Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The End 2.0



Not that I'm counting...but I'm graduating from BYU-Idaho with an Associate's Degree in Nursing in 2 days and 14 hours. Or so.

I seriously don't know what to think about this development. I feel like I've been in school for an eternity, even though it's only been 6 semesters. It's been a jam-packed college career that came with so many blessings, trials, fun and crazy experiences, and countless people that were essential to the experience.

The next adventure I'm planning in my life is moving to Utah, getting my license, and starting a job as a nurse in some lucky hospital! I'm in the process of applying and interviewing but nothing's set in stone yet. Fingers crossed and lots of prayers that I can find a place that's right for me! 

It's been really hard to come to grips with the fact that I'm leaving so many amazing friends here in Rexburg but I think that I'm supposed to be in Utah so I'm just going on faith at this point. To all those who supported me in one way or another--studying with me, encouraging me, loving me, listening, giving me hugs, eating pizza with me, going on adventures, and teaching me life lessons--Thank you. Without you, I would not be the woman I am! 

Here's to new horizons.

                                           


Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Least Of These



It's Friday night. Instead of going out with friends or watching a movie, I went to the hospital for a night shift. At 2am, I'm starting to drag. Someone hits the call light--the patient had an accident. That makes it his 3rd of the night. 4 nurses go to the room to assist in changing the sheets while the patient lies essentially immobile in bed. Everyone's crossing their fingers that this will be his last accident the shift but we all know it will likely happen at least once more before we all go home. 

It's the following Friday--9:15pm. A recently bed-bound patient wants to take a shower for the first time in a month. He's been limited by the fact that he has 2 broken legs. My nurse, a CNA, and I all do our best to move him to a wheelchair and then to the shower, trying to squeeze around narrow spaces between the bed, the bathroom, and the wheelchair without falling, hurting his leg, or knocking over his wound vac. When we've finally got him to the shower chair, his affected foot is red and swollen from the change in position, there's towels on the floor, and we're all panting.

Saturday night, my shift started less than an hour  ago. I come into the room and a patient is holding her feeding tube, having just pulled out several inches of it out of her nose. She's confused and asking for scissors to cut it off. We slowly push the tube back into her nose and turn off the feeding. We'll have to get the placement checked by radiology in the morning.

All of these situations are 1) not uncommon and 2) easy times to ask myself: "What was I thinking, getting into nursing?"

Although the things I experience are not usually glamorous or fun, I wouldn't trade them.

The first patient thanked all of the nurses every time we came in to change him--embarrassed, but also happy we were helping him.

The second, although both of his legs were in severe pain for the next 12 hours, was smiling when he got in and out of the shower and said "It was worth the pain. That was the best shower in the world."

The third: I was in the room later that night, sitting and holding her hand as she told me about her children and saying "They are so full of love." For some reason, it touched me deeply and I choked back tears, glad for the darkness of the room.
  
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In Matthew 25, Jesus told his disciples that they had given him drink, clothing, food, and taken him in. When they questioned him on this claim, he told them: "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."

I have the opportunity to take care of helpless, sick, and weakened people. While it comes with much work, what some call "disgusting" tasks, and truly endless charting, it is humbling. My patients have provided me with wise advice, many laughs, and the blessing of experiencing something amazing as I give aid to an individual who is truly incapacitated, who could not help themselves.

As I near the end of my schooling, I feel overwhelmed at the fact that I'm almost done but also that I've accomplished what I have. I feel scared and intimidated to be a real nurse and take responsibility for the lives of people. I pray that God will be with me as I take care of his wonderful children. Thanks to all of you who believed in me, encouraged me, and prayed for me. Special thanks goes to my mother, who identified the nurse in me, and to the Savior, for being the perfect example of a loving caregiver.





Sunday, July 12, 2015

He's Crazy About You

                                                      




There is one message that comes from many sources--our parents, our teachers, our friends,  our church leaders, the media, inspirational speakers, and probably in some form, the scriptures. That message is this: you have worth, you are special, you are worthy of good treatment, you don't need other's approval to help you know that you are a good person.

Even though that message has been delivered to me more times than I can count, sometimes I still find it difficult to internalize. I have days when I feel worthless, ordinary, and unliked. Maybe it's a lack of faith or incorrect priorities...but it's something I deal with more often than I'd like to admit.

There is a book my mom used to read to me called "You Are Special" by Max Lucado. I heard the story many times as a child but the meaning didn't really hit me until today around 12:20pm in Relief Society.

In this story, there are people called Wemmicks. The Wemmicks had a practice of putting stickers on each other--grey dots for people who were ugly, clumsy, unpopular, or any other reason the people wanted. Gold stars were for people who were beautiful, funny, talented, or well-liked. One of the Wemmicks was named Punchinello--he was not beautiful, talented, or popular. He was covered with grey dots because the other Wemmicks did not like anything about him. 


One day, Punchinello met a Wemmick named Lucia who did not have any stars or dots on her. He asked her the secret and she told him he needed to go talk to the woodcarver--the one who made all the Wemmicks.

Punchinello went and saw the Woodcarver, Eli. When he met Eli, Punchinello was scared and intimidated--he thought that because of all his grey dots that Eli would be angry at him. However, when Punchinello asked Eli, "How could I matter to you?"
Eli replied: "Because Punchinello... you are mine. That's why you matter to me....The stickers only stick if you let them."

As Punchinello left Eli's cottage that night, one of the Wemmick's grey dots loosened and fell off of Punchinello.


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The message of this story is simple but very important. 

Of course, God is our "Woodcarver." The stickers are the opinions and labels of people around us. We are all assigned these stickers by people around us--but do we let them stick? 

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The more you believe in someone, the more their opinion will stick to you--who do you believe in?

The person who probably thinks more of you than any other person is the one who designed you--he gave you the body you might be hating right now, he knows your weaknesses, how impatient you are, the last stupid thought you had--and he still loves you more than anyone else. He would never label you cruelly or tell you that you are ugly, clumsy, or no fun.




Go have a talk with the Carpenter. It might help a few of your stickers come off.

Monday, February 16, 2015

How to Start Your Own Organization

26 years ago today, a 22 year old boy and a 21 year old girl did something that would change their lives forever--mortally and eternally. In the Salt Lake Temple, they made covenants to each other and God and were sealed in marriage for time and all eternity. They were just a couple of kids--and they had a couple of kids. And by a couple, I mean ten; me being one of them.

I’m so grateful my parents made the decision to get married all those years ago. I’m grateful for this gospel that we have and the truths that we recognize as a church about what it means to be married. However, I think that, as single adults, sometimes it's easy to forget about what marriage really is, why it’s so important, and the way we really should be preparing for marriage.

What is marriage?

The Family: a Proclamation to the World defines marriage as the lawful union of man and woman in holy matrimony. But there is so much more to marriage than the ceremony and the vows that we say.

Marriage is often called an institution. Some synonyms for the word institution are “organization” or “society.” When two people get married, it’s not just them deciding to have the same bank account. Together, they’re creating their own two person organization that they will build up and add on to as the years go by. Children, mortgages, careers, memories, finances, health problems--they’re all burdens and experiences that a couple will go through together. It’s you and your spouse against the world--a unit, a team. Married couples are even supposed to leave behind their old family in favor of their spouse, like we read in the book of Genesis: “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.” They need to have complete loyalty to each other and be willing to do what Ruth was: “Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die”

By making the decision to become one unit, a man and woman need to realize that their new unit--the institution of their marriage--is the “the one” for which they should be looking out. This is a difficult concept to grasp and apply, especially for young couples. Looking at my own life, I know that I mostly think about me...all of the time (college is kind of an inherently selfish period of life). My homework, my next meal, my schedule, my money...When I become someone’s wife, I will need to think about my husband and more importantly, our relationship.

I love the analogy of the precious silverware drawn by Elder F. Burton Howard in a conference talk several years ago. He tells of his wife’s desire to own a fine set of silver forks, spoons, and knives. She saved up her money in the early years of the marriage and bought a small set of expensive silverware. Over the years, Sister Howard took immaculate care of that silverware. She cleaned it, polished it, and only took it out when she felt the occasion was special enough to merit the use of her prized possession. Elder Howard did not understand for a long time why his wife took so much time and effort taking care of a few nice forks and spoons. Eventually, however, he gained a new perspective:

“One day I realized that my wife had known for a long time something that I was just beginning to understand. If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently. You shield it and protect it. You never abuse it. You don’t expose it to the elements. You don’t make it common or ordinary. If it ever becomes tarnished, you lovingly polish it until it gleams like new. It becomes special because you have made it so, and it grows more beautiful and precious as time goes by.”

Marriage is more than just a legal contract. It’s more than a bride, groom, some flowers, and a cake. More than a ceremony, a couple of people living together and sharing a bathroom. It’s more than having kids, raising a family, arguing over finances, and crying together. It’s a wonderful blessing and your doorway to an eternity with the love of your life. I hope we all treat it that way.

Why do we get married?

I think that at college age, we sometimes want to get married due to the draw of companionship, the desire of leaving single’s wards and living in student housing...getting out of the dating game...sounds nice, right? Not that those things won’t be awesome, there actually is a higher purpose to marriage than avoiding weekly clean checks.

The first and foremost reason to get married is because it’s the only way we can gain access to the highest degree of celestial glory. To quote D&C 131:1-4:
“In the celestial glory there are three heavens or degrees; And in order to obtain the highest, a man must enter into this order of the priesthood [meaning the new and everlasting covenant of marriage]; And if he does not, he cannot obtain it. He may enter into the other, but that is the end of his kingdom; he cannot have an increase.”
The way I have always interpreted this verse is that the word “increase” denotes eternal progression--the capacity to have spirit children, like Heavenly Father can. We cannot have complete eternal progression unless we can grow our eternal family, just like we do here on earth, which brings up the second purpose of marriage.
Marriage is the organization in which the creation of children is sanctioned by our Heavenly Father. The design of the family--father, mother, children--is so important to him and the plan of happiness that he ranks sexual sin as one of the three worst sins of all time. Sexual intimacy only belongs in a marriage between a man and woman lawfully wedded as husband and wife. I believe this is so because of how much Heavenly Father values the family and how much he wants all of his children (as many as possible, at least) to be raised in a family that is modeled after the eternal unit of family. When people start messing around outside of a married relationship, the potential for a child to be raised in a single-parent home increases greatly. The Proclamation reads: “Children are entitled to birth within the bonds of matrimony, and to be reared by a father and a mother who honor marital vows with complete fidelity.” Everyone on this earth that was blessed with the capacity to create life, a truly divine ability, owes something to the almighty being that granted them this germ of godhood. We can show our gratitude and respect for that divine power by invoking it in a marriage like he has asked to, and bringing His spirit children into the safest, most loving, and optimal circumstances.
How do I prepare for marriage?

In devotional last week, the students of BYU-Idaho got an earful about dating, tactics for approaching people, and the importance of a good wingman. That’s only one part of trying to get ready for marriage/find someone to marry. There are aspects of your life that are much more important than your flirting habits.

I’m going to use physical health as a metaphor for marriage preparation:
Imagine you’re not very fit at all. You get winded when you walk up the stairs, you can hardly lift your back pack--you’re out of shape all the way around. You don’t want a trainer, however, you just want someone to work out with you. People who have been working out daily for years will most likely not make a great partner, because you will get tired much more quickly than they will. They’ll feel like they’re dragging you behind them the whole workout. You’ll get resentful of their attitude and they will become tired with your lack of energy. The workout partnership will likely not last long.

Imagine that you’re very healthy--you’ve run a few 5Ks, you eat well, workout around 4-5 times a week. Now, if you find a workout partner that’s fit, right around your level, maybe slightly ahead or behind, you guys can push each other continually, teach each other new techniques, spot while they’re benching--you’re working together to improve your health and neither one of you is being dragged or doing any dragging.

I feel that this is the most important principle to remember when thinking about looking for a spouse. Don’t make a list of good qualities that you’re looking for that you’re not working on yourself. If someone that fits the bill comes along and you’ve been sitting on your behind, thinking “someday my prince will come”, getting nowhere in life, learning nothing, and not trying to improve, that prince is not going to want to take you anywhere with him. You’ll be dead weight.

The answer to marriage preparation? Be the person you want to marry! Become who you want to be (and marry) by being who you want to become every day.

Don’t focus on how few people like you, how you’re not as pretty, funny, interesting, thin or smart as the next door neighbor--focus instead on how to improve yourself and become more like Christ. Because whether or not you get married soon or even ever, becoming more like Christ can only be a positive thing in your eternal progression.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Unadulterated Chivalry




DISCLAIMER: This post is NOT me complaining about all guys being insincere and ungentlemanly and saying "Oh em gee, chivalry is dead, guys are all tools, no wonder they're all single." NO.  And I'm sure there's a million female things that are analogous to this story. This is just me noticing one polite guy and exploring my thoughts on the matter of chivalry.

Last night, I was hanging out at a friend's apartment across campus. Curfew was imminent and one of the guys there offered me a ride home. Not excited to walk home in the Rexburg wind, I said yes, please. When we got to his car, he opened my door for me to get in.

                                        

I'd just met this guy a few hours before--we weren't on the way home from a date, he wasn't trying to impress me or woo me or anything like it. That's exactly why he impressed me. It was a tiny thing, really--he probably didn't think twice about it. But I noticed it, and this is my reason:

There are a lot of people who expect doors to be opened, bags to be carried, and seats to be given up for a lady--and plenty of guys do so. However, there are a lot of guys who only seem to remember to be a gentleman when they're on a date or impressing a girl they like. It's very natural and normal for someone to put their best foot forward and try to make a good impression. 

Personally, I feel that people are the most impressive when they do something good/considerate if they do it with no motivation besides simple kindness.

Men, women can open their own door, carry their own bag, stand up instead of taking a sacrificed seat, and pay for their own meal. And we DO like it when you do all those things for us when you like us and want to be a gentlemen and make us feel like you care. But I think there's more value in also doing those things for your annoying little sister, your grandma, your classmate, your teacher, your brother, your uncle, or a stranger in a grocery store.

To quote brotip #39: (censored version): Don't do things to BE cool. Do things because you ARE cool.