Feel free to comment adding any of the dreams you have (or those you've already accomplished) or any advice/quotes on achieving dreams:
MY DREAMS
I will graduate from UCMT
and study at the BYU Jerusalem Center
and graduate from BYU or BYU-H
and open a massage studio on the beach in Florida
I'll date & marry the man of my dreams.
I'll raise children in love and righteousness,
providing for them to serve missions, go to college
and a good balance of play, work and learning.
I will buy a 6spd convertible and drive to the florida Keys
I'll go to Mickey's Christmas Party in Orlando.
and continue my education @ the Upledger Institute
and publish in journals, the Ensign & Friend magazines
I will autor a book, and present at education week, EFY,
Women's Conference, and AFSP National Conference.
I will travel to Australia, New Zeland, Fiji, Iceland,
Costa Rica, Egypt, Thailand, Austria--I'll ski the alps,
Africa, Brazil, Domincan Republic, Briitish Columbia,
Hike into Havasupai, go sailing in Nantucket, Raft the Salmon
And Grand Canyon, Water ski Mexico, Skydive with Christianne,
see U2 Live in Dublin...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Dreams...
Posted by Ashley at 4:35 PM 0 comments
Making Dreams a Reality...
I'll never forget the day I got my letter of rejection from the BYU London Study Abroad...I got it twice, once from each parent's house...
The second time I pulled it from the mailbox I burst into tears. A frenzy of disappointment, rejection, confusion...and a pile dreams and plans that turned quickly to mud at my feet.
I called my brother. I wanted to be validated, felt sorry for, hear BYU ripped to shreds... something... but instead, the words that followed continue to influence my life for good--maybe now I've learned to stop and listen a little better.
"Ash calm down--when one door closes, find a better one."
And so I did, that very day I applied for the Visual Arts Program in Italy, Switzerland, France & England--it turned out to be one of the choicest experiences and defining times of my life. The people in our branch in Italy showed me what it was to really live the gospel of Jesus Christ--something I had not seen much of growing up in Bountiful Utah. My passion for the arts was rekindled, a desire to serve others began to grow within my heart, an unquenchable thirst to see the world was grafted into my soul and there I began the long journey of figuring out who I am, what I desire in life, and how I will attain those dreams.
Who I am:
I recently read the following from a complete strangers blog that impressed me...
"I always find it difficult to give a self description--not because I feel I don't know who I am--but because I feel a few sentences telling of some aspect of my life, certain roles I have, or background often may result in an inaccurate portrayal of who I am. I'm not sure anyone could articulate an encompassing description of themselves..."
There are times in my life where I feel that I know who I am, and then there are bleak nights or shattered dreams that cause me to wonder. There are roles that I have had that allow me a glimpse of who I am...there are false perceptions that I buy into of who I am, or who others expect me to be. When it really comes down to it--I'm still learning everyday who I am and what I want.
Sister Kristin Oaks, in a CES Fireside last year said: "when you know who you are and what you want and what you are looking for, you will find it."
At the time that seemed like such a no brainer--everyone knows who they are and what they want, right?!? I didn't, and I still don't completely. I know a lot of what I don't want, or of what I'm not looking for, or who I am not, I guess you could say I learn a great deal in the school of hard knocks...but there are few things that I know without question. I know that God lives. I know that he knows me. I know that there is life after death and that I will see my brother again. I know that I am not perfect--but on that same note--I am perfectly imperfect--improving everyday upon my weaknesses. I know that I have a very sensitive heart and I love and grieve very deeply--for a long time I chose to be numb so as to avoid such depths of emotion. I have also learned that from the hardest things in life--come the most profound truths.
I didn't know for sure that there was life after death or that I would see my brother again--until he died.
I didn't know the importance of love and marriage and the family--until i grew up in a family void of such ideals.
I didn't know how much I yearned for safety and peace--until I reflected on what it was like to grow up without them.
I didn't know the importance of sobriety until watching as my friend struggled to maintain hers.
I didn't know how much I desire to love another and be cherished by him--until I lived in relationships that lacked such characteristics.
I didn't know the importance of the temple until I made the sacrifice to be there 6 hours each week.
I didn't know the importance of implicit chastity, until I saw a friend suffer from having aborted her child.
Without the antitheses of joy, would I really have the conviction and faith sufficient to seek after and obtain joy? Without knowing heartache, would I even be able to differentiate that and happiness? I guess you could say that that sometimes the poorest spot of ground actually yields the most strength and tenderness as we turn to Christ and ask in faith that He show us what we are to learn--even the worst of trials can provide the sweetest lessons.
[from an earlier post]
I don't know why my friend has cancer, but I know not to take a single day for granted. I know to express my love to he and his sweet wife, to make wonderful memories with them now, I know that taking the time to paint for him his favorite fishing spot--is probably the most important thing I can do today--even if it is finals week.
I don't know why my dream of getting married and raising a family is being postponed, but I know that the lessons I am learning now of financial Independence and frugality will help me be a much more wise steward of the resources we are blessed with in my future family. I know that the previously undealt with emotional issues, and family of orgin things would have been a liability as a wife and mother and so this time has been a great blessing to refine and purify my own life while looking forward to the joy of marriage and family life in the gospel. I have been given the chance to be an ordinance worker, something I won't again have the chance to do until all my children are adults. I have the time to focus on school and multiple degrees, to increase my earning capacity and marketability so that if necessary I can help support my family, I can contribute to their missions and college educations so that they will have as many opportunities afforded them as possible. I have had the opportunity to travel the world--something I will continue to do. I have had the opportunity to live in various countries and states, to see true poverty and appreciate more the blessings and prosperity I have. I have the opportunity to develop talents that may have been left untouched for years--painting, writing, photography, service, cooking, running, skiing, teaching, loving. I have had the chance to date &/or get to know so many great people--some that choose not to live up to their greatness--but nonetheless I have learned wonderful things from each one of them.
From Brent--how to laugh and have fun, from Corey--how to plan and organize, from Nathan--how to dream big, from Alan--sensitivity, from Dave--not to give up on something you want in life, from Ryan--how to match your actions to your words, from Mark--how to do what's right regardless of what's going on around you, from Isaac--to always be willing to help someone in need, from Jim--that stalwart and fun truly can come together, from Ben--how to realize something needs to be done, from Benjamin--really applying yourself to your studies, From Robbie & Russell--that good guys really are the way to go, from Gard--how to follow the spirit and just listen w/o trying to fix the situation, from Jeff--to follow your heart, from James--how to make family your first priority, from Andrew--unwavering diligence, from Craig--how to relax and just enjoy life, from Kip--a passion for teaching, from Eric--power in the priesthood and covenant keeping, from Jake--a high level of expectation and moral cleanliness, from Josh--working hard for what you want, from John--sincerity, from Jon--to not to settle for mediocre even if everyone else does, from Steve--balance work and play...
I don't understand why paralyzing illness or abuse has touched my life, but I do value my health in a way I don't know that I otherwise would. I do understand and empathize more with others because of these experiences, and I know the importance of making and keeping safe boundaries. I also know and am aware of the possibility of becoming a victim to your circumstances when they are difficult or when another person's choices are hurting you--but I choose to act and not be acted upon. Somethings in life we cannot control, but we can always control how we react. And we can always choose our attitude even during the hardest times.
I don't know how long I will grieve the loss of my brother, but I now know never to take one moment for granted, I know not to let times go when you can say I love you face to face, I know now never to judge another, I know understand that some illness cannot be seen--they must be perceived from the heart. I'm so grateful for every picture I took and memory I recorded, I enjoy every moment I can with his kids and realize that sometimes sliding down the stairs in a sleeping bag, or watching the incredibles really is more important than anything else if I am spending time with those I love. I now know that I never regret sharing my knowledge of God's love with another. I never regret praying by name for someone I care about, and I know now more of the infinite atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ than I ever did before.
I don't know what it is that I am supposed to be learning right now--That isn't true.
I just need to take the time to ponder the things I learning in order to better see the hand of the Lord in my life. I need not be impatient with myself or God.
In fact there is so much that I don't have answers to... That is true--I don't know it all--but if I did, I would never have to go on faith. If I had all the answers, it wouldn't be much of a test, and if I didn't have to dig deep within my soul to find the strength to carry on, I may not have the enduring characteristics, or Christ-like attributes that help me to become like him, and to enjoy eternal life with those I love. I do know that God lives, he is my father in Heaven. I know that he loves me, and with his ability to see the past from the future, the end from the beginning...i trust in the refining purpose of these trials, I know that I have learned things that I could not otherwise know. My faith in His ability and power unto deliverance will increase...
Not only will I endure, I will rejoice and endure in faith, and continue to dream--allowing God through his grace to enanble me, to make my dreams a reality.
Posted by Ashley at 2:29 PM 1 comments
Never Cease to Dream...
"Have Faith, Not Fear
I have just two things to say to you who are troubled about the future. I say them lovingly and from my heart.
First, we must never let fear and the father of fear (Satan himself) divert us from our faith and faithful living. Every person in every era has had to walk by faith into what has always been some uncertainty. This is the plan. Just be faithful. God is in charge. He knows your name and He knows your need.
Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ—that is the first principle of the gospel. We must go forward. God expects you to have enough faith, determination, and trust in Him to keep moving, keep living, keep rejoicing. He expects you not simply to face the future; He expects you to embrace and shape the future—to love it, rejoice in it, and delight in your opportunities.
God is eagerly waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as He always has. But He can’t if you don’t pray, and He can’t if you don’t dream. In short, He can’t if you don’t believe....So, in a world of tribulation, let’s remember our faith. Let’s recall the other promises and prophecies that have been given, all the reassuring ones, and let’s live life more fully, with more boldness and courage than at any other time."
--Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&locale=0&sourceId=86bde5e18be63110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&hideNav=1
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I love to see the temple!!!

I just want to say that I love the temple! I have the opportunity right now to work there and have come to an even greater appreciation of God, my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ. I also learn each time I am there--and it inspires me to keep on learning! Working there for 6 hours each week has been a great blessing--a sacrifice of time and a reward of many sweet blessings and insights and most of all the peace that exists there and continues in my heart and home as I serve there! The temple has been closed for cleaning and the 4th of July...and I am SO happy to have it open again this week! It is a great privlige to have, as in ancient times a house of the Lord :) Since I lived in Florida and the temple was 4 hours away--I am now so thankful that I have so many temples here :)
To learn more...
On the purpose of temples:
http://www.lds.org/temples/purpose/0,11298,1897-1,00.html
Or to see the temples of the world:
http://www.lds.org/temples/geographical/0,11380,1899-1,00.html
Posted by Ashley at 10:16 PM 0 comments
AFSP 5K SLC
As many of you know, I am an active supporter of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention and have been since I lost my brother to suicide 2 years ago this month. I have done 5K's in Boca Raton and Miami, the 20 mile overnight in New York City, and now am helping to establish resources for the community here in Utah.
We are hoping to gain the support of people all across the Wasatch front and after a successful 5k in September establish a chapter here in the state of Utah that will raise awareness and increase preventative efforts by educating Jr. high and high school aged kids, educating physicians to recognize and deal with those who are suffering from mental illness and are at risk to take their own life, and to have a survivor outreach program for those that have lost loved ones to suicide.
My goal this year is much less that last year simply because I don't have the time to invest in fundraising and am spending much more time on administrative things as event chair.
PLEASE REGISTER AND PARTICIPATE WITH US!!!
http://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.createProfile&source=R
Even if you are in college and donating will not be your strong point, there is no minimum donation--we would love for you to be there!!!
Or, if you'd rather, you can donate to me or any of my team members:
http://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&eventID=606&participantID=4120
I wouldn't be a part of this if it weren't a good cause. The majority of our board are not members of the LDS faith, and they moved it from general conference weekend to September 27th to accommodate those of my faith in this valley--and I would love for them to see how wonderful the support can be :) People that I go to school with will be there giving massages and we will have many door prizes and a great atmosphere.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOU DO AND CONTINUE TO DO FOR GOOD!
For more information:
http://www.outofthedarkness.org/
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"The Trial of Our Faith Precedes Salvation..."
Have you ever wondered why life is hard? Have you had the occasion to wonder if you could handle the severity of the trial at hand? Have you ever thought that you just couldn't endure one more hardship? Does it ever seem that the night is just too dark, or felt buried by financial or social pressures? How about life not going the way you had hoped or planned?
I have.
And, well, for a long time I've thought that meant that I was weak... but I am coming to realize that it really just means I am human. Everyone experiences pain and heartache, disappointment and loss, joy and happiness. I looked around my classroom at UCMT today, and I realized that there is not 1 person in there that isn't going through something hard--death of a loved one, morning sickness, financial setbacks, broken hearts and relationships, issues with their children, friends, spouses, insomnia, illness, drug addiction...and we already lost 1 to suicide. I realize this is a very small sample from the human race... but nonetheless...everyone is up against some major opposition.
This week I have just felt tired and sad and overwhelmed.
Relationships
Last week I followed the feelings in my heart and mind to end the relationship I was in...with someone I care a great deal about. In order for me to maintain healthy boundaries, I remain quite detached from my family of origin. I did survive the 2 year anniversary of my brother's suicide this month and feel very grateful to God for making that possible. And other than that... I am so busy I don't really have time for deep and meaningful relationships right now.
Finances
I would be lying if I said that finances was a strong point for me... it is an area in which I have plenty of room to improve. Being aware of that I budgeted out the year--since I am in a full-time (60hr/week) program including anatomy, physiology, pathology--and sciences are not my strong point...well... seeing as this is my first year on a real budget...appropriately it is my first year being in a car accident...didn't budget for that one. I made it through the past few months by the mercy of God and a whole handful of miracles *next blog* but with only 11 weeks left in my program... I feel like I am drowning.
Service
I love to serve...sometimes to a fault. I am always very willing to serve and I rarely say no (although I am improving in that area of my life as well.) I currently serve as the chair for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention for the State of Utah--with a 5k coming up in September--PLEASE JOIN US :) I serve in the Provo Utah Temple for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and was recently released from my second term as president of my branch of the largest women's organization in the world--the Relief Society...
Education
With only 11 weeks of my program left...I am tired. We have 8 finals this week and projects and protocols due in every class. There are so many administrative problems at our campus that it can be very frustrating when you have paid to attain an education and some of them prevent learning and development.
Spirituality
Now this is probably the only dimension enabling me to hold on amid all the trials and testings and exhaustion... and don't get me wrong...when I say spirituality I mean very specifically my relationship with God, who I know to be my Father in Heaven, and his Son Jesus Christ. I don't mean LDS culture, or Utah County expectations, or singles ward (my college age congregation) activities, I mean where I stand before God. It is communicating with God through prayer, receiving guidance from him as I study the scriptures, it is feeling peace in my heart and a transcending love that I know only he can impart--it is a reason to get up and go everyday--and it helps me cultivate and maintain a desire and capacity to live--and do so with joy.
With the many dimensions and stresses in my life--both eustress and distress--there are times when I would like to give up. Times when I have a tendency to ask why life is so hard, if I can handle the severity of the trials at hand, if I endure one more hardship, if the night really is too dark, of to feel I'm buried beneath financial, social, educational stress, and to become frustrated that life just isn't going as I'd hoped or planned... this week it was hard to see beyond the trials. I just kept telling myself--I can do anything for 11 weeks--but there were times I doubted even that...
So I pulled out my scriptures...almost as a last resort I was so overwhelmed--nearing desperation and possibly even teetering toward apathy...
1 Peter Chapter one: The trial of our faith precedes salvation--Christ foreordained to be the redeemer.
As I read the words of an apostle of Jesus Christ, starting in verse 7: "that the trial of your faith, being more precious than of Gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ. Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory..." and then in verse 13: Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children..."
I don't know why my friend has cancer, I don't know why my dream of getting married and raising a family is being postponed, I don't understand why paralyzing illness or abuse has touched my life, I don't know how long I will grieve the loss of my brother, I don't know what it is that I am supposed to be learning right now--in fact there is so much that I don't have answers to...but I know that God lives. I know that he loves me, and with his ability to see the past from the future, the end from the beginning...if he sees a refining purpose in this trial, if my faith in His ability and power unto deliverance will increase...then I will endure.
I'm not really sure why I am throwing this out to the universe, maybe that some other person who maybe struggling can find hope in Peter's words, and purpose in affliction...Maybe to cause me to look at the other side, and better articulate all the blessings that God has placed in my life, or all the growth and strength that results--or even just in admission that regardless of standards or status, I am human and I do struggle and to cut myself some slack...even just in acknowledgement that I don't understand all these things, and I lack a great deal of strength and wisdom, but I trust in God.
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Monday, July 21, 2008
I PROMISE TO POST...
Just think...at the very latest...I graduate in 12 weeks... I can post then...?
Posted by Ashley at 10:22 PM 2 comments
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
My Experience w/ The Master Cleanse...
I just haven't felt as good as I would like lately. I came home with 15lbs extra baggage as a missionary, and have just kept adding to it. I really like to cook (which doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing ;) but I tend to eat non-nutrient dense foods--aka junk--when stressed out, AND it is time I do something about that. Other than the sweets--I tend to follow very well what I learned in my food science nutrition classes here at BYU. In order to reward myself for this cleanse... WHEN I make it through days 1 & 2 I am going to have a manicure (I was given a gift certificate for one but have been saving it :) After days 3 & 4 I am going to have a facial and have my eyebrows waxed :) and when I make it through all 10 days I am going to have a body wrap done :D Thanks to Jeri--who has her own spa treatment and just finished the cleanse today!
For those of you who know me--I am not a dieter--at all; however, I live a very active lifestyle--running, biking, skiing, hiking, swimming etc. I want my body inline with the life that I live. I am hiking Mt. Timp before the summer is over, I want to return to Cinque Terre, and would love to hike every peak in the world. And so it is...
My thoughts after only a few hours on the cleanse...BOY how I am going to appreciate the Word Of Wisdom/Law of Health when this is over!!! AND the herbal tea and salt water drinks are so awful that I actually really appreciate the lemonade!
When life hands you lemons...cleanse..?
And, lastly... for those of you who wonder just what the master cleanse is:
LEMON DRINK for your Master Cleanse
you need:
2 tablespoons FRESH squeezed lemon or lime juice (approx. 1/2 lemon)
2 tablespoons genuine organic maple syrup, Grade B (the darker the better)*
1/10 teaspoon (a small pinch!) cayenne pepper, gradually increase (the more BTUs the better)
300 - 500 ccm (10-14 oz) pure water
In a 300ccm (10-ounce) glass (to allow for 227ccm and mixing room): 2 tablespoons fresh (and organic, if possible) lemon or lime juice (absolutely no canned or frozen juice). 2 tablespoons real (and organic, if possible) grade B or C maple syrup. (Don't use Grade A maple syrup or maple-flavored syrup. They are over-refined, which means that they are mostly refined sugars and lack essential minerals.) A small pinch of cayenne pepper (to taste). Spring or purified water, between room temperature and medium hot (but not cold) – fill to 1/4 liter (8 oz). Mix all the ingredients by thoroughly stirring or shaking, and drink. Or, in two 1 liter bottles: Juice of 3 lemons, divided equally between the two bottles (about 85ccm or 3 oz per bottle) An equal quantity of grade B or C maple syrup in each bottle (about 85 ccm or 3 oz per bottle) A pinch of cayenne in each bottle Spring or purified water (fill bottles to the top) Mix all the ingredients by thoroughly shaking; then drink throughout the day. Use fresh lemons or limes only, never canned or frozen lemon juice. Use organic and vine ripened when possible. Also, mix your lemonade fresh just before drinking. Don't mix it up in the morning for the whole day. You can, however, squeeze your lemons in the morning and measure out the 2 tablespoons when needed.
* YL Clinic says you can use Agave instead of the maple syrup. Tom Woloshyn (who studied with Stanley Burroughs himself) disagrees. Clinic says if you have diabetes or hypoglycemia, use molasses. If you feel weak or have a sugar imbalance you can add a scoop of Power Meal. Or you can try Master Amino Acid Profile (MAP) for protein without any residuals or strain on the body more info here: http:/www.weightlossessentials.com/aminoacid.html
SALT WATER FLUSH:
Drink an oral salt water enema upon arising. To do this, add 2 level teaspoons of uniodized sea salt to a quart of lukewarm water (the one-quart juice bottles in which most organic juices come work very well). Shake well, then drink the entire quart. It's also good to massage the colon as well. Make sure you use uniodized sea salt; regular or iodized salt will not have the same beneficial effect. This oral enema will flush out your entire digestive tract and colon from top to bottom, usually within an hour, prompting you to eliminate several times, clearing out the plaque and debris from the walls, and the parasites that have been living there.
Lemonade Drink:
Drink the lemonade mix every 1 to 2 hours. Take no other food, but do be sure to drink plenty of purified water in addition to the lemonade drink. Drink as much of this lemonade as you want, but make sure that you drink at least twelve 1/4 liter (8 oz) glasses. The lemonade contains all the vitamins and minerals you need. This can be combined with supplements for colon cleansing such as Bentonite or Psyllium Seeds. You don't have to start your fast on the morning of the first day. You can begin later in the day, even if you've already eaten. Once you begin, however, eat nothing more while you're on the fast. It's also a good idea to read Stanley Burrough's book, The Master Cleanser. Note: Diabetics, refer to the special instructions on page 19 of The Master Cleanser.
Note: Bentonite is the only product known to remove plaque from the walls of the intestine and colon. The plaque in your stool will look like egg shells on the outside of the bentonite "gel." Bentonite works most effectively when the colon is empty of food. It grabs the plaque which has been loosened by the lemon juice and the resting/fasting process. The salt water enema pushes out the bentonite gel and the plaque and debris that is stuck to it and in it. The salt water further cleanses the walls as it passes through, resulting in shiny clean walls.
Herbal Laxative:
Each evening you can drink an herbal laxative tea to help with elimination, do this right before bed time.
GOING OFF LEMONADE FAST
Burroughs recommends a minimum of 10 days on this. You can safely do 40 days or more.
First Day: Start with 4 oz. [1/8 liter] fresh squeezed orange juice mixed with 4 oz. water. If it goes well, drink several more 8 oz. [1/4 liter] glasses of fresh orange juice during the day. Sip slowly. Dilute with water if needed.
Second Day: Drink several 8 oz. [1/4 liter] glasses of orange juice during the day -- with extra water, if needed.
In the evening make a vegetable broth (no canned soup). Use seasonal leafy and root vegetables such as: beets and beet tops, turnips and turnip greens, kale, carrots, onions, parsley, celery, potatoes, okra, one or two inds of legumes, squash, beans, a little salt, cayenne pepper and dehydrated vegetables or veg. powder may be added for flavor (no MSG or hydrolyzed protein).
Cook lightly. Drink the broth, eating only a few bites of the vegetables.
Third Day: Orange juice in the morning. At noon have some more soup with some of the vegetables. No meat, fish, eggs, bread, pastries, tea, milk, or coffee. For Dinner, have the vegetables in the soup.
Fourth Day: Orange juice or lemon and maple syrup in the morning. Fruits, vegetables, seeds, nuts for lunch. Salad or fruit for dinner.
Fifth Day: Eat normally but no junk food, dairy, tea, coffee, white flour or white rice, heavy animal proteins. If, after eating is resumed, distress or gas occurs, go back to the lemonade diet for a few days until the system is ready for food.
(Excerpt from "Healing for the Age of Enlightenment" by Stanley Burroughs -Stanley Burroughs Master Cleanse - available through Essential Science Publishing.)
Posted by Ashley at 6:56 AM 4 comments
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The Protective Hand of the Lord in My Life...
Many thanks to all of you for your love and kindness this past week! For those of you who do not yet know... Thursday after my massage therapy classes I changed and rushed out the door for a meeting for the American Foundation of Suicide Prevention in SLC. I was traveling about 65mph Northbound on the 15, when the car 4 or 5 cars in front of me came to a complete stop. After throwing my car into second and slamming on the brakes as best i could...all I remember after that is what seemed to me to be a brick wall combine with a flash of metal and glass--and a lot of pain. My air bag didn't deploy and my seatbelt didn't lock until i was at a 45 degree angle...and by then it merely acted as a sling shot to propel my head forward into the steering wheel.
For those of you that have been in a car accident... you know much better than I did what to expect... I thought that the day after I would feel much better... boy was I WRONG. Friday was worse than Thursday and today was worse than all the others. Now that the muscles are cold and the shock has worn off... I hurt. I did get urgent care, and found that the cartilage got pulled from my ribs and sternum and that I strained all the muscles and tendons in my neck...at least there is a reason that I hurt, right?
Through it all, I feel that the hand of the Lord was truly reaching out to keep me safe in the accident, sending loving people to my side for aid, and granting blessings that I personally have needed to get through it all. While I still don't know how it will work out, I trust that the Lord knows me and is aware of my needs. I know that a way will be provided in my life.
I think the best part of it all has been feeling the Spirit of my brother Scott near me through it all--in the accident--when I've received blessings--and in the long pain filled hours since. To be honest... the accident and experience have been worth it just to feel him near. Immediately when I was in the accident that is who I wanted to call for help--the car expert, the one who wouldn't yell at me, the one who helped me the other times when I got hit. It is nice to know that when loved ones depart this mortal life it is not the end.
A special thanks to my Sister-in-law Laurel for her kindness right after the accident, to my quality roommates and loving people from the congregation I attend of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and to all the many who have offered prayers in my behalf.
Before...
After...
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
A Beautiful Easter Sunset!
This was the sunset that I watched Sunday from the park. I had plans with my sister-in-law, but something came up and she needed to reschedule, so I had a lot of time to myself. I felt such great peace as I pondered the depth and meaning of Easter. What does it mean to me? How is my life different because of Jesus Christ, his life, death and resurrection?
I had the opportunity to speak in church this same Easter Sunday. I spoke on the personal application of the atonement of Jesus Christ and the joy that has come into my life through my individual relationship with Him. Maybe I will post my talk on here in the next couple of days...
There were so many ways in which I saw the hand of the Lord in my life this weekend, one of the best ski days of my life Saturday, with an old friend who never ceases to amaze me and even just being in his presence makes me want to be better--not to mention race to the bottom of the hill ;) I had the strength to work some of the longest days of my life last week and was able to get all my homework done early for the coming week. I had a great discussion with my bishop and really feel at peace with some new opportunities to serve. I was very blessed to see clearly some things in my life that have perplexed me lately... I love the Lord and feel so fortunate to have a covenant relationship with him that governs my choices, enables me with strength greater than my own, and gives me guidance and priorities in a world of confusion and distress.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Better Late than Never...Eh?!?

Well, I must first apologize for my delinquency in writing this… I felt earlier that I needed to—and well—today was just a difficult day.
I tried everything to keep my head out of the clouds of despair—I ran/biked/row’d for 2 hours at the gym this morning, then went for a run and sat outside in the sunshine. I kept lunch plans with an old friend I hadn’t seen in months, went to visit a couple of girls in my ward, wrote a postcard to my favorite lil’ Buckeyes, went to my favorite place of peace, studied the scriptures a great deal, was able to do something for a friend, pulled out some old healing & recovery books… And in so doing at least was able to look at it for what it was—a veryharduglynogoodverybad day—even amid the veryharduglynogoodverybad parts of the day there were many blessings. In fact, the whole day wasn’t all together terrible…I just got word that a family I have grown to love very much has separated, and I was also trying to sort through all the pictures on my computers for transfer/backup to an external hard drive… I am not ready to go through all the pictures yet, and I don’t ever want to be so desensitized that I am ‘ready’ for news that a family has chosen to go their separate ways.
And NOW…after that incredibly long disclaimer as to why I postponed writing this…
At 3:55pm today I started an entry entitled ‘True Friends…’ mainly because of the way my life has been blessed by genuine and enduring friendships. Particularly because it was 1 year ago yesterday that I met Christianne Mohr—a friend like no other. I got to talk to her yesterday and as we reminisced over the lifetime of changes that have taken place in our lives—my heart was filled with gratitude.
When I left Provo just over one year ago I went to Florida. At this point in time I felt I had come to the end of my rope. Life—and other people’s decisions had dealt me some pretty rough cards and I just did not have sufficient faith for the trials at hand. I needed more faith. I needed greater trust in God. I needed to know that with his help I truly could endure…but the thought did cross my mind that I could go to Florida and disappear, no one would ever even know I was there—go lay on a beach—drown my sorrows in the ocean and any other drug of choice…I still struggled with Scott’s death and hated myself that I wasn’t able to do more to help him want to live…
Luckily for me 2 of the people I love most in the world flew down and met me the day I arrived—Sydney & Stockton. Having them there insured one thing—I would do everything in my capacity to ensure they felt my love and the love of God and had a fantastic time! We would go to church, play at the beach, make sandcastles, go to Disney World, sing songs and be happy and make yummy breakfast-lunch-dinner—and anything else they wanted. The first week was lived to the fullest! That first Sunday at the church in Boca I met Christianne. (Now mind you at this point I was living life to the fullest because of the love I had for Sydney & Stockton. I didn’t feel like anyone, including God, could love me—after all I was not able to help my own brother find a desire to live.
How could God possibly bless someone flawed and imperfect like me? How could he possibly send lifelong, genuine, forgiving & charitable friends to me? How could he care about whether or not I had a roof over my head? How could he love me at a time when I didn’t love myself and didn’t think anyone in the world could love me? I’m not sure, but He does. That is the best part. He knows everything from the end to the beginning. He knows all my flaws and imperfections and He still loves me. He knew I would bail mid-semester on classes @ BYU, He knew I wouldn’t graduate when everyone else thought I should. He knew I didn’t know how to cope with the abuse and emotional issues stemming from a dysfunctional family of origin, He knew I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go to church, He knew I was still angry and felt like no one in the world or church understood my pain or could say or do anything helpful, He knew I felt that everyone I loved would eventually check out of my life whether it be via divorce or suicide or separation, and that is the one of the most beautiful and perplexing parts of the whole thing… HE KNOWS PERFECTLY. Somehow, through the life ministry & atonement, Jesus Christ suffered all that is beyond my present comprehension, so in those times when no one truly does understand—He does.
God also knew the best thing I could possibly have done to feel his love was to extend a hand of friendship and service to another who was suffering. When Christianne showed up in jeans that Sunday—she showed on the outside that she was as out of place as I felt on the inside. I truly didn’t know Christ. I didn’t trust Him enough to believe He could deliver me from the pains of hell, of self-contempt, or grief and despair. I guess you could say we had a casual relationship up until now—I was a fair weather friend—when life was great and when God blessed me for my good decisions—it was easy to follow Him and obey his commandments—but now I was doing all that I could and every part of my whole soul ached…I couldn’t see a blessing if it came up and introduced itself to me. And as such I wondered if all the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ I had taught as a missionary, to missionaries, and to others I love—if they really had the power to bring me to Christ—or if I had just wanted to believe so badly that there was something better out there that I had contrived in my own head a God and as such was rigidly following the rules that I hoped would allow me temporary relief from the reality of my life.
My number one reason in going to Florida was to find out if there really was a God—and if He really did love me—and my brother—and any of us imperfect people. And if there was a God I really wanted to strengthen my relationship with Him so that I again had a desire to love and serve and become like Him—and maybe even grow to love myself. This was something I had never done. I had gained small particles of identity that I loved—Sister Crist, the missionary, the MTC teacher, the relief society president. Ashley, the friend, the artist, the BYU student, the ski instructor, the rescuer. Aunt Ashwee, the all inclusive excuse to love unconditionally—but at the heart of all of this there was an fearful and insecure person that needed to do something great in order to earn the love and acceptance of those around me. In deepening my relationship with God, I have become even more aware of my flaws. I have seen even more clearly all my weaknesses. But I have also felt the love and guidance and friendship of the Lord more than ever before, and have gained an identity through that love that is not contingent upon any flawed or mortal perspective. It never wanes, nor tires, it never dies nor falls short—Christ never decides to walk away. Even after all my tantrums and faithlessness and disobedience and follies and imperfections—His hand is outstretched still. There is no person in this life or the next that is beyond the grasp of Savior Jesus Christ. He is my creator. He knew that I would be flawed and fall and falter in faith and cry out in frustration—and in so doing hopefully stop my own utterances long enough to hear His voice and accept his invitation to ‘Come unto [Him].’ I know that He loves me. I know that through His love I am enabled to face even my deepest fears—that through His love and mercy I can even love myself and allow myself to be loved by others.
Sometimes I feel like a little kid who is just learning lessons like how to get up when I fall, or how to say I am sorry when I hurt someone, or how to share even when I don’t want to, or how to trust that someone who says they love me really does, or how to acknowledge my feelings and take care of my needs, or how to cry when I am sad, or how to accept a compliment when it is extended-or a gift when it is given—One of the best lessons I am learning right now it to be grateful for those greatest gifts that involve the love and lasting friendship of another. There are few people who choose to love in such a pure and selfless way that it enables us to be better people—to open up and feel, to love and to serve and to heal. God has placed so many of these people around me that I would be ungrateful as to not mention a few just over the past few days…
There is my dear friend in Rexburg that reminds me to keep going and put one foot in front of the other even when life is hard or when you feel you ‘can’t stand up.’ One that shares with me both great laughter and great tears. One who extended to me a challenge as we spoke this evening to focus on at least 3 things that I am grateful for each day and then promised me blessings and arranged a time to follow-up with me and see how it went.
There is a new old friend that was the first to ask me if I knew God loved me—one who overlooked many imperfect actions on my part and drove hours to support me on a day I didn’t think I would physically or emotionally survive. One who has blessed my life as I’ve come back to face reality.
There is a sweet ecclesiastical leader that took the time to get to know me and to assist in the healing process when all he needed to do was sign the paper. One that didn’t make me feel as though there were 40 people waiting—even though there were. One that made me feel I was the most important person in the world and that God truly is aware.
There is the sweet and sincere friend who came up to me this morning at the gym and really cared to know how I was doing. Rather than skipping off to run, she stood and listened as well as catching me up on her life for nearly an hour. One that asks real questions and listens for truthful answers. One who cares about your well-being.
There is the sweet sister in the ward that called to tell me I was missed when I didn’t make it to our game today—I just didn’t want to play today. One that will still love me even though I didn’t make it.
There was the generous old friend that I was able to reconnect with today, one who saw a need and offered something she had that helped to fill that need. One that doesn’t pretend to be someone else and who inspires me to do the best I can. One who has been there through the thick and thin of it with me and who has allowed me that same privilege to be there for her.
AND then there is God. The loving and merciful friend who orchestrates all these blessings in my behalf. He is my perfect example. He is the only one that knows ‘exactly how I feel’ all the time. He forgives me when I do something amiss. He is the redeemer of my soul—both from death and sin—but also from unbelief and self-hate. If I do not allow my lack of faith or confidence in Him to disable His infinite love and power He extends to me His hand, an eternal binding love that enables me strength to endure and overcome and learn and grow and to become more like him. One who makes it possible to say—though flawed and imperfect—He loves me and I love myself.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
All About Aesthetics...
I have been inspired by Jami and so many others with the great music & aesthetics on here... so I am in the process of remodeling... so if you are no longer on the link list it is only because I haven't gotten around to putting them on...
And... more great pics from my trip up North...still to come!!!
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Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Fabulous to be freezing in REXBURG!!!
Currently it has warmed up to a sizzling 7 degrees here in Rexburg Idaho!
[Insert sarcasm here]
I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful Valentine's & President's Day weekend though! We got here last night in time to enjoy an interesting double blind date for Valentine's--good planning Christi ;)
My best friend Christianne is going to to school up here. Aside from staying up all night, having people on campus look at us like we were soberly intoxicated today (a very normal phenomenon for us) and eating slightly too many Reeses, Sour Patch Kids, conversation hearts, sugar cookies, popcorn and hot chocolate w/ marshmellows, homemade chips & salsa... it has been a very well-balanced weekend...if by 'well-balanced' I mean being sicker than a dog when we returned from the movie tonight--we really know how to have a good time!
Or as Christi said only moments ago... Ashley had so much fun she was embracing the porcelain goddess...
Which reminded me of a great story:
At the last church activity in Florida, while playing a game called 2 truths and a lie, one woman there said she had 'seen the throne of God' to which Christianne responded in her loving and coy way: "wait, you saw God's toilet!?!" Needless to say... the woman was was not very entertained by her childlike sense of humor--but I was.
Tomorrow we are headed up to Targhee to do some skiing & snowboarding--8" fresh powder today on an already monsterous base!
There is nothing like spending time with a quality friend with whom you can laugh and cry and be sick and do doughnuts in the parking lot with--After a long drive and a full day of work and school yesterday we had so much fun talking that the night turned into hours and the hours into minutes and the minutes into seconds which flew by as though we had never skipped a beat--very similar to our cross country road trip! There is just something about a friend who doesn't change according to weather, distance, proximity or age (he he he she'll always be older than I am) a truly timeless and non-judgmental friend that helps you reach your goals and loves you even when you no longer aspire to the same old goals.
Last night was wonderful--realizing that we've both made so much progress since the last all-night conversation--sharing the horror stories of the dating scene--as well as the wonderful romances and classic crushes that come with college life...
Christianne is an incredible friend--as the newspapers reported "on a whim flying to New York with me" to complete a 20 mile race, buying National Geographic from my 6-year-old niece who was selling magazines for her school, sitting through 'rat basketball' with me at the slightly disturbing (but endearing because of the company we were in) Cosi museum in Ohio, sleeping in Central Park wrapped like Pop Tarts, sharing 3 speeding tickets spanning 3 states, sporting the Christmas Tree costume in the car, locking the keys in the car, laughing till my tummy aches, water skiing Pineview on 3 sleepless nights, the lily pads on the water in Nauvoo, many days laying on beaches, OHH the Cheesecake Factory Chocolate cake!!! Cleaning nasty houses in Boca, selling water on the beach in Boca, the man at Lantana, CES Regional dances & firesides, Dori moments, bribing guard gates with cookies, 'Divine,' Serendipity, Church in Manhattan, sleeping in airports, not killing Delta, Sunday School, Gumby, Ether 12:27, Youth Ed-Week, mocking Nathan Pacheco, taking cookies to do-not-contacts, pedicures for prevention, teaching Institute...
There is nothing like the impact a true friend can have on ones life.
More to come...but for now..Nighty-night!!!
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Saturday, February 9, 2008
TOGETHER AGAIN SOMEDAY!!!

As everyone who knows anything about me...or knows nothing and just happens to read this blog...you know my brother Scott died just over a year and a half ago. I have gotten the opportunity to prepare the information for his temple work to be done today!
*For those (Like Hilary who just asked ;) I promise to add more detail this afternoon when I return.
Of all the things I have ever had the opportunity to be a part of--this one has brought me the most lasting joy. I know that it is our responsibility to do it and allow him the opportunity to do with it what he will!
More to come :)
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Opposition in all things...
As many of you know... I am entirely enamored with my nieces and nephew... AND I love to post adorable pictures...favorite smiles...heartwarming memories etc. This one for instance is at 'hammy's house' when God had not yet been thanked for the meal... and she put her little head down and just waited until the food had been blessed.
My personal study this week has been in the second Book of Nephi... from the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ (http://scriptures.lds.org/en/bm/introduction) In it, Nephi is recording the doctrinal teachings of his father Lehi who was a prophet roughly 600 years before Christ came, at the time Jerusalem was destroyed. By divine design Lehi and his family left Jerusalem, preserved the records of the people, and journeyed in the wilderness.
Personally I think it would have been a great adventure...though I doubt they had MSR WhisperLites...
No, seriously they suffered great hardships. Lack of food, possessions, the comforts of home, they even gave birth to chidren while dwelling in tents. After sharing incredible insight as to the nature of and educating value of opposition, Lehi makes his declaration that after having been subject to both the good and the bad...we are then enabled to 'choose the good part.' (http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2)
I thought a great deal about the things I appreciate, and why I appreciate them. One of the simple joys I have in life is laughing with children that I love... or beautiful moments like this where Samantha understood the importance of prayer... I know for a fact that I would not appreciate the good times so much with no exposure to the bad. For instance how would I know the difference between silence having heard no noise. How would I differentiate between laughter and tears if I had known no sorrow? I love that at the point I am at in my life... it is entirely up to me how I will act and what I will choose. I am excited and know that for every decision there is a consequence--and when we do as the Lord asks we are truly blessed. Bring on the blessings!!!
And yes, I realize that not all blessings come as we desire... but they will come as what is best for us. So whenever I feel sorrow, pain, fear, anger or any difficult emotion... I will revel in the reality that because of it I can better feel and appreciate joy, comfort, faith & contentment...
And so it is in taking the good with the bad that I find myself endowed with the capacity to appreciate opposition in all things... and find myself able to choose the better part...
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
LOVIN' THE COLD!!!
Just outside Midway, Utah
Sunset Provo Canyon
Wind Chill -20*
From the Base of Bridal Veil Falls, Provo Canyon
Back Mountain Sundance, UT
Snowshoeing Park City, UT
Bend of The Upper Provo River
Just Outside Heber City, UT
My little car's first snow bath...
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Saturday, February 2, 2008
A Tribute to President Gordon B. Hinckley:
President Gordon B. Hinckley, A prophet, seer, revelator, example & friend.
This week one of the most influential men in my life died. Ever since the time I became converted to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, Gordon B. Hinckley has served as the president of the church. The first doctrinal sermon I remember was given by President Hinckley in November 2000--I had the opportunity to be there in person--and near the end of his talk--he prayed for us (the youth of the church).
Up until this point in my life I had never had that experience of someone praying out loud for my welfare. Hearing someone petition God in my behalf. Knowing that he loved me and wanted the best for me. This was a very powerful confirmation to me that the choices I had made to live my life according to the teachings of the Gospel of Jesus Christ was the correct decision--even if I still didn't have all the answers that I wanted, I knew that I couldn't let what I didn't know keep me from what I did know--God loves me--and through his mouthpiece--or prophet--he was telling me that.
Time passed and I attended Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah. I had many opportunities to hear President Gordon B. Hinckley speak and was able to study his life & his words, both written and spoken. How my love for this sweet man grew.
Here was a man more than 70 years older than me who put me to shame with his level of energy and optimism and devotion to righteousness--only not in a condemning way--not to make me feel guilty or to despair that I would never be good enough--in a purely exemplary, loving, Christ-like & motivating way--I wanted to be better.
My second year at BYU I was able to study abroad in Italy, Switzerland, France & England. Here I was able to learn from & with many other saints many of whom I shared only my faith in God with. Here I realized that the doctrine of the Gospel of Jesus Christ does not change according to culture, race, language, ethnicity, age nor life experience. God is the same. His teachings are the same. I had the opportunity to testify of Jesus Christ and my love for him in each country that we studied in, and in so doing found an even greater love than I had before understood.
I wanted to share my love of God and His teachings and the happiness I had found as I studied and applied those principles in my own life. I decided to serve a mission. I was called to serve in the Washington Spokane Mission, and honestly was a little disappointed that it wasn't more exotic...or at least more than an hours plane ride from home... I had to wrestle with my pride and discovered from God that this was truly where I needed to be, that through His Prophet I had been called to serve there, and I decided in that moment to serve with all my heart might mind and strength. I loved hearing about President Hinckley's own mission to England where he'd had a hard time and his father told him to forget himself and go to work... it was such a great example to me.
While serving a full-time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I came to an even greater appreciation of Jesus Christ and His servants here on the Earth. I studied the lives and teaching of God's chosen servants and I desired so badly to "waste and wear out my life" serving God as they did. While I was in Washington and the surrounding area, I had many choice experiences that have helped to shape me and reach a greater divine potential. One of the experiences that really stuck with me, relative to President Hinckley involves my dear sweet niece Sydney.
One day my family had gathered for dinner and everyone had gotten their drinks and had sat down to eat when Sydney(2 1/2) questioned everyone as to their choice or beverage. When she got to her dad, his response was beer. Sydney then told him how beer was bad for him. Scott being annoyed and questioning her source for such information asked her where she heard that, to which she sweetly responded, "Pwezident Hinkwee." I decided to write a little note to President Hinckley and tell him this experience and to thank him for teaching not only me, but also all of the children. How badly I wanted my brother to understand the importance of what his sweet daughter had tried to teach him that day.
While I was in Washington, President Hinckley lost his dear sweet wife. It was April 6, 2004. How my heart ached for him. I had only ever seen him happy and optimistic and full of life--he openly grieved and spoke of how dearly he missed her. He had such a love and reverie for women. I did not grow up in an environment where women were respected. I loved hearing him speak of his daughters and grand-daughters and women that he worked with in the church. It gave me such hope that there were/are men in the world who feel that way and act accordingly. Whether in jest or outright women were cut down and mocked in my family, never to be smart enough, nothing of value to contribute or accomplish. My brother still 'tunes out' during general conference when women speak. I love and appreciate President Hinckley for being one of the first men to show me that as a woman I have worth.
I got ill on my mission and had to return home early. I was devastated. I asked for a blessing before leaving Washington and in it was reminded that even the prophet and apostles get sick and that through such physical ailments would have many opportunities to have my faith tried and to develop greater spiritual strength. I worked for months trying to get my health to where I could return to full-time service, but not feeling 100% and knowing that I couldn't serve with anything but all my heart might mind and strength, I returned to school to complete my education and allow my body to recover. I had a greater amount of time to dedicate to my study of the lives and words of God's chosen prophets. My love and respect for them continued to grow. I was perplexed how at 95 years old President Hinckley--while grieving the loss of his eternal companion, and battling cancer could face life as enthusiastically as he did--and continually remind me that "this is not a gospel of doom and gloom..." Oh how badly i wanted to internalize that sentiment. I kept trying. I wanted to do as President Hinckley reminded us often and to "stand a little taller."
I was able to again attend school and had the privilege of teaching others to serve as missionaries. Working in the Missionary Training Center (MTC) in Provo Utah was very possibly one of my favorite experiences. It was wonderful being able to help missionaries learn & hopefully start them off at a place of greater advancement then I had been. I loved being able to attend devotionals/large group meetings where leaders of the church were instructing the missionaries and to continue learning from them.
At this time I also had the privilege of serving as the president of the women’s organization in the congregation of my church that I attended… I think the experience is best summed up by my sister-in-law who is not a member of my same faith, but who is a wonderful faithful woman and who very insightfully said… “well Ash it’s not because you have all the answers it is because you have the most to learn from this opportunity to serve right now in your life.” How right she was. I learned a greater deal of reverence for the leaders of the church and especially President Hinckley as I struggled with things like delegating responsibility and having some people not want to accept the invitation to serve. I struggled with feelings of inadequacy and at times felt entirely overwhelmed, like there weren’t enough hours in the day, or like all my efforts still were insufficient for the task at hand… Then I would look to President Hinckley and the way he delegates even to people like me who have no idea how to run an organization and how much trust and faith he places in us—and how he does so with such joy and enthusiasm… Laurel was right I did/do have so much to learn!
Time continued to pass and life got more challenging. I was faced with the choice between multiple right decisions…these are much harder for me—I like to do everything that is right and sometimes it is just not possible. The choice between right and wrong is already made in my mind so it doesn’t produce any anxiety…but all these good things caused my little mind to swim. My brother was not doing well. I knew that. I didn’t really want to face it…but it began to blatantly face me.
In September of 2005 I felt that I needed to quit working at the MTC, heartbroken I went to tell my boss. I tried to explain to her, but I wasn’t even entirely sure as to why I was quitting—until the moment I spoke to her and said it was because I needed to spend more time with my brother and his kids. I then explained some of the events that had transpired and how I knew that no one could take my place as a Sister or in the calling I had received to serve the sisters in my ward (congregation)…but that there were plenty of good missionaries recently returned from service that could teach missionaries. I felt like I was giving up the most stable part of my life.
My brother Scott continued to get sicker and checked himself into a drug rehab program in SLC. Because of my altered scheduled I was able to go and visit him weekly. He included me much more in his struggle. I was able to give him a copy of the Book of Mormon with my thoughts, feelings and experience with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I included in it the incredible promise from President Gordon B. Hinckley, “Without reservation I promise you that if each of you will observe this simple program, regardless of how many times you previously may have read the Book of Mormon, there will come into your lives and into your homes an added measure of the Spirit of the Lord, a strengthened resolution to walk in obedience to His commandments, and a stronger testimony of the living reality of the Son of God” (Liahona and Ensign, Aug. 2005, 6)
Knowing Scott’s frustration with people who profess to be of God and yet judge and criticize and condemn, I also included the promise from Elder Wirthlin that “the Church is not a place where perfect people gather to say perfect things, or have perfect thoughts, or have perfect feelings. The Church is a place where imperfect people gather to provide encouragement, support, and service to each other as we press on in our journey to return to our Heavenly Father.” How grateful I was/am for the leaders of the church who can better articulate and more graciously state simple truths such as those when oft times I am incapable of doing so. Such incredible prophetic blessings.
The trials continued well into the following semester. It was a great blessing that I was quite busy… But that wouldn’t last long...
June 2nd 2006 I went for a quick jog before heading up to the lake with friends to water ski, and a temple worker hit me with his truck.
Now on bed rest, I watched helplessly as those I loved progressed farther from God and the plan of happiness. Father’s day 2006 may very well have been the most bleak day of my life up to this point. It was then that I realized that both my brother and my father were completely void of feeling. It was then the grieving process began for me. I cried well into the morning. How could I sit by and do nothing as those I love more than any others in this life choose misery and death? I still have a great deal to learn of God’s eternal perspective that is for sure. Was this a trial of faith?
July 3rd 2006, Scott ended his mortal life. I found out July 4th… that day stood independent as the darkest.
I did not have sufficient faith for this trial. After all I had fasted and prayed and obeyed God and his commands, and my brother’s life was not preserved. I felt as though I no longer knew anything. It was then that I really began to observe the life and works of the President of the church, how was he able to go on without his lifelong friend and beloved wife? And how did he manage to do it while maintaining all his responsibilities? I tried to reach out to those around me, but I didn’t know how and none of my friends knew how to act either. I quickly became frustrated, even despondent.
In what I now realize was an attempt to find gratitude, faith, optimism…something positive, I wrote a brief note to President Hinckley thanking him for his example of faithfully enduring since the death of his wife. Wanting to appear very well composed and not wanting to drain any more of the very limited time resource of the President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I noted that no response was necessary, and thanked him for his example living the gospel of Jesus Christ.
President Hinckley wrote back. He knew how badly I was struggling. He knew that the trials had increased to a point where I felt there were not enough coping resources to cope with them. The letter speaks of Jesus Christ as our redeemer and judge. It speaks of the infinite nature of the Christ’s atonement and how he broke the bands of death for us. It speaks of peace that can come to us through the Holy Ghost and how it is through faith in Jesus Christ that we endure such trials and offered his prayers in my behalf and for those I love.
Today as I attended the funeral of President Gordon B. Hinckley, my heart drew upon all these memories. I cried both tears of sorrow and of joy. Selfishly I would like everyone I love to live in this life with me forever regardless of illness, age or situation, but luckily God knows better and has a timetable and a plan for each of us. Joy and peace truly filled my heart as I reflected upon the teachings of Jesus Christ as exemplified and preached by his Prophet Gordon B. Hinckley and knowing that he is now able to live eternally with his loving and faithful wife. It was beautiful to see the reverence of 10’s of 1,000’s as respect was paid to the Hinckley Family. How much my heart ached to see his chair empty at the conference center, or to not have him there to stop and wave his cane as he approached the exit—how grateful I am for his sweet daughter that did wave and continue her father’s expressions of faith and love and humor. How grateful I am that this is God’s church—that it is led by Him through whom He calls and that in a time of such uncertainty in the world that we have a prophet that lives and leads the church as Christ directs. How grateful I am to be a better person today than I was in November of 2000 when I first heard President Gordon B. Hinckley speak. I want to live a better life. I want to accomplish all that I can for good that God may be known by all that I meet. I want to live in such a way that I can see all those that I love, my brother Scott who didn’t know of God’s love and plan in this life, and also the sweet Prophet President Hinckley who helped me to find comfort amid grief and sorrow and who imparted of his knowledge of Jesus Christ at a time when my faith, immature and untried, was insufficient to withstand the tests of 2006.
God lives. He loves each of us. Jesus is the Christ, he is the redeemer of my soul. He is my ultimate example and most self-less, compassionate, perfect friend. Truly as Isaiah says, he has borne my sorrows and carried my grief. Christ is there for me in my times of sorrow and despair. He loves me and wants me to know joy even greater than my sorrow. He allows me to make choices that ultimately result in joy or pain—He is with me as I endure the choices of others that increase the difficulty and yield greater opportunity to learn in this life. Christ established the fullness of these truths and housed them in the early church. He was crucified. He suffered more than I can yet imagine—all that he might deliver each of us from sin and death—if we will come to Him. After Christ was killed many of the essential truths were lost, the apostles were killed and people struggled in darkness—many still wander in darkness. I wandered in darkness before I came to know God. I didn’t want to live in such a brutal calloused world—but through Christ I found light even amid the darkest nights and most excruciating trials. Through the Holy Bible and the Book of Mormon—testaments of Jesus Christ—I now have reason to hope in Christ. I have greater strength to endure. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens and enables me to do things that I would not be able to do if left to my own abilities. Just as I reverence Gordon B. Hinckley, so too do I revere Joseph Smith—both prophets called of God who made more readily available a knowledge of God’s love and the teachings that I need to find joy in this life and in the life to come with all those that I love. While my heart aches at saying goodbye for a time to a beloved prophet of the Lord Jesus Christ, I will live to follow his example, to “do my very best.” I will marry and love as he and Sister Hinckley did—so emulating the culminating joy of the plan of Salvation both in this life & the next. These things I know and it is these things that allow me to face each new day with hope and to rejoice in the Love of God.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I know...I know... I know...
I am well aware that my consistency in blogging has decreased exponentially since my return to this blessed & frozen state of UTAH... I promise to blog more soon!
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The miracles of coming back to the BYU...
SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!
I made it 3,000 miles across the country with dry roads. The night I got here it snowed like crazy.
I got to surprise Sydney, Stockton & Samantha & have a slumber party with them. We had a wonderful breakfast of french toast & bacon, went to see Disney's Enchanted, then had lunch @ Chick-Fil-A...
I then went up to Park City...enjoyed large amounts of powder... After all it is the best snow on Earth! Skiing, snowshoeing! Running in slush!!!
Sunday morning I was going to drive down into the valley for church...but we got multiple feet of snow so I opted for the 11am Park City meetings... There I met Shannon. I now live across the street from her and purchased her friends housing contract. I didn't even have to come down and search...I have wonderful roommates and love it here!
As soon as I found a place to live...I came down with the nasty cold my brother and his wife are just recovering from...
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