Saturday, August 8, 2009

Girls will be girls.



Recently I have been spending a ton of time with my nieces. As Clint and Jodi have moved into their house, I have been the designated girl watcher. This means that we have girls day just about every day. Last Saturday, Clint and Jodi had to run to Chandler to pick up a pool fence and they asked if they could drop Lily and Jenna off at my house to play for the day. I wasn’t even awake, so blurry eyed I walked outside and picked them up.


Now, for those of you who do not know Lily or Jenna, they are THE girlest little girls you have ever met. The first thing they want to do is play with high heel shoes. Lily always says, “the back doesn’t fit quite yet.” and it always surprises her. Lily then pulled out my bra and wanted to put it on which means Jenna wanted to wear one to. Poor girls, they want to wear bras so bad. I just let them know that soon enough they would have to. I asked Jodi when the obsession with bras had started and it was when Lindy was packing for Hawaii and we were making them wear Lindy’s bras as hats.


My interactions with them have caused me to reflect on each of us as children of our Heavenly Father. There is such an innocence and trust that they demonstrate. Everything is fascinating and the world that they live in is full of wonder and miracles. I want that. I have become more cynical of life situations that present themselves instead of just embracing the good, having faith that it will work out and watching the magic unfold for me. For this life is magic. It is full of beautiful skies, breathtaking technologies and love. What is more magical than love. It has the power to bring us peace and comfort. This unique love comes from our families, friends and Jesus Christ.



Why??

Because.

It mattereth not...

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered" - Nelson Mandela. This has always been one of my favorite quotes. The insightful nature of it almost anyone can relate to.


Recently, I had the opportunity to attend the home ward I grew up in. It was a great time to see old friends and recount the wonderful memories of my childhood. One of the comments that I continued to get was that I hadn’t changed much. I took great pride in this. I still look 18 years old. Then, one woman said, it was because I did not have any responsibilities. So much for feeling good about it, then that feeling only lasted a minute. I decided it did not matter what she thought or said, I knew the truth about my life. I had changed. I had grown and matured and become someone unswayed by a perceived insensitive comment.


It reminds me of the letters exchanged between Pahoran and Moroni during a time of war. Moroni writes and condemns Pahoran for neglecting them. Pahoran’s response is one of compassion and understanding. Essentially he says, it mattereth not. I was grateful in that moment to be in a place where I can say, it mattereth not.


How do we get to this place? I don’t have a clue, but it is a lovely place to be.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Who loves red more...Me or Jenna?

























There is an old saying, when one door closes...look for the open window. I decided it was best not to have windows at all then I don't have to look for them. I have also realized, I am a Jeep girl. If there was one car that defines me, that would be it. I have been in love with them for as long as I can remember. It is really nice to own one again, even if it does lack windows.

I am not sure who loves this new Jeep more, me or Clint's kids and Jenna in paticular. I will say one thing, Jeep, butter, AZ heat and tiny hands don't mix well. What you get is tiny finger imprints in all the cubes of butter.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Wake with Refreshments...


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Another One Bites the Dust


In memorium, the Green Monster of Phoenix, Arizona was abruptly taken from this world after a ferocious battle with a concrete barrier. It limped home where it finally rested, for the last time, in the parking place it called home for the last 3 years. It was preceded in death by the Jeep, AKA Tramp Truck. Please post your favorite memories on the wall to commemorate it's short, but eventful life.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

If my life were a bumper sticker, what would I say?


















Have you ever thought about bumper stickers?  I mean, REALLY thought about them?  Bumper stickers tell so much about a person.  They announce to the world political beliefs, religious views, relationship issues and environmental commentary.  Evaluating these labels people put on themselves is highly entertaining.  When you see a car with "Never do anything you wouldn't want to explain to the paramedics."; "What if the hockey pokey really is what it's all about."  or "Don't you think hard work must have killed someone?", you immediately make a judgement about the people driving the vehicles and their personality.


Labels, like bumper stickers, are a strange thing. No one wants one, yet everyone gets one.  We see it in our associations with other people.  The labels I currently hold are: daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, niece, employee, co-worker and friend.  These are just a few of the most important labels that I try to be good at.  Then there are other things that I don't focus on as much like: customer, stake member,  commuter, Arizona resident and American.  I am not real good at all of these labels that I have been given.  


Unfortunately, there are times we use labels to trap those individuals around us.  We classify and only see them as one thing.  I will always be too young, too old, too smart, too dumb, too sarcastic and the list goes on and on depending on who you talk to.  The first label applied to me in the church is single.  I actually like this label.  I understand it and in a church of families, it is a logical step that it would be the first classification.  The issue isn't the label itself, but the definition and perception of people and what this label means.  It does not mean that all single people are the same with the same needs.  We are not cookie cutter and the experiences that have lead us to this place in life are as diverse as the sands of the sea. 


It is a unenlightened view of the world and our fellow brothers and sisters to group them this way.  For example, a friend of mine teaches institute and she ran into one of her students at a festival where she was taking a lesson on how to play the saw.  Now, I realize that learning to play the saw is not typical situation.  That is what makes this friend phenomenal, her ability to want to experience life and the things it has to offer.  The student that saw her did not recognize her at first because he only saw her as this spiritual giant always thinking and talking about spiritual things and not someone that would be in a hoe down playing the saw.  In reality, that is exactly what we do.  I know I have made those common mistakes when I place labels on people in families.  We need to take a step back and imagine what else these people offer and their situations.  Try to take them out of their normal context to see where we can help them.  


Our perceptions come out in our communications with others, whether we want them to our not.  I have heard every insensitive remark at this point.  Let's see, things like, I choose a career over being married.  As a side note, I am sure that everyone aspires to be a legal assistant.  I would hope that if I was going to choose a career over being married that it would be one that would be worth it.  Ambassador maybe.  Or I am to smart to get married.  I don't even know what that means.  The translations could be numerous, maybe ugly with a great personality or as my friend from college would say, "I have a sweet spirit."  


It is my hope that we can develop a sensitivity to those labels we place on people.  That even though they may carry a particular label, that we get to know the person underneath. This can be applied to anyone we have labeled.  I recently made a rash judgement about someone with a label I placed on him.  I want to repent and do better and will begin now.  I am grateful that the Savior places labels on us.  Labels that are always just, merciful and kind.  I pray I maybe live more fully to merit and inherit the label of being His friend.