Water Under the Bridge

Each morning when we walk, my friend and I stop on the bridge over the river for a few moments meditation. I look forward to those times that revive and refresh me! And this morning those minutes were especially rewarding. There is a rock in the river that the water coming down stream crashes into and that encounter changes the course of the water. As I stood there this morning I noticed what happens to the water after it hits the rock. Instead of flowing uninterrupted on downstream like the water to the left of the rock, that water diverts to one of three places. Some of the water goes right as soon as it hits the rock and washes onto the shore. Some of the water goes right and is then pushed into a quiet little nook almost like a quiet pond in the middle of churning waters. The third group goes to the left of the rock and for about six feet seems to be rejoining the rest of the river but then makes a right turn. It is this current that forms the bottom border of the “pond” area and it continues to the shore where it then turns left again and goes on down the river.

As I watched the three areas many thoughts went swimming through my head. The rock is like the obstacles in our lives that often divert us into different paths but they don’t stop us. We are floating down the river of life, but then some obstacle in our path changes the course of our life and we end up someplace very different than where we thought we were going. But that isn’t necessarily bad. God needs some of us to water the vegetation on the shore. Some of the obstacles in our lives actually take us to a place of peace and calm, like the “pond” area where we rest awhile before traveling on. And some of us have something to learn from an abrupt right turn before we are ready to join the current again and move on.

I think I’m in one of those abrupt right turn areas now, but this morning the river gave me hope. When I’ve learned what I’m supposed to learn, I’ll rejoin the current and move on downstream.

There's Always Something More To Learn

I have been on pins and needles all week. D5 is in Russia trying to adopt children and things are not going well. You can read about her plight by clicking here.

But my plight takes me back to the principles of Living in Truth. My experience has taught me that it is much easier to Live in Truth when the problems are just with yourself. It is much harder when people you love are suffering. I've watched the agony D5 has gone through with medical procedures to help her get pregnant and the intense sorrow as each time they failed. I've seen the trouble and expense as she and her good husband have spent countless hours jumping through hoops required by the adoption process. It is a trial of faith to watch all of this and at the same time know what good parents they are. No child could find a better home than what they offer, and yet every where they turn they meet problems and disappointment.

It is difficult to understand and I have to keep reminding myself that understanding isn't part of faith. Faith is trusting that the Lord knows what is best for us and that even when things seem so absolutely wrong He can make them right. I'm using every Truth Tool in the arsenal right now to keep myself centered in faith, and constantly praying for a miracle. But whatever happens, I know our Savior will help her and me through  it. I am grateful for that knowledge.

The Power of Traditions

Picture by Christopher Talbot Frank //www.allposters.com/

Just yesterday I was walking on a newly laid carpet of autumn leaves. This morning the ground was covered with snow. Usually by the first snow the trees are barren, the leaves have blown away, and the snow rests on skeletal branches. But this morning with trees still full of golden leaves the snow on the branches was thick and bent the branches low as if they were bowing to their king.

Snow fell softly the whole three miles and the morning shone brighter than usual because the approaching dawn reflected off the fallen snow. In short the morning walk was absolutely magical.

I love the first snow of the season. That’s why decades ago I started a family tradition that on the day when the first snow occurs that sticks to the ground I make cinnamon rolls for the family. Years ago all my children’s friends caught on to the tradition and showed up at my house on the first snow. I loved it and I miss them. This year the only child I have in town is my son, but he’s already talked to me to ask when the cinnamon rolls will be coming out of the over. Since I teach today, it won’t be until evening, but he’ll be there—I am assured of that.

I wish more of the family were here to enjoy the tradition tonight. But despite the fact that most of them live far away I know that when it snows wherever they are they will think of me and cinnamon rolls and the great times we had around the kitchen table laughing and celebrating not the snow, but family and friends.

Counting on Cycles

During the night someone spread a beautiful carpet of golden leaves and yellowed pine needles over the path I walk each morning. The usually hard path turned overnight into a soft and supple path so that walking felt different. The trees have been holding on to their leaves, but they are fast falling and snow on the mountains tells me the world is changing. But I’ve lived long enough to know that this season of dying vegetation is temporary. Spring with its new life will come. Summer in all its bright glory will follow. And then there will be another fall. I’ve also learned that you can’t have a tomato plant without burying a seed, but death of that seed means new life will grow up with new fruit and in that fruit will be new seeds that can be buried and grow new plants. 

We all know this and accept it, but what we sometimes don’t recognize is that the changing times in our lives, the down times of disappointment or trial also are cyclical in nature. The down times will pass and change will bring new opportunities or knowledge or skills that wouldn’t have been possible without those down times.

The important thing to remember in the midst of the coldest winter is that seasons have cycles which means summer will surely come.

Picture = "Path at Wason Pond" by Sean Connoly

The Ride of Life

I saw another metaphor for life in Disneyland. I don’t like roller coasters. I never have. And so I would watch the grand children not tall enough for the roller coaster while my children rode. From my vantage point I could see them speed by and watch as the coaster chugged up the hills and then raced down. From where I sat, I could also see the thing make a loop at harrowing speed and turn everyone upside down.

Our quest for celestial life is a lot like the roller coaster. As much as we would like our spiritual growth to be a slow, calculated step by step upward journey, it is not. Instead, for some reason, we need to experience the downs as well as the ups. We need to be pushed out of our comfort zones and shaken up a little bit. We have slumps when we just don’t do it right, but then we can repent and go back up. There are even days and times and experiences when everything turns upside down. During the down times and the upside-down times we need to remember that down and upside-down are not us. They are conditions or states we are going through, but those conditions don't define us. We are children of God and our eternal trajectory is up and forward. UP and going forward is what we are. That is us.

Another important thing to realize is that in the end, the coaster always arrives back at the starting place, in our symbolism back with our Heavenly Father, and the thought that the ups and downs and all arounds are only temporary can give us the courage and the knowledge we need to hang on for the ride.

Autumn Sabbath

Here in Utah it is overcast and promising rain. This lowered sky and golden leaves creates a mystical feeling that reminds me that a loving Heavenly Father is nearby. Enjoy this beautiful Sabbath.

Hurrah for Commandments!

It is surprising how many of our gospel words come from the etymological roots which mean “to make sacred.” Consecration, sanctification, and sacrifice are a few of those words.

Sometimes we get in a rut of thinking that the commandments are a burden that restricts what we can do in our lives, but when we understand that all of these things are given to us to change us from carnal, sensual and devilish creatures into sacred or holy beings, we have a different attitude about the commandments. They aren’t a burden, they are a gift that allows the Atonement to operate in our lives. Thus the commandments are a blessing and an opportunity that we should give thanks for.

Next time you live a commandment (for example tomorrow when you attend church) say a little prayer of thanks for that commandment—thanks that you know the commandment and have the ability to keep it—and then notice what happens inside you.

Commandments are a gift from God and when we acknowledge that fact we grow closer to the giver of the gift.