Friday, April 28, 2006

Through the eyes of a child.

I had so much fun yesterday! We went to a gorgeous park near here and just walked all around. Before leaving, we were discussing Nathan's sandals. They're a bit small. I tried to tell him that he needed sandals that fit. He was less than thrilled with this idea, because he loooooves Spiderman. His solution was ... "If we clip my toes so they're all as long as my pinky toe, then
they'll fit!"








Then as we were walking Nathan said "LOOK! A spitting chicken! Wait, that's not a spitting chicken, it's a flying truck!"

What do you think?


















And, in the spirit of randomness... I was watching American Inventor last night and listening to my husband, yet again, tell me about his idea. He's absolutely certain that this invention will be huge! He says he's going on the show if they have another installment. What's the idea?

Chair pants.

He wants to make pants, with a folding stool/chair somehow attached so that at fairs, carnivals, just walking down the street, one can sit down anytime, anywhere. No more looking for open seats, no more sitting by smelly strangers. Just sit on your very own attached chair at any given moment.

What do you think? Good idea? Weigh in now!

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

6 weird things about me

I was tagged by Stacy so now I'm supposed to share 6 things about me that are weird. It took me a while to come up with any cuz who really thinks they're that weird? But then I remembered a lot of reasons that I'm weird. So here we go.

1. I only eat white Smarties. And I only eat Smarties when they're given to me. I get very sad if I'm given Smarties and there are no white ones in the package. What a waste! Along the same lines, Skittles must be eaten by alternating the colors from yuckiest to yummiest, always ending with the yummiest (which, by the way, is red.)

2. I tried to break my own leg when I was 11. I was apparently feeling a need for attention and I'd never had a broken bone, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I tied a rope to a tree, then my leg to the rope and I ran away from the tree until the rope tightened and I fell. Fortunately, I wised up after falling once (okay, it was three times) and stopped trying to break my leg. I still have never broken a bone.

3. I have a thing about even numbers. For example, my kids. I want an even number of children so there is no "middle" child. I want each child to have another child close to them. I used to want twins, but now that I have three kids it would mess up my even numbers thing. Nathan and Aria are a pair. Gabe needs a younger sister (boy, girl, boy, girl...even and patterned) and then we can adopt 2 kids (internationally) a boy and a girl of course. If I had twins, then they'd have each other and Gabe would be stuck in the middle and I might be forced to have 8 kids (even number) if I still want to adopt, and that just might make me crazy. Of course, even then, Gabe would be stuck in the middle of 2 sets, cuz there would be a long time between him and the one that came after the twins and if there are twins between Gabe and his "pair" then it would still be messed up.....ok, I'll stop now.

4. I'm afraid of cows. When I was growing up, we raised cows and somehow I always got picked to go get the dumb cows if they got out of their pen. (I remember hiding behind trees and throwing rocks) They're big and ugly and snotty and smelly and big. Did I mention big? And one time I was out feeding the chickens and the rooster decided to attack me, so I stepped on it's head so it would stop pecking me and while I was standing there trying to figure out how to make a break for it, the cow came up behind me and TRIED TO MOUNT ME. Yup, cow hooves landed on my shoulders. I've never moved so fast in my life. I think I actually flew over the fence to get away from those crazy farm animals. Therefore, afraid of cows.

5. I believe in holistic and natural remedies. I used to see a Naturopath, but now I see a DO. I think MDs are stupid. (at least the ones I have experience with)

6. I love eggs on toast with strawberry jam. I dip my grilled cheese sandwhiches in milk (or tomato soup). If I'm eating pancakes, eggs and sausage, the syrup goes on everything, but if I'm eating hashbrowns, eggs and sausage then ketchup goes on everything.

Heather, Sara, Bela, Kermit, Vlyb and Jenn (Mrs. Chia)....tag, you're it!

Monday, April 24, 2006

Another day at the children's museum...

We went again on saturday. (we have a year pass). But this time we took my brother, his girlfriend, her daughter, my sister and her husband. All the kids had a blast! And when I say all, I mean ALL of them.

Case in point.





My brother, brother-in-law and husband at the water table.










The gear table....














Putting on a show with a crash test dummy...













riding the plasma cars....





























....and playing with the back-hoe.









YAY for the children's museum!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

She's a Maaan - Eater!

We went to the children's museum with some friends today. She has two boys, so Aria was the only girl with 4 boys (counting my two, but Gabe wasn't exactly involved.)

After a while they decided to put on a show for me and my friend. Nathan and J- dressed up in dragon costumes and Aria put on a tutu and started spinning and leaping and dancing across the stage.

The dragon boys tried to chase her around (shouting things about bombs and firepower) and with all the drama she could muster she thrust her hand out to stop them and exclaimed "I AM A GIRL! I am a beautiful ballerina (only she says vallerina) and I am PRETTY! You bad guys can NOT get me because I am SO PRETTY and I will EAT you!" Then she put her hands on her hips, glared at them and made chomping motions with her mouth.

They left her alone after that and she was free to dance all over the stage.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Books, books, books

I have got to stop reading.

No, seriously.

In just the last week I read three books and my house is destroyed, my kids have watched too many movies and played too many video games and I'm not getting enough sleep because I stay up to read.

I really love to read. A lot. A good book and a hot bath, a good book and a big comfy chair by a window or a good book and a cup of hot cocoa (organic cocoa and rice milk) are some of my favorite ways to pass time. I carry whatever I'm currently reading with me in my purse and snatch a few minutes here and there whenever I can. Sitting down to nurse Gabe is a great excuse to read too.

The books I read can be divided into two catagories. Fluff books and thinking books.

Fluff books are usually novels. Reading a good LDS romance or humor novel (good story, a little corny, but no language or sex scenes to worry about) is one of my favorite ways to wind down. Other books that fall in this catagory are teen literature. Harry Potter, The Traveling Pants books, and others like those. Usually the teen lit is easy on the language and sex scenes too, which I prefer. I can usually blow through a fluff book in a matter of hours.

Thinking books are 2 different kinds of books for me. They can also be novels, but they're deeper. I read them a bit slower and take time to think about what I'm reading. Novels that fall into this catagory are ones like "The Giver," "Memoirs of a Geisha" or "The Da Vinci Code." The other kind of thinking books are non-fiction and usually LDS. I enjoy studying the deeper doctrines of the church. Some of my favorites are "The Peacegiver," "Eve and the Choice Made in Eden," and "Life Everlasting."

So last week I read three books. One fluff book that I didn't really like ("In Her Shoes") and two thinking books that I very much liked. ("Memoirs of a Geisha" and "The Da Vinci Code.")

But now I need to take a break. I need to finish cleaning the house (my wonderful husband cleaned the kitchen and started the laundry before work this morning!!!!) and I need to focus on my kids. Guess where I'm taking them after lunch today?

The library.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The coolest Easter ever!

We had so much fun today I hardly know where to start! I actually jotted notes throughout the day so I wouldn't forget all the funny things that happened.

Today began by carrying over a tradition that I grew up with. Every Easter my mom made egg gravy over toast for breakfast. Usually it was colorful egg gravy, cuz she made it out of the eggs we dyed, but I deprived my kids of that particular part of the tradition this year. (it's okay, we'll start next year with the egg coloring).

My sister and her husband came over for breakfast and we made the egg gravy. Neither of us had ever made it before so we were a little nervous. We ran into a couple snags like not having any regular flour and not enough milk, but I had some rice flour and rice milk that worked just as well. Rach was having issues peeling the hard boiled eggs (I don't know what the problem was, I peeled them just fine...) and at one point was throwing the shells into the bowl for the chopped up eggs. Soooo....she had to pick the shells out. We succeeded though! It was so yummy! Just ask Aria. She was like a broken record.

"this is SO yummy"
"Mommy, this is great food!"

Then we made resurrection rolls. If you don't already know, you take a marshmallow and a crescent roll. The marshmallow represents Jesus. You put the marshmallow in melted butter, then cinnamon/sugar to represent wrapping Jesus' body with oil and spices and then you put him in the "tomb." (the crescent roll.) You pinch the edges shut around "Jesus" and bake. When they're done, you open the roll and the marshmallow is gone!

We did this with Nathan and Aria and told the story as we went. When we opened the "tomb" I said "where did Jesus go? He's gone!" Nathan's eyes got wide and with alarm he said "He melted!"

I had to do a little extra explaining then...

Other events of note today...Gabe loved his easter basket. We put him on the floor and he scooted over to it, put the handle in his mouth and laid there, unmoving, handle in his mouth (not even chewing it, just laying with it in his mouth) for about 15 minutes. Hilarious.

Aria got one of those velcro ball catcher things in her Easter basket and Nathan tried to use it. Nathan is quite smart, but when it comes to anything requiring coordination, he's lacking. He managed to catch the ball on the velcro catcher, and then he tried to throw it back. But instead of removing the ball and throwing it, he tried to just dislodge it from the velcro catcher as if he were throwing it out of a mitt. Didn't work so well. The catcher thing went flying across the room with the ball attached.

I bought a ham to make for Easter dinner and was going to put it in the crockpot last night (frozen) and cook it on low until today. I pulled it out of the freezer and tried to put it in, but it was too big. I ended up leaving it out on the counter to thaw and then sent Dave home between Sunday School and Priesthood to put it in the oven. (fortunately, our house didn't burn down while we finished church). For my first ham, it turned out quite well and we had a lovely Easter dinner with some old friends from my home town. I figure since I refuse to cook Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm too lazy to cook a Christmas dinner, then Easter will be it. A big dinner once a year. Good enough for me!

Overall, it was a fabulous day! Dave even spoke in church today and gave a great talk on the atonement. His words were simple, yet powerful and the spirit touched many people that were there.

Yay for Easter! What a great holiday!

I almost forgot! It snowed today! How weird is that?

Friday, April 14, 2006

Raising a gamer

Dave is a gamer. There's no question about it. So, naturally, his oldest son is also a gamer.

Xbox, Nintendo, Leapster...if it's a game system, he'll master it.

So this morning we asked Nathan to say family prayer. About half way through he said this.

"and bless me to figure out my games that I'm having a hard time with."

At least we somehow managed to convey that Heavenly Father cares about everything he does. lol

Attn: Everyone Dave has ever worked with

I don't know if it's just my husband or if other guys do this, but Dave has this image of me that he spreads around at work. He used to work at a massive corporation where (according to him) everyone is vegetarian and people have 0-1 child. Well, since he took paternity leave 3 times in the 5 years he worked there, he decided to tell everyone that I'm a vegetarian. (since he's totally not, he figured he'd pretend like one of us "fit in.")

So, at every company party/dinner I had to pretend to be a vegetarian since Dave was so insistant that I was one.

Then we moved to the land of meat and potatoes. I figured I could finally start eating meat in public again. Then Dave came home from one of his first days at the new job and says "I told them you're a vegetarian." WHAT THE HECK? Why does my food preference come up at every job he works at? And why does he lie about it?

So....I am no longer keeping this ruse up.

Dear Dave's fellow employees,

I. Am. A. Carnivore.

Respectfully,
Misty

And I like it. Ok, well, I don't like pig. I don't anything from a pig (usually), but other than that, bring it on! Chicken, Turkey, Fish, Beef, I'm all over it baby!

Can't wait for the first company dinner.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

YES!!!

So, I'm on the TED with Gabe. So far, he's allergic to corn, squash and oats. The other night I decided it was time to test something else and so far, two days later there is NO REACTION! Guess what it is?!

Go ahead, guess!

Here's a hint....I'm very very happy to get to eat this again.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Nathan

My kids rock. Seriously.

My goal for this summer is to see how much I can teach Nathan before he starts Kindergarten. The kid is a sponge for information and he loves to read. Last night he came running down the stairs really excited about something. He was yelling "MOM! We're sinking fast so we can do a conspearmint!" (huh?) It took me saying what? about 4 times, but I finally figured it out. He was saying "MOM! We're thinking fast so we can do an experiment!" He was holding a card in his hand that said "Think fast." A little while later, Dave came down and they learned about gravity and states of matter and they made oobleck (it's apparently a liquid and a solid.)

Then this morning, he brought a book into our bedroom and said "Dad, will you read me something in the Handy Science Answer Book?" (we did not tell him what it was called, by the way, he just read it) Then he opened it up and read the question "How were the months of the year named?" and asked Dave to read the answer to him. He's FOUR! So I decided it would be fun to see how much he can learn before he starts kindergarten in the fall.

He also likes to play guessing games. The other day he came up to me and said "Mo-om, I heard what you said to dad." I'm thinking "uh-oh...what did I say? What did he hear? shoot!" lol. I asked him what he heard and he goes "you know...you said it to dad...." I still didn't know and he says "somewhere we're going?" Still clueless, but he left. I figured the conversation was over, but he came back a few minutes later with a piece of paper. He had written the word RED on it. He gave it to me. I was still stumped. Red? He said "Mom, it's a clue. Red....." I go "yellow?" He rolled his eyes at me. "No, Mom! You told dad we were going there! Red Rrrrrr....."

*lightbulb!* It finally clicked! Red Robin! Needless to say, we made sure to take the kids there later that week.

Of course, he's still a 4 year old that does 4 year old stuff. Like the day we went to the park with my sister and he came running up to her and said "Hey Auntie Rae! Look at my new Star Wars undies!" and pulled his pants down right there in public. *sigh*

Thursday, April 06, 2006

It's a conspiracy!

And the targets are my children. Who has it out for them, you ask? The chairs. Yup, the chairs of the world don't like my kids. I don't know what my kids ever did to them, but they have made it their mission to dump my kids out of them at every opportunity.

We'll be sitting at dinner, eating and talking, when *thump* Nathan's on the floor screaming. I'm not sure how it happens. They sit on them like anyone else. Maybe they shift positions too often, maybe they havn't mastered their center of balance yet. I don't know.

If it's not Nathan, it's Aria. Not ten minutes ago, she fell off the rocking chair (granted, her and Nathan were spinning it and playing on it), but it wasn't the first time! She's fallen off all of our chairs at least once. The rocker, the couch, the table chairs, the piano bench, the computer chair...

A couple days ago, the chairs claimed another victim. Gabe. He was sitting in his overpriced, infant propping system, uh...I mean, his bumbo chair and he arched his back and twisted to the side and plopped out onto his face. Luckily, I was right there to save him and he really didn't fall far (about 6 inches) but it startled both of us!

So the next time you use a chair, be careful! They're a vicious bunch!

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Note to self..

Don't watch TV when the kids are around.

Aria has a talent for memorizing. She remembers everything anybody says, and she especially loves to memorize songs. She does this by asking you to repeat it until she has it.

For example, my mom was singing Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and Aria listened then said simply "sing it again, Grandma." After a few more times through, Aria had it. That's how she memorized all her favorite songs. "Down By the Bay," "Popcorn Popping," "In the Leafy Treetops," any song on Barney, etc.

The other day, my sister and her husband were visiting and my sister starts singing "Gold Digger." I believe it's by Kanye West? Anyway, she finished a couple lines and Aria looks at her and says "Sing it again, Auntie Rae." Luckily I was there and knew what she was doing and said "DO NOT sing it again!" lol. That's just what I need, a three year old walking around belting out "get down girl, go 'head get down". Yeah, fun stuff. And she really does belt songs out wherever we are.

The other thing she likes to do is listen for words she hasn't heard before or words pronounced differently. For example, her Uncle Sean pronounced "yeah" like "yee-ah" one time. Just once. Every time she's answered yes since then, she's pronounced it "yee-ah". lol

Back to my note to self. Last night I was folding laundry. A chore that I simply can not do unless I'm watching a movie or the TV. I had Scrubs on, cuz it can be funny. ("I never knew what that song was about!....Liver disease!") So I'm folding laundry, half paying attention, when one of the actors calls another actor a jack-, uh...fill in the blank. Then Aria starts to laugh. Uh-oh, I think to myself. She looks right at me and says "HAHA! Yer a jack-***!"

Oops. Needless to say, we turned the TV off and talked about words we don't say.

Friday, March 31, 2006

<---- I did it!!!

I'm overly excited for myself. I'm married to a computer programmer. He just doesn't understand why everyone can't code. So, I decided to try to figure out how to put my own links over there in the side bar and I DID IT! lol.

Over there you will see a link to my new website for my photography business and a link to the home page for the LDS church.

Woot!

Thursday, March 30, 2006

A letter -

Dear Auntie Rae,

Thank you for teaching me "Down By the Bay." I havn't stopped singing it all day today and I'm driving my mother mad.

Sincerely,
Aria

Things that make me want to cuss

I don't cuss. Not out loud anyway. But I occasionally have to battle my own head to keep the words inside. Especially if it's been "one of those days."

So....things that make me want to cuss. If you have any control over these things, please take note.

1. Garage doors. More specifically, my garage door. It opens just fine, but it randomly refuses to close. I push the button and it goes down about 2 inches, then back up. I sigh, push the button again and the teasing begins. It'll go down 3 feet, then back up. Sometimes it'll make it almost all the way down. I'm watching, with baited breath, 3 feet away from the the ground, 2 feet, 1 foot (I'm thinking YES!)....and it goes back up. There is a trick to make it close, but it's annoying and makes me want to cuss.

2. Willful disobedience. Like when I say to a child "don't dump those blocks out" and I get stared in the eye while said child slowly turns the block bucket over onto the floor and walks away. @#$%&

3. World of Warcraft. I can't even think the title of this game without attaching a cuss word in front of it. When referring to it out loud, I call it "that dumb game". I hate it. It sucks time and money straight into the computer and leaves people who don't play wondering where they fall on the players list of priorities.

4. Cats. 'nuff said.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Keeping myself honest

I made a goal this year. I've noticed when I make a goal and keep it to myself, it's less likely to be accomplished. But if I get up and say "Dave, I'm going to fold that mountain of clean laundry and put it away today", it will usually get done.

So, my goal is to read the entire standard works by December 31st. I'm currently in Genesis. lol. But now that I've admitted my goal, hopefully I will hold myself accountable.

Speaking of Genesis, there are some weird stories in there. I slept through seminary and have spent most of my married years in primary (therefore missing studying the OT in Sunday School) and while it's not exactly "new" to me. I've never really read it and thought about it myself.

So, Laban's a jerk. Laban as in Rachel and Leah's dad, Jacob's Father-in-law. Patriarch of some serious dysfunction. Jacob offers to work for him for seven years so he can marry Rachel and Laban tricks him into marrying Leah. So, he works another seven years and gets to marry Rachel. In the meantime Leah is having babies for him to try and make him love her more, but it's not working too well. Once he marries Rachel and she's barren, Rachel makes him marry her handmaiden so she can pretend like she's giving him sons or something. Then Leah gets all ticked and makes him marry her handmaiden.

So, here's Jacob, with four hormonal women, all trying to win his favor by popping out the most kids, all the while he's working another six years for Laban in order to get cattle and goats and stuff. (Count it, that's 20 years for the old dude)

So Laban stiffs Jacob on the cow payment and Jacob decides to take his wives and kids and run away. (they also stole some idols from Laban...I don't get that part)

Laban goes after Jacob and when he catches up to him gets all ticked off and tries to claim all Jacob's household as his own. Wives, kids, cattle....Laban thinks it's all his and Jacob apparently worked for 20 years for nothing.

See? Jerk.

Wonder what I'll read today....

I forgot how bad it was

I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about my breastfeeding woes, but I feel so bad for my little guy! Just eating some stupid corn (that I don't even like that much) and I'm back to carrying around a towel everywhere I go.

Poor thing just randomly spews spit-up all over the place. (good thing we have laminate floors...makes clean up much easier).

It makes me want to just eat the TED for the next year while I'm nursing him, but I know I need to figure out his allergies. I just hate making him miserable.

Monday, March 27, 2006

No corn!

Corn is out. That was the first thing I tested back into my diet to see how Gabe would react. He's spitting up a ton again and his cheeks and chin are bright red again. Poor baby.

Also, can't do squash. It's not too bad going through me, but we gave him some baby food squash and his cheeks turned red while he was eating it.

Back to TED for a few more days...I think I'll try oats next.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

My talk

It's long, but if you're bored...here's the talk I'm giving on Sunday.

Pascal said “The heart has its reasons, which reason knows nothing of.” In other words, things that seem illogical will make perfect sense once your mind catches up to what your heart already knows.

Alma 37:37 says “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good.” It doesn’t say counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will tell you all the details at once with complete explanations of everything you need to know so you can go forward without restraint. No, we must do as Nephi did and go forward being led by the spirit. We must exercise faith in what our heart, or our spirit, knows is true. This is the difference between the spiritual and the temporal.

Nearly every big decision I’ve ever made has been prompted by the spirit. About seven years ago, I thought I had my life all figured out. I had been dating a guy that was a new member. Since he was older than 19, he didn’t think he’d go on a mission, but after a year in the church he changed his mind and started preparing for a mission. I was 20 at the time and figured I could finish school and work as a photographer to save for my own mission the next year.

I went ahead and accepted a job as a traveling photographer. It was perfect, I didn’t have to worry about rent and other bills because I was on the road about 3 weeks of every month and the company paid for my hotel and other traveling expenses. When I wasn’t on the road I stayed with family. I traveled all over the NW and was very much enjoying my job. The pay was excellent and I was able to save quite a bit. After about 6 months on the road, however, I started to get a nagging feeling. I recognized it as the spirit telling me that something needed to change. As I prayed and read my scriptures I kept coming back to the same feeling. I needed to serve.

Since I was traveling, I was unable to hold a calling in my home ward. I went to church each Sunday wherever I happened to be, but I wasn’t in any one ward in order to serve. As the feeling intensified I decided to just go with it. I put in my 2 weeks notice and got ready to settle down again. My last job was close to my Aunt’s house which was where I was living at the time, so I was able to attend the singles ward where my records were.

My first day back, I ran into the institute director. He asked me if I would play the piano for the institute choir, and I agreed. After all, that’s why I quit my job. I was supposed to serve.

While all this was happening in my life, Dave had been attending BYU. He too, had an illogical prompting to leave school in the middle of a semester and go back home to his parents. So, without much thought, he packed up his Volkswagon Rabbit and drove home.

My first week playing the piano for the institute choir, I met Dave. Two weeks later, he proposed and 5 weeks after that, we were married in the Seattle Temple. Now, six years and three kids later, I’m so glad that we were both doing the things we needed to do to be close to the spirit and able to follow it’s promptings. However illogical they may have seemed at the time.

Dallin H. Oaks said: “We seek spirituality through faith, repentance, and baptism; through forgiveness of one another; through fasting and prayer; through righteous desires and pure thoughts and actions. We seek spirituality through service to our fellowmen; through worship; through feasting on the word of God, in the scriptures and the teachings of the living prophets. We attain spirituality through making and keeping covenants, through conscientiously trying to keep all the commandments of God. Spirituality is not acquired suddenly. It is the consequence of a succession of right choices. It is the harvest of a righteous life.

In the Gospel, there are a lot of good things we can be doing. By seeking spirituality, we can know what good things we should be doing for our own progression. We need to remember that just because something is right for us, doesn’t mean it’s right for somebody else.

We all know the story of Mary and Martha. Luke, chapter ten tells how the Savior came to a particular village:

“And a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? Bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part.”

Mary hath chosen that good part. Not the better part, not the right part, the good part.

The definition for good is: Being positive or desirable in nature; not bad or poor. I believe that Mary and Martha were both doing good things that they felt prompted to do. Serving the Savior with her food and hospitality was not the wrong thing to do. Martha may have needed a slight attitude adjustment, however. Maybe if she had simplified the meal, so that she wouldn’t feel resentment towards her sister for not helping, then they both could have done what they felt was right and both benefited from the presence of the Savior that much more. Neither was wrong in her choice of action. They were both good and the right choice for their individual progression.

We all make choices with the aid of the spirit that can result in different answers. For example: How long should we wait to have children? One couple feels they should start right away, another couple feels they should wait a few years. If the couples have spirituality in their lives, then they will receive the right or the good answer for themselves.

Some may ask, how do we know that the answer we received is from the spirit? D&C 9 teaches us how to recognize an answer to our prayers. We’re told that we should first, study it out in our mind. To me, this means studying the situation both spiritually and temporally. Read whatever you can and search your feelings. Then, we must ask if the answer we’ve come to is right. If it is, we will receive a burning in our bosom. If it’s not, we’ll receive a stupor of thought. For me, that means confusion. If I’m trying to make a decision and I feel conflicted in the answer, then I know it’s time to re-evaluate.

We’ve been taught that Satan can masquerade as an angel of light. So how can we know that the answer we received is from the spirit of God? You know those Sunday school answers? Pray, read your scriptures, and go to church. If we are baptized and following those simple commandments such as prayer and scripture study, then we maintain the light of Christ in our lives. We will have the ability to discern whether our answer comes from God or from Satan. D&C 96:36-37 says “The glory of God is intelligence, or in other words, light and truth. Light and truth forsake that evil one.” So, if we are living our life in accordance with God’s commandments, then we will maintain the light of Christ. Satan does not have that light. He can not give us the feeling of peace in our heart that the spirit of God can.

I had a lesson in this recently. I saw a midwife through my most recent pregnancy and was planning to give birth in an off-site birth center. I had felt all along that the best thing for this baby was for him to come naturally, without any medical interventions. My babies don’t waste any time once I’m in labor, so when my water broke, we headed right to the birth center. Once we got there, we found out that I was in what they call prodromal labor. It means that the contractions aren’t doing anything. So, we waited, and waited, and waited.

Something like 95% of women will go into labor on their own within 24 hours after their water breaks. However, the longer you wait, you increase the risk of infection to the baby, so most doctors will give you a drug to get labor going well before that 24 hour mark. After about 12 hours I found myself battling the temporal against the spiritual. I was making my husband, my family and my friends incredibly nervous because I insisted on going with my heart on this one. I asked for a blessing and was told that this baby would come naturally and to be patient. I clung to that promise as the hours continued to tick by.

Night came and I made the decision to keep waiting. We were home and I just kept praying that it would turn out okay. I knew I was doing the right thing though. Proverbs 3:5 says “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.” My own understanding was that I was increasing the risk of complications by waiting, but I had to trust in the Lord. After all, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness and faith. I definitely had longsuffering, but I also had peace.

Finally, after 32 hours, and with more prayer, I made the decision to go to the hospital. I assumed that once I got there I would be given that drug to induce labor, but Heavenly Father held true to his promise. As were driving to the hospital, I went into labor. By the time we got there I was close to delivering. He was born about 30 minutes later, naturally, with no medical interventions. When he was born, he had some complications that needed the extra staff that the hospital had to offer and we discovered, based on his heart rate during contractions that if I had gotten that drug, it could have ended in a c-section and I personally wasn’t prepared for something like that. So when it was all said and done, it finally made logical sense. But getting to that point was difficult.

Exercising spirituality in our lives can also prepare us for things to come and give us the knowledge and empathy we need in life. When my daughter was about a year old, I got that nagging feeling again. This time I felt that it was about a child of mine. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that something was going to happen to one of my kids that I wasn’t going to like. I also knew I didn’t have to worry about either of the kids I already had.

I asked my husband for a blessing and was admonished to pray and read my scriptures and attend the temple often for preparation and understanding. So I did. About six months later, I got pregnant. From the beginning, I knew that it was this child that I had been warned about. We had an ultrasound and saw the baby. We saw and heard the heartbeat and everything looked fine so I tried to put it out of my mind. That pregnancy ended in a miscarriage during my second trimester.

Because I was prepared by the spirit, the initial blow of losing my baby was slightly less forceful. Since then, I’ve seen blessings that have come from that trial. My marriage was strengthened and I gained empathy. I was able to be there for my sister, when she had a miscarriage a year after I had mine. I understood in a way that other people couldn’t and I had a new understanding of spirituality and allowing God to work through me.

Dallin H. Oaks said “To be spiritually minded is to view and evaluate our experiences in terms of the enlarged perspective of eternity.”

First Samuel, chapter 25 tells a story of a woman who understands spirituality. She understands the eternal consequence of actions and intercedes in order to give someone else the opportunity to re-evaluate what he’s about to do. Her name is Abigail.

To paraphrase, after David slew Goliath, King Saul became jealous of him and tried to kill him. David had to escape into the wilderness and sustain himself. While there, other men, mostly fugitives, gathered to him.

While they were in the wilderness, David and his men protected the shepherds and flocks of a rich man named Nabal. They could have taken the sheep for their own sustenance, but they didn’t. The time came for Nabal to shear the sheep and gather some for food. The provisions that David and his men had were running low and they thought that their service to Nabal would be rewarded.

When it wasn’t, David sent ten young men to Nabal to remind him of their service to him and his household and ask for some provisions. “And Nabal answered David’s servants, and said, Who is David? And who is the son of Jesse? There be many servants now a days that break away every man from his master. Shall I then take my bread, and my water, and my flesh that I have killed for my shearers, and give it unto men, whom I know not whence they be?”

David and his men were understandably upset with this response and prepared to go in and battle Nabal to get provisions. One of the ten young men had told Abigail, Nabal’s wife, what was going to happen and she, being spiritual in nature, was able to intervene. Abigail took two hundred loaves, two bottles of wine, five sheep, five measures of parched corn, a hundred clusters of raisins and two hundred cakes of figs and went with her servants to David and his men.

Once she arrived she bowed down before David and offered him the food that she brought and begged him not to fall upon Nabal’s household. But she was not only doing this to save her husband and her house. She was close to the spirit and understood that David must not carry that anger towards Nabal in his heart which would cause him to kill without cause.

“And David said to Abigail, blessed be the Lord God of Israel, which sent thee this day to meet me: And blessed be thy advice, and blessed be thou, which hast kept me this day from coming to shed blood, and from avenging myself with mine own hand.”

Abigail understood the eternal significance of what was happening because she was living her life in a way that kept her close to the spirit. She was able to be an instrument for the Lord and help him do his work on this earth.

One of my favorite scriptures is 2 Nephi 9:39. It ends “Remember, to be carnally minded is death, and to be spiritually minded is life eternal.” The first letters of the last five words in that verse are S, M, I, L, E. So, to remember that to be spiritually minded is life eternal, just smile.

Friday, March 24, 2006

I'm tired

I read a book when I was a little girl. I don't remember what book it was, but I remember that one character wanted to know what someone was saying about her when she wasn't around. Somehow she was granted the ability to know and then she regretted it. Not only was she hurt by what was said, but she realized that she only had control over herself and her own actions. All she could do was treat others (whether they were there or not) the way she wanted to be treated. No good comes from knowing who's gossiping about you and what they're saying.

Yesterday was a long day and in the midst of that long day, I was asked to give a talk in church on Spirituality and Witnesses for God. So, I'll be working on that for the next couple days. I tend to talk too fast, so I need to come up with a lot of material to cover 15 minutes! Ack! Oh, and it's just me. Dave doesn't have to talk yet. How'd I get to be so lucky?