More effort than I thought I could

This post is part of the General Conference Odyssey. This week covers the Priesthood Session of the October 2011 Conference.
When I read through these General Conference Sessions there are always talks I love. And there are usually talks I find less compelling. And very rarely there is a talk I actually don't like for some reason—it confuses me, I'm put off by the tone, or whatever. But I don't know if I've ever quite felt like I felt about Elder Eyring's talk in this session. I like it. And I am inspired by it. But it also left me feeling…tired and discouraged. So much so that I wasn't going to write about it at all, not knowing quite HOW to. And of course I know if there is ever a problem with God's word, that problem is on MY end! But for whatever reason I keep coming back to this talk when I sit down to write. So here goes.

President Eyring talks about how priesthood holders (but I always equate that to any God-given responsibility, motherhood being the biggest for me) have been more prepared than they realize for whatever will be asked of them. He says:
Our Heavenly Father has been preparing us since we were taught at His knee in His kingdom before we were born. He is preparing us tonight. And He will continue to prepare us as long as we will let Him.
I like that image—being taught at our Father (and Mother)'s knees. And it's reassuring to think that even when we don't feel prepared or capable, God would never leave us incapable of what He asks of us. He has always known exactly what we need and has given it to us for our good. It's also reassuring to remember that our own inexperience and mistakes in no way negate this heavenly help:
[My priesthood leader] saw beyond the reality of who I was to the possibilities that lie inside someone who feels weak and simple enough to want the Lord’s help and to believe that it will come.…Don’t worry about how inexperienced you are or think you are, but think about what, with the Lord’s help, you can become.
Next, President Eyring gives two examples from his life of when older, more experienced priesthood holders worked longer and harder than their younger brethren. Here is one:
I was…the new commissioner of education for the Church. I knew that President Gordon B. Hinckley was staying somewhere in that same hotel on his separate assignment to Japan. I answered the ringing phone just after I had lain down on the bed to sleep, exhausted by having done all I thought I had the strength to do.

President Hinckley asked in his pleasant voice, “Why are you sleeping when I am here reading a manuscript that we have been asked to review?” So I got up and went to work, even though I knew that President Hinckley could give a better review of a manuscript than I could possibly do. But somehow he made me feel that he needed my help.
He tells these stories to show how tireless and selfless these amazing leaders had learned to be, and I do see that! I'm amazed by it. You can tell President Eyring has spent years analyzing the lives and habits of the prophets he was so fortunate to work with, and it has paid off in his becoming just like them! I see this SO much in who he is today. Still going. Still working. His wife gone. But still giving when I would probably have stopped to rest and give up long ago.
Great teachers have shown me how to prepare to keep the oath and covenant when time and age will make it harder. They have shown and taught me how to discipline myself to work harder than I thought I could while I still have health and strength.
But here is the part that left me tired: "work harder than I thought I could." He says it more than once:
Great priesthood trainers have shown me how to build that strength: it is to form a habit of pushing on through the fatigue and fear that might make you think of quitting. The Lord’s great mentors have shown me that spiritual staying power comes from working past the point when others would have taken a rest.…

I can’t be a perfect servant every hour, but I can try to give more effort than I thought I could. With that habit formed early on, I will be prepared for trials later.
I guess that just worries me, because if your standard is "always do more than I think I can do," how then do you ever know if you’ve done enough?? You could always give more. And his stories make it sound like the prophets basically never rested. (He also tells a story about President Kimball collapsing [or falling asleep? it is unclear] in a meeting, and having to be carried out in his chair by members of the Twelve, and then weakly chiding them for leaving the meeting and sending them back to work!) I know the Doctrine and Covenants talks about how we should "waste and wear out our lives" in service, and the prophets and the Twelve Apostles literally do this, but I guess I hadn't quite applied it to myself yet and now that I think of it, it scares me!

It's not that I don't want to give my life in God's service. I actually do want that very much, because I want to become like He is. BUT, I think I just hoped it would become easier as I went along; that even though I struggle and feel inadequate now, I would grow enough in experience and wisdom over time that someday I would feel mostly joy and hope and confidence. But no, apparently not:
We are being prepared for priesthood service that will become more challenging with time. For instance, our muscles and our brains age as we do. Our capacity to learn and remember what we have read will diminish. To give the priesthood service the Lord expects of us will take more and more self-discipline every day of our lives.
!!! More and more? That's not reassuring at ALL! It's overwhelming, in fact. What is the point of all that preparation he was talking about earlier if you're just going to keep having challenges you feel unprepared for? What is the point of doing all you can do if you're just going to still feel inadequate because you didn't somehow do more than you could do? How can you ever go to sleep at night feeling satisfied if all you can think is, "Well, President Oaks probably isn't sleeping right now, and I shouldn't be either." It's too much!

Ha, I know that's a bit of an exaggeration. And I know we aren't literally supposed to drive ourselves to the point of collapse (and very few people are in danger of doing that, probably me least of all). I assume there are a lot more of us doing too little who need stirring calls to do more, than there are people doing too much in God's service who need to be reined in. So I don't actually think there is anything wrong with this talk. But it was sobering to me. And daunting. Am I really prepared to give my whole life to God? To keep giving to the very end? I would like to answer yes, but I think realistically, I am very far from that ideal.

I'll end with a slightly more comforting description, though, of what it's all about and who is on our side:
[Doing all God asks is really about] steady preparation over the years, through all our strength in what might appear to be little tasks with small consequences.

My prayer is that we may keep our priesthood covenants to qualify ourselves for eternal life and those we are called to train. I promise you if you do all that you can, God will magnify your strength and your wisdom. He will season you.
Ultimately, I guess it comes down to faith: faith that God will help us do whatever we have to do. Faith that we'll keep being prepared and keep being sustained and keep being magnified as long as we have to, until Heavenly Father finally calls us home (…to engage in even more work on the other side…but let's not think too much about that!).


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Testimony—by Rozy

Something refining and holy in such striving

This post is part of the General Conference Odyssey. This week covers the Saturday Afternoon Session of the October 2011 Conference.
The idea that repentance is a joyful doctrine has, as far as I can tell, been taught constantly since at least Alma's time:
And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain!
In his talk this session, Elder Christofferson reiterates that point yet again:
Repentance is a divine gift, and there should be a smile on our faces when we speak of it. It points us to freedom, confidence, and peace. Rather than interrupting the celebration, the gift of repentance is the cause for true celebration.
I'm so curious, with this knowledge being so available and so widely dispensed, why is it that every time anyone ever speaks about repentance, they say, "I used to think repentance was a terrible thing!" or "When I was young I was scared of repentance!" Is it just human nature to feel bad for doing wrong, and fear the consequences? Does it stem from our parents punishing us for breaking rules, so we learned to associate mistakes with sadness? Is it because Satan obscures the doctrine, trying to get us to misunderstand it? It's probably some combination of all those things, all of which I've felt myself. But it's interesting that even once we have experienced repentance for ourselves and know better, we still sometimes shrink away from teaching others that good news:
If we do not invite others to change or if we do not demand repentance of ourselves, we fail in a fundamental duty we owe to one another and to ourselves. A permissive parent, an indulgent friend, a fearful Church leader are in reality more concerned about themselves than the welfare and happiness of those they could help. Yes, the call to repentance is at times regarded as intolerant or offensive and may even be resented, but guided by the Spirit, it is in reality an act of genuine caring.
Pretty strong words. I don't want to be one of these people (and am pretty sure I've erred more often the other direction with my kids, in being too harsh and not patient enough), but I'm just not sure how far "inviting others to change" should go. What is the difference between recognizing what I can’t change about those I love (and deciding not to push too hard and cause conflict)…and being a “permissive parent” who is selfishly withholding correction and teaching that could lead to greater happiness for my children? And I think I'd feel even more hesitant as a church leader (though I don’t know that I’ve ever been in a position with a specific directive to “preach repentance”…unless we all should be doing that). With so much counsel given these days to "just love people" and "meet them where they are," these words from Elder Christofferson seem jarring. I don't actually think there is a conflict—certainly not when we understand the doctrine mentioned earlier about repentance bringing joy!—but it is definitely not an easy area to navigate! Maybe that's the point; maybe struggling to find the balance teaches us needed lessons about the nature of love. But I wish I were better at it.

Elder Christofferson also has this encouragement, though, which I love:
Real repentance, real change may require repeated attempts, but there is something refining and holy in such striving.
I suppose that's just as true for my efforts to teach and exemplify the gospel to my family as it is for my more individual mistakes. It takes a long time to get it right. It takes mistakes from leaning too far to one extreme and then perhaps too far to the other. But that striving itself is holiness to the Lord.


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Shifting rooms, shifting seasons

With Sebastian moving to Denver, we had some space to shuffle kids around to different rooms. Teddy moved out of Malachi's room and into Sebastian's old room. Ziggy moved downstairs to be with Teddy. Clementine moved out of the girls' room to go upstairs and share with Gus, where Ziggy used to be.

Daisy, Junie, and Goldie cleaned their room SO well. They cleared out every drawer, every shelf, every corner, and got rid of things they weren't using. Then they asked if they could paint their room and we said yes. They picked out the prettiest peachy-pink color!
It was amazing how tirelessly they worked! I didn't do anything—they taped off the baseboards and ceiling, covered the floor, and did all the painting themselves. They had most of it done in one day!
We also finally got a bed frame for Goldie's mattress. She's been sleeping on a mattress on the floor for…well, forever, I think! She did used to have a trundle bed, but that broke years ago. (That is Junie sitting on Goldie's bed, in case you're confused here.) Anyway, I'm glad she is up off the floor now!
The paint looks pretty in all kinds of light! The girls will put up these pictures soon and hopefully buy a few more pillows for Goldie's bed.
They are so happy with their "new" room!
This is what Sebastian's room looked like before he moved out. He had almost every inch of the walls covered! He took everything down before he moved, and it looked very sad and blank in there.
Ziggy and Teddy were excited to sleep in a big bed!
And they did a great job moving all their stuff downstairs and making everything look neat and tidy!
This tiny white desk arrived in a package at our house in Utah while we were in Quebec. It was addressed to Sebastian, so he put it together and was completely baffled as to where it came from or who sent it! He thought it might have been meant for Clementine, but we asked around and no one admitted to sending it. So it remains a mystery. But anyway, now Ziggy is enjoying it in his new room! 
And here is Teddy with everything moved in and cleaned up!
And here is Clementine up in Gussy's room. She often ends up in Gus's bed…or mine…during the night, but she likes talking to Gus and laughing with him before they fall asleep. They are good little friends and I'm happy they're getting some time to share a room!
Clementine brought the doll bed up to this new room with her, and Gus immediately installed his Caws in it!
He also made a stern warning sign for the door
Speaking of Clementine and Gus, here they are after church one Sunday
Such a pretty tree in that corner!
Gus was drawing the "scary witch," which is in someone's yard down the street. You've probably seen them around—it's this witch:
She cackles and says things when you walk by her—I haven't heard it myself, but Clementine and Gus like to walk over there, and Clementine's version of what the witch says is: "You can run, but you can NOT hide. Hee hee hee hee!" Clementine is actually quite scared of her, but also fascinated, in that way kids sometimes are with what they fear. Anyway, Gus drew her, quite well I think:
You can see Clementine and Gus there on their bikes, and (according to Gus), Clementine is about to get off her bike and run away.
This was, according to Clementine, "Church." That giraffe is really holding everyone's attention!
And speaking of church, here is Clementine's picture of Jesus.
And the cutest earless pig, with a descriptive word underneath.
Clementine sleeping under my yellow blanket ("Wheaty," as we call her—the blanket, I mean. Do you name your blankets? It's Daisy's fault that we do.)
A pretty sunrise, in different stages
And another pretty one, this one an hour "later" thanks to Daylight Saving
Clementine was watching it with me from the porch
Her "wistful" smile
Another Sunday, at sunset this time. Daisy with a bright pink sky!
Twirling around
Pretty in all directions!
Goldie
Gus racing around
Shoulder rides
Probably unwise shoulder rides
Gus dancing an Irish jig?
Gus and Skelly
Moving on…here is Goldie heading in to the temple, looking very Jane Austen-ish
This is ten years old now, but I was in Sam's office looking at it the other day and thought you might like to see Sister Kristen Yee in her finest hour. Sam's friends and coworkers at Disney gave this wonderful picture to him when he quit Disney to go work at BYU. It's a prized possession.
Clementine's gnome scone
Beautiful red trees on the street heading toward the hill
We have had SUCH nice weather! Even into the first week of November now! It has been warm and sunny and just beautiful. I love to sit outside and enjoy it when I can.
Clementine wearing the green twirly dress. I have pictures of Junie in this dress doing the same thing!
How do girls just instinctively know how to twirl? I don't think anyone taught Clementine. She just does it.
Such a cutie!
Another cutie, wearing her Quebec shawl
Daisy's been very busy lately, working a lot (and getting her apron quite dirty, as you can see!)…
…and applying to BYU for next Fall! She got her application in by the early deadline and it was SUCH a weight off her mind! She worked really hard all summer, studying, taking the ACT three times, and writing all her essays. She did a great job and turned in a great application! Now…we'll just wait and see what happens!
Red tree still hanging on (the leaves are gone as of this writing, though, alas)
Sewing pointe shoe ribbons
BYU sports tour we went on for Teddy's sake—we got to see the basketball practice facility and the baseball and football stadiums!

It's been a fun year to be a BYU sports fan!

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