"Visitors Welcome"

 

During the past week, I have learned for myself that we are all visitors here. Very few get to stay permanently. So we would be well advised to choose wisely how we use our time. 

I have been the beneficiary of wonderful visits---visits that have filled my soul with comfort and courage. I'm sure that those who have come had other things they could have done with their time, but they chose to share some of their strength with one who needed a portion.

If you look carefully, you will notice the same title invitation on designated buildings. Come on in and find out what you have to give and what is available for you to use on your own journey.

Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea

 (Originally scheduled for 12 February 2024)

I was reading in my off-schedule trip through the Book of Mormon (in other words, the trip I started before this year's scheduled reading) in Ether where the brother of Jared is conversing with the Lord about the conditions of their travel across the ocean. And just as sometimes happens, someone slipped a scripture in which I had never considered before.

24 For behold, ye shall be as a whale in the midst of the sea; for the mountain waves shall dash upon you. Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea; for the winds have gone forth out of my mouth, and also the rains and the floods have I sent forth.

25 And behold, I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea, and the winds which have gone forth, and the floods which shall come.

Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea. What great faith it must have taken for this group of people who (unlike some of us) had never traveled across an ocean before and thus had never had confirmed to them that there was even anything waiting beyond their line of sight.

Our sight is often also extremely limited in spiritual things. As President Nelson observed, we tend to be a bit myopic and cannot see afar off. 

Should we not trust this God of ours, who has prepared all things in advance—the winds and the rains and the floods. All so frightening to us as we inch forward through this mortal journey. 

Nevertheless, I [the author of the Plan, the designer of all created things]—I will bring you up again —out of whatever terrifying situation besets us as we wander in the dark side of understanding. 

Eventually, all will be made clear and we will see why it was required of us to pass through the valley of faith so we would recognize our Master’s voice.

Well, it finally happened!

*Originally scheduled for 5 February 2024

Out of all the 33 gazillion 5-letter word combinations, someone I know personally guessed the WORDLE word on the first try. And she hasn’t even been playing all that long!

She said the response by the program was overwhelming. As well it should be, to honor such an achievement.

But deep inside, was there hiding just a little jealousy? Although there is no way I would have done the painstaking analysis of the possibilities, did I secretly wish it had been me?

It made me think about the way the scriptures teach us to deal with pride-buffeting disappointment. And I wonder if the secret isn’t to see the overall achievement, to be grateful to have contributed (after all, I HAD encouraged her to try the game), and to rejoice over success no matter from whence it springs.***

Galatians 6 9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

1 Corinthians 3:6-9: I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.

7 So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.

8 Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour.

9 For we are labourers together with God: ye are God’s husbandry, ye are God’s building.

First Try Phenomenon

Well, it finally happened!

Out of all the 33 gazillion 5-letter word combinations, someone I know personally guessed the WORDLE word on the first try. And she hasn’t even been playing all that long!

She said the response by the program was overwhelming. As well it should be, to honor such an achievement.

But deep inside, was there hiding just a little jealousy? Although there is no way I would have done the painstaking analysis of the possibilities, did I secretly wish it had been me?

It made me think about the way the scriptures teach us to deal with pride-buffeting disappointment. And I wonder if the secret isn’t to see the overall achievement, to be grateful to have contributed (after all, I HAD encouraged her to try the game), and to rejoice over success no matter from whence it springs.

1 Corinthians 3:6-9: I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase; 

7 So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.

8 Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his own reward according to his own labour.

9 For we are labourers together with God: ye are God’s husbandry, ye are God’s building. 

Turning a Corner

It won't happen if you're not moving. It won't happen if you're not trying. It won't happen if you're not paying attention to the light and the source from which it emanates.

I have determined to take a new approach. If it doesn't light up my path, I choose not to travel that way. There is enough elucidation available, there are voices that speak to my heart, there is consolation that comes through with enough clarity to light the next steps. Then when it is time to determine another direction (if that is indeed necessary—sometimes all that is required is to persist on our current course), we will be led in the way we should go.

This is my faith; this is what I have lived. I joyously proclaim that there are indeed righteous individuals who have qualified themselves for the privilege of seeing around corners. And there are those who can bear piercing witness of their abilities. Both voices are needed; neither is diminished by the presence of the other.

https://speeches.byuh.edu/prophets-can-see-around-corners

Twenty Days Ago

 It was 20 days ago that my world changed. It was a Tuesday. I fell and lost track of where I was. And unseen things happened in my head which seemed to have an impact way beyond what would be expected. We might call it the lost 20 days except that there is no guarantee that we will stop counting at 20.

And that is frightening to me. We are entering uncharted territory. Only the last time I remember writing that was a referral to my husband’s cognitive decline. This is affecting me.

Tasks I once viewed as elementary have become frustratingly challenging. Yesterday, I couldn’t remember how to connected to a ZOOM broadcast. And I cried about the lost connection time when I could have learned something from someone else.

I’m not in so much pain physically as I am mentally. And yet there is still some physical pain. How long before my shoulder will be back to normal? How long before I will be able to remember what used to be a normal procedure?

And yet, from what I am hearing, I’m not the only one to go through this. There are those who have come out the other side to the point where they can remember the before and the after and something of the process in between. I yearn to experience that!

The story I wanted to share today was about Brother Hugh Nibley. He served as an intelligence operative during World War II. On his way home, he lost his identification papers. 

That half-remembered story brings back the anxiety of not being able to prove who you are through external evidence. But as I struggle with the ability to remember my basic identity, the fundamental experience comes back to me. Through all the cloudiness of my mind, one message comes through loud and clear. I am a member of Heavenly Father’s eternal family. Even if I cannot remember yesterday’s details, I do remember walking with Him and being needed to help out as another walked the same road. 

So until the fog dissipates and memory fills in the missing pieces, I will remember that I have an eternal connection that matters to Someone who needs me to serve. Maybe something I remember will matter to someone else who has forgotten about their past and the significance of the road now being traveled. 

And that should suffice for now.

A Freebie!

 

Technically, I should not be doing anything that stresses my brain. However, I am afraid not to write about this in case it disappears.

I have reached a sad point in the Book of Mormon. Mormon has realized that the society he knows is over. He had tried for years—maybe decades—to save his people from self-inflicted destruction. But it was now everlastingly too late.

You can hear the desperation in his words: 

16 And my soul was rent with anguish, because of the slain of my people, and I cried:

17 O ye fair ones, how could ye have departed from the ways of the Lord! O ye fair ones, how could ye have rejected that Jesus, who stood with open arms to receive you!

18 Behold, if ye had not done this, ye would not have fallen. But behold, ye are fallen, and I mourn your loss.

19 O ye fair sons and daughters, ye fathers and mothers, ye husbands and wives, ye fair ones, how is it that ye could have fallen!

20 But behold, ye are gone, and my sorrows cannot bring your return.

21 And the day soon cometh that your mortal must put on immortality, and these bodies which are now moldering in corruption must soon become incorruptible bodies; and then ye must stand before the judgment-seat of Christ, to be judged according to your works; and if it so be that ye are righteous, then are ye blessed with your fathers who have gone before you.

22 O that ye had repented before this great destruction had come upon you. But behold, ye are gone, and the Father, yea, the Eternal Father of heaven, knoweth your state; and he doeth with you according to his justice and mercy.

How do those two elements work together—justice and mercy? Hopefully, I will make a full recovery of my mental faculties which are now flagging. It took me several minutes to remember how to indent those verses of scripture—something I should have remembered almost automatically before my injury. Will there be mercy to cover those lapses? 

There is a Protestant hymn that has come back from years long past when I was teaching myself to play it on the organ. “Trust and Obey”–there is something profound in that combination of words. We do what we can to obey, and we trust that the deficits will be made up somehow in a miraculous balance of justice and mercy, where neither side is robbed and love receives its full measure. 

I don’t know how it works, but I trust that it does. Thanks be to God!