• Abide

    It’s Easter weekend. I feel it settling upon me. The peace and comfort that attends a testimony of Jesus Christ.

    It Is Spring

    It is Spring And all around the world people are celebrating, each in their own way.  Lent is almost over.  Passover

    #BecauseofHim

    Hello again :). Emily and I were both out of town for Spring Break–which translated into a Blog Break too. We

    I Commit

    Yesterday we went on a six mile walk. My ten-year-old niece, Savvy, asked if she could come.  She wasn’t sure if

Abide

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It’s Easter weekend.

I feel it settling upon me.

The peace and comfort that attends a testimony of Jesus Christ.

That He was born.
That He lives.
That He will come again.

That belief settles my heart.  It makes me whole.  It guides my life.

Sometimes I find myself walking the road to Emmaus. Perhaps you have walked that road.  It’s a road filled with questions.  With heaviness.  With uncertainty.

Remember how the disciples thought they walked with a stranger?

With a man who had no idea about the circumstance they were in, the heaviness in their hearts, the uncertainty that lie ahead…

He drew near and walked that road…step by step…moment by moment..with them… and He expounded to them the scriptures.

“And they drew nigh unto the village, wither they went: and he made as though he would have gone further.  But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.  And he went in to tarry with them.”  Luke 24:28-29

I know how it is to feel far spent.

I know those long evenings, the ones when you wonder if the morning will ever come.

What has gotten me through those dark nights every time are the moments I have turned to Christ, recognized Him there, and plead with Him to abide with me.

Perhaps it is the memory of those moments on my own road to Emmaus that draw my heart to hum this song every time Easter draws near.

This is my favorite Easter song.

It is the wish of my heart this Easter, and every Easter.

Abide with me, fast falls the even tide.
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

 

L~ F~:~
~M

It Is Spring

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It is Spring

And all around the world people are celebrating, each in their own way.  Lent is almost over.  Passover has begun.  Palm Sunday is behind us.  Each, in their own individual way, prepares their heart for the season.

It is Spring

And the blossoms have burst their winter cocoon, the daffodils have broken through the dark soil, and the Earth is new again.

It is Spring

And in the midst of darkness and despair and suffering, hope returns.

It had been four days.
Four dark days.  Of weeping.  Of wondering.  Of asking why.
“If thou hadst been here…”
“If thou hadst been here…”
And Jesus wept.  “If thou wouldest believe…” He plead with them, “thou shouldest see…”

Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid.  And Jesus prayed, and the Father heard. And Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth.” (John 11)

Come forth from the darkness.
Come forth from the mourning, the sorrow, the anguish.
Let the celebration begin…for hope has returned.

In those days Holy Week began with a reminder that hope can spring forth out of dark places.

Every Spring it is the same.

Still, He sends us His visual reminder.  “If thou wouldest believe…thou shouldest see.”

Every year when Holy Week begins, from very dark places, come blossoms, and daffodils, and tulips.

A reminder.

Of life after death.  Of hope after despair.  Of Grace bursting forth from the darkness.

Oh, may our eyes be open to see the Hope that is before us.

#becauseofhim

 

 

 

L~ F~:~
~M

#BecauseofHim

Hello again :).

Emily and I were both out of town for Spring Break–which translated into a Blog Break too.

We missed you.

And now we are back.

This week we will be diverting a little from our pattern to celebrate Easter.

The holiness of the day demands it.

Recently, we were talking with a friend about her traditions and worship services surrounding this coming Sunday.

In our conversation, she referred to Easter as a “high holiday.”

I have been so intrigued by this title.

Immediately I wanted Easter to become a high holiday in my life and in my home.

Our Jewish friends have special days each year which they refer to as “High Holidays” or “High Holy Days.”  In Hebrew it is  officially, “Yamim Noraim,” which means–are you ready???– “Days of Awe.”

Do you love that?

Don’t you want to have days of awe too?

Don’t you want this Easter Sabbath to be a Day of Awe–a high holy day.

A day where you are left wondering–in awe–why Someone would descend from a royal throne to rescue a soul like mine.

A day spent in awe of the incredible reality of a sinless life.

A uniquely sensitive, sinless soul sacrificed for sin.

To ransom.

To rescue.

To plunge into the darkest corners of hell to set us free.

Willingly.

Because of love.

And because of that love, the world actually has a chance.

I hope you have seen this campaign being spread this week.  We invite you to take a look and consider who might need this message.

Who are you because of that love?

Because of Him?

 

L~ F~:~
~M

I Commit

Yesterday we went on a six mile walk.

My ten-year-old niece, Savvy, asked if she could come.  She wasn’t sure if she could make it.  Six miles.  I told her it was all downhill.  So she came, along with my daughter Grace, my mom, and another niece, Ella.

We talked about a lot of things. ..including our favorite quotes from General Conference.

While we were talking about gospel stuff Savvy, who is nine, asked “how does the judgement work?  Will Heavenly Father just look at You for a second and say ‘nope, sorry, you didn’t make it’?”

My mom and I both answered “NO!”

So we talked about that for a minute.

I told her one of my favorite people (Brad Wilcox) told me he thought the judgement would be a lot different than we imagine.  He explains that the Savior will be there.  He will grab our hands and beg us to come into Heaven, to live with Him forever, to accept all that He has to offer, and that it will ultimately be our choice if we want to choose Jesus…the same way it is our choice here on Earth.

Savvy looked at me and said, “that’s it? Well that’s easy.”  She walked away totally content.

My mom and I laughed.  Oh, that it were really that easy to choose Jesus every day.

It was the last half mile of the six miles when everyone wanted to give up.  “Call for a rescue vehicle!  My feet hurt!  You are taking us the wrong way!  I think we are lost!”

I kept explaining that we weren’t lost, and that, in fact, we were almost to our destination, which was a really fun lunch, trust me.

It was at that moment that we came upon a gate unlike any gate I had seen before.

It had locks all over it.  The locks symbolized commitment…an anniversary.  An engagement.   Years of marriage.  But a lock could also symbolize a personal victory or a future victory. I fell in LOVE with that idea.  I told the girls if they finished the six mile walk I would buy a lock for each of them to put on the fence.

As we finished walking to the little cafe I thought about personal victories and future victories.  It didn’t take long before I remembered my conversation with Savvy at the beginning of the walk.  To choose Jesus.

A future victory.

One that we could work on every day.

When lunch was over we went back to the gate with a tiny gold lock for each of us.

We celebrated the fact that we had walked six miles.  A personal victory.  A reminder that we could do hard things every day.

Then we talked about a future victory. To choose Jesus.  Every day.  For the rest of our lives.

We committed that we would.

“Be strong. Live the gospel faithfully even if others around you don’t live it at all. Defend your beliefs with courtesy and with compassion, but defend them.” Jeffery R. Holland

I don’t know who started that tradition of putting those locks on that beautiful gate.  But for whoever it was I am extremely grateful.

Because years from now if any of those three darling girls doubt their belief in that which is most important I will drive them to St. George and take them back to the gate.  We will reach our hands up to the left side of the gate and touch those six gold locks, and I will remind them at one time they knew what was most important.

Choose Jesus.

Even when it is hard.

Every single day.

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My Favorite Quote

It has taken three days.

i have poured over notes.

i have sought inspiration from the Spirit on the journey my heart needs to take for the next six months.

as I have carefully read through the quotes I wrote several stood out…illuminated…and I have noticed that there was a theme from Conference that stood out to me.

Perhaps the same thing happened for you.

I wonder if we each hear a different theme according to the place where we stand on our journey.

I think that must be true.  Because the Spirit speaks to each of us individually.  And what your soul needs right now might be different from what my soul needs.  And that is the sheer beauty about how the Spirit works…weaving together the words that I needs and the words that you need so that each of our hearts are lifted…encouraged…motivated.

This year the theme from Conference that captured my heart was the message of love.  of acceptance.  Of reaching out and embracing all of God’s children.

There were several quotes that mentioned this cause.

But my favorite came from Elder Holland…

“take heart.  Pure Christlike love flowing from true righteousness can change the world.”

take heart

because it will take your heart.

All of it.

So my quest is to begin to understand this pure Christlike love.  To pray for it.  To practice it.

AND To understand what it means to have true righteousness. To live in true righteousness.

Both sound like a condition of the heart.

so that is my goal for the next six months.

Take heart.

everywhere I go.  And in everything I do.

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