December 21, 2013

Legislating from the bench

Friday, a Federal Judge in Utah overturned the state's constitutional provision that marriage was to be defined as "traditional marriage" between one man and one woman. Utah was compelled to put that into their constitution as a guarantee that polygamy would be stamped out in order to become a state recognized by the Federal Government.

Now, that same Federal Government, at the gavel of an activist judge, has ruled that men can marry men, women can marry women and previous to this, another judge ruled that polygamist relationships where only one is "legal" can exist and the other women can call themselves "wives" so long as they are not applying for a marriage license for all other parties who choose to participate in this unholy alliance.

We have lost our way as a nation.

Like all civilizations before us, we have dwindled in unbelief as a people. We have allowed good to be called evil, championed evil as a necessary "good" and put government dictate ahead of God's commandments in order to appease the evildoers who will continue to demand more and more real estate in our heart and mind until freedom disappears at the behest of the Father of Lies and those who willingly serve him.

It isn't popular to speak the truth. Prophets and those who choose to follow God have been subjected to ridicule, shame, persecution and even death for speaking out against the popular sins of every era. No one wants to be discomfited in their sins. They want to revel in them, bask in their "personal freedom" and tell everyone that differing points of view are biased, old-fashioned, evil and mean-spirited. They want to have legislative support for their wickedness to take the sting and the stench from what they KNOW to be wrong, so that it will be more palatable to them personally, and to those who will follow along not realizing that they are trip trapping down the path to eternal destruction led by the pied pipers of mayhem and wickedness.

Then, when it is truly everlastingly too late, like those desperate swimmers pounding on the sides of the Ark demanding to be let inside, they will perish.

Decent people are always compelled to suffer with those who support iniquity. It has ever been thus. Even if the direct effects of evil are kept at bay, the emotional and spiritual toll that comes as fervent believers in Christ pray for relief of suffering, strength to endure the trials place upon them and the hope of brighter days ahead are not entirely removed or ameliorated.

We pray for those who despitefully use us even as Christ enjoined us to do. But our praying does not always remove the sting and suffering.

We pray for those who are supplanting decency with decadence and hope for a mighty change of heart which may not ever come.

We petition God for relief of the burdens that are ever before our eyes in a society that wants to interpret all of God's words for personal gain, personal satisfaction and personal excuse for pet sins.

Yet we are told to patiently endure - which means plainly there will be something we must needs endure.

Sometimes that stinks.

The spiritual wickedness in high places continues to grow as our nation's moral compass has been trampled under the feet of those entrusted to lead us who have instead abrogated their moral responsibility for the praise and adulation of a sin-sick world.

That does not excuse individuals from choosing the right regardless of circumstances around them. We do not get a 'free pass' to indulge and still claim the moral high ground of a follower of Christ. Matthew 6:24 says it well. No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
The Apostle Paul spoke of our day in the New Testament. In the book of Ephesians, chapter 6, Paul spoke about the conditions in that time and forewarned about the conditions we are seeing in our own day.

In what can best be described as an admonition to arm ourselves with the protection we need in order to survive the world and be able to stand and receive the blessings of the next, Paul instructed:

 10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
 11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
 12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
 13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
 14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
 15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
 16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
 18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;
 19 And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel,
 20 For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.

We are not given to fear. We are given as living witnesses of God at all times, in a things and in all places where we may be. He will give us the words we should speak, the power to say what is needful without being hateful - though the world WILL take it that way because the message will discomfit them - and to preach the word as HE deems it be preached.

That doesn't remove freedom no matter what anyone claims. The Gospel of Jesus Christ provides freedom. It removes the influence of Satan. It breaks the chains with which we are bound down to sin. And it cleanses us from the oppression and guilt that holds us captive in the iniquity that bruises, bloodies and destroys.

Hold fast to that which is good even if others make different choices. God is mindful. We are sent for this time because He trusts us enough to give us the choice of whom we shall list to obey.

Joshua 24:15 ... as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

December 8, 2013

Improbabilities

Life is filled with little moments that just leave you breathless.

College football is a perfect example of that truth as we have witnessed the changing of the guard this year in the SEC.

Perennial powerhouse Alabama was taken from the #1 spot by Auburn this year in an unbelievable last second play - literally - that took everyone including the Auburn faithful by surprise. This is the year of the Tiger and they won the Iron Bowl in dramatic fashion by returning a failed field goal attempt 109 yards for the game winning TD with no time left on the clock.

Now, the heir-apparent Ohio State University team was dethroned by Michigan State as the Spartans tenaciously fought back for the 10 point win thus derailing OSU's opportunity to go to the last BSC title game.

I wonder how this will be blamed on the SEC?

The sour grapes crowd will shout loudly that if a one loss team is allowed the National Championship game that OSU should still get to go to the dance. Cinderella they are not. In their game, the OSU team was more ugly stepsister than belle of the ball. They were often sloppy and mismanaged their play. Their bright spots of scoring were more than erased by the brighter light of the Pasadena bound Spartans who diligently fought back at every chance to bring the game to its thundering conclusion with at 10 point gap at the final buzzer.

FSU trampled Duke and no one in their right mind expected otherwise. The 'Noles have had a winning season from the get-go behind Jameis Winston, their scandal tainted quarterback. Although he has been freed from the charge of rape, many believe that had the team not been bowl bound, the police might have viewed the case and handled things very differently.

Due to the implosion of the OSU team, the improbable has occurred. The Auburn Tigers are now representing the Great State of Alabama in the last BSC National Championship game.

I hope they are able to pull off another miracle win and bring back the crystal ball to Alabama. I truly do.

Regardless of all else in sports, you can always count on the improbable, the unlikely, and the spectacular. Particularly in the SEC.

Bama will get a great bowl game berth and likely the bowls will be jumbled about a bit due to yesterday's wins and losses by the heir apparent OSU.

So we shall see how the rankings place everyone. OSU should drop out of the top 5 and move the markers for the rest of the pack. FSU stays #1 and Auburn is #2 leaving Bama to slide into #3.

Will be interesting to see how the rankings and the bowl possibilities sort themselves out.

All I know is that once again the SEC has proven to be a dominant football conference and the BSC busting FSU 'Noles have emerged as the newest foot to try the crystal slipper. Let's hope the grasp of the beautiful Tigers is sufficient to retain the opportunity to not only dance the dance but celebrate the favor of the Fairy Godfather of Football who most certainly was sprinkling the magic wand around to create both an improbably and impossibly entertaining end to this year's football season.

Now, let's all say "Bibbity bobbity boo and War Eagle!"

December 2, 2013

Dear Denise

Dear Denise Austin,

You kicked my butt, you took my name and you smiled the entire time during BOTH workouts. I'm reasonably sure you don't possess ANY sweat glands as I look like Secretariat in the home stretch and you are still fresh as a daisy.

Fortunately for you, Denise Austin, you are not here in the room with me... because I also SMELL like Secretariat in the home stretch and I am absolutely certain that you are wreathed in some insulating shield of floral scent.

Thank you for the exercise (aka physical torture).

Sincerely,
No name since you took it while kicking my butt

November 12, 2013

Things that make you say "huh?"

Headlines are a fascination for me, not only because their bold print demands attention, but because they are often filled with things that make you say "huh?"


A prime example of this came to my attention when I read the proclamation of the formation of a church... for atheists. I am not a stupid woman. Church is a gathering place for worship of God - however you define that. Atheists do NOT believe in any form of deity, so what exactly is their church and are they worshiping anything? And if it is simply a gathering of like-minded persons who wish to be godless and unchurched and without religion, why call it a "church"?

Do they sing hymns during their worship, or rock and roll anthems extolling the worldly lifestyle choices that Hollyweird has made popular? They don't pray, so I assume they open their gathering in some other fashion. They eschew any mention of Jesus, God, Jehovah, Allah or any other reference to persons they believe to be mythical creations of deluded people.

They proclaim that they are doing good things they've taken from church, but minus the references to God. One article states the following:

"There was so much about it that I loved, but it's a shame because at the heart of it, it's something I don't believe in," [Sanderson] Jones said. "If you think about church, there's very little that's bad. It's singing awesome songs, hearing interesting talks, thinking about improving yourself and helping other people — and doing that in a community with wonderful relationships. What part of that is not to like?" http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/atheist-mega-churches-root-us-world-20845796



The takeaway from his commentary is that people, in and of themselves, are able to generate all of that good without any form of godliness whatsoever.

While I do believe there is good in every man, we differ on our understanding by light years.

During my very religious upbringing, I was taught that the Spirit of God is in every one of His Children and that we are able to access the divine through the workings of that Spirit. That through that access, we can be motivated, strengthened and learn to see beyond self in a profound way that separates us from being mere animals so that we can become the Hands of Christ working in a way that can change lives, uplift and strengthen not only ourselves, but those around us in need of our help.

Everyone born into the world has that same opportunity for God is no respecter of persons and grants the same inheritance to all His children who are willing to obey His commandments and come unto Jesus Christ to be saved.

When you do not believe, where do you go when you die? What real motivation is there for you to do anything good or decent if you believe this is all there is?

Another quote says: "In the U.S., there's a little bit of a feeling that if you're not religious, you're not patriotic. I think a lot of secular people say, 'Hey, wait a minute. We are charitable, we are good people, we're good parents and we are just as good citizens as you and we're going to start a church to prove it," said [Phil] Zuckerman. "It's still a minority, but there's enough of them now."

That impulse, however, has raised the ire of those who have spent years pushing back against the idea that atheism itself is a religion.
"The idea that you're building an entire organization based on what you don't believe, to me, sounds like an offense against sensibility," said Michael Luciano, a self-described atheist who was raised Roman Catholic but left when he became disillusioned.
"There's something not OK with appropriating all of this religious language, imagery and ritual for atheism," said Luciano, who blogged about the movement at the site policymic.com.
http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/atheist-mega-churches-root-us-world-20845796?page=2


I must admit that I find myself equally puzzled. If you don't want the style and substance, why copy it? Why create the warm fuzzy feeling - or a shadowy reflection of same - when you have absolutely no intention of truly worshiping ANYTHING or ANYONE? It is more a club meeting than anything else. To call it church is a deliberate provocation and invitation to sin.

A quote by Thomas Payne begins to bring light to the confusion.

Thomas Paine said, “What is it we want to know? Does not the creation, the universe we behold, preach to us the existence of an Almighty power, that governs and regulates the whole? And is not the evidence that this creation holds out to our senses infinitely stronger than anything we can read in a book that any imposter might make or call the word of God? As for morality, the knowledge of it exists in every man’s conscience.” (In God We Trust, ed. Norman Cousins, New York, Harper and Brothers, 1958, p. 1.)

I believe the answer lies in people simply turning a deaf ear to their own conscience because other choices have become more appealing.

The Apostle Paul forewarned of this time when he said: “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.” (2 Tim. 4:3–4.)

We hear much of "tolerance" in our modern era. The word itself has been sore abused and twisted to meet the requirements of a people who's ears are becoming deaf to the whispering of the Spirit. Dallin H. Oaks spoke of this in an address given September 11, 2011.
"It is well to worry about our moral foundation. We live in a world where more and more persons of influence are teaching and acting out a belief that there is no absolute right and wrong, that all authority and all rules of behavior are man-made choices that can prevail over the commandments of God. Many even question whether there is a God.

"The philosophy of moral relativism, which holds that each person is free to choose for himself what is right and wrong, is becoming the unofficial creed for many in America and other Western nations. At the extreme level, evil acts that used to be localized and covered up like a boil are now legalized and paraded like a banner. Persuaded by this philosophy, many of the rising generation—youth and young adults—are caught up in self-serving pleasures, pagan painting and piercing of body parts, foul language, revealing attire, pornography, dishonesty, and degrading sexual indulgence. ...
On the foundation belief in right and wrong, there is an alarming contrast between the older and the younger generations. According to survey data of two decades ago, “79 percent of American adults [believed] that ‘there are clear guidelines about what’s good and evil that apply to everyone regardless of the situation.’”4 In contrast, a more recent poll of college seniors suggests that “three-quarters of [them] believe that the difference between right and wrong is relative.”5

"Many religious leaders teach the existence of God as the Ultimate Lawgiver, by whose action certain behavior is absolutely right and true and certain other behavior is absolutely wrong and untrue.6 Bible and Book of Mormon prophets foresaw this time, when men would be “lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God” (2 Timothy 3:4) and, indeed, when men would deny God (see Jude 1:4; 2 Nephi 28:5; Moroni 7:17; D&C 29:22).

"In this troubled circumstance, we who believe in God and the corollary truth of absolute right and wrong have the challenge of living in a godless and increasingly amoral world. In this circumstance, all of us—and especially you of the rising generation—have a duty to stand up and speak up to affirm that God exists and that there are absolute truths His commandments establish.

"In doing so, we Latter-day Saints rely on the truth we sing in the hymn I quoted earlier:

The pillar of truth will endure to the last,
And its firm-rooted bulwarks outstand the rude blast
And the wreck of the fell tyrant’s hopes.7

"As I face this audience of committed young people, I know that some of you may be wondering why I am speaking about what is obvious to you and what, you might assume, is obvious to others. Recall the survey data I mentioned earlier, suggesting that about three-quarters of all college seniors believe the difference between right and wrong is relative.

"I have chosen to speak about truth because teachers in schools, colleges, and universities are teaching and practicing relative morality. This is shaping the attitudes of many young Americans who are taking their places as the teachers of our children and the shapers of public attitudes through the media and popular entertainment. This philosophy of moral relativism denies what millions of believing Christians, Jews, and Muslims consider fundamental, and this denial creates serious problems for all of us. What believers should do about this introduces the second of my twin subjects: Tolerance.

"Tolerance is defined as a friendly and fair attitude toward unfamiliar opinions and practices or toward the persons who hold or practice them. As modern transportation and communication have brought all of us into closer proximity to different peoples and different ideas, we have greater need for tolerance. When I was a young adult, about 60 years ago, it was only in books and magazines that most Americans were exposed to great differences in cultures, values, and peoples. Now we experience such differences in television and the Internet, through travel, and often in personal interactions in our neighborhoods and the marketplace.

"This greater exposure to diversity both enriches our lives and complicates them. We are enriched by associations with different peoples, which remind us of the wonderful diversity of the children of God. But diversities in cultures and values also challenge us to identify what can be embraced as consistent with our gospel culture and values and what cannot. In this way diversity increases the potential for conflict and requires us to be more thoughtful about the nature of tolerance. What is tolerance, when does it apply, and when does it not apply?

"This is a harder question for those who affirm the existence of God and absolute truth than for those who believe in moral relativism. The weaker one’s belief in God and the fewer one’s moral absolutes, the fewer the occasions when the ideas or practices of others will confront one with the challenge to be tolerant. For example, an atheist has no need to decide what kinds and occasions of profanity or blasphemy can be tolerated and what kinds should be confronted. Persons who don’t believe in God or in absolute truth in moral matters can see themselves as the most tolerant of persons. For them, almost anything goes. “You do your thing, and I’ll do my thing” is the popular description. This belief system can tolerate almost any behavior and almost any persons.

"Unfortunately, some who believe in moral relativism seem to have difficulty tolerating those who insist that there is a God who should be respected and certain moral absolutes that should be observed." http://www.lds.org/broadcasts/article/ces-devotionals/2011/01/truth-and-tolerance?lang=eng&query=atheist

I believe strongly in our moral agency and our ability to choose the course our life will follow. I also believe that we should be tolerant, but that we owe  no one our allegiance but our God. To bow down and support evil is wrong. People are free to use their moral agency in a way that will break them against the commandments of God. They are free to abuse themselves in a fruitless pursuit for happiness that is of the world but not lasting in eternity. But they are not free to compel me to support their actions, to uphold behaviors that are evil or to support iniquity.

Church
is not just a social club or civic organization. To bring it down to that level robs it of the sacred and sanctifying purpose that it can achieve and bring about in our lives. Church is NOT the "hang out" spot, nor is it just a building.

Church, as I have been taught as defined by Jesus Christ, is the gathering of His people to worship God the Father in the name of Jesus Christ. To have the opportunity to be cleansed from our sins, to be washed clean, to be renewed and to gather strength in the fellowship of the saints of God.

While
a social organization can be friendship unending, it cannot save.

The civic clubs can be fun, but they cannot sanctify.

And though we all enjoy the activities with our community friends, none of them can make us complete, whole and fulfill the measure of our creation under God.


I simply am unable and frankly unwilling to wrap my head around a life that is all style and flash but no substance or salvation.

I NEED God. Every second, every minute, every hour of every day. There have been too many great and small manifestations in my life of His constant
love and care for me to slip into a worldly construct about what church is and how it functions.

I have been richly blessed time and time again by the overwhelming love of my Savior, who as God's Only Begotten Son, put Himself into
my place to atone for me so that I could become complete and whole and free through His merits, mercy, grace and love.

Though
the world is free to make their choices, as Joshua of old I solemnly and reverently declare "as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord". I make mistakes in life, but I know Who is Able to help me become free and clean from them.

God bless those who wander in the world of politically correct thoughts and behaviors. And help me to be an example of the believers in all that I do and say.




October 29, 2013

Bringing up the rear and walking in the dust

I have found myself being very reflective on my walks. Today, I was pondering over the pioneers who literally left their known world and stepped out onto the vast and empty westward lands headed for an unknown but hoped for Zion. There were no GPS navigational units, rather, they had something more accurate to pinpoint their way - their faith.

We look often upon paintings of that westward migration seeing the landscape dotted with the white canvas sails of prairie schooners, some painted and others humble aging wood but all pointed relentlessly toward the setting sun and a future alien to all they had previously experienced to that point in their lives.

There is something almost majestic in the artist's conception of those weary but hopeful faces leading the wagon train. Theirs is an indomitable courage etched into aching muscles and sunburned faces.

But what of those bringing up the rear?

While I was walking along today, my mind was filled with one of my favorite hymns. As I sang along with the lyrics causing dogs to bark and squirrels to flee, the words spoke to me rather personally.

On this day of joy and gladness,
Lord, we praise thy holy name;

In this sacred place of worship,

We thy glories loud proclaim!
Alleluia, Alleluia,

Bright and clear our voices ring,

Singing songs of exultation

To our Maker, Lord, and King!All too often, we focus on the folks in the front without giving much regard to those who were last in the line, perhaps still just as determined, still just as joyful and still just as dedicated but unheralded simply because they were not first across the arbitrary finish line of mortal success.

But what of those bringing up the rear and walking in the dust?

Well, the more I pondered the more hymns flooded my mind.

Does the journey seem long,
the path rugged and steep?
Are there briars and thorns on the way?
Do sharp stones cut your feet
As you struggle to rise
to the heights thru the heat of the day?

Is your heart faint and sad,
Your soul weary within,
As you toil ‘neath your burden of care?
Does the load heavy seem
You are forced now to lift?
Is there no one your burden to share?

Were they worried about their place in the kingdom because they weren't "first"? Or were they more concerned about finishing the journey through their sorrows and cares?

I am setting no land speed records. Those who move much faster than I do are given a wave and a smile and I plod along as best as I can in my own circumstances unencumbered by the expectation of finishing "first". Indeed, my expectation is not first place, but FINISHING the race that I have been called by God to complete.

Just as those weary pioneers of bygone days walking in whatever measured step they could, I do what my body allows on any given day.

I well remember the first day of this particular long-term trek of rehabilitation. I walked FOUR STEPS.

That's it.

Just four.

But for that day at that time, those four steps were a mammoth undertaking.

We tend to compare our worst to someone else and their best. We forget that none of us starts a thousand mile journey at the finish line and instead bemoan our lack of progress when compared to others who's trials we cannot see or fully comprehend.

God the Father didn't care that my first attempt was four steps. He only cared that I made the attempt and did all I could. He didn't care that others could do more. He didn't berate me for not equaling the task mastered by those further along or with differing struggles.

God smiled on my efforts.

Today, I walked the furthest I have been able to muster since that fateful accident of March 17, 2013.

Today, I carried my little handcart of faith for 2.87 miles. I may not have been the fastest walker in the neighborhood today, nor was I in danger of breaking any Olympic qualifying times.

But there is one thing I can guarantee you - I was faster and went further than any day that I have done before.

I ended my walk today singing "Press Forward Saints". That hymn has significance in many ways, but seemed particularly appropriate for today.

Press forward, Saints, with steadfast faith in Christ,

With hope's bright flame alight in heart and mind,

With love of God and love of all mankind.

 

(Chorus)

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

 

Press forward, feasting on the word of Christ.

Receive his name, rejoicing in his might.

Come unto God; find everlasting light.

 

Press on, enduring in the ways of Christ.

His love proclaim thru days of mortal strife.

Thus saith our God: "Ye have eternal life!"


I pondered again those last in the line pioneers. I can imagine both their earthly and their heavenly welcome as family and friends gathered around cheering them on to their final destination, excitedly proclaiming that they had been praying for them and encouraging them along every step of the way.

It's not a contest between us and them.

It's a battle between our deepest desire and our personal difficulties. Everyone has trials. Everyone has challenges and everyone has their own pioneer journey to make in this mortal life.

Let's not compare. Instead, we can become cheerleaders for the efforts of our brothers and sisters.

We are ALL God's children and He wants us ALL to come home to Him.

It doesn't matter how we finish - first, last or in the middle. It only matters THAT we finish.

God bless... time to hit the showers and maybe a little Icy Hot.

October 24, 2013

Announcements, announcements, announcements

Of late, I have become quite interested in the multiplicity of ways that people announce their "news" be it good or bad.

Specifically, I've seen lots of people announcing the gender of their soon to be baby via colored cake, colored balloons and other colored mediums that let everyone know what's going on. That's pretty cool.

I've also noticed a not so exciting trend in announcing unfortunate news on Facebook and other social media sites as if everyone should know and pick sides in your personal ongoing drama. That is not so cool. In fact, it is sophomoric.

Dirty laundry used to be quietly dealt with.

Now it is an opportunity to expose the dirt, the grime and the filth  in the most public way possible to excoriate the other people and make yourself appear glorious by comparison.

Enough.

I do not want to see/share in that kind of announcement.

By all means, include me in the public announcements that bring happiness. But please, restrain yourself and RETRAIN yourself to know what is appropriate to share and what just makes you look like a buffoon.


October 21, 2013

Liars, Cheaters and other trifling people

We are all imperfect.

I get that.

I probably lead the parade on the imperfect issue.

However, I become frustrated that people who are placed in leadership capacity are not just imperfect, but spend time and energy justifying why their personal imperfections should be in some sort of protected class that everyone must respect.

Case in point, the scout "leader" who in company with two other "leaders" from his unit managed to destroy some ancient stone monuments in Goblin Valley, Utah then had the temerity to post it to Youtube as if what they did was hilariously funny and laudable.

Then, the one "leader" is now revealed to be seeking disability from the state of Utah for his issues resultant from an automobile accident.

I'll be blunt.

Having just been in a hellacious wreck myself, I cannot imagine using my free time and precious energy to go vandalize public or private property. It does not compute.

What is the thought process that goes into those kinds of actions?

"Hey, I was nearly killed so I'll go destroy something to prove I'm disabled!"


Or maybe this one:

"Because of my leadership position in scouts, I'm above the rules that ordinary people have to obey so destruction of property is okay for me but not for you!"

Then again, there is this trite phrase:

"It's not what you think!"

Justification is a self-induced slippery slope. There is no excuse possible, but we make up one anyway as if it will somehow erase our stupidity, our arrogance and our pride and make our vile actions palatable.

That is not possible.

Either through direct means or through the indirect follow-up of life in general, we pay for every single choice we make whether the results of said choices are good and laudable, or disastrous and bad.

We cannot long escape consequence.

In the eternal scheme of things, all those "leaders" involved in this debacle can and will be forgiven, and they should be. But they should also have to pay the price for their choice to be deliberately stupid then try to cover it up with veiled excuses of why their actions were secretly good and noble even though they might not have started out that way.

That is like driving down the highway and suddenly shifting into reverse at highway speed. You can do that, but likely the results will be neither optimal or desirable.

Destruction of the shared property of our nation is vile. But worse yet is the preening self-justification of grown men now faced with consequences who are teaching actively that they should be excused because they are somehow a benefactor in their actions.

I'm not buying it and neither are the millions of people who have seen the video (yes, the idiots made one!), read the countless articles, or know these men in person and now have reason to doubt their capacity to care for their sons on scout outings.

None of us is immune to consequence. We can lie, cheat, trifle our words and skate around the truth, but God will not be mocked. Eventually, consequence shows up and the payment may be dear. What of those boys, who seeing this in their adolescent state determine that they can do whatever they want to do so long as they create an adequate cover story?

What other monuments and shared landmarks will be destroyed in the name of personal fun?

It's time to restore some integrity, personally and nationally.

Cowboy up, dudes. Accept both the condemnation which you EARNED and the consequences which are most assuredly deserved legally and fiscally for what you have done. Likely, you also deserve some consequences in Scouting.

Only then can you make any semblance of restitution for what you have done and only then can the forgiveness process of others mean anything.

And being truly sorry would be a good first step.

October 11, 2013

Of Infinite Worth

Selling one's self short is a common practice in our society. Whether we do so because we are misinformed about our true worth or because we have chosen to diminish the light we bear within so others will not feel "uncomfortable" in our presence, either way, the world is a darker place because of that choice.

Many women particularly have become masters at the art of selling themselves short.

I do not speak of merely self deprecating speech, false modesty or false humility for accomplishments garnered through the use of God-given talent. Instead, what I think about are those souls who have been sold into a kind of bondage that has falsely been sold to them about who they are because they are women.

Women are a crowning touch on the creations of God. There was a reason God chose to bring His fair daughters to the earth as the last portion of His Divine creation. We are WORTH MUCH to Him. He kept  us in reserve to come forth when the world was ready, when our protector in man was already here to be in place conspicuously for our good.

We are not second class, instead, we are created to be first class. Not above man or the rest of creation, but to be equal to man but granted a defined and distinct purpose that goes beyond the mere physical attributes God divinely appointed to our gender.

We have half of the procreative power within. We need the man to complete that action. The man needs the woman to complete him just as the woman needs the man.

Completion doesn't imply neediness the way the evil world chooses to define it. To need completion means that we recognize our worth, our value and our place in the plan of God as a continuation - a part of perpetuation for this creation.

Selling ourselves short or for a very cheap price means that we do not understand who we really are. It means that we allow - by 'accidental' choice or design - someone or something else to tell us who we are and how much we are worth... or most likely, not worth.

Women have been trapped for generations in the nonsensical belief that they only have worth as defined by someone other than themselves and God. Nudity, promiscuity, vulgarity, coarseness, worldly worship and abandoning the role of nurturer and keeper of home and hearth are all the prices paid to be what the world said we should be. Becoming hard, rough, tough, and without feeling is the result of the price of trying to take an eternal spiritual being on a journey away from God and into the worship of the idol of man and his approval. That never brings true happiness but instead leaves an aching void of emptiness that cannot be filled with twerking, sexting, lewd and crude behavior or allowing our light to be diminished because we are ashamed to live up to our eternal potential.

Man is a creation of God just like Woman is... he isn't any better than us, just different. He has his OWN mortal and moral journey to make. Sometimes he chooses poorly. Just like the Father of Lies, fallen man wants others to share in his misery, so he LIES to women. And for women to take the word of fallen man over the Just and Holy words of our perfect and loving God does NOT make sense.

Mankind - both male and female components - are often petty, jealous, grasping and self-serving. It's the mortal and carnal nature we are striving - or SHOULD BE striving - to overcome to become Godly by CHOICE and action. Sadly, many have fallen victim to the ideology that becoming Godly is so far removed from the realm of possibility that all other substitutes for that pursuit are somehow not only acceptable but worthy of acceptation. THAT IS A LIE. The world would have us believe that we cannot change. The world would have us believe that we are inferior and destined forever to be so. The world tells lies.

Stop listening to that element world!! They would have you sell your sacred birthright for a mess of pottage for their own amusement. They would have you throw away the divine and holy light God has placed within you so that they can laugh when you stumble in the darkness. They are not your friends even if they have money and seem popular. FIND BETTER GUIDES.

Within the creation and the people who inhabit it are beings filled with light BY CHOICE. They are guides along our way - those brothers and sisters who point us toward our better self. They do not mock when we stumble, nor do they place a stumbling block in our path to create our fall. Rather, they are standing as sentinels that point the way toward that which is best, that which is holy, and that which is Godly toward which we may strive.

Do not sell yourself short!!

You are a Child of God - a divinely appointed heir to ALL that He has to give us. Jesus Christ paid for us with His Precious Blood! Don't throw that sacred offering away for the temporary praise of fallen man!

Elaine L. Jack once said, "The world would have you believe that you are of worth only if you have money, a certain physical appearance, sylish clothes, or social position. The gospel assures you that your value is not dependent on your looks or material possessions. … Part of what it means to be a Latter-day Saint is to know within your soul your eternal worth, who you really are, and why you are here on earth."

Barbara Day Lockhart opined, "Our eternal worth is given to us by God; it cannot be manipulated or decreased by anyone. Of course, if we are not living the commandments, we may lose sight of our divine worth and potential. Nevertheless, each soul’s inherent worth is always great in the sight of our loving Heavenly Father. I think that is imperative to know! Worthlessness is not an option for anyone".
John the Beloved taught us of the depth of God’s love: “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins” (1 John. 4:8–10).

We have to live in this world. It is the place we agreed to come as part of our mortal portion of the eternal journey we are on. However, we do NOT have to be "of the world" just because we live in the world. We CAN choose something better.

Just as the prodigal son 'came to himself' after living a shallow life of debauchery and misery and found  himself returning home to his earthly father broken and in need of mending, we are all prodigals seeking our way home to our Eternal Father in Heaven and seeking His healing hand upon the brokenness of our lives.

We are of infinite worth to Him. God the Father and His Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ WANT us. They desire that we return home to their presence to live with them.

Russell M. Nelson spoke of our infinite worth when he stated, "A worthy woman personifies the truly noble and worthwhile attributes of life. A faithful woman can become a devoted daughter of God—more concerned with being righteous than with being selfish, more anxious to exercise compassion than to exercise dominion, more committed to integrity than to notoriety. And she knows of her own infinite worth".

"Important lessons about her divine mission may be learned from women of the scriptures. Mother Eve was a great example. She labored beside her husband as a partner. They both knew the plan of salvation. They both heeded commandments of obedience to God. Likewise, she prayed for divine guidance. She bore children. She taught the gospel to them. (See Moses 5:1–12; D&C 138:39.)

Sarah, in becoming the mother of Isaac in her advanced years, verified that nothing is “too hard for the Lord.” (Genesis 18:14.)

Mary, mother of our Redeemer, was the perfect example of complete submission to the will of God. (See Luke 1:38.) She kept confidences. (See Luke 2:19.) In faith, she endured grief. (See John 20:11.)The stories of these and other scriptural heroines show that women are essential in God’s plan for His children".

"So much is expected of a woman. Often she is a detective; she must search for lost articles and solve on a daily basis baffling “who done it” mysteries. Frequently, her eager audience requests her talent as a musician by calling upon her to sing—any time, any place. She is an artist, using crayons and coloring books, needles and thread, or other means to create works of art by her own hands. (See Psalms 90:17; D&C 42:40.) During the early life of most children, a woman is the principal disciplinarian. She treads the tightrope of judgment between being too strict or too permissive.
Mother is “secretary of labor” for her home. She teaches the work ethic with its responsibilities and rewards".

"A woman is a master communicator. And she communicates best in humble prayer. How many of us first learned to pray beside the bended knees of our mothers? Surely she knows that her children can walk alone only when they have found their pathway to Father in Heaven through prayer.

Certainly, a woman is a teacher. Someone said, “When you teach a boy, you teach an individual, but when you teach a girl, you teach a whole generation.”

J. Edgar Hoover said that “the cure of crime is not the electric chair but the high chair” (in Emerson Roy West, comp., Vital Quotations, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1968, p. 78.)
I honor women who are not mothers. They know that motherhood is but one of the realms of womankind. The virtue and intelligence of women are uniquely applicable to other realms as well, such as compassionate service and teaching.

I am indebted to so many wonderful men and women who were my teachers. From grade school, I remember Miss Crow, Miss McLean, Miss Starr, and others. Later, Miss Bradford, Miss Cunningham, and Miss Snow were among my favorites. They were modest, gracious, and moral examples. They were not concerned with what I was to acquire, but with what I was to become. These marvelous unmarried teachers exerted an influence distinct from that of my angel mother. Their gleaming hopes, vicarious ambitions, and exacting demands were vitally important to my preparation for life.

A wise woman renews herself. In proper season, she develops her talents and continues her education. She musters the discipline to reach her goals. She dispels darkness and opens windows of truth to light her way.

A woman teaches priorities by precept and example. Recently I watched a television program in which a female lawyer was being interviewed. She was at home with her child on a full-time basis. When asked of her decision, she replied, “Oh, I may go back to the law sometime, but not now. For me, the issue is simple. Any lawyer could take care of my clients, but only I should be the mother of this child.”

Such a decision is made not in terms of rights but in terms of obligations and responsibilities. She knows that as she rises to meet responsibilities, rights will take care of themselves".
A righteous woman is a student of the scriptures. Many apply uniquely to her life. (See Gen. 27:46; Psalms 113:9; Proverbs 31:10–31; Ephesians 5:22–33; Col. 3:18; Titus 2:3–5; Jacob 3:7; Mosiah 4:14—16; D&C 25.) In the scriptures she finds “great treasures of knowledge, even hidden treasures.” (D&C 89:19.)
She need not have majored in physics to know divine truths, as “there is no such thing as immaterial matter.” (D&C 131:7.) She need not have graduated in astronomy to learn lessons taught by God to Abraham—the relation of the earth to the sun, the sun to the planets, the planets to the center of the universe, and more. (See Abraham 3.) When she sings “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are,” she knows scriptural answers".

Of course, there are times when a woman’s ability to endure is taxed to the limit. A teacher may have had enough of childish pranks, or a mother might be heard to say she’s “ready to resign.” She could become discouraged, especially if comparing herself unrealistically to others or focusing on what she is to do instead of on what she is to be.

Her self-esteem cannot be based on physical features, possession or lack of a particular talent, or comparative quantities of anything. Her self-esteem is earned by individual righteousness and a close relationship with God. Her outward glow is generated by goodness within. And her patience is much more apparent than any imperfection. (See D&C 67:13.)

Sweet serenity is found in fervent prayer. Then, we forget ourselves and remember the reaching hands of the Savior, who said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matt. 11:28.) As our burdens are shared with Him, they do become lighter.
Feelings of worth come when a woman follows the example of the Master. Her sense of infinite worth comes from her own Christlike yearning to reach out with love, as He does.

When her husband, children, grandchildren, nieces, or nephews return from a day marred by the world’s rude realities, a loving woman can say, “Come unto me. I will give you rest.” Wherever she is can become a sanctified place, safe from the storms of life. Refuge is there because of her ability to nurture and to love unconditionally.

Sometimes this true love necessarily takes the tone of tough love. Her lessons of obedience and accountability must resemble those of her Master, who said, “If ye love me, keep my commandments.” (John 14:15; see also Ex. 20:6; Deut. 5:10; Mosiah 13:14; D&C 46:9; D&C 124:87.)

The Good Shepherd said, “Feed my lambs.” (John 21:15.) So a woman feeds her loved ones, providing succor and sustenance just as the Savior would do. Her divine gift is to nurture, to help the young, to care for the poor, to lift the brokenhearted.

The Lord said, “My work and my glory [is] to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” (Moses 1:39.) So His devoted daughter-disciple may truly say, “My work and my glory is to help my loved ones reach that heavenly goal.”

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.

Her saintly calling is opposed by Satan. He would shatter the family unit and demean the worth of woman. He would triumph if one man would offend or fail to honor her, or if one woman would deny her infinite worth and behave beneath her dignity. The vulgar portrayal of her beauty as an object of lust, the vile invasion of her private purity, should provoke righteous indignation from all caring people.
The gospel has been restored in these latter days so that the light of the Lord can prevail over efforts of the adversary. This day has long been prophesied. The Lord has promised worthy Saints of our time: “Upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.” (Joel 2:29.)

A woman’s richest rewards will come as she rises to fulfill her destiny as a devoted daughter of God. To all faithful Saints He has promised thrones, kingdoms, principalities, glory, immortality, and eternal lives. (See Rom. 2:7; D&C 75:5; D&C 128:12, 23; D&C 132:19.) That is the potential for women in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It is exalting, everlasting, and divine.

God bless us to honor each woman in her divine mission as a woman of infinite worth, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen".

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE! REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE! AND MOST OF ALL, REMEMBER THAT YOU MATTER!

September 26, 2013

What are you looking for?

The conundrum of what is being sought relative to what is being offered is one that has plagued mankind since Adam and Eve left the Garden of Eden's relative peace and calm for the jangled world of making our own way amid briers, thorns and noxious weeds of a world less than paradisaical.

When job hunters are trying to find work at a pay level sufficient to keep a modest roof overhead, feed them more than once a month and pay their bills, they hope the skill set they offer will be appreciated for what it is - a work in progress.

The pinch is the oldest rub of them all 'you have to HAVE experience to GET experience'. Even in the most mundane of employment circumstance, the ability to show you have done more with your life than sit around scratching your indecisive ass is essential lest your application for employment wind up filed away in the circular file.

For those who have real world work experience, the issue is more like 'sure, you have experience - but it is the wrong kind, not enough, or too different' in order to qualify for the employment opportunity.

How did our world get so very skewed as to believe that everyone could accept a position and from day one in said posting never have to be educated on how that company choses to operate, what methods differ from what you've experienced previously and at a pay barely above the poverty line even for a highly qualified person?

Don't know the answers... just know there is a problem.

We keep praying and searching for a job for Rick. It may well turn into a job search for me as well in due time.

The question still remains "what are you looking for?" and so far, we don't seem to be "IT".

September 22, 2013

PULLING TOGETHER

A man was lost while driving through the country. As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep into the mud. So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.

“Warwick can get you out of that ditch,” said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating, “Yep, old Warwick can do the job.”

The man figured he had nothing to lose. The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car. With a snap of the reins, he shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull Warwick!”

And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.

The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, “Why did you call all of those names before you called Warwick?”

The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.”

Why do I share this?

We tend to have blinders on from time to time regarding just who is helping us or "pulling with us".

Merely knowing that people are there to pull for or with us is NOT enough.

We must have open and unapologetic gratitude for them lest they decide they are not valued in our lives and move on without us to hamper them in their own pursuits by our lack of attention to them.

Although we often remember to thank the visible people in our lives, we can be lax in remembering to thank those no longer in our sight. To begin the list, God should be thanked first, last and always. For it is only in and through His mercy, merits and grace that any of  us - from the lowly to the proud - even exist in life.

We should be grateful to Christ Jesus for his Atonement in our behalf. Were there only one of us in need of  His aid, He would have still willingly paid the price in His precious blood. He would not have looked upon our plight and said "nope, there is just the one, so never mind". He Atoned for us as individuals out of pure love.

Then, we should think upon the chain of family that conspired to create us. Whether famous or infamous, noble or ordinary work-a-day people, our family is the one unit of people who deserve our gratitude for giving us the opportunity of living.

While it is true that we don't get to pick our family, most of  us ARE blessed to have a good one that is there for us, prays for us, supports us and most of all encourages us to reach for the best that is within us. They are our first and best friends, our greatest cheerleaders through good times and bad, and the most ardent advocates in our behalf when the world walks away.

We need to remember we are not without friends as well. These are the additions to family whom we choose to add by heart. They are the supporters that joined the game late, but who cheer no less fervently for our success. They can be considered the "transfer students" to our school of life. They may come to stay or they may yet transfer away, but while they are a presence in your life, appreciate them and learn from them sifting the good and worthy from that which is chaff.

Pulling together, we can shift the orbit of a sin sick world. Pulling together, we can petition for and expect to receive miracles where only darkness existed before. Pulling together, we can lift ourselves and those around us to a  higher plane of being by simply seeing and being openly grateful for those named and unnamed souls willing to be hitched with us to pull together through the eternities that stretch out before us and also behind us with those people who lived and died long before our birth.  We are not alone. And isn't that a blessing?

Thank God for pulling together with us and for pulling us together... it is through Him that our puny efforts are made complete through Jesus Christ. They make our efforts whole.



September 4, 2013

Wars and Rumors of War

We seem bent on the destruction of our world and the people God created to populate it.

I am frustrated by the idea that any time there is a problem in the world that we are, as Americans, the policemen who must go in and sort it out.

Syria is fighting a civil war and using biological weapons on their own citizens. It was provided by us, Britain, Russia and a host of others known and unknown to facilitate the process of war.

There was a line in the movie "The Da Vinci Code" where the old man behind the violence seeking to have his 15-minutes of fame explains the art of war using the blade and challis symbology.

Robert Langdon: The ancient male symbol was the blade, it's a basic phallus. It's still used today on military uniforms.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, and the more penises you have, the higher your rank. Boys will be boys! 


So there we have it... war explained in graphic detail. It is usually about who has the biggest penis as demonstrated through missiles, bullets, bayonets death and who wants to show off their power by making someone else powerless and abused so the party of the first part feels better about themselves.

I'm tired of these little boy war games. I'm sick of the carnage, the bloodshed, the waste and the horror.

Mostly I am tired of the people who could make contributions to the betterment of our world being massacred and brutalized by those who are exercising the art of war and domination rather than using their position to better the lives of their citizens.

And I am sick to death of the people in our nation ignoring the needs of our own people in favor of being involved in yet another overseas bloodbath that will leave widows and orphans and grieving parents and siblings in our nation for the benefit of people not willing to fight for their OWN freedom from oppression.

You cannot GIVE someone freedom. It has to be earned by every generation. Those unwilling to fight to preserve it and who allow mamby pamby legislators to rob them of it under the guise of "safety" do so to the peril of the very freedom they claim to treasure.

Our nation is running headlong into socialism and communism as fast as they can. While many of us see the signs and protest and vote otherwise, those loudest voices screaming for iniquity are currently winning the charge.

Although the battle for the souls of men has long been waged for generations, we are in the winding up scenes of this earth. The outcome has been determined and we have been promised through prophecy that the battle that Satan is currently waging will be won by Almighty God and Jesus Christ.

We are not exempt from the suffering and hardships being had all around us. Nor are we guaranteed safety of the body. In the words of Gladys Aylward, "my faith does not guarantee safety of the body, but rather the safety of the soul". She knew about war and violence and oppression from living and working in China during the  Sino-Japanese war and from seeing the disgusting and vile practices of the wealthy, the powerful and the controlling that were foisted upon the people through communist and wicked domination and self-seeking rules that punished the common and lowly and exalted the wealthy and powerful.

I am not perfect, but I long for a perfect society that sees the worth of the soul above all else. I am not pure, but I long for a world where the pure in heart are in charge and a world where though I love imperfectly, that the charitable Christ-like love of God is made manifest in every action.

My son Thomas and his lovely wife Tianna are expecting their first child. I want the world to be a lovely and gentle place for that precious Child of God to inherit. I want them to live in a place where God is recognized not shoved aside for the worship of that which is impure and unclean. I want them to  have a world that is Godly and good.

Mostly, I want for every hungry, needy, naked soul to find respite, rest and refreshment to their body and their soul. Were it in my power to offer it... I would.

God bless us all if it is right that He should do so.

August 28, 2013

Sweepstakes, Lotteries and Fantasy Spending Sprees

While I "may already be a winner", I have NOT, in fact, actually received any loot.

I'd like some.

I know what I would do with it down to the last dime. And I promise that it would not be stupid.

After the tax man cometh to taketh away what they would take... and it would be a sizable bite because I lack both cronies and lobbyists, I would have to make shift with the leavings.

I can do that. I know how to use coupons and how to shop for bargains.

I'd donate to my church. They have been good to me as representatives of God and it is only right that I give back.

I'd pay of everything we owed and put money into savings for Jared's perpetual needs.

I'd buy a new van for him with every possible bell and whistle for his comfort and safety. And based on my recent accident experience, I think I'd jam it down inside a tank so we'd have some added protection against the careless, the drunk, the lunatics and the weirdos of the world. Plus, that gun turret would come in handy in heavy traffic.

Then, I would build us the house of our dreams on a little holding of land so we would have a permanent garden space, a small greenhouse and a place to plant fruit trees. With the kind of loot they are promising that I might have already won, we could provide jobs for others to help manage our little farm.

And, because I believe education is important, I'd pay for some scholarships and also some married student housing to be built at the schools of my choosing.

More later.... hold your breath... no, DON'T hold it. I might be a while...

August 12, 2013

Lunacy on parade

Being at home a majority of the time since the wreck has turned me into a nutjob. I'm reasonably sure I am now qualified for one of those redneck reality shows since my IQ has most certainly dropped several notches.

While I am thankful to be much more mobile and agile than I have been, my strength flags pretty quickly sometimes and catches me off guard and needing a nap.

Some days, even after an alleged good night's sleep, my reactions are not quite up to snuff.

Today is one of those days.

As a prime example, I offer the following:

You know you have lost your mind when you stretch your foot out, feel something fuzzy and warm on the floor, freak out and scream, then look down to realize it was one of your socks. That you just took off. Yeah. Lunatic alert.
I didn't intend for today to become an example of just how crazy my five senses have become or what kind of psychic overload that can occur. But there you have it.

Now I am compelled to find the psychological term for fear of warm fuzzy socks. Bambakophobia is apparently fear of cotton material, which is what my socks are knitted from... let's keep searching...

Haptodysphoria is described as a fear of fuzzy things like velvet, raw cotton, peaches, carpet... okay, still looking...

Thermophobia. Fear of warm things.

So, here we have it. A classifiable psychological issue ... (of course searching for it is also a classifiable psychological disorder)

Thermohaptodysphoribanbakophobia. Fear of warm, fuzzy socks.


So now you know.

Protect yourself from this disorder. And the lunacy that accompanies it.


Bambakophobia
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August 1, 2013

1.8 and counting

Sweat fest of August 1st is in the books happy campers. I worked myself hard to eek out more on the road today. Completed 1.8 miles. I know to look at that number represents a LOT of hard work over a few weeks to get here.

I'm not done.

Not by a long shot.

It still hurts. Every single day.

But I have dealt with pain for almost 29 years. I laugh in the face of pain. Well, sometimes I cry in the face of pain, but I try my best to not let that be an excuse.

Diligently applying the philosophy of "some pain okay - lots of pain take a break". It  has been kind of interesting as I think of people who were in much worse circumstances that I am trudging across the plains in their old fashioned shoes or worse their bare feet over unbroken sod and sage grasses. They didn't even have an iPod of tunes to help them find a beat and march to its tempo. They didn't have New Balance shoes or Dr. Scholl's insoles. Fact is, most of them were really lucky to even have shoes at all by the time they reached their destination.

As I sweat the drops of water down my face, chest and back, I am often reminded of the promise I made myself lying in the  hospital with tubes and IV's jammed through me. I told myself that I could make it through this. That I had survived for a reason. And that it MATTERED that I was still here on this earth. So, like that 18 day old baby decades ago who threw her little fist up into the air as if to tell the doctor "I AM STILL HERE!", I resolved that though this may be a pretty big pill to swallow, I would hammer at it blow by blow and take it down in incremental doses until I manage with the help of Almighty God to endure it.

I don't just want to endure... that sounds a lot like eating rutabagas and pretending you like it. I'd rather come out of this all with some kind of physical and spiritual trophy. That's not a good word for it, but I hope you know what I mean. Come out of this circumstance not of my choosing with something to show for it, to share with others, something that maybe can help another person when they are facing a personal Goliath.

Well, I reckon I have polluted the air with my stench long enough. I'll drag myself to the shower and come out when I'm thoroughly pruney.

God bless and just keep walking.


July 20, 2013

Time passes

It's now July 20th, our ward pioneer day barbecue and softball game is in the books and I am still grappling with the attempt to balance the need for exercise with the pain I am still "enjoying".

Since I started walking again, I have done 28.95 miles. And yes, I am tracking it.

That is nothing to those lithe figures running up and down my street each day. It is mere pittance to those gazelle like creatures who bound about from place to place running marathons, half marathons and triathlons for fun and sometimes profit and glory.

But to me, it represents a great deal. It means I am still moving. I am still trying. I am still HERE.

Though I am not able to pull those miles in like ribbon on a spool, I am trying to at least begin tugging on that ribbon of highway that Woody Guthrie sang about so long ago. Is it better to start reeling it in fast and perhaps give up in the attempt, or to just keep trying?

I hope the second is the answer because I plan to keep trying.

Every day, I am trying to balance pain and activity. One without the other doesn't seem possible right now. I hope that will change over time.

For now, I am basking in the glory of possibility. Just a few months ago, the very idea of even trying to stand up seemed as remote as the moon. Now, I am able to walk over a mile and a half without stopping.

So I blog the progress and the process.

Hope. It's all I hang on to some days. But I am thankful for that tenuous grasp on the possible.

June 22, 2013

Adding up to a marathon

I have been building up the distances I walk. Yesterday, over two sessions, I walked a mile and 3/10ths.

This morning, I am happy to say that I was able, with the addition of a couple of breaks for breathers and a stretch or two, to complete a FULL MILE in one session. It took me 30 minutes.

Yeah me!

While I know that isn't a big deal to some people, it means the world to me. It means that prayers are being answered and that God is paying attention to little old me. It means that I matter.

I intend to do more in the second session after supper tonight. I figure cumulative totals add up and help the process along.

I'm trying my best to get to the place I was before where a 6 mile walk was no big deal.

This truly isn't about time for me.

It is all about finishing.

I don't care if I am last, so long as I cross the finish line goals that I set for myself incrementally over time.

This has been a setback to be sure, but it need not be a roadblock unless I allow it to be. And since I am well known for hiking over fences, slipping beyond "DO NOT ENTER" signs and worming my way into "UNAUTHORIZED AREAS" without much shame, I do not intend to let this hiccup in the journey become final OR fatal.

God has preserved me for a purpose and I intend to find out how He wants to use my life to His service.

In the meantime, I'll just keep singing that Tim McGraw song "How Bad Do You Want It" and putting one foot in front of the other.

June 18, 2013

3 months

Yesterday was 3 months to the day from the accident.

I am walking a bit further every few days trying to get my body back into sync with locomotion, and no, I am not referring to the dance sung about by Grand Funk Railroad. If I could move that way, I wouldn't consider that I had any difficulties.

While I was out this morning, it was sticky humid and threatening rain. There were all kinds of little animals waking up to start their day and look for a bite of something to eat. Huffing and puffing my way along, I could swear they were giving me the evil eye as if to say "What the heck is that wheezing all about?"

When the wild animals know you are wheezing, it is an issue.

Fortunately, I have been increasing my left lung's capacity over time and can hold out my note for a while when I sing. It's been a while since I could hold out for a sustained time and I was beginning to worry that my breath support would never return. You never know and you can't ever take anything for granted.

The really sharp pains on inhaling have stopped (knock on wood!) and I only get twinges in my left thoracic cavity from time to time now. That constant ache is done!! Woo hoo me!

My strength comes and goes. Some days are definitely better than others and some nights I actually sleep in my bed. That isn't something I can take for granted because positional issues and numbness or pain are still part of the battle.

I can cook meals now so long as I don't try anything too complicated. I can do laundry so long as I am not in a big rush. Jared and I have been staying home by ourselves for a couple of weeks and doing okay. Sometimes he likes to fight me when I have to change his pants and that gets pretty tiresome even though HE is having a hilariously good time at my expense. He doesn't understand and I get that.

So I'm improving. Day by day by day... and one day, hopefully soon, I will wake up without hurting and be able to take on my life without so many limitations.

I have come to appreciate the marginal level of living that permanently disabled people must endure. Even those who are more capable of doing for themselves are often sidelined by the realities of a world that doesn't truly accommodate because it hasn't become personal.

God has blessed me and I am thankful. I'm trying to show it by not being too impatient and too demanding. I don't know that I succeed in my desire to be grateful. Frankly, there are some moments where things hurt and my frustration level gets the best of me. For those I am truly sorry.

Lamenting what has happened only serves to make things worse and harder to bear up under and hope to improve. What's done is done. I'm  just glad to be on this side of the long, dirt nap.

But now, we continue forward. I hope Dr. Leberte will be surprised on the 28th of June when I walk into his office unaided. Because I fully intend to keep pushing and working so that I can get back to my daily walking routine. I want to grab onto that 3.2 miles and push toward 6 or 7 again. I won't run them. And that's okay. Running doesn't have to figure into the equation. I don't know that I'd be up to it anyway. But I can walk.

The "being last" thing used to really bother me. Now I realize that being last over the line means you STILL finished the race. It's not about the other participants so much as it is about myself anyway. And if I finish the race - MY race - then I've done okay.

I'm still standing. And I plan to keep putting one foot in front of the other every day I can.

June 3, 2013

I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm walking...

Cruising the counter tops, furniture and doorknobs of my home, I am now proud to say I can walk all over my house WITHOUT a walker. Some days hurt worse than others, but I'm up on my own two feet again walking slowly and carefully.

Yesterday, in fairness to my ability to manage at home okay, but still unsure in groups, I took the walker so that I could practice walking around in a crowd. I took myself to the bathroom and walked around in the lobby when I got cold then attended choir practice by making my way up the little ramp to the podium.

I earned a nap yesterday and I'm not too proud to admit that I took it for all it was worth.

This morning, I did four laps in the driveway. Hard as I was sore from yesterday, but necessary. Otherwise you stiffen up to the point you can't move at all and that is never good.

I've been out on my under carport deck this morning. I walked out carefully and held onto the hand rail. I'm trying to increase my stamina and my range day by day.

My goal, given to me by Dr. Leberte, is to walk into the doctor's office unaided on June 28th. I'm working toward that diligently. I don't want to spend the rest of my life needing a wheelchair or other devices to get around. That may sound prideful, but it has been a fear of mine all of my life that I would be a burden to everyone else... scary stuff.

But for today, I'm walking. Cautious steps and carefully planned routes so I don't overtax my body, but walking nonetheless.

And I am thankful to be granted the opportunity to walk again. It could easily have been otherwise and more drastically, I could have been graveyard dead. Not pleasant to contemplate, but for gratitude's sake, important to acknowledge.

God has been good to me through prayers and fasting and the helping hands of so many people both inside my family and in my circle of friends.

That is something worth sharing any day of the week. I'm thankful!



May 29, 2013

Squirrels

It's that time of year again... the time when the squirrels take to the yard in their acrobatic displays of skill from branch to branch, leaping over one another in the clover in a madcap exercise of comedic proportion.

They are totally uninhibited in their approach to life. The food is there for the taking and they have no real competition in this yard. Even when Gypsy was with us, she didn't chase them. She viewed them as friends.

Today, the front yard family of squirrels has been entertaining us with their antics up in the tree and on the portion of the lawn by the road on the other side of the ditch. The young squirrels are easily startled by passing cars and show their level of anxiety by how high they leap into the air, or onto one another.

It's hilarious watching the battle royale that ensues. If you listen carefully, you can hear the unmistakable chattering that plainly says "GET OFF OF ME, NARVILLE!! YOU ARE STEPPING ON MY EYES!"

I love the little squirrels.

The other day, one of them was sitting on the corner of the porch roof just nibbling on a maple tree seed and looking intently at me as I was under the carport for a breath of outdoor air.

He kept his eyes clasped upon mine for the longest time. I spoke softly to him and he flicked his tail a time or two not leaving until Rick came out to see what was going on.

My Momma had a way with animals, both wild and tame. She would speak to them lovingly and they could sense her goodness and gentle spirit. They were never afraid of her. They would draw nearer and never shied away.

I like to think that our squirrels know me and tell their subsequent families in the generations down the line that ours is a safe yard for them to enjoy. That we would not hurt them.

I noticed the other day that we have some kind of chipmunks that have also joined us here. They are most welcome. They came right up onto the porch while the back door was standing wide open. Though they didn't come inside the house, they did look in very carefully as if to determine just what kind of creatures lived in this over-sized "nest" they had been investigating.

Well, the day is underway and I suppose I should get back to the chores I need to start while Jared is still napping. Perhaps dreaming of squirrels himself. Who knows?

May 21, 2013

Learning to Walk

At the checkup on Friday, Doc told me to start walking with gradual weight bearing on the left leg until I am able to go without walker, cane or wheelchair.

He is giving me the six weeks until my next appointment to be free of aids.

I can do this.

I'm off all the narcotic medication and pretty well managed with over the counter pain medicine as needed.

Walking again has made me a bit dizzy since the body isn't use to sharing the weight around and it makes things feel kind of odd. The swelling continues to diminish and the nerve function is getting back to normal.

Where before my left leg and hip and pelvis were just bloated and swollen beyond reason, I am now almost equalized on the measurements between the leg sizes. The numbed area that used to extend from hip to toes is now localized to an area on my left thigh about the size of my hand and to a couple of toes - but that is also getting better.

Meanwhile, I am trying to walk as much as I can within reason as I regain balance and strength. If I do too much too quick, I'll create a setback that is completely avoidable by just being careful about how much I push.

I'm still doing the daily PT plus the walking. I'm hopeful that soon I can get into the pool where I can get some warm water PT to help the muscles strengthen with the neutral buoyancy of the therapy pool.

All in due time.

A phrase that both is hard to swallow and a good reminder that I am not in charge.

Due time... I'm an impatient sort, but thankful that God has granted me some more time on this earth to become less rushed, less "me, me, me" and more "what Thou would have me do".

One step at a time...

I never appreciated that phrase more than now.

God bless.

May 12, 2013

Happy Mother's Day

Today is the day set aside to honor the women who are our Mothers, those women who stand in the stead of our mothers and those women who are just motherly in their nature who care for us all.

I miss my Momma every single day since she has passed. But I am so thankful for her influence and her care in my life. She taught me all about life and had a gentle way of making things seem less intense and more manageable even when it was hard for me to understand.

Mother's Day is a day to also remember the wonderful blessing of having a good Momma. Not just someone who brought a baby into the world, but the soul who loved me, held me tight, wiped my tears, cheered my victories, supported me as I learned new things and helped me feel excited about all that was a possibility.

She baked the nicest loaves of bread. I didn't inherit that skill. She also made really good cake. The good kind, not from a box.

She made my clothing and pajamas. I remember her sewing into the late hours to make me clothing that was nice and made me feel loved.

I remember her cool hands on my face and forehead when I was ill, her warm hands bandaging my cuts and boo boos and the kindness in  her hands as she wiped away my tears.

Momma would read to me and tell me stories and sing me songs while she played the piano. It was such a nice and comfortable feeling to know that she was there.

Now, I take comfort in the fact that she is in heaven. There would be no other place she could go. She has received a reward that is most assuredly deserved. I just hope they have a nice piano there where she can play.

I am thankful for my goodly and Godly Mother. It is the best thing to ponder upon on a Mother's Day that I can honestly say that my Mother was and is a good woman.

May 9, 2013

Little bit at a time

Patience is not my strong suit.

Learning that I have to continue to progress at the rate that my healing under God's direction is progressing is a hard lesson. I want to be well now and go about life. But I am realizing that my plans are not God's plans and that sometimes the idea of rushing things has a pretty hairy price to pay.

When I do too much, I definitely feel it and it comes in waves of pain.

And that makes things harder to deal with in the long run.

The good news is I've watched some good, old programs and I'm reading some good books and magazines.

The bad news is that I am worn out and tired of the pain.

But I'm still here, so I'm trying to focus on the blessing of being alive when it well could have worked out another way.

I am truly thankful that I'm not on the other side of the long dirt nap.

I'm thankful to have more time to become what God intends despite my sinful nature.

And most of all, I am thankful to have more time with my family and friends even if all I can do is tell them that I love them. That is the best thing they could hear from me.

God bless!

April 28, 2013

Ain't No Sunshine...

The rainy weather over the last couple of days has just about killed me.

So many little drips and drops of water each bring a little dribbly bit of pain with them to my bruised and broken body. They don't mean to be cruel, they just are.

For some people, rain is a good thing. Watering the lawn, the flowers, the plants and filling up the lakes and reservoirs so we can all enjoy a good drink. Most of the time, I'm happy for the rain. Lately, however, it seems we are getting a lot of rain and it truly brings pain.

I stayed in from church today. I had intended to try to go and at least attend sacrament meeting. But my body wasn't cooperating and neither was the weather. It's pretty bad when you have to have a nap in bed just to make it through the morning.

Patience.

That word keeps being repeated and it most certainly means I need to develop some patience. It isn't first nature or even second nature for me. The concept of waiting for all of the healing and regrowth of bone shouldn't be new information for me, but it seems like it is harder the older I get.

I'm watching our DVD set of the Andy Griffith show because it helps me cope. Plus it is gentle. This particular foray into the agony of a broken body has made me much less tolerant of programs that are harsh and violent in any way.

Without the blessing of gentle alternatives this might be a harder recovery. I am thankful for church movies and other good programs that help me feel the kinder side of life.

While there ain't no sunshine right now, I can bring in a bit of sunshine emotionally with some good programs that make me feel happy and help me feel relaxed.