back to bed. After this happened three times Eli told Samuel that it was the Lord calling him and to say “Speak Lord for thy servant heareth.”  I had many dreams over the years hearing a voice yell “Wendy!” I sat up, and yelled What? I wonder what I missed out on!
Do dreams really mean anything?
While we enjoy recalling our dreams the following day, some people think it’s important to decipher if there’s any significance in dream meanings.  My daughter has a book of dreams, and sometimes I call her us to see what my dreams mean. Remember dreaming that you got to school and forgot to do your homework. That means you feel unprepared. There are many different theories when it comes to whether dreams mean something and most of those theories offer different views.
One neuro-biological theory of dreaming is the Activation-Synthesis Hypothesis.  The theory states that dreams don’t actually mean anything. Instead they are merely electrical brain impulses that pull random thoughts and imagery from our memories.
Renowned psychologist Sigmund Freud thought otherwise. He believed that dreams revealed unconsciously repressed conflicts or wishes.  Therefore, according to Freud, your dreams reveal your repressed wishes to you.
Another theory is the Threat Simulation Theory, which describes dreams as a defense mechanism our brains put in place to prepare us for scary events. This allows us to face our fears.
Another thought is it’s a way to solve a worry. As you peacefully sleep your brain searches for a possible answer. I like this one. It’s always nice to have a plan. One day a coworker called me at home and asked for help planning a church children’s party. I was so tired I told her I would call her back in 15 minutes. As I lay on the couch, I quickly fell asleep and dreamed about the party. In fifteen minutes, I called her back and outlined the program. She thought I was brilliant!
In Biblical times we read of many times that messages are sent from God to Man in a dream; Jacob’s ladder, Joseph taking the Christ child to Egypt for safety, Joseph’s interpretation of the Pharaoh’s dream, etc. Does God still care about us? Is He still sending messages to us? Do we say Yea Lord, I am here? Or do we yell “What?” And go back to sleep.
Last night I dreamed about you. What can I do for you?

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