Why I need a man

There is a teacher at Institute that bugs me. He teaches Marriage Prep and the few times I've gone to his class I leave frustrated with how he teaches and some of the things that he said. I'm just not a fan. In a couple classes he said that women no longer need men. The first time he said that, I immediately got out a piece of paper and wrote down as many things that I could think of that I need a man for. I had a pretty good list going by the time class was done.

A few weeks ago I ended up in his class on accident. We were talking about myths/misconceptions that persist around marriage. It was interesting and a good thing to talk about, but yet again he said that women don't need men. I take offense when he says that. It bugs me like no other. Mostly because he always couples it with women can provide for themselves, therefore men are irrelevant. I know of no man that is irrelevant in my life.

I will admit that he is right, to some degree. I don't need a man to bring home the bacon. But that doesn't mean I don't want one to do just that. It would be wonderful to not have that burden on my shoulders anymore. I simply want to be a stay at home mom - that burden I will gladly and willingly accept.

What bothers me the most about it is that I look at my life and I can see just where a man should be. The last year of my life was hell. I moved to Provo to watch my sister’s 5 kids while she dealt with her husband having a terminal brain tumor. The one thing I desperately needed this year was a man. Someone to be there to hold me in the night when I could no longer ignore reality. Someone to give me a reason to fight to live happily. Someone to show me the good things of life again. I wanted and needed a man, but I didn’t get that desire. Instead I fought to stay positive on my own, strived to see the joy in life alone, and cried many tears to my pillow, instead of to my comfort and support. I might not need a man to provide money for me, but I do need him to provide so much more than that.

A few thoughts from the week

Mom and Dad came to visit at the beginning of the month. While they were here, Dad and I were able to have a really good conversation. It got me to thinking about what I could be doing better to help get out of this funk that I've been in. As I've been working on that a few things have stood out to me that I wanted to share.

First, I was reading a post on Normons again (I've decided that I really like that blog. It's deep and funny all at the same time. Love it!). This one was about Mothers and the Fall. The author was explaining what we believe about the Fall and she made a pretty powerful observation about part of our doctrine. She said "we believe there is purpose in suffering." I've heard countless times how there is opposition in all things/there is no joy without sorrow, but to have it put into such a relatable sentence made me stop and really think about the law of opposition.

Our sorrows and suffering aren't just there for us to have a good story to tell on the other side. We go through pain and anguish for a reason much more meaningful than that. Sometimes we have to deal with things that are far more than anyone should have to go through. But as we face these trials and heartaches, if we teach ourselves to turn to the Lord and ask for His help, we learn that maybe, just maybe, we can actually handle it. And as we learn that, the next time something comes along to throw us for a loop it takes less time for us to get back on track. Basically, we're teaching ourselves to allow the Atonement to work in our lives.

Second thing I wanted to share: I was reading in Daughters of My Kingdom for a Stake Relief Society meeting I have on Sunday. They asked us to read Chapter 8 which is about the priesthood in our lives. There was a quote in there by Elder John A. Widtsoe. He said "Men have no greater claim than women upon the blessings that issue from the Priesthood and accompany its possession." As I read that I came up with a great analogy. It's like really good bread. Only a few people know how to make it, but we can all eat its deliciousness. :)

As a parting thought: this past Sunday, the teacher asked us to write down our testimony of the Book of Mormon. I thought I'd share it with you because I don't often share my testimony and I should. So here goes nothing :)

I know that the Book of Mormon is true. Reading it brings peace and joy into my life. Living the gospel is what truly helps me to manage the tough times in my life. I made it through the past year. Even though it was ridiculously hard and I wanted to quit everything, I made it through because of my belief and trust in God. I still have my testimony and my relationship with my Savior. Both may have changed a little (or a lot), but they are still there and still strong. I'm so grateful for the Atonement. That I can turn to Christ to help heal me spiritually, mentally, and physically. There may be a lot of things that I don't know or don't understand, but here is a list of things that I do know and understand:

-I know that Christ lives.
-I know that the Atonement is far more important than I have ever imagined.
-I know that despite everything they do to make me mad or upset, I love my family.
-I know that my faith in Christ is what helps me to deal with all the trials in my life.
-I know that families are forever and I can't wait to see how many of us there are in the eternities.
-I know that trying to make it through this life alone is the hardest, most difficult, most stupid thing that you can do.
-I know that having others around you who are willing to listen and guide you through the tough times is priceless.
-I know that I love to sing, sometimes I don't hit the right notes, but after singing (especially songs of Christ) I am happy and at peace.
-I know that my parents love me so much more than I will understand at this point in my life.
-I know that my faith is strong. I would not still be active in the Church if it wasn't.
-I know that my relationship with Christ has changed, BUT I still have one with Him. I still rely on Him for many, many things.

Change

It's been a while since I updated this thing. A lot has happened and changed since then. Mostly though, I can't help but focus on how much I have changed. For better or worse, I am almost a completely different person than I was a year ago. I experience things in a way that I never thought I would. The way I relate to the most basic parts of me, my life, and my religion has shifted. Which, can I just say, has thrown me for quite the loop these past couple months.

Never before I have questioned who I am, I've always felt secure in me as a person - even during those awkward high school years, I was by no means outgoing or confident in my people skills, but I knew I was important in my own way and I liked the person I was. Finding myself wasn't something that I had to do, I was just me.

My religion has been a grounding place for me my whole life. When I was lost, confused, sad, or lonely I could turn to it and find peace. Finding that needed calm was never hard - it seemed to fall into my lap as though someone had just tossed it casually my way.

When I was in high school (or was it middle school..I can't remember exactly when) our then Stake President shared a letter he received from one of his daughters. In the letter his daughter spoke of the rough time she had had over her mother's passing. The daughter described the heartache and pain, but also the healing and comfort she found through Christ. She referenced a scripture in Philippians 4, it's verse 11 and says

"Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content." 

This woman had been through one of the toughest trials in life at a young age and yet could come away from it with the courage to say, "yes, this shitty thing happened. But I will not let it define the rest of my life. I choose to be happy despite it all." I was in awe of her strength and faith. Since then I have kept that scripture in mind, I've basically made it my motto. Even when I didn't necessarily enjoy the path my life took, I would find the things to be happy about and focus on them instead.

Today I was reading a blog post at Normons.com (this is a website that a boy I grew up with started with some friends to try and explain how freakishly normal they are, even though they're Mormons.). This post was about Easter. The author, Brad, told a story about how he had gone to see the "Sacred Gifts" exhibit at BYU - they have awe-inspiring paintings by Carl Bloch, Heinrich Hofmann, and Frans Schwartz depicting Christ. Brad's favorite picture was The Mocking of Christ by Frans Schwartz. As he stood there staring at the painting, his mother came up behind him and said that she didn't like the painting because "Christ looked too angry". It took Brad by surprise that she would feel that way, he didn't understand how she could think that. Then he said something that was so deeply profound that I had to stop and think about it for a few minutes before continuing to read the post.

"My mom and I both needed something different from Christ. We each encountered Jesus differently.  And that is okay — in the end, He is Savior to us both.  And  because he suffered for each of our sins and experienced our doubts, fears, and frustrations, he knows us perfectly, too.  This allows him to come to us and speak to us as we need to be spoken to."

Reading that brought home something that I have been struggling with for a while. I saw myself as I was a year ago, relating to Christ as Brad's mom does - He's the kind, smiling, loving figure in the picture of Him I love the most. Then I saw myself as I am now, not sure how I relate to Him, not sure how I go about figuring out what I need from Him. That is when I realized that how I relate to Christ has changed because I have changed. And because I have changed, who I need Christ to be has changed also. I have more baggage now, more sorrows to weigh me down, more rocks in my backpack waiting for Him to come remove them. The Christ I need in my life has become something different, it's up to me to find out just who I need Him to be.

Labor Party!

Rachel is off having a baby, so naturally Nate and I had the following conversation about going to visit:

Is there a new baby yet??

Nathan

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Not that I know of, but they went in at 6:30 this morning, so it should be here soon!

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Who's watching the kids?

Nathan

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They're at the in-laws for the weekend

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Nice. Are they at the provo hospital?

Nathan

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41 mins

I think so.. I doubt they would have gone anywhere else

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Are you going to go later? I have some time to waste in Provo before my mission reunion

Nathan

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40 mins

I was thinking I would when the baby comes. I don't know how much company Rach wants while in labor.. My plan right now is moving my boxes into the shed so I can turn on my heater. You could come help with that if you want 😃

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It's a labor party!

The work kind of labor, not the Rachel kind of labor

Nathan

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37 mins

Haha! I was wondering which one you meant..

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Or we could throw Rachel a labor party!

Nathan

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What would we do for a game? See who can guess closest to how many minutes till the next contraction? 

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We could do breathing games

Nathan

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Even better!

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Or who can guess how far the baby will shoot out!

Eww. Nevermind

gross.

Nathan

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33 mins

Hahahahahaha! I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe!

I'm gonna lose the game!

32 mins

Yeah, let's do the other kind of labor party

Nathan

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32 mins

Alright, sounds like a plan! 

P.S. I still can't breathe from laughing..

Can I put this on facebook?

30 mins

If you must

But that means I'll have to think about this conversation again when I see it on facebook

Nathan

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29 mins

Yes, yes you would...

29 mins

Deal.

Nathan

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Man, I love my family!

My new calling

Monday, July 8, 2013

I've been in my ward for 3 weeks and yesterday I was asked to be the Relief Society President. I'm still kind of in shock over the whole thing. (Even though I knew it was coming. I've almost always known when a big calling is coming and what it is. The Spirit prepares me beforehand so I can calmly say "yes"- He's nice like that.) So here I am, literally the new girl on the block, getting asked to take control of this flock that I don't know.

I don't even know where to start looking for girls to be a part of my presidency. Bishop suggested a few names, but it's up to me to figure out if they'll work or if I need to look elsewhere....

I've spent some time pondering on names and I think I've figured out my presidency. I still want to wait a little longer - hopefully find time to go to the temple - before submitting them to Bishop. But I'm feeling good about them, I can even remember who I've chosen! (Last time I was RS President I had to find a new secretary and several times I chose a name, and several times I could not remember who it was hours later. Finally I asked if I could chose anyone, even if they had a calling. Once I got permission, one girl's name came to me, and never left. That's when I knew I had found my secretary. I'm relying on that experience to guide me in this new one, especially since I have no idea who any of these girls are..)


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Today I went to the temple. As I was driving to American Fork (the Provo Temple is closed for the next few weeks), I kept thinking that I didn't really need to go because I was certain the names I had chosen were the right ones. But I went anyways - I figured, why turn down the blessings?

The session was so full that a row and a half of women had to sit in the back of the men's section of the room. Despite being on the wrong side, it was a good session. I felt at peace and really happy throughout it. While sitting in the Celestial room afterwards, it was confirmed to me again that the girls I had chosen to be in my presidency were right and that I needed to call Bishop as soon as possible.

I'm starting to get really excited about this next adventure. I'm ready to tackle it and see what comes of all this craziness.


Sunday, July 14, 2013

It's official, I'm SPKAG again (Sister President Katie Ann Gardner, it's what a few close friends of mine called me last time I was RS President). It was a surreal experience. During the opening hymn, I was freaking out a little bit. Then when Bishop stood up to release the old president and sustain me, I was suddenly calm and happy. (Funny side note, someone next to me gasped when they called me as president. I was sitting next to a friend and the president I replaced, I don't know which one gasped, but one of them did. It made me smile) The old president, my co-president (we have 2 RS presidencies in the ward) and I had a quick meeting after Sacrament to transfer the binder over to me and catch me up on a few things - I got to conduct RS today, so I needed some info. RS went well, I was my usual crazy self and had fun.

I think that I'll enjoy this calling and this ward. It was surprising to me how many people came up to me and expressed their congratulations. People I had never even seen before came over to me to introduce themselves and chat over my calling. I think what surprised me the most was how many men knew who I was today, at least 4 specifically congratulated me and told me they were excited for me. I don't remember very many people in Cedar commenting on me being RS president last time.

To top an exciting day off, the bishop wants my presidency to speak next Sunday. So in addition to everything else that I need to do to get organized, I now have to write a talk on pioneers. Wish me luck!

The zoo and other adventures

Since Rachel is getting all caught up on her blog, I figured it was time that I did the same. 

When Mom and Dad were still here after helping me move up, we (Rach, Mark, and fam, Mom, Dad, Doug, and me) went to the Hogle Zoo in SLC. It was a fun time - even though it was forever long and hot!

Me with an elephant

Shelly and Emily with a giraffe

Now there's two!

There was this humongous hill that almost killed those of us pushing Mark up it. Shelly came to our rescue.

A few Sunday's ago, I came upstairs and found this cute sight:

One of the first few days with just the kids and me hanging out at home produced an unexpected result. Emily is going through the annoying phase of not eating anything except milk - even if it's one of her favorite foods - and I was trying to get her to eat something so she wouldn't be grumpy. I told her to sit at the table until she had eaten two bites. I went to go check on her after doing some dishes and this is what I found:

Apparently she was more tired than hungry. 

Twenty minutes later she woke up crying "ouch" because her arms had fallen asleep...silly kid!

Here are some random pictures I've snapped with my phone:

Time to play with the water!

This is a rare sight, Jason reading to everyone. Usually it's Shelly that's reading.

Annie showing me a "rollie pollie" or as I call them, rocks/bird poo/seeds

Coloring time with Aunt Katie

They all needed their own table and set of crayons, mostly because I have the supplies to make it work :) Each kid gets to put up 4 pictures on my wall, Shelly likes to rotate her pictures almost every day. Often in the mornings while I'm getting dressed, one of them will knock on my door to ask if they can come color. I made a "Kid Dance Music" playlist that we listen to while hanging out. It's my favorite when they actually dance to the music, it's awesome!

Provo House apartment with a splash of me!

It took a while, but I've finally got the apartment looking like someone actually lives here!! I still have plans to get new curtains (Mom gave me permission to toss the old ones that Grammie put up), but that will involve a lot more work than I've had time for. I need a new curtain rod - since I can't find any curtains that can span the whole 110 inches of the current one and the window is only 94 inches, much more doable - and I need to decide if I want curtains that are complete floor to ceiling with a cute pattern or go with the boring one shade that doesn't dominate the wall. Or I could get the cute pattern and hem it...see what I mean about it being too much work at the moment? :) 

Now I shall stop my ramblings and commence with the picture showing!

I moved the cupboard thingy that's next to my bookcase out of the closet to give me more space in there. 

My awesome bed 

The view looking at the bedroom from the front room 

Angle 1 of the front room - those carseats need to go into my car... 

Angle 2 

The kids love to come and color in my room, and they all "need" their own tables, so I have three that line the wall under the window. As a side note, it took almost an hour to wash that window. It was seriously gross and in need of a washing!

The bathroom. 

Don't you just love my shower curtain!?! And I brought an over-the-toilet storage thing that you can just barely see in the picture. It's been a nice addition to that small room. 

The closet 

So there you go! Now you've seen the apartment under my care :)