08 February 2011

i have a lot of catching up to do, but this is more important. these three verses made my scripture study wonderful...


when i read these verses the first time, the voice in my head somehow became that of a caring, loving father (imagine the voice of president monson when he gets to the touching part of a story). it was as if heavenly father was speaking to me sweetly in my mind.

29. But if from thence1 thou shalt seek the Lord thy God, thou shalt find him, if thou seek him with all thy heart an with all thy soul.
30. When thou art in tribulation and all these things2 are come upon thee, even in the latter days, if thou turn3 to the Lord thy God, and shalt be obedient unto his voice;
31. (For the Lord thy God is a merciful God4;) he will not forsake thee5, neither destroy thee, nor forget the covenant6 of thy fathers with he sware unto them.

1. we can change! we can start today. we can decide to start seeking God now and he will be there despite anything that happened in the past.
2. "all these things"=trials, stress, feelings of being overwhelmed, failures, lists of things to do
3. change your course so it leads to His kingdom. imagery of a child turning into her father's chest for comfort.
4. He loves you! He wants to see you succeed. He wants you to return to him. pleasant reminder that He is on your side!
5. He will never ignore you or abandon you.
6. the covenants you have made with Him (baptism, temple), the blessing promised through priesthood blessings, the blessings promised through the scriptures

in honor of valentine's day, and following my relief society president's example, i studied (after reading from the book of mormon) the word "heart" in the scriptures. this is the first scripture i found. i cannot wait to search again tomorrow morning.

12 January 2011

a few nights a week, the universe grants me a few moments to feel like a little girl.
overall, i haven't felt like a little girl since i was two. some days i crave the handful of seconds of childhood i savor on certain eves.

i am a big fan of making beds in the morning. it isn't something easy for me to do. i am prone to hop out of bed, get dressed, and leave the room (and its disheveled mess) abandoned. but, i can note a difference in the days that begin with a good bed-making. it is as if a tone of order is set for the hours that lay ahead. i cannot find the references at this time, but i have read, on more than one occasion and in more than one source, that bed-making leads to less stress and greater happiness.

but, can bed-making happiness outweigh my piece of happiness this post centers upon?

on days that the bed isn't made and cody and i return to clumped up, twisted sheets, blankets and comforters, i make sure to nestle in the center of the bed before my husband gets the chance. he, then, is left with the task of straightening everything. cody, bless him, chooses to do this by gripping the bottom side of a given blanket with his hands spread beyond shoulder width. he flicks his wrists, sends the blanket into the air, and lets it fall slowly.

as he prepares for the process, i sprawl myself out in the dead-center, i find a place for my head in the mass of pillows against the wall, i reach toward the edges of the mattress and tilt my chin up slightly. a breeze of nostalgia hits my skin split-seconds before the blankets descend gracefully onto my face and body.

cody smiles and walks to his side of the bed.
i sit up and thank him.
we pray together.
at this point, i'm an adult again, so i pray for adult things, and for childlike joy and wonder in the simplicity and beauty of life.

04 January 2011

dear electric blanket,
you are my second best friend in arlington.
i can tell we're going to go through a lot together.

dear memory foam,
thank the person who invented you for me, would you?
mrs. kirk

dear stomach,
why do you hate me today?
get well soon.
with love,
your keeper

dear landlady,
you were kind enough to furnish the place
but did not find it necessary to clean it before we moved in? really?
your new tenant(s)

01 January 2011


"there'll be no distance that could hold us back"

ring out wild bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Happy New Year!