My Family

My Family

About Me

My photo
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I start this blog in an effort to pass on the legacy of light that I have been blessed with because of the gospel of Jesus Christ to my children and their children. I hope that others will benefit as well.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Define Normal

nor·mal
ˈnôrməl/
adjective
  1. 1
    conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
    "it's quite normal for puppies to bolt their food"
    synonyms:usualstandardordinarycustomaryconventionalhabitualaccustomed, expected, wonted;

noun
  1. 1
    the usual, average, or typical state or condition.
    "her temperature was above normal"

  2. I have never liked the word "normal."  We put this word on a pedestal, as if it is some unreachable goal we all hope to attain.  Parents want their children to be "normal." Husbands and wives strive for a "normal" marriage. Doctor's even have parameters that determine whether a child's development is "normal." When someone decides to do something a little out of the ordinary, he or she runs the risk of being described as not "normal," as if it is a disease that one might catch.  Children even complain that their parents are "abnormal."  I have even caught myself on multiple occasions looking at another family and thinking that because mine does not look and act like theirs, we are "abnormal" or dysfunctional.  WHAT IS NORMAL?! And why do we waste so much time trying to fit ourselves into its definition.

    I have decided to rebel against using the word "normal" to describe or compare my world to someone else's.  It is so counterproductive, and really . . . when it's all said and done, do I want my obituary to read, "She lived a 'usual,' 'typical,' 'average' life and raised a 'usual,' 'typical,' 'average' family.  Everything went as 'expected'"?!  (See definition above.)  The answer is an emphatic, "No!"  While I admit that it is human nature to want our days to go smoothly without a lot of "abnormalities," the fact is that without life's abnormalities, we could not experience the joy of the extraordinary.  Other facts that I have learned through hard experience but too often forget:  Without weaknesses, we could not be made stronger.  Without heart-wrenching pain, we would not know the true feelings of deep love. Without being lost, we could not know the sweet relief of being found.  Father Adam understood this when he said, "Blessed be the name of God, for because of my transgression my eyes are opened, and in this life I shall have joy, and again in the flesh I shall see God" (Pearl of Great Price, Moses 5:10).  "He had discovered that in being lost, he could find God in a way that would not otherwise have been possible" (Hafen, The Broken Heart).

    If we could just see the challenges and abnormalities in our lives as means to an extraordinary end, we would spend a lot less time wishing things were "normal."  The road to "extraordinary" is not paved by "normal."   

    The following excerpt from a talk by President Gordon B. Hinckley says it all.  It is a little long, but so worth reading:
    One evening when my wife was at something which women call "a shower" and I was home alone, I put on a record, turned down the lights and listened to Beethoven's Concerto for the Violin.  As I sat there in the semidarkness, I marveled that such a thing could come of the mind of a man, a man who, in most respects, was as I am.  I do not know how tall he was or how broad he was or how much hair he had, but I guess he looked very much like the rest of us.  He became hungry, he felt pain, he had most of the problems we have and maybe some we do not have.  But out of the genius of that inspired mind came the creation of a masterpiece which has entertained the world through all of these many years.

    I marvel at the miracle of the human mind and body.  Have you ever contemplated the wonders of yourself, the eyes with which you see, the ears with which you hear, the voice with which you speak?  No camera ever built can compare with the human eye.  No method of communication ever devised can compare with the voice and the ear.  No pump ever built will run as long or as efficiently as the human heart.  No computer or other creation of science can equal the human brain.  What a remarkable thing you are.  You can think by day and dream by night.  You can speak and hear and smell.  Look at your finger.  The most skillful attempt to reproduce it mechanically has resulted in only a crude approximation.  The next time you use your finger, watch it, look at it, and sense the wonder of it.

    You are a child of God, His crowning creation.  After He had formed the earth, separated the darkness from the light, divided the waters, created the plant and animal kingdoms--after all this He created man and then woman.  I hope you will never demean or belittle yourselves.  Some of you may think you are not attractive, that you have no talents.  Stop wandering around in the wasteland of self-pity.  The greatest missionary the world has known, the Apostle Paul, is said to have been short, have a large Roman nose, rounded shoulders, and a whining voice, all of which may not sound too attractive to some persons.  Abraham Lincoln, America's greatest hero, was tragically homely.  But from his great heart and mind came words such as few other men have spoken.

     I will end with one of my favorite quotes of all time.  It has become somewhat of a motto for me when I catch myself bemoaning the "dysfunction" in my life:
    Anyone who imagines that bliss ... is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed.  [The fact is] most putts don't drop.  Most beef is tough.  Most children grow up to be just people.  Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration.  Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. . . . Life is like an old-time rail journey--delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed.  The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride ("Big Rock Candy Mountains," Deseret News, 12 June 1973, As quoted by Gordon B. Hinckley).

    Links about this topic:

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Angels Among Us

Lately, I have been contemplating the role of angels in our lives.  I have always believed that the veil between us and those who have passed on is very thin and that sometimes they are allowed to attend to our needs.  In fact, whenever I hear someone talk about their "guardian angel," I think of my Grandma Jennie.  I believe that when God sends us angels, he sends us angels who know us well and therefore can help meet our needs.  I have never seen one of my ancestors who has passed on, but I have felt a familiar presence that can be explained in no other way than to say that one or more of them have been by my side on occasion.  I love the following promise found in the Doctrine and Covenants 84:88:  ...I will go before your face.  I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my spirit shall be in your hearts and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.  

This scripture ties in with a story from the Old Testament that has always brought me peace.  It is found in 2 Kings 6.  The King of Syria has sent his horses and chariots to surround Elisha the prophet.  His servant sees this and is struck with fear: And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we do? (verse 15)  


Elisha's response is miraculous:  And he answered, Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them.  And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha (verses 16-17). 

I think that if our spiritual eyes were allowed to be opened for a few moments, we would be amazed and humbled by what we see.  I believe we would see evidence of God's love for us in the form of heavenly protectors around us.  

When my children were babies, I know they spoke an angelic language to those on the other side.  I would catch them focusing intently at empty space and carrying on excitedly--sometimes even laughing gleefully.  I remember feeling something different in the room during those precious moments.  I knew that I was not the only one watching over my child.  What comfort that was to me!  I remember one of my children sitting on my hip, pointing at a picture of the Savior and exclaiming, "Jesu!"  Up to that point, I hadn't even taught her about Jesus, and she had never said anything coherent--she was still too young.  It was a beautiful reminder that my sweet baby recognized people whose presence she had recently left and would certainly recognize them when they came to visit her from time to time.  

One particular experience that has remained vivid in my fading memory occurred shortly after the passing of a dear friend.  His wife was still grieving the passing of her teenage son, only to have her husband die a few short years later of cancer.  My two youngest children loved this couple and they loved my kids.  They would often watch them for my husband and I.  Emily, my youngest, especially loved my friend's husband.  She was still a baby when when he died.  I was visiting my friend shortly after her husband's passing, and Em was in my arms.  My friend was having an especially difficult day, dealing with all of the financial ramifications that come when someone dies.  As I was talking to her in her kitchen, Em started getting excited about something.  She stared down the hall towards the door that led to the garage intently and started babbling to  someone.  The feeling in the room noticeably changed.  Both my friend and I could feel it.  Suddenly, the chime that only sounded when the door going out to the garage was opened or closed went off.  We could see the door, and it had neither opened nor closed.  Emily immediately calmed down and stopped talking.  My friend and I had no doubt that her husband had been there.  We felt his presence come and go.  God knew that she needed a comforting witness that her husband was watching over her.  

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland said, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the mortal kind. In doing so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face. “[N]or will he, so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man [or woman or child] upon the face thereof to be saved” (Book of Mormon, Moroni 7:35-37).  On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough, that distress can be of our own making, but even then the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal (October 2008 LDS General Conference, The Ministry of Angels).

When I speak of angels, I also think of the earthly angels that God has sent and continues to send to me.  I think of a visiting teacher who became a dear friend after serving my family for a long three-month period while I lay in bed during my third pregnancy--taking care of my two small children and hers as well, leaving her house to clean mine.  I think of my niece Charlee who passed away at age 6 of a debilitating illness, but taught me so much about cherishing the moments of life that are often taken for granted.  I think of my children, who are also my teachers.  They have lifted me to heights that I could never have achieved without them.  I think of a husband who loves me in spite of me.  

I think of two grandchildren who teach me lessons each week about enjoying the little things in life and who distract me from the world and give me spiritual eyes to see what God wants me to see.  The other day my 3-year-old grandson saw a city train (he loves trains) and said, "Tomorrow I am going to ride the train by myself."  I asked him how he would know where to get off and he said, "I will get off at the temple."  Now, I know this may seem trite and cute to anyone reading this, but he loves the temple.  The Utah valley is full of these beautiful buildings and he loves visiting as many as he can, but specifically, the Salt Lake Temple.  His papa (Grandpa) has taken him there many times on the train, so he knows right where it is.  His conviction about knowing where he was going by looking for the temple was an angelic witness to me about the power that the temple has to draw us away from the tugs and pulls of the world and give us the direction we need.  I will treasure that experience as a message from an angel.

I think of young 18 to 20-year-old young men and women who give up 18-24 months of their lives to serve God on church missions and become ministering angels to His children.  They are lifted on the wings of their own angels as they courageously go in faith.  

I also think of angel friends who text me that they are thinking about me without even knowing that I needed their kind words to lighten the load of a heavy day. I think of unknown angels who left money and gifts when my parents were dealing with the financial and emotional strain of having a child with brain cancer.  

But the angels who have held up the sometimes crumbling foundations of my life the most have been my angel mother and father.  Words cannot express what their live-saving love has done for me.  

To end, I would say there is ample evidence in my life to prove the existence of angels, but it is my faith and God's grace which offer me the chance to claim and ask for their blessings and influence.  I believe it is good for us to ask God to send angels to strengthen our families. It is comforting to know that they are there for us as we are exhausting our own best efforts.  Ask for angels and God will send them. 

Click on the following links related to angels:

Angels In Disguise

Angels are God's Emissaries

The Ministry of Angels by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

A Few of My Many Angels


Dad and Mom
Charlee

Grandma Jennie with Emily
My Children


Grandpa Hayden 



 Our Grandchildren--Cohen and Brielle






Tuesday, February 9, 2016

We are Family

One of my favorite memories is dressing up with my sisters at our annual Thanksgiving talent show and performing a lip sync of "We are Family," by Sisters Sledge.  Let me interject that Disco music has always been a family favorite and tends to turn us into dancing queen wanna-be's.  I even took our obsession one step further by auditioning at a local historical shopping center to be a village witch during Halloween time--a disco witch.  My alter-ego is Disco DieAna, but that is a story for another post.  Back to family!
Disco Die-Ana
Family is everything to me!  I firmly believe that family relationships will continue even after we die, which of course makes them the most important relationships we have here on earth.  This weekend I had the opportunity to go to Roots Tech 2016, a genealogy conference that brings together genealogists and genealogist hopefuls from all over the world.  While I was there with 25,000 plus other people, I felt a very palpable familiarity and sense of love for the people around me.  I felt my Heavenly Father witness to me that we truly are part of one big world family--His family.  Isn't it interesting that the word "familiar" has at its root "family."  When we say to someone, "You look familiar," it's because we feel a connection to them even though we probably have never seen them before--at least not on this earth.  Perhaps the connection comes because we knew them before we were born, or perhaps it is God's way of reminding us that all of us are connected in one world family.  It is this connection which makes the following quote so poignant:  I do not know all the reasons why the circumstances of birth, health, education, and economic opportunities vary so widely here in mortality, but when I see the want among so many, I do know that "there but for the grace of God go I."  I also know that while I may not be my brother's keeper, I am my brother's brother and "because I have been given much, I too must give" (Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, Are We Not All Beggars).  

I used to feel guilty for not doing family history when I was a young mother.  What I realize now is that I was doing something just as important--I was making family history!  We make history every day.  It's hard to believe that the seemingly mundane tasks that I performed as I was raising my six children will be interesting to someone someday, but I believe we learn so much about who we are and why we do the things we do by learning about our ancestors, and someday, inevitably, each of us will fall into the "ancestor" category.  (That's a little heavy to think about.)

I learned a few family history tips that I wish I would have done while I was raising kids that may be helpful for those who still have their children home with them and really don't have time to delve into finding ancestral names and making pedigree charts.  Remember, "to every thing there is a season."  It may be your season to focus on making history rather than finding it.

Tips:
  • Write down the funny things your children say in a notebook with their name on the front.  Trust me, when you get to be my age, the things you thought you'd remember die with the brain cells that contained them!
  • Tell personal stories from your life.  That way your history gets recorded inside the minds and hearts of your children.  Remember, "It's not a story if it's not told."
  • Be authentic.  When keeping a journal or telling a story to your kids, include the tough times and the bad decisions.  Your family needs to know that you are human.  Who knows, they may even learn something that will help them in the future.  Include stories of forgiveness, something that is so needed in this world.  I love this quote, "Forgiveness is not a matter of forgive and forget, but forgive and remember."
  • Tell your children the stories of their ancestors.  Did you know that the top predictor of a child's happiness is that they know about their family history?  Studies have shown that children who know more about their family history are happier and have a greater sense of who they are than those who do not.
  • Write a family mission statement.  Make a list of qualities that your family has when they are their best selves and write them into a short mission statement.  Put it somewhere in your home where your family can see it often.  Not only will this help remind you of the path you want to stay on, it will also become a statement that can be passed down to other generations as a powerful reminder of what their ancestors stood for.
  • Keep a digital collection of your family's pictures throughout the year and then make a "Year in Review" DVD for everyone as a Christmas gift.
  • Record the voices of your parents/grandparents before it is too late.  Have a Q&A session involving your whole family and record or video tape the session.  Here is a link to a wonderful website:  https://storycorps.org.  The interviews on the website contain powerful family stories.  For some time now, StoryCorps has been recording family interviews around the country, and now they have an ap that can help us record our family interviews.
  • A really cool way to get older children excited about their family history is to go to a site called Relative Finder.  You have to establish a Family Search  username and password first so that you can log in.  I tried this site on my sixteen-year-old daugher last night, and suddenly, she became interested in family history!  She discovered that the President Obama is her 10th cousin.  Interestingly enough, she also found that many of those involved in the Salem Witch Trials are her ancestors.  Who knows, maybe Disco Die-ana was genetically inspired!  
I am including below links to my family's "Year in Review" videos for 2014 and 2015.  This is my feeble effort to chronicle pictures of my family and extended family each year.  Sometimes we get the wrong idea about the idyllic life that family videos portray.  Just know that we experience hard times too--times when no one thinks about or wants to take pictures.  However, you will notice in my 2014 video, pictures of my sister Kim, who battled with breast cancer.  This video is a little different because it includes pictures of the Savior lifting and healing.  I think that is what families do best--we are the Savior's hands for each other.
Here are the links:  You are His Hands
                                The Church Family 2015

My challenge this week to myself is that I treasure each day and recognize the power of the present to make the history of the future.