Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Oh What a Beautiful Morning...

Elder Bruce D. Porter told this story in our recent General Conference two weeks ago.  It's made me smile quite a few times since then and has boosted my desire to look for the good, to sing more, to be grateful for beautiful days, and to find peace and joy despite difficult things that may be going on around me and in the world.  These are his uplifting words.

"When I was a student at Brigham Young University, I lived in a house with several young men. My roommate, Bruce, was the most optimistic person I have ever known. We never once heard him say anything negative about any person or any circumstance, and it was impossible not to feel buoyed up in his presence. His good cheer flowed from an abiding trust in the Savior and in His gospel.


One cold, wintry day, another friend of mine, Tom, was walking across the university campus. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and the campus was deserted and dark. Heavy snow was falling, with a brisk wind. “What miserable weather,” Tom thought. He walked farther, and out in the darkness and snow, he heard someone singing.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tears are Good. So...Let me Cry....

My last post was about sending off my missionary daughter.  I probably should have explained more things so as to avoid the comments that wanted me not to be sad; rather to rejoice in the blessing of having a missionary.  Those bothered me as they weren't what I needed - even though I know the authors 'meant' well and were probably trying to be helpful.

I do rejoice and am deeply grateful to have a daughter serve a mission.  Never did I feel otherwise.  But, can I share a truth I've learned - that will, hopefully, help us ponder on being more empathetic with one another?  I believe we'd all do well to show an increase of love as well as increased understanding of each another.

As members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we have been taught to 'mourn with those that mourn, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.' (see vs. 8-10)  It's to this statement I address my remarks today.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Who Knew that Sending off a Missionary Would be so Hard?

Amber, Ashley-Salt Lake Temple- Sat. April 6
My oldest daughter, Amber, entered the MTC yesterday.  She'll be heading to serve in Richmond, Virginia in a few weeks.  I know it will be a great blessing and glorious experience for her.  For that, I am deeply grateful.

But, it was hard on ME.  I cried all afternoon.  :)

We waited in a long line of cars that extended from the entrance of the MTC (Missionary Training Center, in Provo, Utah) to enter one of 24 drop off points.  We were told that we'd have 2 1/2 minutes to get unloaded and say our 'goodbye's.'  So, we were prepared.  Or, so we thought.

We took a few photos at the Provo Temple - and then, got in the car line to wait our drop-off turn. As we visited, expressed our love and support (from her two younger teenage siblings), and talked about saying goodbye, this sweet missionary daughter then, finally, shared that she was somewhat 'scared' - and I started to tear up.

Up to this point we have been so busy with preparations that we scarcely had time to think about the