Friday, May 19, 2017

A Tennis Story for Budding Young Tennis Stars



I was losing this tennis match the other day and I wasn't liking it. The heat was bearing down so hard at just under 100 degrees Fahrenheit that I couldn't think straight. I willed my body to move but I felt like a bag of wet towels just pulled out of the washing machine. "Move your feet!" I kept telling myself. "Wake up! Your energy will kick in any minute now."

I had felt sluggish from the beginning. I felt none of my usual spark. I wasn't feeling great that day to begin with and now I was down 5-2 in the first set. I squinted my eyes and peered toward the other side of the court where my opponent was preparing to serve.

Pow! His first serve came flat from his racket at high velocity down the middle of the service line on the deuce side, a perfect ace. 15 - Love.

I moved to the add side. This time he hit his first serve into the net. His second serve was softer and I moved forward to take it, trying desperately to hit my lefty cross court forehand winner. The angle was good but I went for too much and the return flew wide. 30 - Love. Dang it!

I moved to the deuce side again. This time I blocked back a hard first serve and began a rally. After several strokes I managed to pull him wide to my right. My opponent scrambled to get to it and managed to send a bullet back, but it went into the net. 30-15.

The next two points and the first set were lost by a forehand slice into the net and an overzealous lob attempt on my part. Dang! What a disaster! I was down a set and hadn't even tested my opponent yet. What was wrong with me? I couldn't move. I was dieing of thirst, and the only way to win now was to fight my way back to take two consecutive sets. The heat was stifling and I could see that even my opponent had started to slow down some.

The second set started better. I had been getting beat when I approached the net so I decided to only approach when I had a good reason, like a short weak ball from my opponent or an exceptionally good approach shot. It began to dawn on me that the longer I could keep him in a rally the better chance I had of winning the point. He was prone to over hitting so if I was patient it might work to my advantage. I took the first game.

Little by little I began to notice a few other chinks in his armor that I might take advantage of. One was that he liked to charge the net. This had worked to his advantage in the first set. I began to concentrate on hitting deeper balls to him and moving him back and forth along the base line. Soon I had him running more than me which is always a good sign in a match. I went up 3-2 in the second set.

Next, I began to notice that when my opponent approached the net, he would come straight up the center leaving a nice gap for my down the line forehand. I passed him several times on this and his advantage at the net began to erode. I reduced my own net errors by choosing my spots to approach. It was so hot and I was so tired I wasn't too anxious to go to my weaker net game anyway. I'm not bad at the net in doubles but I haven't worked it all out in the singles game yet. I went up 5-3.

Lastly, I began to slow down on my stroke, not the stroke speed, but the stroke timing. I've always been a little quick on the draw. I concentrated on letting the ball drop a little more and I made sure that I didn't travel if I could help it during the shot. If I got my front foot down and waited for the ball to drop more, I could hit a more effective ground stroke with topspin or under spin. I won the second set. 6-3.

Now, what to do in the third and final set? Remember, I was exhausted and it was almost 100 degrees out. We both were dieing. If I could manage to win this one, the match would be mine. I decided to stick with what had helped me in the second set. He hadn't been been able to stop me with those tactics so why was I going to change now? It turned out that I was right to stick with it. I ended up winning the last set 6-2 by continuing to do what was working for me.

By the end of the match, we both nearly collapsed from heat exhaustion but I came out the happier of the two of us. I won 2-6, 6-3, 6-2. So children, here's the moral of the story. Here's what I learned.

1. In tennis as in life, you never give up at any point no matter how bad you are losing or how bad you feel.

2. In tennis as in life, you figure out what it is you are doing wrong and stop doing it.

3. In tennis as in life, you figure out what is right and keep doing it.

4. In tennis as in life, when you go off course, you make on court adjustments. You don't keep doing the same thing that doesn't work over and over again and you don't wait 'till the next day. You do it now!

5. Always be nice and obey your parents. Oops! How did that get in there? It's good advice anyway, so do that too!

Finally, lest you think that I'm boasting here, you should know that I've lost as many matches as I've won so far. The one thing I can say is that I learn from every match, win or lose.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Inspiration and Learning to Listen

Ever since I was a small boy, I was enthralled by the idea of God.  I felt a wondrous and divine connection with my creator.  I just knew there was a Father in Heaven and I knew that I was his son.  I grew up feeling special.  I felt like I had big things to accomplish for the Lord and I just knew that he would be with me and that we would be performing great miracles in this world together.  I know that this may sound presumptuous, but it is how I felt when I was a boy.  I felt the pure wonder of the heavens around me and I had the energy to throw myself into the work and ministry of bringing souls unto Christ.  I did this and I shared the gospel with my friends. Had I been born into another church, I might have said that I felt called to the ministry.

Over the many years since then, I have learned much.  I have passed through many difficulties and my spirit has been tempered considerably.  I know something about how hard and unfair life can be.  I have had my heart broken and my spirit nearly broken as well.  I have had my childhood exuberant faith challenged to the core more than once.  I know now that I am nothing, and as to my strength, I am weak.  I know now that every breath I take is granted unto me.  I know now that life is fragile and that I could just as easily slip to the other side of the veil as continue to live on this side. But I suppose that there is enough of that young irrepressible boy left in me that I continue to try to testify of the truth.  I do it both verbally and in the written word.  That is why I continue to write this blog.  I can't help myself.  I must share what I feel.  That is what is inside of me.  My gift is to communicate and that is what I do despite my own weakness and imperfection.

I want to express that my testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ does not come to me based on any of the incredible and miraculous experiences so often spoken of in the scriptures via dreams, visions, or heavenly visitations.  I have desired to experience those kinds of sacred experiences all my life, but  to this date, I have never experienced any of those things things to any great degree.  When I hear about sacred experiences occurring  in our day with different people, I am always so interested to hear or read about them.  I am very open to the notion that Heavenly Father can and does communicate in that way with those whom he chooses for his own purposes.

I no longer feel that I have been passed over because I have not had these types of experiences.  I have grown in the understanding that the Lord knows best how to bring me along.  I think that in my particular case that the way to make me strong is to is to have me learn to discern and listen with my mind and my heart.  That is the way that my life has been patterned.  I have not had the privilege of having Lord part the veil for me although I have begged him to explain to me the reason why certain things have gone the way they have.  I have implored him at times to please open a panoramic vision of the plan for me to see everything in crystal clear detail. That has not been necessary for me nor would it have been the best thing for me.  Mine has been to walk the path of faith.  Faith is believing in those things we can't see, but are true.  If a man sees something in plain site, does he still need to have faith that it exists?

I now take it as a compliment that the Lord has worked with me in this way.  It shows that he trusts me and has a knowledge that he can communicate with me without shouting and without having to show me proof.  I have had countless promptings, intuitions, inklings of inspiration, words spoken to me in my mind, feelings of great peace and love, feelings of burning in my bosom.  I have had the spirit of prophecy with me as I have given blessings.  I have had a "stupor of thought" at times which has caused me to forget the things that I was considering that were not right which saved me heartache in the end.  I have experienced the gift of tongues while I preached the gospel in Spanish as a missionary in another country.  I have been given the gift to communicate spiritual things to both individuals and groups.  The truth is that I have had a multitude of spiritual communication provided to me that continues to this day.

I do not think I am alone in this in any way.  I know that all of us have some or many of these gifts along with many others.  The main thing, in my estimation, is to learn how to tune into spiritual communication from the Lord.  I believe that He is trying to communicate with us everyday but because of our preoccupations we miss many of his messages.  Sometimes we are so busy, we don't take the time to listen.  Other times we indulge ourselves in grief past the time of grieving, or we are angry past the time of justified anger and thus we put chains on ourselves and we don't receive the communication and healing that our Father is trying to provide.

My suggestion is this.  Learn to be still.  Learn to be quite and attentive.  Try to listen with your heart as well as your mind.  Be open to receive both healing and intelligence.  Put away your anger.  Put away your grief and learn to listen.  This is not easy but it is something that everyone of us can work on and with time, we will all become wise and become masters in learning to hear the voice of the Lord in our lives.

The last thing is to act when you receive a prompting.  President Eyering says, that if we follow the promptings we are given, we will receive more promptings and intelligence.  The converse is true as well.  If we ignore promptings, we will receive less of them.  "For what profiteth a man if he is given a gift and he receives not that gift?"  The Lord will withhold those blessings and wait until a person is penitent and comes seeking again.

In conclusion I say, value all gifts and be grateful to the Giver of those gifts.  We all have them, weather they be wisdom, learning, prophecy, visions, discernment, charity or any number of things.  We are all children of our loving Father.

Bless you all and let's continue to move forward together my dear brothers and sisters.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

Brush with My Own Mortality

I had planned to write a glorious post about all the recent blessings I've been receiving as of late.  There has been lots to talk about in terms of priesthood blessings received, sacred callings to church service, jobs provided, improving health and chances to develop talents etc.  The good things have been plentiful.  I was truly in the rosiest situation I had been in years.  All very orchestrated by heaven I know.

It had been over 3 years since the divorce and much of the hurt had dissipated.  My relationship with my children has always remained strong.  Goals were continuing to be worked on.  Hope was still high that I would eventually find the right partner etc.

But as we know, life is not without opposition.

  • 2 Nephi 2:11

    11 For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my firstborn in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one; wherefore, if it should be one body it must needs remain as dead, having no life neither death, nor corruption nor incorruption, happiness nor misery, neither sense nor insensibility.
    Such is the case with me and with all of us.  If we are looking for a life with no challenges and continued and unmitigated success, we have come to the wrong planet. We Mormons believe that we lived before we came to this earth.  This is a truth that has been lost to most of the world yet we know it fervently.  Our souls were not just created on the day of our births into this world.  We are eternal beings who lived with our heavenly parents for eons before accepting our assignments for growth here on this world.  We all knew what we signed up for before coming to this earth and we accepted that life was going to be full of challenges, reversals, pain, sickness and yes suffering.  We knew that it is the only way to grow.  It is the only way to gain the attributes that our Heavenly Father has.  It is the only way to become like him and that only if we choose to accept and learn from our suffering in the holy way designed by him.  We can choose not to participate in this program and go on to curse God and the universe.  That is our right.  But that's not who I am.  That's never been who I am and I pray that it's not you either.
    So after I had been enjoying a some of the blessings of life I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that some opposition hit me.

    In early January I got sick and had trouble breathing.  I thought this was a result of my asthma, which played a minor part, but little did I know that I had aspirated something into my right lung which caused me to develop an abscess of some kind which can only be described as a big ball of bloody puss.  The chest X-rays I had done could not detect this abscess.  It was hidden by my diaphragm.  One night after attempting to get medical help via my doctor and Instacare, I awoke unable to to take a full breath.  Every time I inhaled I felt as if a knife was being plunged into my right chest cavity.  I got up at 3:00 am and stumbled around my apartment hoping that somehow this feeling would dissipate but it wouldn't.  I began to panic because I couldn't breathe.  It felt like a combination of being stabbed in the chest and also feeling like I was drowning at the same time.  Around 4:00 AM, I called my parents who live upstairs from me for help.  I couldn't even talk.  They came immediately and my Mom called 911 for me because I couldn't speak without coughing and sputtering uncontrollably.

    Soon the EMTs arrived and gave me a breathing treatment for asthma.  They kept telling me my oxygen levels were good, but I couldn't breathe despite that.  I could not expand my chest cavity.  I could only shallow breathe like a humming bird.  Soon they loaded me up in an ambulance and I arrived at the University of Utah Hospital a few minutes later.  After more chest X-rays and eventually a CT Scan they discovered the abscess.  They diagnosed me with the abscess and pneumonia and admitted me to the hospital.

    I spent the next 13 days there.  I was blessed with very good care from the doctors and nurses but there was plenty of discomfort to experience.  I was coughing a lot and every time I did, it hurt again like a knife being stuck into me.  I also coughed so hard that it would make me gag like I was throwing up.  Nothing came up from my stomach, but plenty of that bloody puss came up from my lung on a regular basis.

    The doctors decided to put a chest tube into my right lung area where they located most of the fluid build up.  I had like a little portable suitcase attached to me and the chest tube.  Soon I drained out about 2.5 liters of the aforementioned bloody puss.  One of the hard aspects of this was the fact that the doctors had to come in 12 separate times to inject medicine into the tube which would break up all the compartments and crystallization that my lungs built to contain the puss.  When they injected this medicine I could feel and even almost hear bubbles popping and crackling inside my chest.  A couple of times the medicine would find its' way up into my throat and then I would start to cough again profoundly and spit up more of the bloody puss while they were injecting me.  It was awful.

    The night before they placed the chest tube into my chest cavity I was forbidden to eat or drink after midnight.  The only problem was that I had a cold with all this pneumonia and for some reason my throat and mouth completely dried up in the night.  I felt like I was going to die.  I was like a man in the desert.  I was parched and the nurses didn't want to give me anything because of the procedure that I was going to have in the morning.  I told them that they had to at least bring me some ice chips or I wasn't going to make it.  This they did reluctantly.  I had to wait for my procedure till the following afternoon because there were other patients that were in a more serious condition than myself.  That was one of the worst nights I ever have had on this earth.  I think that the nurses could have given me more fluids in my IV that night, but for some reason I don't think this was done.  They took care of it the next time.  They later removed the chest tube and put a new one into a different location in my chest cavity.  I didn't push out as much puss with the second chest tube, but it did get some out.  They told me that the fluid was extremely thick and that is why is was hard to drain.

    I spent my time in the hospital watching the tennis Australian Open and the NFL Playoffs.  I got to see my Atlanta Falcons win their division and secure a place in the Super Bowl.  I also had many visitors come including many family members and friends that I have made since being single.  All of the visits were a blessing to me.  One of my good friends from the single world came and did a foot zone treatment on me using essential oils that she determined that my body needed.  She rubbed these oils into my feet and also massaged the many pressure points.  I actually felt heat leave my body as she did this and it was the only time in the hospital that I actually felt good for a little while.  I greatly appreciated my friend's kindness in doing that for me.  Others also came and rubbed my back and feet and some helped me go on walks in the hospital.  They were angels in human form.  Also many came and just talked with me.  That was very therapeutic as well.  There is nothing worse when you're sick to sit around and talk about your problems.  It's so much better to talk about other things, news, sports, spirituality, family, anything other than focusing on your own issues.

    Also during this ordeal I experienced an extreme lack of protein which caused me to swell up around my stomach and down my right leg and ankle.  Although I had lost all appetite for weeks I was carrying water around my stomach which made me look fat.  It looked like a jelly belly that would wiggle and jiggle when I moved.  I hated that.   My face had grown skinny with the lack of eating but my belly was all swollen up.  I guess I'm too vain!  I don't like my gut looking like a sack of jello!  Eventually it dissipated on it's own so I look somewhat normal again, just a lot skinnier.  I have lost about 20 pounds in this ordeal.  I definitely wanted to drop a few pounds before, but not like that.  I paid a very high price to drop that 20.

    I also experienced night sweats for at least 3 weeks.  In the hospital I would sweat through my clothes and bed sheets and had to ask the nurses to change them 2 or 3 times a day.  When I got home from the hospital I continued sweating through my sheets and had to change my night clothes and sheets every night.  It is the worst feeling to wake up in the night and feel wet and cold because you have been sweating for hours.  It's no fun.

    One nice experience happened with my daughter Analisa.  She is married to a wonderful man but she still loves her Dad.  She came to visit several times in the hospital.  One day when Analisa was with me, there was a somewhat feisty nurses assistant present.  When I asked for her help on something, she would say no immediately.  I know she was just somewhat joking with me but it wasn't funny to me and I found it kind of offensive.  She wanted to make the point to me that I should be doing things for myself.  My thought was that I was suffering and needed kind assistance from the staff and I also was paying good money for the service there.  I had asked for her assistance to help me take a sponge bath.  This is just a matter of wiping a person down with soap and water and drying them off.  It is a kind and precious service to provide for someone who is suffering.  You do not remove all your clothes or anything like that.  It is a respectful and modest thing but it helps you regain some of your dignity to feel clean again.  Well, this nurses assistant didn't want to help me but she did bring in soap and water and towels so that I could do it myself.  I'm sure I could have done it myself.  That is true.  But my daughter Analisa stepped forward and helped me wash my arms and legs, my stomach, chest and back, and also my neck and face.  It was a very kind thing for her to do for her father and I appreciated it.  I will always remember that she provided that service for me when I was so weak and suffering so much.  She is a true blessing in my life just as each one of my children are.

    I must say that my parents have supported me heroically throughout this whole ordeal.  They are in their 70's but are in great health and condition.  They would both come spend hours with me everyday in the hospital.  I feel that I should be supporting them, but they are the ones supporting me.  They shouldn't have to do that at their age but they do and I am eternally grateful.  Even though I am out of the hospital, they check on me everyday and make sure I have everything I need.

    So where am I now?  I am home and recovering.  I notice small improvements every day although I still cough a lot and my right lung is not fully inflated yet.  I'm working on that.  I also don't yet have much of an appetite.  My sense of smell and taste suffered greatly in this experience.  Everything smells and tastes bad.  It's improving slowly but it's hard to eat when your sense of smell and taste are messed up.  I know that I'll be back to normal again soon.  In the meantime I'm on short term disability from work.  This is a blessing and will give me the necessary time to recover and I will recover.

    When all of this first happened to me I must admit that I temporalily felt that I had gotten a raw deal and that God must be mad at me, but then I remembered that our Father doesn't work that way.   All things work together for good for them that love the Lord.  God was just allowing me to be purified through this difficult experience.  He was teaching me and reminding me to rely on him, that he would support me through all my trials.  He does not rejoice in our pain but he provides his mercy and grace to us through our trials.  Sometimes we wish that we could change God's will, that we could have him save everyone from any kind of suffering, but this would not be to our eternal benefit.  It would deny us of the growth opportunities that we came to this world to experience.  We are on a holy path my brothers and sisters.  There is no lack of meaning in our earthly experiences.  It is all designed to help us on our way back to our Father in Heaven.

    I must mention that though I know I could have died in an experience like this, I did not pass that threshold to the other side.  I know that many have had sacred experiences with dyeing and visiting the other side of the veil.  This did not happen in my case.  I know that this is not my ordained path at least at this time.  I believe that the Lord wants me to continue to exercise my faith in him without having the privilege of witnessing or seeing what we would call heaven or paradise.  That experience will come to all of us at the very least when we lay our mortal bodies down.  I have no doubt that I will know the Savior when I see him again.  I say "again" because although we cannot remember, we have all seen the Savior before we entered this world.  That knowledge has been kept from us in this sphere so that we would learn to exercise and walk by faith because without faith it is impossible to please Him.  (See Hebrews 11)  It is one of the very basic things we have come to develop in this mortal life.  I have no doubt, however, that God lives and that there is a heaven and that angels from the other side help us on this side although we are mostly unaware of their assistance.

    I know that I will fully recover from this.  It is not my time to depart this earth.  I was promised this in two separate priesthood blessings that I received from my father.  I am still in the midst of this recovery but I know that I'll be alright.  I have learned, however, that life is fragile, and that God could call us home at any time.  Have we done enough to prepare ourselves to leave this life? It not, we need to prepare quickly.  The next life is only a heartbeat away.

    Thank you my brothers and sisters. I hope that we will always continue our walk of faith and our journey towards God.


Thursday, September 29, 2016

This Continued Journey

It's been quite a while since I've written here.  It's about time that I did.

It feels like I've done enough living in the past 3 years since the divorce to equal 10.  I have transitioned into singlehood from being a married father for 23 years.  I have sent two of my daughters on missions. Two of my daughters are now married.  I'm now a grandfather.  I've been laid off twice from jobs but have rebounded.  I lost a wife.  I lost a home.  I lost a life that could have been.  Since then, I have dated much and have experienced relationships.  I have been privileged enough to love again but have been moved in other directions. This was not easy for me. I have lived much, loved much, fought much, conquered much, suffered much, cried much, laughed much, have grown much.

Like Jacob says in the Book of Mormon, "the time passed away with us, and also our lives passed away like as it were a dream, we being a lonesome and solemn people, wanderers, cast out..."

I could have never imagined this path that I am now walking, yet I can look at myself in the mirror and respect.  My path has not been smooth.  I have not walked the easy road. There have been many thorns and noxious weeds.  My path did not offer me a supportive spouse with understanding eyes, but that lack kept me close to and relying on the Lord.  I have become a different person over time with layers of understanding embedding themselves in my marrow.

I have come to know this.  I cannot see much of what lies ahead, but I keep walking.  I see the road just a little in front, yet, I keep seeking for a better country, not having received of the promises but seeing them afar off, but being persuaded of them. (Hebrews 11)

Revelation works like this.  You are given a little; you follow that light.  Then you are given a little more light and you follow it.  You go as far as the light leads.  Sometimes you follow the light down a path that you think will lead you to a certain destination or outcome.   You make plans.  You dream dreams, but then light tells you to stop.  You have gone far enough on that road.  Now you need to take a different road. Can you be flexible enough to accept the truth and follow the light still, even when it takes you in a direction you didn't anticipate or desire?  I hope so. We must be willing to give up what we thought was so good for us and follow the path that the Lord has laid out for us. We must do this even if others don't understand.  I can't tell you how many times my desired path and the path the Lord has offered me have not matched.  I have had to humble myself many times and and seek the guidance and comfort of the spirit in order to be able to have the strength to accept the will of the Lord for me in my life.  I have had to accept trials and hurts that I did not choose by my actions. These have been trials that were born in me or that were thrust upon me by life and foolish choices of others.  I have had to accept my reality but envision a greater reality to come.  I am still seeking that "better country" and I pray that God will not be ashamed to call himself my God.

The question is, will we keep seeking the light?  Will we continue to learn what the Master has for us, being "willing to submit" like a little child to his father?  Or will our hearts turn dark?

My blessing says that I knew what was going to take place in my life and that I agreed to it.  Wouldn't that be true for all of us?

Blessings my brothers and sisters.  Upward and onward!







Sunday, June 5, 2016

True Friends are Like Gold

The other day I found myself driving in Provo, Utah.  I was looking for a school.  I had been to this school at least a dozen times over the years.  They are a customer of mine. I'm in educational sales and have been for years.  As I was driving, somehow I took a wrong turn and got myself all twisted around.  I turned onto a street that lead me into an apartment complex.  Actually there were a couple of complexes crowded together and soon I came to a dead end.  As I came to the end of the street I realized that this area looked very familiar to me.  Yes, it was next to a railroad track and it was the last apartment at the end of the row.  Suddenly I realized that I was in the same place I started out in with my new wife 26 years ago.  I was looking at the first apartment that we had lived in together and a flood of memories came back of those early years as a newly married couple.  It felt surreal.  This was a place where a  new life and new dreams had begun.  New lessons were being taught to me and I had felt that I was on the brink of a new adventure and the beginning of building a new kingdom that would last forever.  That all changed of course many years later, but it's ok.  I'm ok. Life redirected can be even more beautiful.

Prominent in those memories was another young couple that lived just across from us directly.  You could open our door, walk about 8 feet and be at their door.  They were literally the first young married couple we had met and little by little we became great friends.  The husband became like another brother.  He was just like my own brothers, full of fun, and jokes, and outrageousness.  His wife was pretty, intelligent, compassionate and also easy to tease, which I did often because she was one of those people who knew all kinds of facts that you would never expected she would.  She could give you detailed instructions on how to install an air conditioner for example and she would go ahead and tell you without hesitation.

We spent a good deal of time hanging out with our first friends.  We used to watch the Simpsons with them.  We went to church with them every week.  We shared meals together and we even went on a trip with them to visit his family up in Idaho to go river rafting.  We didn't live a long time as their neighbors, probably less than a year, but it was enough to keep them in our hearts all this time.

Sometimes when you go through a crisis or trauma in life, you find out who your friends truly are. This is true especially when it comes to divorce, but it can be any kind of trauma that you go through. A terrible experience will separate the wheat from the chaff in your life in terms of your friends. Some who you thought were so solid and who you loved, will turn from you in the time of your need. It's sad, but true.  There are others, like my first married friends, who will stick by you forever.  They don't care whether you have money or not, whether you're married or not, whether you're black, white, brown, or yellow.  They accept you for who you are and will stick by you always. They will believe you.  They will validate you.

Those are the kind of friends whose worth is greater than gold.  It is so important to recognize them in our lives.  They don't come around everyday and I believe that our Heavenly Father helps our paths cross at critical times in life so that we can be there for each other and help each other grow.  Some may think that everything in life is random, but I do not.  I think God cares enough about us even to send us friends to help us along on our journeys in this life.  My advice is to accept every good gift. All good things come from God and you can never put a price on true friendship.

Recently, my first married friends were in town and they called me.  They were only going to be around for a short time.  I wanted to see them so I put off the dance I was going attend and the movie I was going to see and went and met them at a local restaurant.  I was well rewarded for my time as we talked, ate onion rings, and laughed and laughed about old memories.  We got all caught up on our current lives and families.  I left feeling uplifted and loved.  You can't put a price on those feelings either and when this life is over, we will still be friends.  Honestly, is there any amount of money that would compensate us for the worth of a true friend?  I think not.

So the moral of this story is this:  True friends are like gold.  Treat them as such. Remember that what you send out in this world comes back to you.  This is true of good friends. This I know.

Upward and onward.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Love Comes Back to You

I recently posted some thoughts in a divorce group I'm in on Facebook.  I felt good about this message and wanted to save and share it.  It is short, but I believe it is very true.  Hope you are doing well out there, wherever you are.  Blessings to you!

I went to my former niece's mission farewell today. I guess to me, she is still my niece. I wasn't sure that I wanted to stay very long. You know, it's not always so pleasant to be hanging out with your ex and her husband at these kinds of events. Can you feel me? But I have to say, that every time I go to these joint family events, I am treated like royalty by all my kids and all my former in-laws and friends. I felt so good that I ended up staying and reminiscing with them for a long time. It was wonderful. Even my 16 year old son noticed and commented on it. He said, "You know Dad, all of mom's sisters still haven't replaced you. They all still love you 'cause you're a good person." I have to say I loved hearing that and feeling that, especially from my son. It reminded me of this scripture in the Book of Mormon.

Alma 41:14
14 Therefore, my son, see that you are merciful unto your brethren; deal justly, judge righteously, and do good continually; and if ye do all these things then shall ye receive your reward; yea, ye shall have mercy restored unto you again; ye shall have justice restored unto you again; ye shall have a righteous judgment restored unto you again; and ye shall have good rewarded unto you again.

15 For that which ye do asend out shall return unto you again, and be restored

I believe this scripture doesn't just pertain to the next life. It pertains to this one. I told my son. "If you treat people right and love them, then it will come back to you later, when you need it." This is a true principle.

Not everything happens immediately in this world. We are not always rewarded quickly for loving others. Offenders don't always have evil restored to them quickly either, but I have lived long enough to see the restoration of good and evil come to folks. It just does.

I am blessed that relationships that I forged over decades reward me in the present. This will accelerate throughout our lives and will culminate on the other side. Never think it is vain to serve God. Those who keep the commandments are the happiest people on this earth and will be also rewarded ten times more in the future.

I know that not everyone's former in-laws are nice or accepting, but love will win out for the righteous in the end. Never weary of loving others. Love is its' own reward. You will see it and feel it in this life. Don't forget.
Just some thoughts to share with you on a Sunday evening. Blessings to you all!

Monday, May 2, 2016

Revelation to Each One of Us

I've been asking some questions of late, questions that keep coming to my mind.  I've been casting them up to Heaven, letting them echo and reverberate back down to me and throughout the universe. The questions are not really new.  I've been asking them for years.  I've gotten little hints of answers here and there.  Little packets of information have been sent to me that seem to sink in more and more as I continue to experience life.  One day all the little packets will add up to a perfect brightness and my understanding will be complete. That's how revelation from God works.  It is scriptural. 

 Isaiah 28:10  For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little:

Even with all the prophets, the pattern is the same.  They are given knowledge in the time they need and as a response to sincere and earnest prayer.  We are no different from them in this regard and we are entitled to revelation from God just as much as anyone else.  The key to revelation is this, we must ask with all sincerity without attempting to hide anything from God.  We can't pretend with him. We cannot trifle with sacred things.  We cannot expect answers from Him on a whim and we must absolutely be willing to listen and act on the knowledge we receive.  If we follow that simple pattern, our knowledge will grow unto a perfect day and we will one day return to live in His presence.

Many times the problem is not with our prayers.  It lies with our willingness to listen and act.  We want God's answers to fit what we want, not necessarily what He wants for us.  That's the difference between a true disciple and one who has not yet made the commitment.  A true disciple is willing to make whatever change in his or her personal life the Lord wants.  They will take a different job, give up an ingrained habit, move to another place, talk to people they have never met, suffer rejection by others, suffer illness, give up former friends, former lifestyles, join a misunderstood church.  The list goes on and can be unique to each individual.  Why would a person be willing to do such difficult things?  It is simply because they see something beautiful that is not of this world and they desire it more than anything else.

Hebrews 11: 16  But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.

As my imperfect path of discipleship has continued over the course of my life, I have worried at times that my mission on this earth has been interrupted or that my promised blessings would not come to pass, especially because of my divorce.   Divorce is not God's way.  It is not His plan for His children. Unfortunately a divorce was inevitable for me.  There was no way to stop it.   I fought it for a long time and would not give up trying to save my marriage despite all.

Finally after I had done everything and had laid it all upon the altar before God in my prayers, I heard the thought come into my mind, "It's time for you to let go and follow My plan now, son."  I heard the message clearly and it felt right in my mind and in my heart.  That's when I was finally able to let go.  There was another path for me and it had all been planned out.  

As I have had time to reflect, I have come to believe and know that my path has all been foreknown by God.  My divorce was previously known and planned for.  It was not allowed to happen in order to stop my progress and my promised blessings from coming to me. There has been no detour from my life mission and path.  My unexpected trials have been part of my plan and I believe, an essential one.  I never left my walk with God though I have walked imperfectly.  It's still my plan.  It's still my path.  I'm still moving in the right direction.  That growing understanding has meant the world to me.

I feel much more at peace now as time has passed and God has opened up little by little a greater view of my past, present, and future.  I have come to this knowledge not through a vision or dream but by small packets of inspiration that have come to me over time as I have striven to follow the path of discipleship.

He will do that for all of us if we learn to see with our spiritual eyes and hear with our spiritual ears, and let our hearts be softened instead of hardened in our trials.

This I believe and I hope you do too.

Upward and onward my brothers and sisters.