Thursday, February 1, 2018

From Roots to Fruits











Last night, we were treated to a unique culmination of Heavenly phenomena, a blue moon, a lunar eclipse, and a super moon. These heavenly phenomena coincided with “Rosh HaShanah La'Ilanot", Tu BiSh'vat, or “New Year of the Trees”. In the Jewish faith, they usually celebrate natural phenomena. However, they believe that during lunar eclipses, it should be an opportunity to increase in prayer and introspection— the culmination of these particular events have me doing just that: pondering, praying, and trying to apply these lessons into my own life, as Deuteronomy says, "Man is [compared to] the tree of the field" (Deut. 20:19)


Dormancy

it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength.” Mosiah 4:27

It may seem odd to celebrate trees during the winter, when the world seems dead or barren. But New Year of the Trees takes place when the sap is beginning to rise in the trees. On the outside, the tree may appear dead, but on the inside, hidden, there is movement; the potential for new life is forming with roots ready to spring into action at the first sign of warmer weather. This is why Tu BiSh’vat is celebrated in the in the middle of the winter. It is to celebrate the POTENTIAL of the trees. Those of the Jewish faith understand that it is because of the cold winter that the tree is able to blossom and be fruitful in the spring.

Most trees go through a period of dormancy. For those who live where seasons are extreme, this period of dormancy is more easily observed. In the spring, we witness new life and tender buds that often give way to bright green foliage and beautiful blossoms. In summer, we bask in the glorious refreshing shade while trees work to produce various fruits. As summer gives way to fall, we are able to harvest the bounty and partake in the tree’s efforts. As fall progresses, we witness glorious displays of colored foliage, and then as temperatures drop, the leaves fall. Most trees take on an almost dead appearance. The trees have become dormant. Dormancy is a period in an organism's life cycle when growth and development are temporarily stopped. This dormancy allows organisms to conserve energy and is often associated with environmental conditions.

In our lives, we also go through periods of dormancy. We experience times when we aren’t able to do what we have in the past. Perhaps we need to slow down because of physical or mental health reasons, perhaps we need to recover from exhaustion of an incredibly busy life (family obligations, extracurricular activities, callings, service opportunities, civic duties, etc…). We just need a moment of time to take a deep breath and rest. Mosiah 4: 26-27 counsels:

“26 And now, for the sake of these things which I have spoken unto you—that is, for the sake of retaining a remission of your sins from day to day, that ye may walk guiltless before God—I would that ye should impart of your substance to the poor, every man according to that which he hath, such as feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, visiting the sick and administering to their relief, both spiritually and temporally, according to their wants.

27 And see that all these things are done in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize; therefore, all things must be done in order.”



Not only is there nothing wrong with periods of dormancy and rest, it is vital in our goal to reaching exaltation, as long we rest in the Lord, and do not allow our faith and convictions to become dormant.

President Joseph F. Smith taught that we enter into the rest of the Lord as we yield our souls to Him and His gospel.

“I desire to read from the writings of Moroni, wherein he quotes the teachings of his father, Mormon.

“And now I, Moroni, write a few of the words of my father, Mormon, which he spake concerning Faith, Hope, and Charity. …

“… I would speak unto you that are of the Church, that are the peaceable followers of Christ, and that have obtained a sufficient hope, by which ye can enter into the rest of the Lord, from this time henceforth, until ye shall rest with him in heaven.” [Moroni 7:1, 3.]

  What does it mean to enter into the rest of the Lord? Speaking for myself, it means that through the love of God I have been won over to Him, so that I can feel at rest in Christ, that I may no more be disturbed by every wind of doctrine, by the cunning and craftiness of men, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; and that I am established in the knowledge and testimony of Jesus Christ, so that no power can turn me aside from the straight and narrow path that leads back into the presence of God, to enjoy exaltation in His glorious kingdom; that from this time henceforth I shall enjoy that rest until I shall rest with Him in the heavens.

Pruning

In our search to obtain relief from the stresses of life, may we earnestly seek ways to simplify our lives.” (L. Tom Perry , “Let Him Do It with Simplicity”)

For many trees, the best time to prune is in the winter. To prune is to cut away dead or overgrown branches or stems, especially to increase fruitfulness and growth. Pruning during dormancy is the most common practice. It results in a vigorous burst of new growth in the spring.

Like trees, we also go through seasons of brilliant growth and bounty, as well as seasons of dormancy accompanied by pruning. As a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, we have been counseled in recent years to simplify. I liken the counsel to simplify to pruning, or cutting out that which is unnecessary, allowing us to focus only on necessary functions, or the things that matter most.

Let us simplify our lives a little. Let us make the changes necessary to refocus our lives on the sublime beauty of the simple, humble path of Christian discipleship—the path that leads always toward a life of meaning, gladness, and peace.” (Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Of Things That Matter Most”)

There may be times in our lives where we do the pruning ourselves, or sometimes, the Lord does the pruning for us. In a well-known story, Elder Hugh B. Brown demonstrated the importance of pruning in our lives:



You sometimes wonder whether the Lord really knows what he ought to do with you. You sometimes wonder if



you know better than he does about what you ought to do and ought to become. I am wondering if I may tell you a story that … has to do with an incident in my life when God showed me that he knew best.

I was living up in Canada. I had purchased a farm. It was run-down. I went out one morning and saw a currant bush. It had grown up over six feet high. It was going all to wood. There were no blossoms and no currants. I was raised on a fruit farm in Salt Lake before we went to Canada, and I knew what ought to happen to that currant bush. So I got some pruning shears and went after it, and I cut it down, and pruned it, and clipped it back until there was nothing left but a little clump of stumps. It was just coming daylight, and I thought I saw on top of each of these little stumps what appeared to be a tear, and I thought the currant bush was crying. I was kind of simpleminded (and I haven’t entirely gotten over it), and I looked at it, and smiled, and said, “What are you crying about?” You know, I thought I heard that currant bush talk. And I thought I heard it say this: “How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. I was almost as big as the shade tree and the fruit tree that are inside the fence, and now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me, because I didn’t make what I should have made. How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.” That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and some day, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down, for caring enough about me to hurt me. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’”


During times of dormancy and pruning in our lives, instead of becoming frustrated, we should embrace the opportunity for rest and growth. We can use the time to prepare for the future opportunities the Lord will provide when I am ready. Personally, I can't help but feel a thrill for the anticipation for a vigorous burst of new growth that will soon come after this season of simplifying.

Roots:

“All who live upon this earth are to be tested by the winds of adversity,” – Harold B. Lee

Ever since I was a young girl, I had planned my life out. It would be perfect. I would go grow up and find and marry a handsome doctor, have a dozen perfect children, and we then would live happily ever after in a cute house with a white picket fence – it was to be a perfect life.

Fast forward 20 years, and I find myself living a life far different than the life I planned and dreamed. I did grow up and find a handsome man to marry. That is about as far as I got in following my childhood life plans. My husband was not a doctor; he was a small-town farm boy. We were not blessed with children; instead, we were blessed with a terminal diagnosis of cancer shortly after our marriage. Instead of living in a cute house with a white picket fence, I am now living back in my mother’s basement as a young childless widow. And in spite of everything I went through, I wouldn’t change one moment of my experience. Now, you might be wondering “what that has to do with trees?” As I have pondered the symbols of the tree, I have discovered that the experiences in my life have not only blessed me with an opportunity to grow in strength, but allowed me to strengthen my personal roots.



In “Strong Winds, Strong Roots: What Trees Teach Us About Life”, Dennis Merritt Jones writes, “A great experiment in the desert called the biodome created a living environment for human, plant and animal life. A huge glass dome was constructed to house an artificial, controlled environment with purified air and water, healthy soil and filtered light. The intent was to afford perfect growing conditions for trees, fruits and vegetables, as well as humans.

People lived in the biodome, for many months at a time, and everything seemed to do well with one exception. When the trees grew to a certain height, they would topple over. It baffled scientists until they realized they forgot to include the natural element of wind. Trees need wind to blow against them because it causes their root systems to grow deeper, which supports the tree as it grows taller.

Who among us doesn’t long for a perfect growing environment for ourselves, with no disruptions from outside influences? We strive to avoid the times of contrast and tension, when life’s daily challenges push against us. When they do, the normal tendency is to curse them. If trees could talk, would we hear them curse the wind each time they encountered a storm?

We can learn a great deal from nature’s wisdom at work if we are open to the lesson. Watch how a tree bends and sways gracefully when the wind blows against it. It does not stand rigid, resisting the flow of energy. It does not push back. The tree accepts the strong wind as a blessing that helps it grow.

Such experiences develop our character and deepen our spiritual roots. When we grow deep, we too, stand tall.”

I have seen this principle bless my own life. The storms and winds of life have given me the opportunity to dig my roots deeper in my faith in Christ, and His gospel. I am a better and stronger person because of what I experienced. Through cultivating strong roots – faith and commitment to God – we produce many fruits.

From Roots to Fruits

“By their fruits, ye shall know them” – Matthew 7:20

Understanding where we came from is key in helping us creating our futures, which is why it is vital to teach children who their ancestors are. In a 2010 study conducted by Emory University, children were asked a variety of question including what they knew about their parent's childhood, where their parents met, what they knew about their grandparents, etc... The research showed that children who knew stories about relatives who came before them showed higher levels of emotional well-being. "Family stories provide a sense of identity through time, and help children understand who they are in the world." ("Do You Know? The power of family history in adolescent identity and well-being". (http://www.journaloffamilylife.org/doyouknow.html)

My experiences have given me a greater urge to research my ancestral roots: where I came from, who I literally came from. As I have looked to my ancestral roots, I discovered that the winds in their lives created strong resilient men and women who stood graceful, flexible, and tall. I know those traits were passed on to me. In my digging, I discovered that I came from a long line of amazing young widows.


One such example was my 3rd great grandmother, Mary Jane McNeil. She was widowed at the age of 24 with 2 children: my great-great-grandfather Thomas James McNeil (Age 4) and his baby sister Mary Jane McNeill (Age 1 1/2).

Prior to the death of Mary’ Jane’s husband, the couple was called to help settle Sunset, AZ. Mary Jane insisted that she and her two young children were going to go on the mission. It is told that when some suggested that she need not go on the mission because her husband had died. She replied that she and her husband had sold their dairy in Logan and bought team, wagon and supplies to go; and stated that the call to go on the mission was from a prophet of the Lord and she was going on a mission to Sunset.

I am in awe at her faith and determination. I think moving with 2 young children to a desolate wasteland is hard enough WITH a husband, but to do what she did as a new young widow is truly humbling. Her faith and testimony are awe-inspiring. I am truly blessed to have her was one of my deepest roots. Knowing the things she went through gives me greater determination to face my winds with equal grace and determination.

As I continue to read about similar stories of faith, determination, and resiliency, I am blessed with greater faith and hope that I too can make it through life’s challenges. I have greater understanding of who I am in the world, and what I have to offer the world because of my experiences.

Fruits

“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” Psalm 127:3

During TubiSh'vat, the fruits of the trees are eaten in a particular order. First you eat the olives, then the dates, grapes, and figs, and finally the pomegranate. There is symbolism in the order which the fruits and their seeds are eaten.

Rabbi Eitiel Goldwicht explained, “When you eat an olive, the pit is very bitter, so you spit it out right away. Then you eat the date, which is a very sweet pit, so you roll it in your mouth for an extra second. The seeds of the grape are so small, sometimes you take them out, and sometimes you swallow them. The seeds of the fig are an integral part of the fruit and cannot be separate from it. The pomegranate is the seed itself. There is a complete transformation of seeds; from bitter and non-desirable to sweet and delicious.”

The experience of childbirth isn’t much different from eating the fruits of TubiSh’vat. Labor may be considered painful, even bitter, but as it progresses and a woman brings forth her child, the literal fruit of her womb, there is an exquisite sweetness and joy. From bitter and painful to sweet and desirable.

From these fruits, we can gain incredible other incredible insights into the literal fruits of our womb (our children).

       Figs: Figs grow best when they are close to a home. Figs can remind us that youth grow best when close to their home.

       Dates: Dates are grown high above the ground, in the shade of palm prawns. Dates can remind us of the protection of the "high place" of the temple.



       Grapes: Grapes are grown in bunches and can a grape plant can be grafted into a new plant. Grapes can remind us of safety of being an active part of a church congregation.

       Olives: Olives are easy to access, but they are bitter to taste until they are pressed for oil or until they are sufficiently purged of their bitterness by being immersed in a salty brine. Olives can remind us of the need of the atonement to cleanse all infirmities.

       Pomegranate: Last, but not least is the pomegranate. It is the most visually pleasing of all fruits. It has a tough skin that protects the seeds. A pomegranate tree needs little water once it is established and can tolerate many soil types. The only thing it really needs is sun. The pomegranate can remind us that if we grow our children in the light of the Savior, they can withstand and even thrive through the trials that may come their way. A pomegranate tree is so sturdy. The individual seeds are connected to be one fruit.... one heart, one mind.... just like a Zion people should be. Pomegranates are also symbolic of the Abrahamic covenant of multiplying seed.... The believing blood of Israel do not just contain seeds, they ARE the seeds.


From Seed to Tree - Nurturing A Rising Generation

From each fruit comes the opportunity for a whole new orchard of trees, Each apple tree has the potential to propogate 15,000 new trees, and each of those trees has the potential for 15,000 new trees, and so on. But without proper watering, pruning, and care to ensure a healthy, mature tree, a tree will not reach it’s potential, it cannot.

Just as plants wither and die with the lack of precious water, light, and proper care, our children can wither and die when they lack the living waters and the light of Christ.

Puritan pastor, Thomas Watson, wrote: “Children are young plants which must be watered with good education, so that they may, with Obadiah, fear the Lord ‘from their youth up’ (I Kings 18:12).”

The Prophet Zenos gives us incredible counsel and insight into just how precious the nurturing process is. “Wherefore, go to, and call servants, that we may labor diligently with our might in the vineyard, that we may prepare the way, that I may bring forth again the natural fruit, which natural fruit is good and the most precious above all other fruit.

“Wherefore, let us go to and labor with our might this last time, for behold the end draweth nigh, and this is for the last time that I shall prune my vineyard” Jacob 5:61–62

This task is not only given to adults, but also to the rising generation. In his talk titled, “A Call to the Rising Generation” Elder Brent H. Nielson said, “The Savior’s call is to you of the rising generation. He is asking for worthy, prepared, faithful young men and young women who will heed the prophet’s voice, who will step up and say, as the Savior Himself said, “Here am I, send me” Abraham 3:27 The need has never been greater. The field has never been whiter. You are called to go “this last time” Jacob 5:62 There is no greater work; there is no greater call… I pray that you of this rising generation will stand up for truth and righteousness and understand your sacred call..."



It is my hope and prayer that you may remember the beautiful symbolism as you look at trees and fruits. Embrace the periods of dormancy, rejoice in the pruning, show gratitude for your roots and fruits, and embrace the opportunity to nurture young seedlings. “And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.” Psalm 1:3

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

A Light In the Darkness

I was blessed with the opportunity to write an article for the amazing folks at gatheringfamilies.com.



Fall is a wonderful time of year. For many, it is a time of harvest and plenty, an opportunity to see the fruits of our labors. For those of the Jewish faith, fall means a time of celebration of many holy days, including Rosh Hashanah, or the Jewish New Year. Rosh Hashanah means “Head of the Year”. Just as our head (brain/mind) controls the rest of our body, Jews believe that their actions on this holy day will greatly impact the rest of the year. It is celebrated as a time of prayer, a time to ask God to grant a year of peace, prosperity, and blessings. It is also a time to celebrate and proclaim that God is King.

Tonight (Sept. 20, 2017), Jewish women and girls around the world will gather to light the candles to usher in Rosh Hashanah. As I have begun learning about Jewish holidays and mitzvot (commandments) associated with various holidays, I have discovered some beautiful symbolism and traditions that women of all faiths can learn from and appreciate.

Divinely Different
In an article titled, “Women and Mitzvot”, Rabbi Dov Lev wrote, “Success in life is predicated on two distinct undertakings: On one hand, an organism must advance and expand. On the other hand, it must protect and nurture. These two undertakings are opposites, but both are necessary for success. . . The same is true on every level of societal and personal existence. It was with this theme that God created two distinct genders, to work together in unison to accomplish their ultimate goals.
God, in His wisdom, created men and women differently, and “relationships can only be successful if gender distinctions are recognized and adhered to.” Men’s and women’s psychological and physiological needs are different, and because of that, a woman’s mitzvot are different from that of a man’s. Not only do those of the Jewish faith believe the idea that men and women are different by divine design, but the difference is embraced in every aspect of their faith. “Throughout the ages, Jewish women have imbued spirituality into the Jewish home. As such, certain mitzvot are set aside especially for women because of their special connection to the home.”

Women and the Mitzvah of Lighting Candles
The mitzvah of lighting candles has been given particularly to women. As soon as a young girl can understand the significance of Shabbat– the Jewish Sabbath– and can say the blessing (about the age of three), she should kindle her own candle. You may be wondering why females were given this specific mitzvah.
Rabbi Lev explained that women are the pillar of the family: “Since the beginning of mankind, all societies have recognized that a woman’s sensitivity and warmth are ideally suited for motherhood. Moreover, the extraordinary feeling that men can never experience – nurturing a baby inside them – puts women in the position of being the best, most loving caregivers for their children. For the preservation of the family structure, and by extension the overall health of society, the Torah encourages women to embrace this role.
The job of lighting the candles is given to the woman of the home because it is the woman who most influences the spirituality there. By encouraging the study of Torah (the law of God), the meticulous performance of mitzvot, and through her nurturing presence, a woman can transform her home into a place of holiness, peace, and tranquility. It is thus fitting that she be the one to bring the extra measure of light and holiness with the Shabbat candles.

A Light In The Home
Lighting the Shabbat candles brings not only a physical light but also a spiritual light into the home. It brings peace, harmony, serenity and spirituality into the home and to all its inhabitants. This powerful time of lighting the candles is also an opportunity to ask for blessings for the house and the family. Jewish women are admonished to especially pray for the welfare of their children when lighting Shabbat candles. Here is the text of a traditional prayer that is said when lighting the candles:

“May it be Your will, Lord my God and God of my fathers, to be gracious to me (and to my spouse, children, parents) and to all my family. Grant us and all Israel good and long life. Remember us for good and blessing. Consider us for salvation and compassion. Bless us with great blessings. Make our household complete, crowning our home with the feeling of Your Divine Presence dwelling among us.
“Make me worthy to raise learned children and grandchildren, who are wise and understanding, who love and fear God – people of truth, holy and attached to God, who will dazzle the world with Torah and goodness and service of God. Please hear our prayers, in the merit of our matriarchs Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah, and ensure that the glow of our lives will never be dimmed. Show us the glow of Your face and we will be saved. Amen.”
Oh, imagine the impact if EVERY woman in the world, regardless of religion, daily offered up a similar prayer such as this, invoking the power of heaven to be upon her family and loved ones. Imagine the change in the world, the light in the darkness.

A Light In The Darkness

8ba1c6411f73f4c09f94f5b25639f6a2Several years ago, while I was in college, my roommates and I decided it would be fun to take a tour of a popular nearby cave. At one point during the tour, the guide led us into a massive, cavernous room. He then did something that surprised everyone on the tour, and flipped the light switch, plunging us into immediate darkness. Have you ever been just a little afraid of the dark? Have you ever been in a place that was so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, even with your eyes wide open? At that moment in time, my answer to both of those questions was yes, so at that point of the tour, I may just have screamed a little bit at the unexpected blackness. Fortunately, another guide was across the cavern and lit a small match. Though tiny, that little match’s light immediately dispelled the anxiety of all in the group. Then, one by one, the guides began to light candles along the path and told our little tour group a story I can’t remember now, but I will never forget the overwhelming darkness of that cave.

I share this experience because if you’ve ever been afraid of the dark, or been in a deep, dark cave, then you know how welcome a ray of light can be. Even a small light makes a big difference in a dark place. Today our world can seem very dark. There are many searching for light, for any gleam of hope that dispels anxiety, fear, or depression. As women, we have been blessed with the divine gift of being able to light a candle to help those in spiritual darkness.

In a beautiful article, Womenand Shabbat Candles, Leah Kohn exquisitely details being a light in the darkness:
“One need only consider how much we depend on light – whether physical or spiritual – to understand the importance of a . . . woman’s role in this regard. Light fosters communication and interaction between people. It gives us the ability to relate properly to one another. In a sense, darkness erases distinctions between people, whereas light creates a separation between entities, clarifying their boundaries and bringing out their individuality. At the same time, light brings things together by conferring a sense of unity and shared space. Darkness on the other hand is often associated with chaos.
Light creates physical clarity and spiritual harmony. In a room without light we trip over the same things that, with light we realize are far from obstacles, but are there to make life easier and more comfortable. This is true with people as well. When there is light between people, we enhance each other’s experience. When two people see things the same way, empathize with each other or share similar values, they are said to see things in the same light. This convergence becomes a basis for peace and harmony in their relationship. It is these very qualities that a woman invokes on Friday evening when she lights candles and ushers into her home a feeling of almost palpable peace and tranquility.”
Light The Home, Light The World
As a Christian, I do not necessarily light physical candles. Rather, we Christians believe we were born with the Light of Christ, which we must nurture and grow. It is that light that we are commanded to share. John 8:12 says, “Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” 3 Nephi 18:24 adds, “Therefore, hold up your light that it may shine unto the world. Behold I am the light which ye shall hold up—that which ye have seen me do.” The Light of Christ is divine energy, power, and influence that proceeds from God, through Christ, and gives life and light to all things, including to us.
Whether you are Jewish, Christian, or some other faith, we recognize the importance of having light in the darkness, and, more importantly, BEING a light in the darkness. President Thomas S. Monson pointed out, “If you want to give a light to others, you have to glow yourself.” (“For I Was Blind, but Now I See,” Ensign, May 1999, 56; Liahona, July 1999, 69.) As women, Daughters of Zion, we are bearers of light. We have more influence than we realize. As we keep the light in our hearts burning, we can, and do, shape and mold the world with our lights. I can’t help but think of a song by Melanie Hoffman, “A Light in the Heart

A light in the heart is a light in the home,
A light in the home is a light in the town.
A light in the town is a light in the nation
And light in the nations is light in the world.

Keep the home lights burning bright.
Keep your light burning brigh
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Shine your light.

Dear women of the world, please keep the home lights burning bright. Do not be afraid to share your beautiful light with those seeking it in an ever-darkening world.




To read more about Rosh Hashanah and Jewish traditions, check out these websites/articles:
http://www.chabad.org/holidays/JewishNewYear
http://www.aish.com/jl/m/w/Women–Mitzvot.html
https://torah.org/learning/women-class20/
http://www.jccmb.com/templates/articlecco_cdo/aid/1360196/jewish/Shabbat-Candles.htm

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Pressing Forward



"Sometimes the worst part of being a widow is the almost constant state of “ing” one finds oneself in. You might be wondering, “What is this ing you speak of”? Well “ing” is a noun suffix : and SHOULD denote action or process, but in the case of widowhood (or widowerhood, or any loss for that matter), the word “ing” often denotes a state of stucked-ness (wanting, longing, missing, waiting, and hoping). While experiencing this form of “ing” there is almost a fear of moving forward for fear of forgetting or losing the past (again more “ing” words).

Not all “ing” words are bad though. In fact, “ing” words can AND SHOULD be positive, and through the atonement of our Savior, “ing” words become unstuck, and new “ing” words become more noticeable in our lives (Loving, Serving, Living). It does not end there. The atonement helps us to take the first set of “ing” words (Wanting, longing, missing, waiting, and hoping), and transforms them into those action words that help us to move forward in our quest for perfection, or in my case, my quest to do all I can to return to our Heavenly Father and see my sweetheart again."
After seeing this pop up in my Facebook memories this morning, I have reflected on these words of wisdom I wrote for myself (Facebook has become almost a sort of journal for me). It is incredible to think at how quickly time flies. So much of it still applies, yet, I have much more to add to it now that I have gained the wisdom an foolishness of 2 years. I have many more "ing" words to add to the emotions and experiences of the last 2 years including: Growing, Learning, Strengthening, Trusting, Feasting, and Pressing.
This past Sunday, the young men and bishop of our ward spoke on 2 Nephi 31: 20, and their messages have been on the forefront of my mind. "Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life."
Over the past 34 1/2 months since Jordon's passing, I have come to understand that the only way to face adversity, trials, sorrow or whatever else our mortal experience throws at us is by following Nephi's counsel and PRESSING forward in faith, FEASTING on the words of Christ, and LEARNING about how the atonement makes up for everything that is lacking, in our lives, our hearts, and our experiences. And then as we continue PRESSING forward, and show the Lord that we are TRUSTING in His plan, He helps us Grow and become the son or daughter of God he knows we can be.
Too often we have our moments of trusting, and praying, and hoping, and then we let it slack off, our faith may waver and we may begin doubting, or blaming, or murmuring about the unfairness of it all. Instead, we must remember to continue PRESSING forward, usually against opposition (without opposition we wouldn't have anything to press against). May we all continue to allow positive ING words in our lives as we press forward toward the Love of God and eternal life.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Grieving For Something You Never Had

Is it possible for you to grieve over something you never had? Or to grieve over someone you've never met? My answer would be be yes. It is entirely possibly, and very very real, at least for me.

Over the last few days, so many friends celebrated anniversaries, 10 years, 15 years, 25 years, and on. So many anniversaries. Anniversaries I will never get to celebrate with my sweetheart by my side. Instead, I celebrate angelversaries now.

Over the last few days, so many of my friends have announced they are going to have a baby, or they have announced that their baby will be a boy or a girl. It is in those moments, my heart grieves for what never was or will be.

As I look at sweet older couples in the stores, or going for evening strolls in the neighborhood, my heart hurts that I will never have that with my sweetheart. I will never get to experience the feel of my wrinkled old hand in his wrinkled old hand, as we rock slowly back and forth on the porch watching our grandchildren play.

Sometimes,especially at nights and in my dreams, the sounds of "what could have been" haunts me almost as much as "what had been". The sound of children's laughter and the pitter patter of tiny feet that my husband I were supposed to have. I think back to all the discussions we'd had about how many children we were going to have (we had decided on at least a dozen: 6 boys, 6 girls - a nice even number).  I grieve over the fact that  I will never get to decide if our new baby looks more like him or more like me, or savor the sweet moment of watching him rock our children to sleep, or watch as they tease and play, or look at their insanely long eyelashes while they sleep and know that they got them from their daddy...

Saw a quote that says: "It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but can't have them in your arms"... So true. Some days, it is hard to be a young widow, and it is okay to acknowledge that.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Widowhood is a Blessing

After starting off my morning in a particularly rough fashion. I needed something to smooth my ruffled feathers, so naturally, I went to Facebook. Now I am ashamed to admit, I should have gone to my scriptures first, and even though I did not go to my scriptures first, the scriptures immediately found me through the wonderful world of technology.

There is a wonderful little tool on Facebook called "On this day" that brings to up posts/memories from years past. I immediately clicked to scroll through my past memories, trying to find a less frustrating time in my life, and 2 particular posts stuck out.

The first was a post written about a scripture in Colossians. Here is what the post said:
A friend shared this scripture this morning (Colossians 2;7) which I read while closing the tabs on my internet browser. While doing so, Elder Maxwell's talk:"Grounded, Rooted, Established, and Settled" (Link to full talk" http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=910) was one of the tabs open. I did not pull up this talk, nor was I searching for any topics that would bring this talk up. I think I the spirit might be telling me to take this particular message to heart today. This part really stuck out to me:
"Indeed it is in the context of such pleasing but challenging growth that the theme for today will be addressed—from the words of Paul and Peter, "grounded, rooted, established, and settled." This is a vital objective for all members of the Church, but especially for your generation because of the special circumstances which will confront you. In fact, you may be the first generation in Church history, because of lamentably changing conditions in the world, who will be asked to believe and to behave "because of the word" and not circumstances. In varying degrees, you will not have the same affirmative influence of societal institutions which once strongly supported the family and principles such as chastity and fidelity. Those supporting influences, in many respects, will, unfortunately fall away like so much scaffolding. Then we will see who stands, both on holy ground and on holy principles!"


The first line of Elder Maxwell's quote struck me, "pleasing but challenging growth". I pondered that phrase as I continued to read the quote, and then the scripture: "Rooted and built up in him, and stablished in the faith, as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving ".

I thought about my Foundation, my Faith in the Savior Jesus Christ, my faith in the Plan of Happiness. I thought of the lessons my parents, family members, and youth leaders taught me as I grew up. Their wisdom and patience as I first established small tiny roots that soon grew into strong mighty roots in the bedrock of faith. The trials I faced in my youth only served to deepen my roots.

Then I read the last phrase: abounding therein with thanksgiving... I wondered, have I been showing an attitude of plentiful or abundant thanksgiving? Have I viewed the growth opportunities as PLEASING? Today I most certainly had not. I was frustrated, down-heartened and a bit upset that my life was not what I had wanted/planned. I had been frustrated with work, which spiraled into thoughts of, "I am supposed to be a stay at home with a whole passel of kiddos", but instead, I am a child-less widow, working in a job that, at that particular moment, I wanted to quit.

As I continued to ponder (I do that quite at bit), I realized, I am so grateful for my life. For the challenges I have faced, and that I chose to allow the adversity to deepen my faith in the Lord's plan for me. I indeed quickly changed my upset attitude into one of abundant Thanksgiving as I mentally listed the many many blessings the Lord has granted in my life.

With a renewed, albeit newly humbled attitude, I continued to to peruse past memories. As I scrolled past photos of Heavenly Father's exquisite creations, my gratitude deepened further. With my changed attitude and softened heart, the spirit had an opportunity to teach me in that moment.

I stopped on a post written 5 months before my sweetheart died. I had forgotten I had written these words:

Cancer is a blessing. 
It has shattered my dreams of the picture perfect future life that I so carefully planned as a little girl. Instead, it has given me a present filled with a love so incredibly rare and perfect; something I could never have dreamed.
It has broken me to pieces and exposed every weakness, and in turn, built me up to be stronger than I ever imagined I could be. 
It has torn from me the ignorance of judgment, and replaced it with compassion and understanding. 
It has taken from me the opportunity for incredible wealth and worldly riches, and instead given me the opportunity to meet incredible people, whose friendship is priceless beyond measure.
Yes, cancer is truly a blessing, because I CHOOSE to view it as such.

In what some could have considered a dark time in my life, as I was facing the potential end of mortality for my sweetheart, at that moment in time, apparently, I had had an abundant of gratitude of thanksgiving for a a trial that served to root my testimony further in the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The atonement that can make something very hard and potentially ugly into something very beautiful.

The spirit whispered that if I chose, I could apply those same sweet words to widowhood. So I did:

Widowhood is a blessing. 
It has shattered my dreams of the picture perfect future life that I so carefully planned as a little girl. Instead, it has given me a present filled with a love so incredibly rare and perfect - a love that transcends mortality and the veil; something I could never have dreamed.
It has broken me to pieces and exposed every weakness, and in turn, built me up to be stronger than I ever imagined I could be. 
It has torn from me the ignorance of judgment, and replaced it with compassion and understanding. 
It has taken from me the opportunity for incredible wealth and worldly riches, and instead given me the opportunity to meet incredible people, whose friendship is priceless beyond measure.
Yes, widowhood is truly a blessing, because I CHOOSE to view it as such.

As I now type this, my heart is so incredibly full of deep and abounding gratitude and thanksgiving, marveling how quickly my anger, frustration, and ruffled feathers disappeared and was replaced; marveling at the incredible power of the atonement. Chin up, focus on the light, and root yourselves in Christ. That faith can get you through the rough days ahead, and I promise there will be rough days. It is the rough days that help to strengthen and deepen the roots of faith even more.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Life's Too Short To Eat Dessert Last!

I just pulled a beautiful batch of cookies out of the oven. For some reason, I always find myself contemplating life while baking and then waiting to pull some delicious concoction from the oven. I couldn't help but think back to an experience I had while in college...

When I was in college, I had a wonderful conversation with a very sweet 85-year-old man named Harold. He was seated a few seats over in a cafeteria during dinner time. I noticed his meal was quite bland and boring, not something I would consider ever eating, with the exception of an ENORMOUS slice of yummy looking pie.

Harold had pushed his food around his plate, not eating much, but all the while eyeing his slice of pie. Finally, Harold got had a look of pure decisiveness cross his face. In an instant, he pulled his pie to Him. He glanced at his wife with fork in hand, about to dig in to his dessert. His hand froze when his wife scolded him, "Harold, you HAVE to eat your dinner first. I mean it. You aren't supposed to have sweets anyway". With an apologetic and dejected look, he started to put his fork back down and pushed his plate away. Then he stopped, looked at me and said, "I am about to give you a piece of advice that will change your life: LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO EAT DESSERT LAST!" and with that he gobbled up his pie, and then finished his dinner.

For years I chucked about that incident, and always used it as an excuse to eat a cookie with breakfast, or start with my dessert before eating my dinner. It wasn't until recently, that I understood just how profound Harold's wisdom was.

My husband was diagnosed with cancer shortly after our marriage, so the first year of our marriage, all of the "first" were not what we had in mind. Our first Christmas, New years, Valentines, Anniversary, etc...  These firsts that we hoped to make so special were spent in the hospital, or at home while my husband was ill from the effects of chemotherapy.

In essence, had put a damper on believing we could truly enjoy any of those "firsts", those special holidays and anniversaries until AFTER he was cured. While we did have little moments of joy, it was overshadowed by an attitude of, "next year when you are cured, we are really going to make it special". It was almost as if  we had been told, "You have to eat your dinner first, you can't enjoy life right now, not while your husband is fighting for his life!"

As I contemplated the direction my life has gone and Harold's wisdom, I wish I would have understood the true meaning behind his words sooner. During my husband's cancer journey, we learned to start enjoying the "dessert moments" of our life. We learned to laugh and enjoy more of the moments, realizing that they were precious. We also learned that, with the right attitude, we had the POWER and CAPABILITY to make every moment a "dessert" moment, and oh how we cherished every sweet moment.

After my husband died, I found myself putting things off again. Once again, I felt as if someone had told me, "You have to eat your dinner first, you aren't allowed to be happy now that your husband has died. You aren't allowed to smile and laugh! In fact, YOU WILL NEVER EAT DESSERT AGAIN."

I was resigned to the fact I would have to sit by myself pushing my dinner around my plate, eyeing everyone else's beautiful and delicious desserts, lamenting that God had taken MY dessert away; the dessert I had been eyeing my WHOLE life, dreaming of eating and savoring every bite.

Oh how wrong I was. After much pondering, praying, and reflection, I realized that God had not taken away my "dessert". Rather, He has given me a different dessert that the one I had pictured for myself.

I still have a beautiful life ahead of me. Though it is not what I imagined, it is still wonderful and meant to be enjoyed. It is okay to laugh, and enjoy time with family and friends. It is okay to still dream, and work on goals I have, and try new things. It is okay to enjoy the sweet moments, always remember I have to power to make every moment as a widow a "sweet" moment. Yes, it may be semi-sweet moments, other moments may be cotton candy sweet, while others are 90% dark chocolate, bittersweet, barely any sweetness at all-but just enough sweet.... Through my faith in Christ, I can find joy in my journey, I can find my sweet moments of life!  After all, Life is too short to eat dessert last!

"Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy." 2 Ne 2:25

Friday, March 27, 2015

Hope To Be Able To Endure All Things

Yesterday was a heavy day.

I attended the funeral for a young woman I have never met. It was quite an experience, attending a funeral for someone you don't know. In a way, it forces you to ponder the impact you are having in the lives of those around you. Are you lifting others us, have you left an impression on their hearts or spirits? I wondered what others would say about my life If I were to pass, what kind of impressions have I left on others? Have I fulfilled the measure of my creation? I also sensed so many broken hearts, heavy and sad hearts that lacked so much hope, for many did not have, or had forgotten the promise that Families Could Be Together Forever.

The load was added to when I found out after the funeral that Jordon's radiation buddy passed away as well. His cancer battle is over finally, and for that I am so joyful. He is no longer in pain. This man changed so many lives, and brought joy to so many others even though he was suffering so greatly. My heart aches for his wife and 2 young children. They are not members of church and do not know about the plan of salvation. I can't help but grieve for the added pain they must feel in possibly believing you may possibly never see your loved one again.

Emotions almost were to overflowing when I found out a girl I grew up with had to have surgery for a brain tumor, and then had to go in for a second surgery is an many days because there was an additional tumor. Emotions and memories flooded back from my sweethearts surgeries and battle, and empathy knowing the possible struggles this young family have before them.

As I pondered, I couldn't help but think of the all encompassing power of the atonement. As my mom and I talked on the drive back from Idaho, she asked, "We have seen so much pain and grief, are we just numb to it now?" I thought about that question, and my answer is a resounding NO!!!

We continued to talk and both came to the conclusion, that while we have endured many trials and struggles, we have allowed the atonement to work within our hearts, bringing peace and joy despite the adversity. As we allow Him to lift our heavy loads, we are free from that which brings us down.

In contrast to the heaviness, there was much joy to be had as well. As I stared at the bright eyes of a friend's sweet baby boy during the class last night, and sensing the strong spirit of another friend's baby, and then seeing a picture of another friend's brand new sweet baby girl, they all radiated with LIGHT and hope and joy and peace (even just photos online)! These new spirits, still so connected with the other side. It is just so humbling, and I was once again reminded of the admonition to become as a little child. so trusting, and full of hope and light....

With things ever hastening, there is much more we will experience. My hope is that, while I have "endured many things", I "hope to be able to endure all things", and I know as long as I always remember our Savior, always turn to him, and work to share His light, I will be able to....

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Sharing Your Light



So, I did it! I made it through my talk in sacrament. I really get quite nervous in front of people, so I give all credit to Heavenly Father, and the phrase "Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side" repeated over and over while sacrament was passed.

As I studied and pondered this week, I wrote and rewrote my sacrament talk over and over and over. I had written a beautiful talk using my friend Rhonda's suggestion on sharing your light vs sharing your oil. The spirit whispered that the message wasn't the right message for the congregation. Then I reworked my talk using another friend's quote suggestion, because I absolutely love that quote (Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us....), but again, it wasn't quite right. Finally as I shut myself in my room late Saturday night and prayed and pondered over what the Lord would have me say, the words began to flow. When I finally hit save at about 2:30 in the morning, I prayed that the spirit would help me as I gave my talk, and that those who needed the message would allow the spirit to teach them.

After I spoke, I was followed by the High Council speaker, who shared many of the same things I had written in my first few drafts including almost word for word what Rhonda and Heather had suggested. I was humbled as I sat there and realized that the Lord knew what the high council speaker was writing, and he knew that I needed to share a different message, one that seemed to intertwine hand in hand topically with the High Council speakers talk.

After sacrament, I was approached by a girl I didn't know. She said she was new in the ward, and really needed to hear the message I shared today. She then asked if she could have a copy of my talk. I gladly shared it with her explaining that it was a talk written by the inspiration of the Lord, they were not my words...

More or less, here is my talk:

Several years ago, while I was in college, my roommates and I decided it would be fun to take a tour of a popular nearby cave. At one point during the tour, the guide led us into a massive cavernous room. He then did something that surprised everyone on the tour, and flipped the light switch, plunging us into immediate darkness. Have you ever been just a little afraid of the dark? Have you ever been in a place that was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, even with your eyes wide open? At that moment in time, my answer to both of those questions was yes, so at that point of the tour, I may just have screamed a little bit at the unexpected blackness.

Fortunately, another guide was across the cavern and lit a small match. Though tiny, that little match’s light immediately dispelled the anxiety of all in the group, then one by one, the guides began to light candles along the path and told our little tour group a story I can’t remember now, but I will never forget the overwhelming darkness of that cave. If you’ve ever been afraid of the dark, or been in a deep, dark cave, then you know how welcome a ray of light can be. Even a small light makes a big difference in a dark place. Today the world can seem very dark, there are many searching for light, any gleam of hope that dispels anxiety, fear, or depression.

I must admit, when Brother Greene pulled me into the office and asked if I would speak today, I may have given a little scream on the inside, because it really does terrify me to speak in front of others, but I couldn't say no. Then Brother Greene gave me the topic; Sharing your light. What an awesome topic! A HUGE topic, but absolutely wonderful topic. So this past week, as I have been preparing, I have been pouring over scriptures and listening to countless conference talks and devotionals, especially focusing on Sister Marriott’s talk from last conference entitled “Sharing Your Light”.

So what is this light that that we are to share? “John 8:12 says “Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” 3 Nephi 18:24 “Therefore, hold up your light that it may shine unto the world. Behold I am the light which ye shall hold up—that which ye have seen me do.”

It is the light of Christ. It is divine energy, power, and influence that proceeds from God through Christ and gives life and light to all things, including us.

President Monson pointed out, “If you want to give a light to others, you have to glow yourself.” How can we keep that light of truth glowing within us? (Thomas S. Monson, “For I Was Blind, but Now I See,” Ensign, May 1999, 56; Liahona, July 1999, 69.)

Elaine S. Dalton said, “You will “shine forth” as you pray daily, read in the Book of Mormon, obey the standards in For the Strength of Youth, and SMILE… as you keep the commandments and live the standards found in For the Strength of Youth, you will radiate joy and qualify to be guided by the Holy Ghost.” (https://www.lds.org/new-era/print/2012/01/2012-mutual-theme… )

That’s how we get and keep the light shining within us.

In Sister Marriott’s talk, she shared the following analogy: “When our children were young, I felt like the co-captain, with my husband, David, of a ship, and I pictured our 11 children as a flotilla of little boats bobbing around us in the harbor, preparing to set forth on the sea of the world. David and I felt a need to consult the compass of the Lord daily for the best direction to sail with our small fleet. My days were full of forgettable things like folding laundry, reading children’s books, and putting casseroles together for dinner. Sometimes in the harbor of our homes, we can’t see that by the simple, consistent acts—including family prayer, scripture study, and family home evening—great things are brought to pass. But I testify that these very acts carry eternal significance. Great joy comes when those little boats—our children—grow into mighty seafaring vessels filled with gospel light and ready to “embark in the service of God.” Our small acts of faith and service are how most of us can continue in God and eventually bring eternal light and glory to our family, our friends, and our associates. You truly carry a circle of influence with you!”

You don’t need to be in a temple to shine with the light of Christ. You don’t need to be up bearing your testimony to shine and glow for somebody else.

As I read, and re-read Sister Marriott’s talk multiple times, I thought not only of sweet children still safely in the harbor of the home learning and growing, but my mind wandered to those out on the sea. The sea is not always a pleasant place to be. Massive waves and storms can throw your ship back and forth, forcing you to worry about your ship sinking. As I thought of those on the sea of life, I couldn't help but think of a favorite hymn:

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy From his lighthouse evermore, But to us he gives the keeping Of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Christ is the light. He is the lighthouse.

Did you know you can see a light house 7 miles off the shore. That 7 mile mark is when a sailor coming in from the dark open waters first catches glimpse of the lighthouse glow. And when you come into shore, you KNOW where the shore is because of the lighthouse. After being subject to such darkness of the ocean, that firs flicker of light is HUGE, and when eager eyes are watching and longing for that light, You CAN’T miss it. But if you are going to safely bring your boat into the harbor, you need more than just the Upper lights of the lighthouse. What you also need are the little lower lights that are along the shore. They are not a big old lighthouse, but little smaller lights, and what you want to do is line those little lower lights up and when you line those lower lights up so one is directly on top of the other one, you know you going to miss rocks and shallow waters that might damage your boat, and are on course to safely travel into the harbor.

You’ve got the upper light, the light of Christ, that comes when you Pray, and read your scriptures, and Obey the commandments, that is the upper light that comes into your eyes. Matthew 6:22 “The light of the body is the eye”. You have the upper lights. But the lower lights are something we need also if we are going to guide anybody into our shore, You can share all the light that you want from your eyes and still not be guiding anyone into the shore if you don’t the lower light that is in your mouth, your smile. Remember Sister Dalton said you can “Shine” as you Pray, Read the scriptures, Obey the commandments in the For Strength of Youth, AND smile. The first 3 are in the eyes, the last is in the mouth.

President Faust said, “The commandment given by the Savior was to love others and yourself….Am I secure in my love of others to smile and say hello to a perfect stranger?” (Aug 23, 1983 BYU Devotional "Self Esteem: A Great Human Need”). The top lights are your eyes, but they don’t do you much good to bring anybody into the gospel if you are not using your mouth as the lower lights too. And with both of those lights shining, THAT is when you can make a difference. I decided to test this out this week, and really focus on letting my lower lights shine. I really tried to smile at everyone I came across at work, at the store, everywhere, and I can’t believe the difference. A simple shining smile allowed for conversations that never would have happened. I smiled to a little boy at the store, and the next thing I knew I was having a wonderful conversation with this 5 year old. He just wanted to talk, and tell me about his favorite things, and invited me to his birthday party in a few months. His sweet mother apologized and said that Kayson liked to say hi to people, but has never carried on a conversation like he did with me. Kayson kept saying, just a sec mom, I have to tell her one more thing”. I found out how much he loved his family, and his grandmother, and his mom. I wish I would have had my purse because I carry Families Are Forever Pass Along Cards, I would have given one to this cute boy and his mother, I hope I will get to run into them again someday.

I had a similar experience with a client at work, who came in and explained to my coworker how she was having a very rough day, and I simply smiled at her. Once again, that simple act of smiling, letting my lower light shine, I was able to start a conversation… which is HUGE for me because contrary to popular belief, I really am quite shy and terrified of talking with people I don’t know.

If you do smile, and you have both lights going shining, you are able to really draw people in, and they are going to feel safe, not bouncing around on the tempestuous sea, or whatever they are going through, and they can have the gospel like we do, plus everybody likes someone who smiles. I don’t know what it is, but I believe that smiling is the only expression you can have on your face that is contagious. You wanna know why? Because it is the only expression worth catching.

The act of smiling actually releases the chemicals in your brain that make you happy. As I smiled this past week, I couldn’t stop smiling, and I was happy! Don’t wait to be happy to smile, make yourself happy by smiling. St. Francis of Assisi said, “preach the gospel at all times, and if necessary, use words”. (April 2011 General Conference, “Waiting on the Road to Damascus”)

People WANT to know what you know when you smile. We can preach the gospel with our lights in our mouths as we make sure we have the light of Christ in our eyes.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox wrote the following Poem. 
It is easy enough to be pleasant, 
When life flows by like a song, 
But the man worth while is one who will smile, 
When everything goes dead wrong. 
For the test of the heart is trouble, 
And it always comes with the years, 
And the smile that is worth 
the praises of earth 
Is the smile that shines through tears.

Jesus said, “Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. “Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” (Matt. 5:14–16.)

My husband was an incredible example of this. He was diagnosed with a massive brain tumor 4 months after we were married. The day after Christmas, he had surgery to remove this massive tumor. Because of the surgery, he had to relearn EVERYTHING how to walk, how to swallow, how to talk. He didn’t even know who I was for a while (which can be a major trial for a newlywed wife). As Jordon progressed relearning everything, it was not easy, but he did it with a smile. It was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile when you were around him. His light was infections! And because he smiled, I was able to smile and find joy in this hard journey.

My sweetheart smiled and joked through weeks and weeks of radiation, even though he was weak and still learning how to reuse his body. He smiled through painful and scary seizures. He smiled as he endured years of painful horrible chemotherapy. He was never afraid to let those lower lights burn, despite how awful he felt, and as he smiled, people were drawn to him, and Jordon could always be found sharing his testimony of the Gospel, and of the miracles in his life, that He, Jordon Mott was a miracle of God, and of God’s love for him. He truly magnified what it means to let your light shine, to share it, so he could GLORIFY our Father in Heaven.

Next month it will 2 years since my sweetheart returned to his heavenly home. One of the greatest gifts he gave me was teaching me how to Share Light. While planning his funeral, I knew that I needed to continue sharing my sweethearts infectious lower lights, so I smiled through my tears, I wore bright yellow, and I smiled. I wanted to share MY testimony of what I knew. I smiled because I know that I will see my sweetheart again someday. I smile because I know God loves me, even when I make mistakes. I smile and share my light because I know the Savior’s atonement is real and all encompassing, I smile because I know that HE lives! I KNOW He lives.

Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave. Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save.

Christ is the Upper Light. He is always there, and His path is always clear. We are the lower lights--we must have our lights shining so that others can find their way back to our Savior. Without our lower lights being on, souls around us can be lost. I pray that we may all share our lights with those around us that they may find peace and safety in the harbor of the gospel, in the harbor of God’s love. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.