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.



Thursday, November 20, 2014

I Stand for Motherhood

Friends, I'm in nursing school on the way to being a nurse, which is so exciting. I love taking care of patients and learning the science behind medications and interventions.

But.

The other day at the hospital, a very young patient was on the floor and I overheard them crying and later saw them being taken across the hall in a little red wagon, IV pole being rolled along behind.

In that instant, I realized something about myself that hit me stronger than most things in my life have.
Although being a nurse is an exciting, challenging, and rewarding profession, there's one thing that I would choose over nursing 10,000 times over.




Motherhood.

When I was younger, before I know what I wanted to do, I would respond to the question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" with: "A mom."

And guys, that's still true.

I think it's my own mom's example of steady, level-headed, kind, compassionate, and wise mothering that gives me such a drive to have and raise kids of my own. I cannot wait to have babies and change diapers and mash bananas, buy a lot of Goldfish and Cheerios, potty train, teach them to read and deal with obstinate 7 year-olds, self-conscious 13 year-olds, and stressed out 20 year-olds.



So..Working as a registered nurse? Saving lives? Awesome.

Working as a mother? Creating lives? Indescribable.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Why I Hate Dating

I usually don't like dates. 








Before you mark me as bitter/heartbroken/never asked out, read the rest of this post.

Of the dates I've been on, there's been good ones and and not so good ones. There's one huge difference between the two types, and behind that difference lies the reason I often don't enjoy the idea of going on dates.

A couple of guys in my ward saw me, maybe introduced themselves to me, and then asked for my number (or got it off the ward directory) and we went on a date. Both of them didn't know at the time that I was 17, and lost interest quickly after learning that I wasn't old enough to vote. I don't blame them--I was young. However, if we had gotten to know each other in a casual, friendly way before they asked me on a date--laced with romantic expectations, weird formalities, and pressure to impress and be attractive, then they would have learned my age, not asked me out, and we could have a friendship, one that didn't smack of "I was interested but not anymore but I guess we can hang out ." 

Later, once I'd turned 18, I had the good date experience. Again, it was a guy from my ward, but he didn't simply meet me, ask for my number, and ask me out. At a few different group events, we ended up spending a few hours just talking to each other; about our families, our majors, different life experiences, opinions on social issues--all the stuff that actually matters! After I was starting to feel like this guy actually knew me and I knew him, too, he asked me on a date. Because we'd already spent time together, our date didn't feel like an interview--we already knew the basics about the other person, and we could have a relaxed, natural conversation. It was probably the best first date I've been on.

We've been told by Elder Dallin H. Oaks that 'hanging out' is not the best way to get to know each other:

"The old-fashioned date was a wonderful way to get acquainted with a member of the opposite sex. It encouraged conversation. It allowed you to see how you treat others and how you are treated in a one-on-one situation. It gave opportunities to learn how to initiate and sustain a mature relationship. None of that happens in hanging out."

I agree that going on actual one-on-one dates is important when you're trying to make progress in a romantic relationship. I also think, though, that spending time with people in a very relaxed, casual setting before you ask them out can be a good thing. Important personal details like someone's age, impending mission calls, missionaries they're waiting for, personality, and life plans (important factors in a possible relationship, if that's what you're looking for), can be acquired before you spend time, money, and effort on an evening that may or may not lead to a second date and could also just be really awkward.

I should probably revise my earlier statement--I don't hate dates. What I hate is the tense first-date feeling that happens when you hardly know the person you're going out with. I hate that people get written off after getting their hopes up because they didn't pass the first-date 'interview', or they figure out that the person they were interested in is leaving on a mission in a month. 

Moral of the story: get to know people. If you don't end up married to each other, that's A-OK. Making new friends is always a blessing!

EDIT: The point of this post isn't that I'm mad at those guys for not wanting to date me once they figured out I wasn't 18--I was simply using that story to illustrate the possible situations that arise from going on dates with someone you don't know that well. Just wanted to clear that up.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Fighting Robots and Selling Apples


What do this:

and this:

have in common?


A few months ago, I participated in a class discussion in church about families. We talked how husbands and wives rely on each other for support, comfort, and love. As the discussion was closing, I had a small epiphany, which I had the opportunity to discuss with a friend later that evening.
This is what had popped into my mind:

Evil robot running around the city, wreaking havoc. Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl on the sidewalk, arguing about the impending battle:

Mr. Incredible: "...I'm not s-strong enough."
Elastigirl:"If we work together, you won't have to be."

It's a simple but still very important principle. As an individual, it is very difficult to raise, protect, provide for, and take care of a family. One person--mom or dad--would have a hard time doing it by themselves. There are single parents all over the world who somehow manage to juggle it all, but it's not an easy task in any sense of the word.

However, for those who are married, who do have the blessing of a teammate, co-council, and partner in raising the kids, taking care of the house, doing the shopping, helping with homework, making meals, etc, should remember two things: 1) You don't have to go at it alone, so never consider yourself weak if you ask for help, and 2) Your spouse doesn't have to do it alone, either, so always always offer to help and do all you can when they ask for your assistance. When you work together, you guys are much stronger than either one of you alone could ever be. 

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In a band concert on the evening of July 17th, the choir stood on the stage in still silence for more than 10 minutes during an accompanied reading of "The Giving Tree." The familiar children's book was read aloud while the band played a fun arrangement. 
Since we were still very visible to the audience, the members of the choir were not allowed to scratch our noses, text, sit down, yawn, or sneakily whisper to our neighbor.

The only thing left to do was listen to the performance. It'd been a few years since I read the story, and as I heard the repeated phrase "...And the tree was happy" I had a small epiphany (I'm prone to these, as you might be able to tell). We all need to be the Giving Tree.

The relationship between the generous tree and her lucky beneficiary is not a healthy one. He comes to her, whines, and then takes her gifts without a word of gratitude. However, the tree demonstrates some very good traits: selfless giving, and finding joy in the success of someone she cares about.

A few days after the concert, I was able to organize that epiphany into something a little more coherent: When we are in any kind of relationship--siblings, best friends, boyfriend and girlfriend--we should be selfless, and concern ourselves more about the happiness of the other person than our own. When the other person gets promoted at work, receives a high grade, wins an award, buys their favorite food for lunch or gets to sleep in late, if we can find happiness for them, our happiness potential doubles--we get joy from our own happy experiences and also in celebration of others'.

This principle is especially awesome if it's applied (equally) in a marriage. When each person is doing their best to serve the other person. When serving, they're striving for the other's happiness, and as long as both people are doing that, both people can find simple joy in small, everyday successes--theirs and their spouse's.

I know that both these principles are MUCH easier said than done. However,I also know that the foundation of these ideas are rooted in eternal truths; equal partnership in marriage and selfless, Christlike service to all our fellow men. Keeping in mind the Incredibles and the Giving Tree can help us remember that it's not so complicated as some people make it. Like many good things, it will take practice, but will be worth it if we can strengthen friendships, relationships, and marriages.



Sunday, July 27, 2014

On Why I Give Up



There are so many quotes on how you should never, ever, ever, give up.


There are some things you should never give up on--your family, your faith, your friends, your husband, your wife, your kids, your education.
However, giving up is not always a bad thing. I try to make a habit of giving up every once in a while.

Some of you may be saying: "WHY would you WANT to give up; plan to give up? You need to stick with your goals! Your dreams, your aspirations!"

To that, I respond: My dreams, goals, and aspirations are the reason I give up.

I give up the opportunity to do fun things so I can stay in and study. I give up clothes that aren't modest so I can show respect to myself and to God. I give up time to go to church. I give up comfort when I exercise so I can stay healthy. I give up money to pay for schooling. I give up a cheerful mood to spend time with a friend who may need someone to mourn with them. I'll give up sleep to go to early-morning clinicals. I'll give up my off-track to continue through nursing school. None of this is easy.

Giving up is not always a bad thing.

In order to realize our goals for the future, we need to do hard things. We'll have to say no to something we want now because we know that doing so will help us gain something more important.


We don't want our dreams to remain dreams--we want them to become a reality.

Giving up is hard. The comfortable--what we're used to, what we like, enjoy, or care about--is not something of which we want to let go. However, if our hands are full of quarters, how can we reach out and grab hold of a $100 bill?


It's hard to see with a broader perspective, to have the knowledge that you will be better because you gave up. It's a leap of faith, but the more you do it, the more you'll know it's the right thing to do.

One can only hope that they see what you never told them, so they learn it on their own so your not the bad one!!  (Not!! I was told they would...NOT!)Oh well, I know the real and true story and can live with it, BUT...there is always that BUT and things that are better left unsaid I guess! Illusion/disillusion..all the same!


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Daddy

I wrote a long list of reasons why my mom is freaking legit for Mother's Day.

Just because I didn't do this on Father's Day doesn't mean my dad is not legit.

I've been thinking lately about all the reasons I appreciate my father. I think one of the most important things he did was help me learn how important the Gospel is. He makes family scripture study and prayer and family home evening and church attendance a huge priority. His example was essential to my spiritual development and he continues to be a rock in my life when I need advice or support.

Another reason I love my dad is because he always tells me I'm beautiful. It seems shallow when I say it, but knowing my dad thinks I'm beautiful gives me a special confidence in myself that can't be taken away. Closely tied to this is the fact that he always expects me to be modest. He was never harsh or bossy about it, but let me know in a gentle, non-confrontational way, and that communicated his opinion much more effectively than yelling or or scolding would.

I used to come to him for permission for different things and one of those times, I asked him something and he told me that he trusted me to make my own decisions on those things. It scared me, but I knew that I could do it because he'd instilled in me a strong sense of right and wrong. I feel the influence of my Dad daily as I choose what movies to watch, what friends to have, what books to read, and so much more. Not because he micromanaged everything I did or said, but because he had a strong testimony of what is good, and wants good things for me and I see that now that I've experience with trial and error and have seen that in a lot of situations, his way was the best way all along.

My dad is really smart. I love that about him. I can come to him with questions about almost anything and if he doesn't know the answer, which isn't common, he'll usually find it out pretty quickly and let me know. He helps all of us with schoolwork, and he encouraged me to grow my mind. He never used the fact that I was a girl as a reason for me to not pursue a higher education and pick a good major that was marketable. When I was applying for the nursing program and waiting to hear back, he believed in me more than I did. He always tells me that I'm brilliant and gorgeous and can do anything I set my mind to. I'm so grateful for his faith in me.

I could write a lot more than this about my wonderful dad but I'm going to stop now. 

Dad, I love you. Thanks for everything.