I feel very impressed to share with you what I learned at a recent RS Activity. IT WAS MARVELOUS! I feel confident and "armored" with what I need to do now in our home to guard my children and prepare them against pornography.
The speaker was PHENOMENAL! She was forward, knowledgeable and understanding. Her husband had been suffering from a pornography addiction from a very young age, he cleaned up, served an honorable 2 year mission, and thought that was the end of it, he got home and fell back in. He fell in love with his wife and they were sealed in the temple. He fell back in and she didn't find out until 1 1/2 years in their marriage that he had this struggle and addiction. She made it VERY clear, that pornography addiction happens to TRULY GOOD people.
In the world today we no longer have the luxury option "IF" my children ever see pornographic images. Today it is only 1 option, WHEN and will they be prepared and know what to do when that situation arises.
A lady spoke up and said, that her daughter had an issue with that in school, a young boy brought a phone to school and was showing pictures on his phone on the play ground. The little girl was in 2nd grade. Our world is only going to get worse. We need to ARM our children with the tools they need and have the confidence to understand WHY those things are bad and harmful to us.
A BIG discussion to have with our children is WHY they are bad.
Q: Pornographic pictures are everywhere, so why are they so bad?
A:They give us false impressions of how relationships are, how we should look and act in marriage. Sex is an amazing thing, but there is an appropriate time and place for such a sacred act.
Pornography has changed the way people view sex. Sex is a wonderful, thing, we can't teach our children that sex is bad. Another lady pipped up and said her cousin was always taught that sex was bad, she was married in the temple and even now, after years of marriage, still has trouble getting intimate with her husband. She was taught at a young age that sex is BAD and to never talk about it. After years of marriage and counseling she still can't get that out of her mind that it is BAD. I DON'T wish that on anyone!
The speaker then talked about filtering our computers, and filtering our WIFI. THIS IS A NEED! ASAP!
My favorite quote of the night was, "Our goal as parents needs to not be one big "The Talk" but many, small, safe, ongoing discussions."
My parents never gave me "The Talk," and I never felt like I was close enough to them to take my awkward questions to them. We need to be open with our children. It's NEVER too late to talk about sex and the proper boundaries!
She talked about teaching your kids DO NOT GOOGLE QUESTIONS! Google is an amazing tool that can help put so much information at our finger tips. But it also leads to terrible things. Google doesn't ask you if you are a certain age to view inappropriate images, google doesn't have moral standards, it just lets you have it! We need our children to come to US! WE as parents are the ones who need to be comfortable and KNOWLEDGEABLE to understand what is going on in the lives of our children. We need to know what the "new" inappropriate things are so we can talk to our children about them and help them understand WHY they are wrong. She mentioned a few things I had NO idea were going on. 'Sex-ting" is a new one, with naughty pictures and new abbreviated words that mean certain things, like how LOL mean Laugh Out Loud, well there are now dirty "moves" made into akranims now that people text each other.
There are plenty more that I'm not aware of, but I need to be, for when that time arrives when my children are exposed to that, I can be prepared.
She brought up something interesting that can bring good discussions. On TV or out in public you see people wearing practically nothing and everyone gets a little uncomfortable, they look away and no one says anything. IT IS CRUCIAL to use those times as teaching times. "Do you see that young women dressed like that? I wonder why she feels she needs that attention? I hope everything is alright at home."
Once we understand and make those people REAL PEOPLE, not just an image or figure in our mind, they become children of God.
Another thing is, seeing a commercial on TV, that everyone gets uncomfortable with, you say, I get a "funny/different" feeling when I see "practically nude" people on TV. That's human nature, EVERYONE DOES! Let your kids know that everyone gets those awkward feelings- its human nature to see bodies and react to them.
Another great thing she discussed, is that as parents we need to be non judgmental. Don't get mad at your children if they have seen this or struggle with this addiction. They need your help! They already feel horrible for doing it as it is. Don't be angry at your children- Be angry at the pornography.
She said statistically speaking, a child's first introduction is age 8. It's amazing that at the age of baptism and agency, Satan begins his temptations. We are all human, and we all make mistakes, but its NEVER to late to talk to our families about pornography.
Create that open line of communication with your kids, and their questions, how crazy or earth shattering they may be!
The speaker also said, if your child comes home and asks you a crazy sexual question, always ask, where did you hear that? What do you think it means?" one of her friends had her little girl come home and say, "Mom, whats a testicle?" The mom said,"well what did you hear it meant?" The little girl said, "I think like an octopus leg or something?" HA HA HA!
By asking that simple question she saved herself from A TOTALLY different conversation.
Also, if they come home with a REAL question, you can say, "That's a good question, lets discuss it after dinner." THIS GIVES YOU TIME TO GO INTO YOUR ROOM, scream into a pillow, and control yourself so you can also think of the right thing to say later.
I'm sure I will use that many times. It's important to keep that poker face so our children don't think we are shaken by such crude things. On the inside we might want to scream, but we need to compose ourselves and explain the TRUE meaning of things and WHY some things are bad.
This conference was a wonderful experience for me, and it gave me confidence that we can overcome situations that I know will arise. I know it's only going to get worse, but now I feel I have strong tools so my husband and I need can prepare and help our children be armed when situations arise.
One of my favorite quotes I had in my room growing up is;
"It's easier to prepare and prevent,
Than it is to repair and repent."
May we PREPARE and PREVENT our families and if needed REPAIR and REPENT.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
FLUSH IT!
June came home from school crying. She is very much a fun dramatic girl but has never been so upset to the point of crying after she had a rough day.
Previously, she prayed and even woke up multiple times the night before to make sure her fingers were still crossed in her sleep to give her the added luck she needed to land the 3rd grade part of Mrs. Clause for their school Christmas program.
On her own she memorized ALL of the lines for the part of Mrs. Clause (and everyone else's) just in case. Well, one, she didn't get the part. Two, apparently no one sat by her on the bus, and three her first ever piano recital was TONIGHT and she had been practicing so hard that she had been messing up every time she played her memorized piece.
(As a mom I was secretly glad she didn't get the part of Mrs. Clause. June is gifted and has been naturally in the spotlight a few times. It was time to learn tot share the spotlight and to be a good sport.)
I had tried to mentally prepare her by telling her that if she didn't get it, she needed to be excited for the other person and have confidence in her abilities. She still went to school with VERY HIGH hopes.
So, I did what every mom does with a bawling baby. I grabbed a blanket, wrapped her in it, let her cry and tell me all about her "no good very bad day."
I am also a girl, a girl who understands that crying can be a very therapeutic emotional release. June's emotional water balloon pressure was at its fullest and the bus ride home was the prick that popped the balloon.
It's okay to cry! You need to let it out, then pick yourself up and make the day better. Put on your armor again and get back in the fight.
We had a great little talk, but her temper was still high. Everything anyone said, especially her darling younger brother made her flair up. Then she needed to practice her piano because her piano recital was in a couple of hours! We kept telling her to do her best and to RELAX.
Tensions were high and she kept messing up on her piano piece. Connor simply told June, "Sit up straight June." (He doesn't play the piano)
THAT WAS WHEN THE VOLCANO BLEW IT'S TOP.
The water was spent, so the fiery darts ERUPTED.
As a (what I consider a normal) mom, in the heat of the moment, I simply raised my voice a few notches on the volume dial and very clearly said,
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
(I was adding more patience to my usual fill line due to her bad day, but her bad attitude had gone far enough.)
June got up from the piano and marched over to the kitchen island and was preparing to rant into her brother who was eating an after school snack. But before she got two words our of her mouth, I said again, "That's enough!" She was angry and started to tell me that Connor had no say in what she should or shouldn't do in piano. (I understood, he shouldn't have corrected her, but this blow up was worse than a brother pushing a button in a wrong day.)
June was speaking in her "Sassy Rude" voice, not her "Sassy Fun" voice, there is definitely a difference.
As she was angry with her brother for a few sentences, I had PERFECT phrase come to my mind, it popped out like a word burp...
"FLUSH IT!"
I didn't realize I said it, but as the shock set in on the three of us, I realized the GENIUS of the words I had just blurted! I then looked at this still frustrated almost 9 year old and said, "Yes, I need you to go into the bathroom, grab your angry face, your mean bad thoughts and go flush them down the toilet!"
She looked at me in shock, and still wanting to be angry, but giggled in her puff of frustration. I then repeated myself as I grabbed her hand and walked with her to the RESTroom.
(This must be why it's called the REST room. You throw your troubles down the drain and come out clean and renewed.)
June started giggling as I told her what she needed to do as she stood near the toilet.
"Go ahead... pull our all the bad and FLUSH IT!"
(I wiped my face with my hands and acted light I threw it into the toilet bowl,)
She faked it then tried to storm past me.
I caught her and said, "Nope! You must not have gotten all the bad feelings out! Try again. Only I'm going to close the door and leave you to it. Please wash your hands when you are finished, because bad thoughts can be very sticky and I don't want them to follow you out! Please come out of the bathroom with a smile and a changed attitude because you're better than this. I know it, and you know it."
I then smiled and repeated as I closed the door, "Don't forget to wash your hands after flushing!"
She giggled against her will and I gently shut the door.
Then the MIRACLE happened! IT WORKED! She came our happier! Not like a whole new human, but a more calmer and collected little girl.
I am naturally slightly crazy and love to change anger into happiness with silly things for my kids. Often times it doesn't work, but other times it DOES! And when it does, I REJOICE!
I kept thinking about the two words I blurted out, "flush it." I wanted June not only to flush her bad attitude and negative feelings towards her brother, but also to flush the feeling of "not good enough," "failure," "heartache," "feeling bad for yourself," "worthlessness," "anger," and "hate."
Those feelings need to be FLUSHED! Because YOU ARE WORTH IT! YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH! Some things might not go your way, (MOST things in life won't go your way) but that doesn't mean you have failed. You simply need to keep trying and keep going!
On days when the world is filling your emotional water balloon with a FIRE HOSE, I believe we all need to go to the RESTroom, cry, pray and flush out the bad. Pick OURSELVES up, because no one can change your attitude expect YOU, and wash your hands! Negativity can be sticky and your attitude affects those around us. Then come out of the RESTroom renewed and refreshed.
(FYI - June played her recital piece FLAWLESSLY and to PERFECTION! No one beamed more than her! I was a VERY close second.)
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Lemonade Stand - Missionaries and the Atonement
June is 8.5 years old. She has be asking to have a lemonade stand for two years. She has seen them on TV, we have passed by them on the street, and we have stopped to get lemonade from many stands. She even made a plan with her friends like a little church leader to execute for the perfect lemonade stand.
Yesterday was a busy day, I worked all morning long and then picked up the kids. We entered the house and June said, "Mom, can we PLEASE have a lemonade stand?!" I simply said what I had said for the past two summers, "no."
They went down on their knees. They begged. They said "please" 50 times, or maybe 500? I lost count. I was simply unfazed and said, "No, I'm tired, we have some chores to do, lets just have a summer day, school starts in one week."
They begged more.
I then stepped back and thought about it......................you know... to simply get them off my back, lets do it and get it over with!!!
I then said, "YES! And not just because you begged, but because this is the last day we will have to do it!"
We started making lemonade in our cooler. We pulled out a fold up table. June grabbed the lemon table cloth I made her a year ago because she loved "playing lemonade stand" but never had a real one. We grabbed some quarters and some dollars for change. We grabbed poster boards and started coloring like crazy! I knew if we set it up in about 10 minutes, we would still have people coming and going on their lunch break.
We set it up, I took a picture and did what every other mom does, I announced it on social media.
The kids were ecstatic when grandma and grandpa stopped by, and even got a tip for such sweet service!
While my mom approached, she asked June, how much for a glass of lemonade? June said,
"It's .50 c. unless you're a missionary, because missionaries get it for free!
They're preaching the gospel!"
My jaw dropped, where did that come from?! I was beaming! I said a silent thanks to heaven that she knows that we give what we can to the missionaries. They deserve every blessing big and small that come their way.
My mother left and then the real challenge came. Who would stop at the house? We thankfully live on a corner so we had the traffic of two somewhat quiet streets instead of one.
Connor (about to turn 7) knew what he needed to do. He grabbed a sign and started yelling, "Lemonade! Come and get your lemonade!" Walking back and forth along the side walk. Yelling so all the neighbors could hear. Yet, no one was coming. He saw a truck with their windows down going down an alley and he started yelling, "Lemonade! Lemonade!" The truck moved on.
I kept telling the kids, "not everyone will stop. Just smile and wave. Smile and wave.
They may be busy, they may be in a hurry, they might not like lemonade, and that's okay! We are offering something delicious, it's their choice if they want some or not. Just be kind to everyone. Smile and wave. Smile and wave."
Shortly after we had people stop. Then, the workers from the alley truck that Connor was promoting to came back! They said, "Your loud cheering got us to come back. Good job buddy."
Then... things died down... the kids were waiting and waiting. A friend saw my announcement on social media and drove across town with her two small children to support June and Connor.
A while later, dear neighbors and friends stopped and purchased some lemonade. The kids were BEAMING! I was shocked beyond belief. I had to go and make more lemonade! As I was inside making more to fill the cooler, a man stopped by to purchase a cup. June said that she gave him his cup and said, "Here's your change." The man said, "I would like to buy the next person's cup of lemonade." June was excited to tell the next person that their cup was already paid for.
This was a beautiful four hours. Many came together. Many passed by, and cups were filled, both literally and spiritually.
Later that night we sat down to read scriptures. We read the last column of Mosiah Chapter 26. Three of the final verses in the chapter reached out and touched my heart.
I thought about what June had said about missionaries as we first set up the stand. They get a free cup because they are preaching the gospel!
I thought about what missionaries go through. The ups and downs, the sweet and sour. As missionaries, (like in verse 37 says) you try to bring peace, and help people to prosper. You walk circumspectly before God, you receive many and hope to baptize many.
(Verse 38)You smile and wave even if you are persecuted. You walk in diligence with your fellow laborers and teach the word of God, even in the midst of suffering all manner of afflictions.
(Verse 39) Yet, you admonish others, and are admonished to. You pray without ceasing and you give thanks for the opportunity to share what you know. You give thanks for the days you have sugar that is sweetly given to you. And you give thanks when you learn lessons as sour lemons are thrown at you.
A mission can be like lemonade. Without the lemons, you wouldn't know how sweet the sugar is.
I keep thinking about the man who came and "Paid it Forward" by giving of his money to purchase someone else's drink.
Our Savior Jesus Christ has already purchased the cups of lemonade. And He offers to refill it as often as you need. All He asks is that you accept His will. You accept Him in your heart and He will refresh your spirit and brighten your life.
Missionaries are here to offer lemonade. You smile and wave to those who pass by. We don't aggressively make people drink what they don't want. The gospel is about choosing. You can't force anyone to have faith. You can't force anyone to take what is freely given. All you can do is politely offer.
That doesn't mean you can't get creative in how you offer such a priceless gift.
Changing up your approach can help. Every person is different, doesn't that mean they might all react to different approaches?
Some might stop by naturally, others might need a shout out.
You might need to put your talents to the test.
As long as you are sharing and doing your best, the Lord will bless you for your efforts. He knows your heart. He knows your intentions and He loves you for being you. You are His hands, you are teaching and offering His cups of lemonade that was already purchased long ago. All you need to do is find people to share it with.
Life is sweet and sour. Look at life through heavens eyes, and see miracles unfold in your life and in lives around you.
Share the marvelous gift of the Lord's Atonement with the world. Smile and wave.
Be happy knowing you are doing what He would have you do.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
I can't do everything, but I can do something!
This past week our family has read and watched the account in Acts 3 of Peter healing a crippled man outside the temple. It is a beautiful account of serving with what you have.
As I pondered about Peter, the new prophet over the Lord's church, I loved his perfect example of humility and giving what he had to give.
Peter was given the priesthood, the authority to do Jesus' work on earth in His absence. He knew he could use it, and he had faith that it would work.
I love his response to the crippled beggar asking "alms" in verse 6;
"Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee."
I feel that in life we look at huge catastrophes and feel this deep yearning to do something. We all have divine nature in us that we want to help our brothers and sisters. But when it happens we stew over it, we worry over it, and when something else comes up it slips away and we end up doing nothing.
One thing I love to say to myself is, "I can't do everything, but I can do something."
This saying keeps me from doing nothing.
One time while my children were young we were driving to the store and we happened upon a really bad car crash. It was near our home and the children looked out and said, "Oh no! Mom! Is anyone hurt?! Look at that car!" I could plainly see the car and my heart ached for whomever was involved. I felt for the drivers, the passengers, the police, the ambulances, and the firefighters. I felt so helpless, I wanted to stop and give a stranger a hug, I wanted to cry for the family, I wanted to find out who it was and make them food, I wanted to send flowers to the hospital, I wanted to do SOMETHING!
But I was helpless, I knew no one involved, yet I had a feeling that I could help in some way. I simply didn't know how to do it.
Here was my moment. I couldn't do everything, but I can do something.
Knowing that I knew nothing of the circumstances of anyone involved, all I could think to do was pray. I asked my four year old daughter and two year old son to fold their arms in the parking lot of the store we were stopping at. I said a prayer. A simple prayer that I hoped would make it to the hearts of the families of all involved. I hoped that the faith of three small souls who came upon the aftermath of a life altering scene would help alleviate the smallest amount of hurt or pain.
Now, years later, whenever there is a suspected or sudden death, a horrible storm near or far, we say a prayer. It was a teaching moment for me, just as much as for my children, that when you feel you can't do anything or when you can't do everything, the least you can do is sincerely pray.
We have all been given gifts, personal, wonderful gifts that are meant to help Heavenly Father help us in the whirlwind called life.
"God does watch over us, and does notice us, but it is usually through someone else that he meets our needs."
President Spencer W. Kimball
We need to remember that we CAN help someone, we can reach out and do something. The only person holding us back or putting doubt in our minds is Satan.
Do something small, do something big, but always keep it within your means. The Lord doesn't expect you to give everything. But He does expect you to do something. Even if it's as simple as a prayer, a hug, a phone call, a visit or a card.
If you have the time, give it. If you have the means, share it. If you have food, make it. If you have a prayer, pray it.
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Feeding the 5,000 thoughts
I have to admit that the account of Christ feeding the 5,000 is one of my favorites.
I cannot begin to imagine how Jesus' day was that day. He was just told that His cousin, John the Baptist was beheaded. I wonder if He had even one moment alone to contemplate and reflect on His dear friend, cousin and prophet that just passed away so violently. After Jesus was told by His disciples He departed by ship to a desert place, I'm sure to be alone for a few moments.
But I imagine that news traveled quickly much like it does today. I imagine the people who heard this, went as a ward or congregation of Saints would have done. They would go to the person who is suffering and give their support and love.
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Matt 14: 13-14
13. When Jesus heard of it, he departed thence by ship into a desert place apart: and when the people had heard thereof, they followed him on foot out of the cities.
14. And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick.
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I'm sure the people, much like us, lost track of time and didn't realize they would be staying until evening with Jesus. I'm sure they started to get a little hungry, but wanted to stay with Jesus in His hour of need to show their support. Jesus, always knowing their thoughts and their intents, He knew He could feed them.
This is one of the beautiful things I love about this account. He simply TOOK WHAT THEY HAD. He blessed it and gave thanks for what they had and made a miracle happen.
Christ will take what you give Him. He will take you as you are, and He will BLESS YOU and THANK YOU for being you. When you turn all you have over to Him, He will make far more out of you than you could ever imagine.
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Matt 14: 19-20
19. And he commanded the multitude to sit down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his disciples, and the disciples to the multitude.
20 And they did all eat, and were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets full.
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I started questioning the 12 baskets of left overs. What did they do with them?
This is what I imagine.
I imagine that Christ told a few people to share what they had seen and heard. I imagine that Christ told them to take the bread and tell them that this is the TRUE reason of the bread.
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John 6:35
And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.
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Christ wasn't a baker who could make their lives easy by magically feeding them for the rest of their days, but He could feed their souls FOREVER. And if those who were "poor is spirit" wanted more, that they had a way. Follow Jesus and believe in Him, and you will have everlasting life.
I saw this exact miracle happen in my life. Literally feeding people with nothing. I am sure it has happened to others, but this was my experience.
We were at Girls Camp. I was the stake girls camp director and I had a team to help me. One of which was my oldest sister. She was over the food. That woman can feed an ARMY. She is meticulous and detailed. She remembers EVERYTHING. She knows exactly what to buy for how many and rarely has too little or too much of anything. She is organized, precise, and seriously one of the best cooks I know. She has been over food for girls camp the previous two girls camps we did together. This year of girls camp was different than the past two years. We were in a more remote location than before and for different circumstances needed food to be brought to us for dinner. Every night we had ward Relief Societies come together and bring prepared and ready dinners to us. It was WONDERFUL. However, one night, we had "walking tacos" a.k.a. tacos in a bag of chips. It was one of our favorites for girls camp, everyone loved them. The ward Relief Society remembered everything... except lettuce. Lettuce is kind of essential to tacos.
We hit panic mode. What could we do?
My meticulous sister started scrambling and going through each fridge and cooler we had and MIRACULOUSLY had one single head of iceberg lettuce and one large bag of shredded cabbage. We had over 130 people to feed which consisted of growing girls and adults who are always hungrier when camping.
My sister and I went into the back room and said a prayer together. We were thankful that we had one small head of lettuce and one large bag of shredded cabbage. We were thankful for this opportunity to be at girls camp, where we could help spiritually feed these young women and leaders in a safe and beautiful environment. We asked that the Lord help us stretch the lettuce and cabbage as far as it would go. We would prepare it and we would put the rest in His hands. We were asking for a "Feed the 5,000" scenario, but we would take whatever He could give.
We shredded that lettuce as finely as possible and even shredded the shredded cabbage more. We ended up with a medium/large bowl of lettuce and cabbage mix. We grabbed small tongs and set it on the serving table.
All week long we had ward young women serve the food so it was easier and kept the line moving faster. I stepped in and took over serving the lettuce. I would be sure to give a small portioned amount and kept praying in my heart that I could stretch it as far as I could. I looked down at my medium sized bowl of lettuce cabbage mix, and then I looked up at the longest line I had ever seen. My heart sunk. All I could do was pray. The young women or leaders around me had no idea what was going on in my heart and mind. Only my sister and I knew of this worry. The prayer was given on the food and then it began.
As the line stated coming through, I kept placing lettuce and cabbage on each plate, smiling and talking with the young women and leaders. Every single scoop I took from the bowl I said a prayer.
EVERY . SINGLE . SCOOP I PRAYED.
I realized about 50-60 people through the line, that my bowl of cabbage and lettuce was exactly where it had started. It was as if I hadn't taken even one scoop out of my medium sized bowl. I started to tear up and had to hold it together until the meal was done. I kept scooping and kept scooping. I continually watched what my earthly eyes could not comprehend, but what my heart understood.
This was a miracle.
My sister came about half way through and asked me quietly how it was going. She looked down at my near full bowl with awe. She started tearing up, and I said with tears in my eyes, "It's happening. It's the 5,000. I can't think about it right now, so go away and we can talk about it later." Her eyes held tears as she understood and said, "Yes, I understand." Then she went away to over see other things, before we both burst into tears at the miracle we were both witnessing.
It may not have been a big deal to many, but in that moment it was a big deal to my sister and I. Christ knew of our struggles and He knew our righteous desire to feed many with little.
Whatever is important to you, is important to Him.
I saw a miracle. I am sure you can believe what happened next. We had enough lettuce/cabbage to feel every last person. It was beautiful, and I still cry when I recall this experience.
Heavenly Father will hear and answer your prayers. He will make miracles happen in your life. Big or small. Everything happens for a reason. Would we have been okay without lettuce and cabbage in our tacos that day? Yes, we would have been fine. But He used that to teach me a very valuable lesson that I will never forget.
He is aware of ME.
And I KNOW HE IS AWARE OF YOU.
And I KNOW HE IS AWARE OF YOU.
We are the Lord's hands
"A story is told that during the bombing of a city in World War II, a large statue of Jesus Christ was severely damaged. When the townspeople found the statue among the rubble, they mourned because it had been a beloved symbol of their faith and of God’s presence in their lives.
Experts were able to repair most of the statue, but its hands had been damaged so severely that they could not be restored. Some suggested that they hire a sculptor to make new hands, but others wanted to leave it as it was—a permanent reminder of the tragedy of war. Ultimately, the statue remained without hands. However, the people of the city added on the base of the statue of Jesus Christ a sign with these words: “You are my hands.”"
(“You Are My Hands” Dieter F. Uchtdorf April 2010)
When I first heard this short story, I can honestly say that it changed my life. It was told in a primary lesson I was listening to, and my mind was captivated by the thought of ME being the Lord's hands. How had I been the Lord's hands that day? How had I been His hands in the past week?
From that day on, I pray every morning that I can be His hands in some way. Small or large, simple or complicated. I can love someone, somewhere as He would love them.
The conference talk given by Elder Uchtdorf continued..."True love requires action. We can speak of love all day long—we can write notes or poems that proclaim it, sing songs that praise it, and preach sermons that encourage it—but until we manifest that love in action, our words are nothing but “sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.”
Christ did not just speak about love; He showed it each day of His life. He did not remove Himself from the crowd. Being amidst the people, Jesus reached out to the one. He rescued the lost. He didn’t just teach a class about reaching out in love and then delegate the actual work to others. He not only taught but also showed us how to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.”
Christ knows how to minister to others perfectly. When the Savior stretches out His hands, those He touches are uplifted and become greater, stronger, and better people as a result.
If we are His hands, should we not do the same?"
Being a true disciple of Christ means to LIVE what you know. Live the gospel in a way that no one can doubt that you are a follower of Jesus Christ. Christ knows what people are going through. He is the ONLY PERSON who knows EXACTLY what you are going through. Your thoughts, actions and struggles. He knows YOU. Not only does he know YOU, but he knows EVERYONE. By asking Him to help you find someone to help, He will direct your path and put you in a place where you can be the one to uplift another.
Proverbs 3:5-6
"5. Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
6. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."
You may not understand why you are lead to a specific person at a specific time, but Christ knows. He knows you, and He knows who needs your talents and testimony to help them in their life at that moment.
BE HIS HANDS.
"God does watch over us, and does notice us.
But it is usually through someone else that He meets our needs."
-President Spencer W. Kimball
Monday, March 11, 2019
Who am I in the story of, "The Man Taken with a Palsy?"
This story has been going through my mind for the past few days. Sometimes when I read scripture stories I like to ask myself, who would I be in this story?
When I read this story I pictured myself as a bystander. Listening, or at least TRYING to listen and get a glimpse of Jesus. It seems that this was a very busy day for Christ. There were doubters, curious listeners, believers, law men trying to twist His words to accuse him of wrong doing, etc.
I imagined I saw family members who had seen so much pain and hurt in their brother or son that they had to ACT! They believed so much in Jesus's healing power, that they took their brother or son who was stricken with a palsy to be healed. They grabbed a sturdy cot they could carry him in and set off to find Jesus. This family would have had incredible faith and must have known that if anyone could heal their brother or son, it was Jesus.
I'm sure as they approached this home (or building) Christ was teaching in, that they were not ready for the crush of people that were watching and listening to Jesus. I'm sure they had to bolster one another, they had come this far and they would not be deterred.
(I imagine the doorway was large enough for the cot because Jesus would not tell the man to take up his "couch" and walk if it wouldn't have fit through the door)
I imagine they asked others to kindly move so they could ask Jesus to heal their brother. I imagine people would either snub them and not move, or some would push them away claiming they shouldn't be there.
I can only imagine the heart ache they would feel when others would not help.
This is where I ask myself the question, WHO AM I IN THIS STORY?
Am I the bystander who snubs them and only thinks of seeing Jesus myself?
OR
Am I the one who helps them, and finds the ladder?
In just about ANY life situation we need to ask ourselves, Who will I be? Who does Christ want me to be? Will I judge others quickly and shoo them away? Or will I love them and help them find a way to Christ?
I love how Jesus healed this man's spirit before He healed his body. "Thy sins are forgiven thee."
He healed this man spiritually before He healed him physically. What does that teach us about spiritual health?
It is just as important, to be spiritually strong, as it is to by physically strong.
Jesus preformed many miracles in His short 32 years of life, but don't think for one moment that His miracles have ceased. Look for His fingerprint in your life. Many people dwell on the negative in their lives and how much they wish it would improve. It's great to assess your life and look for options to make it better, but don't be sucked down into only negative thoughts. Be grateful for what you have. Look at all the things that went RIGHT today, not the things that went wrong.
You were blessed with breath today, and a heart that is beating.
Who can you speak to and share your heart with?
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