Recently, I listened to an episode of "Converations" on The Mormon
Channel with Elder and Sister Bowen. You might remember his talk from
conference last year on the death of his little boy who swallowed the
chalk. In my own words, here's a brief summary of what he said as he
spoke about that experience in the interview.
Where
doubt and fear exist, faith can't exist. The adversary uses experiences
like losing a child to crush faith and embitter us. We need to remember
that everyone is fighting a hard battle and that some trials are more
visible than others, so be kind to everyone. The pain won't get better
right away, but it can become sweet as you turn to the Lord. The only
thing that's important in this life is our covenants, that's where the
peace comes. Remember that sometimes you just have to cry. Keep an
eternal perspective and remember that we have everything. There are
things more terrible than physical death. It has no sting because of the
Atonement of Christ.
This last part, however, is what really struck me. Elder Bowen said,
"Spiritual
death is what will bring the sting and that's what we have to protect
against. Satan would take the physical things that happen and try and
destroy testimony and destroy hope."
I know that
statement may seem elemental, but the profundity for me, in that moment,
was powerful. Such a simple truth and yet it can be one of the most
difficult things to remember in the midst of a trial that assaults our
physical senses. I think that as an intelligent, capable, strong, but
"natural" woman, I default to responding to difficulty with my physical
resources. Unfortunately, my own emotional, physical and mental
resources (a pittance in comparison to what God has to offer) are
quickly depleted in the face of intense trial. I begin to suffer
spiritually because invariably as I try-in vain-to do things on my own,
I'm turning away from the Savior. The harder I try, the farther I
feel from God. I believe this is generally when, from the depths of
humility we turn back to Heavenly Father and physically and spiritually
surrender our load, or Satan delivers the fatal blow to hope and
testimony.
Final thought by Elder Wirthlin from his iconic conference talk, Come What May, and Love It.
"Sometimes the very moments that seem to overcome us with suffering are those that will ultimately suffer us to overcome."
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Family update - Sunday edition
| My little otter is now a seal! |
On her birthday we went to our first summer movie, "Mirror, Mirror", in the morning. Eleyna really liked it which I wasn't expecting since it isn't animated. Another sign she's growing up on me. We got lunch right there at the mall and then we went to Build-A-Bear. She picked a My Little Pony, Rainbow Dash to be precise. That night we did her birthday dinner (mac n' cheese) and birthday cake and presents. It was a fun day.
| When Eleyna gets overloaded or really tired I end up with pictures like this where she can't focus long enough to look at the camera. |
On Friday, Ty and Leigh came to town with their kiddos and it has been a party ever since! It is so fun to have visitors, especially cousins. Family is such a blessing.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Pavilions
"The pavilion that seems to intercept divine aid does not cover God but occasionally covers us. God is never hidden, yet sometimes we are, covered by a pavilion of motivations that draw us away from God and make Him seem distant and inaccessible. Our own desires, rather than a feeling of 'Thy will be done,' create the feeling of a pavilion blocking God. God is not unable to see us or communicate with us, but we may be unwilling to listen or submit to His will and His time." -Pres. Eyring (Oct 2012 GC)
I've been thinking about this concept of pavilions the past few days. I read a blog post recently written by an LDS woman who spent the majority of her post outlining how strictly she adhered to "certain standards" such as regular scripture study, morning and evening prayer and temple attendance, during a crisis of her faith. She made it pretty clear that she'd done everything she was supposed to as she sought answers for some difficult questions she was wrestling with. She followed the prescribed "formula" that Church leaders have long assured members will help them find clarity and peace. However, the opposite occurred for the author of the post. To make a long story short she left the church and is no longer sure if God even exists anymore.
I thought a lot about how this could have happened since I believe that if you're living righteously and, "if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost." (Moroni 10:4).
But I've come to realize that I actually do understand how this happens better than I initially thought-and the reason is pavilions.
You see, there's been a pavilion covering me for almost a year. My own anguished prayers of pleading during that time seemed to be falling on deft ears. As my suffering dragged on unabated, my heart was tempted to anger with the Lord. I felt empty, frozen. Even though the "feeling" was missing I continued going through the motions drawing heavily on the strength of the stalwart people around me. My own desires, rather than a feeling of "Thy will be done", were driving how I was expending my energy and best efforts. As a result I felt more exhausted than at any other time in my life. Not only had I erected a pavilion but I was using all of my strength to keep it positioned squarely over my head.
At this juncture, my own desires were incrementally leading me away from Heavenly Father and I know if I'd allowed myself to stay on that path where inevitably it would have gone. However, over the past few months, as I renewed my efforts again to make scriptures, prayer, church and temple priorities in my life, my heart started softening. Almost imperceptibly, I was submitting my will to His and I was beginning to feel his care and closeness once more. The last of my pavilion came down this weekend, sitting in the ER with Hunter. The result: peace at last. There is still apprehension in my heart for the future, but I'm resolved to make the decision to choose faith, one day at a time.
The material point is this. If God feels distant and inaccessible, the problem is on our end. Always on our end. He may be trying to manifest truth to us, but if we've erected a barrier between ourselves and God then the truth can't reach us. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure this is something that each person must learn for themself. And for now I'm just happy to be on the other side of that lesson.
I've been thinking about this concept of pavilions the past few days. I read a blog post recently written by an LDS woman who spent the majority of her post outlining how strictly she adhered to "certain standards" such as regular scripture study, morning and evening prayer and temple attendance, during a crisis of her faith. She made it pretty clear that she'd done everything she was supposed to as she sought answers for some difficult questions she was wrestling with. She followed the prescribed "formula" that Church leaders have long assured members will help them find clarity and peace. However, the opposite occurred for the author of the post. To make a long story short she left the church and is no longer sure if God even exists anymore.
I thought a lot about how this could have happened since I believe that if you're living righteously and, "if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost." (Moroni 10:4).
But I've come to realize that I actually do understand how this happens better than I initially thought-and the reason is pavilions.
You see, there's been a pavilion covering me for almost a year. My own anguished prayers of pleading during that time seemed to be falling on deft ears. As my suffering dragged on unabated, my heart was tempted to anger with the Lord. I felt empty, frozen. Even though the "feeling" was missing I continued going through the motions drawing heavily on the strength of the stalwart people around me. My own desires, rather than a feeling of "Thy will be done", were driving how I was expending my energy and best efforts. As a result I felt more exhausted than at any other time in my life. Not only had I erected a pavilion but I was using all of my strength to keep it positioned squarely over my head.
At this juncture, my own desires were incrementally leading me away from Heavenly Father and I know if I'd allowed myself to stay on that path where inevitably it would have gone. However, over the past few months, as I renewed my efforts again to make scriptures, prayer, church and temple priorities in my life, my heart started softening. Almost imperceptibly, I was submitting my will to His and I was beginning to feel his care and closeness once more. The last of my pavilion came down this weekend, sitting in the ER with Hunter. The result: peace at last. There is still apprehension in my heart for the future, but I'm resolved to make the decision to choose faith, one day at a time.
The material point is this. If God feels distant and inaccessible, the problem is on our end. Always on our end. He may be trying to manifest truth to us, but if we've erected a barrier between ourselves and God then the truth can't reach us. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure this is something that each person must learn for themself. And for now I'm just happy to be on the other side of that lesson.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
One year older and wiser too! Happy birthday...
...to you! Bryson's birthday is actually tomorrow but we had our little family party tonight. The weekend festivities I had planned had to be postponed because all our kids have been sick, including Hunter who spent the day in the ER on Friday. Still, it was fun to take some time tonight and celebrate the man who blesses our little family so much each and every day.
| The traditional Bennett birthday cake picture. It was a blazing inferno by the time we got all the kids in place. Yellow cake with chocolate frosting-in case you were wondering. |
| So glad Hunter was home to celebrate his daddy's birthday. |
| Presents: Skull candy headphones, new socks, iTunes card |
Saturday, May 18, 2013
A little update from Arizona
So, I've been thinking about reviving the ol' blog for a while now. For one thing, Bryson gave me his old work laptop so I'll be able to sit and blog on the couch in the evenings. I almost never use the computer in my little office because I check my email and do other internet stuff (can't really use it to blog though) on my iPhone. Plus, once I sit down on the couch after everyone is tucked into bed, any activity that requires me to move from said spot is just too darn exhausting. I guess the other reason I've taken such a long hiatus from blogging is because I've sort of been turned off by the whole concept of it. After reading various posts that involved sharing with absolutely no filter whatsoever mistaken as candor, it soured things for me for a bit. (And made me worry about if I've ever been guilty of doing it!) Still, I've decided to give blogging a try again. Especially now that we live in a different state than most of our family and friends I can't deny that blogging is a great way to stay connected. So here's a little update on us, but mostly on my cute kidlets.
When we moved to Arizona we decided to put Hunter in school. (He's never attended consistently in the past.) I wanted him to get to experience more of life outside the walls of his bedroom. To have the opportunity to interact with people outside of his immediate family. To give other people the chance to get to know him and feel of his sweet spirit. Facilitating his school experience has not been easy. Months have passed during which he was either too sick to attend or unable to because of conflicts with the district over Hunter's care at school. Still, when he was able to go it was really neat to watch him get on the bus in the morning and head off to school for some adventures. I think the best way to describe the past year with Hunter is that it's been really hard to see the forest for the trees. But I know the Lord has been there every step of the way, just waiting on me while I try and find my way. And I think I am.
My sweet Eleyna is growing and learning so quickly. It took her a while to settle in at her new preschool after we moved, but she's really blossomed the last couple of months. She's learning how to read right now and it's amazing. She's so fun to hang out with. When we run errands together we talk and laugh and have a great time. Today she asked me what a miscreant was (she heard the word on Ice Age) so we hashed that out over our muffins at Paradise. She's my bestie.
Rock makes me scratch his back whenever I put him down for a nap or bed. He says, "Scratch back me mama." He loves going to the QuikTrip with his daddy for donuts. He tells Bryson when he walks in the door after work to go lay down so they can "fight". He routinely body slams Bria when they're playing which is so cute and frustrating. He gives the sweetest kisses and the way he says I love you is too precious. He loves hippos and "tick-tocks" (alligators). He is Eleyna's little shadow and wants to do everything that she does. I can't get enough of this kid.
This little girl is my blessing from heaven. She is the sweetest, happiest little person. She has been a balm for soul during a really trying time. She's in to everything right now and on the verge of walking. She crawls as fast as her little arms and legs will carry her chasing her big brother and sister around the house. Trying to keep up with those two is exhausting work. Love this picture with her little tongue hanging out!
Life is good here in Arizona. We are very blessed. I love my babies and I sure feel lucky to hang out with these tiny people every day and to be married to their daddy. He's the best. Seriously. Whelp, until next time.
| Happy Hunter. |
| Picking up Leynie at preschool. Here she is with her friends-little cuties! |
| This kiddo makes me smile everyday. |
| Is this a tired face or what? |
Life is good here in Arizona. We are very blessed. I love my babies and I sure feel lucky to hang out with these tiny people every day and to be married to their daddy. He's the best. Seriously. Whelp, until next time.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Monday, April 30, 2012
6th birthday video
Well, I tried posting Hunter's birthday video to my blog like I do every year, but for some reason this time it kept posting it too big so you could only view half the picture as it played. Anyway, I'm finally giving up and just offering the link to the video (here) for your viewing pleasure.
You better head on over and check it out because I'm counting this as my one post for 2012. Seriously.
You better head on over and check it out because I'm counting this as my one post for 2012. Seriously.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)