Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Light


We're studying the Book of Mormon as a ward family again this summer.  It's pretty awesome the way it works:  We all read the same pages together each day so we can be pondering the same verses. We share what we learn on our ward Facebook page and unify ourselves in heart and mind.  I loved doing this last year and am very excited to be doing it again!

I love the scriptures, especially the Book of Mormon.  I've read it over twenty something times and it never grows old to me.  The first time I read it was my Jr. year in high school.  (I keep thinking it was my Sr. year but it must have been my Jr. year because the friend of mine who challenged me to read was a grade above me and he was a Sr.) Anyway, it doesn't really matter when, the fact is - It was an amazing experience!

A couple of days ago, I was thinking about the power that comes into our lives when we sincerely study the scriptures and plant them deep within our hearts.  I thought back on where it began for me.

Before I ever read the Book of Mormon on my own, we had family scripture study on a somewhat regular basis.  It was more of a contentious time, a "shut-up-sit-down" environment if you know what I mean.  The spirit was difficult to feel.  My dad was so strict and incredibly controlling, smacking us if we didn't sit still.  It was very wrong the way he went about it.  I look back though and even amidst the memory of it being rigid, forceful, and frustrating, I'm glad my parents at least tried to read on those occasions.  They've definitely learned to loosen up since then and I'm proud of them for that.

One of the best decisions I ever made was to enroll in Seminary.  I took it from 9th grade until 12th.  My 9th grade seminary teacher constantly encouraged us to study the scriptures for ourselves.  I admit, the idea of reading the entire Book of Mormon from cover to cover seemed daunting to me at that age and, like I said, I never did read it that way until my Jr. year.  But my freshman seminary teacher was inspired and suggested I try a study-by-topic method.  "Pick a topic in the Topical Guide" he said "And go through all those verses with that word and study them."  I liked the method of study he suggested and decided to give it a try.

The topic I chose was "light."  I took my set of scriptures, searched the word light in the Topical Guide and combed through highlighting and studying all the scriptures I could find related to it.  It was a wonderful experience!  After that, I often bore testimony of this method, sharing with others my experience studying light and encouraging my friends to do the same with their own topic.

I think it's so fitting that light is what I chose because since then, the scriptures truly have been a "lamp unto my feet, a light unto my path." (Psalms 119:105)

Never any day have I needed to walk in darkness because I have had this light of truth to guide me.  I know that if ever there is confusion, a loss of direction, a sense of not really knowing where to go or what to do, we can receive direct, clear, and distinct answers through the power of prayer and deliberate, intentional, scripture study (both ancient and modern.)  I have witnessed it for myself time and time again.  It is a tested, tried, and proved method for revelation.  We can know of things to come and also be content with not knowing the timing or the details.  The Word is God, it is Light and Truth.  And when the Word is received and applied, it brings REST and peace of mind... no matter the test, no matter the circumstances.  This fixes my mind, heart, body, and soul on Truth.  This is faith in action!  This brings peace.

"Rest... is the mind at leisure from itself.  It is the perfect poise of the soul; the absolute adjustment of the inward man to the stress of all outward things; the preparedness against every emergency; the stability of assured convictions; the eternal calm of an invulnerable faith; the repose of a heart set deep in God.  It is the mood of the man who says, with Browning, 'God's in His Heaven, all's well with the world.'" - Henry Drummond

-Alicia

Monday, May 4, 2015

Start Out Walking and Learn to Run

I have 23 unfinished posts just sitting on my draft board.  So many thoughts and yet I struggle sometimes to organize them comprehensively.   I'm running out of time to write as I get back into the saddle of school again.  Since I started last Monday with my first homework assignment, it has been a race against the clock to fit it all in along with trying to make sure things are picked up around the house, meals are made, the kids get to appointments, I help them with school and play with them a bit.  I just hope I'm giving my children enough of me especially when I feel spread so thin.  I have very little sleep.  I'm pretty tired but I'm not complaining... This is an exciting time in my life.

My little Micah turns 10 tomorrow (I guess today, It's past midnight here) and Miriam is already 12. Those two can entertain one another for hours with their ingenious creations and whimsical stories.  I often think to myself if anything were to ever happen like a financial crisis and we lost everything we owned, those kids would be perfectly happy entertaining one another with sticks, rocks, dirt, and a little water for some mud.  Miriam has always loved to play in mud.  I hope they never lose that sense of contentment, it will serve them well throughout their life.

It's amazing how fast they are growing up.  I watch the home movies of my children when they were babies and I miss their tiny voices and disconnected sentences.  I miss falling asleep with their warm little infant bodies snuggled on my chest, the weight of them pressing into me and filling all the voids within my heart.

I suppose I'm still a new mom.  More experienced mothers would say to me, "Oh just you wait.  You think time has gone by fast now, it goes even faster." I don't doubt it, I believe them.  Days are hours, weeks are days, months are weeks, and years are months.  It's strange.  Our time on this earth really is so short.

I wonder if we will watch old home movies of our lives here when we are in heaven?  I think I'd like that.  I wonder if I'd play back all the scenes that made me laugh until my stomach hurt. Which events would be my favorite?  What would I see as most important and would it be what I value now?  Would I fast-forward through the hardest parts or would I slow them down to see how they were the very tools that were carving and shaping the beautiful?

Life is interesting.  I'm so thankful for it.  I feel so blessed.  I have a good life, a very good life, far greater than I could ever deserve.  Sometimes, I feel like shouting "hallelujah" for all I have!  And even when this life is over, it's only the beginning.

Well, it's late.  I should get some sleep.... an imperative I often forget I need. But before I do... I might just plug in my head phones and listen to one of my old-time favorites before I rest my head.

We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
(We've only begun)

Before the risin' sun, we fly
So many roads to choose
We'll start out walkin' and learn to run
And yes, we've just begun

Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talkin' it over, just the two of us
Workin' together day to day
Together

And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes, we've just begun

Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talkin' it over, just the two of us
Workin' together day to day
Together
Together

And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes, we've just begun

-  The Carpenters