Monday, November 29, 2021

A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That

Happy Cyber-Monday!  I don't know about the rest of you, but I unwittingly blew my budget today.  You can bargain shop your way into bankruptcy with all these deals. I'm sure grateful someone in the family works hard to pay the bills.

Speaking of which, here are some pictures that Jason took while hard at work designing for ZenniHome.  Zenni may require odd work hours in order to coordinate with the manufacturers in China, but the team is creating some pretty unique housing options.  Pictured here is Bob Worsley, founding CEO of Zenni.

Here we have Christy, Bob's wife.

Stephen James: friend, neighbor, and designer.

Hard at work exploring this modular housing, cardstock style.


Moving on to Daybreak, a planned housing community that Stephen has been instrumental in shaping over the years.  Jason's parents joined the tour.  As mayor of Hyde Park, Charles likewise has a great opportunity to influence the future growth of their city.



 
As for the city of Salt Lake, I hope we are able to come up with some long-term solutions for sustainable recreation in our canyons.  I absolutely love hiking and skiing, but it makes me sad when the trails are ultra-crowded or traffic is backed up for miles.  On the other hand, if you can slip away on a weekday in October, it feels like you have the canyon to yourself.  Here are Jason and I hiking up Millcreek for a few hours one morning.


Fall really is my favorite season.


How happy to hike with my hubby!


Moving on, here are some photos of Brooklyn and Talia playing Ultimate Frisbee.  These girls worked so hard this season!  They played hard and had great attitudes, no matter whether their team was winning or losing.  They also demonstrated strong leadership as captain and spirit captain.  I couldn't be more proud of their commitment, sportsmanship, and progress.






Love you cute gals!  Even your stinky cleats.

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Gratitude Message

 Today in church I had the opportunity to speak on Thanksgiving.  Speaking in front of a congregation is always nerve-wracking and I rarely feel adequate to the task.  At the same time, I always feel blessed by the spiritual preparation that goes into sharing a message. 

I thought I'd share my remarks here since I believe we are all blessed by gratitude, no matter our faith.  Mostly, I want to express my gratitude for each of you.  As far as I know, this blog isn't widely spread.  If you are reading this, please know that you matter to me and are loved.  Thank you!

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Happy post-Thanksgiving!  I hope you all survived the turkey coma.  I’m taking a physiology class at the moment where we’ve been studying all sorts of fascinating neurotransmitters.  Turns out that tryptophan is a precursor to both serotonin (think happy) and melatonin (think sleepy.)   While it’s debatable as to whether or not the turkey is actually responsible, I hope you enjoyed a pleasant Thanksgiving nap.  And since my talk today is about gratitude, may I add that the more I learn about our amazing physical bodies, the more grateful I am for all these blessings I never knew existed: everything from microscopic neurotransmitters and their receptors to the tiny pumps that move ions and keep balance in our bodies.  Mostly, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the complexity of life and our supreme Creator.

While holidays are wonderful, they can be stressful as well.  Earlier this week, I was feeling rather anxious about getting the house ready to host a large dinner.  Truth to be told, the spirit of Thanksgiving was far from my heart.  When Annika rounded up everyone in the family to participate in an “activity” she had designed, I was not particularly excited.  I felt I had so many other things that I needed to do and this was not at the top of the list.

As she rounded us all into the living room, we each found a craft station on the floor complete with our own paper, scissors, marker, and glue stick.  She then proceeded to teach us all how to draw a Thanksgiving turkey.  I brought mine along.  I think my artistic talent is legendary.   As we constructed out turkeys, we  were instructed to write something that we were grateful for on each feather.  Unable to narrow my options, I instead chose five favorite letters and started to fill each feather with words that started with this letter.  Before long, the whole family was busy helping me think of more words to fill my feathers.  I will forever cherish this bonding memory of us all chiming in with words both funny and serious, all representing things we were grateful for.  Under “P” we have Prayer and Prophets right alongside Plumbing and PortaPotties.  Even better, we kept thinking of new words all evening until we literally couldn’t squish them in anymore.  The next morning I woke up and exclaimed, “I forgot Peanut Butter!”  (Not only is it yummy, but Jason and I have a think about Peanut Butter and Jelly, reaching far enough back that that’s what you will find inscribed on the inside of our wedding rings.)  An attitude of gratitude had filled our home.

Instead of being a nuisance, Annika’s thankful turkeys softened my heart and brought the spirit.  We ended up proudly displaying our turkeys on the fireplace mantle, directly beneath a picture of the Savior. 

 I think it’s fitting that this physical display of gratitude literally draws our eyes to Him.  This sums up the first of five points:

1.  Gratitude softens our hearts, invites the Spirit, and turns us to the Savior.

2.  Gratitude allows us to spend time with the Savior.

One of the most well-known Biblical stories of gratitude comes from Luke 17 where Christ heals the ten lepers.

11 And it came to pass, as he went to Jerusalem, that he passed through the midst of Samaria and Galilee.
12 And as he entered into a certain village, there met him ten men that were lepers, which stood afar off:
13 And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.
14 And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go shew yourselves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.
15 And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God,
16 And fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan.

As I pondered this story this week, I was struck by how gratitude brought this leper, a Samaritan despised and outcast by the Jews, literally closer to Christ.  Unlike his brethren, who were being obedient, this Samaritan’s heart was turned to the Savior.  He turned back to Christ and gave thanks.  I imagine a tearful embrace, where this leper, despised and outcast for possibly years, a person who no one dared even touch, is clean and literally lifted up and into the arms of his Savior.

It is such a tender moment.  It was gratitude that gave allowed this healed man to linger a bit longer with the Lord.  I believe that if we wish to share a similar moment with Jesus, nothing will open our hearts like sincere gratitude. 

3.  Gratitude helps us to follow the example of our Savior.   Jesus Christ, Creator of our world, Savior of our souls, was grateful.  He gave thanks for the loaves and fishes before he fed the multitude.  He thanked God for hearing his prayer when raising Lazarus from the dead.  When Christ bowed his head with his disciples at the Last Supper, He gave thanks.

If I may, I would love to unpack these examples a little more.  During his earthly ministry, Christ does not express the most gratitude when his life was easy or physical blessings abundant.  I don’t know if he ever had much to be grateful for by worldly standards.  “The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.” 

Rather, Christ sets the example for showing gratitude not for our fortunate circumstances, but as Elder Uchtdorf terms it, in all circumstancesWhen Christ gave thanks at the Last Supper, he knew he would be betrayed that night and crucified the next day.  He was hours away from taking all our sins and pains upon him in the Garden of Gethsemane in what Elder Maxwell terms the “Awful Arithmetic of the Atonement” that would cause him to bleed from every pore.  And yet he gave thanks.

Before raising Lazarus, Jesus wept.  He loved Lazarus, Mary, and Martha.  Even though he knew the eternal outcome, he felt the sisters’ sorrow and disappointment, albeit short-sighted that he was absent in the hour they desired him most.  “If thou hadst been here.”  Still Jesus gave thanks.

The five loaves and two small fishes were ridiculously insufficient to feed a multiple of five thousand.  Yet instead of dwelling on the scarcity, Christ gave thanks.  Gratitude came independent of the miracle. 

 

Quoting Elder Uchtdorf, “When we are grateful to God in our circumstances, we can experience gentle peace in the midst of tribulation…In the cold of bitter sorrow, we can experience the closeness and warmth of heaven’s embrace.  We sometimes think that being grateful is what we do after our problems are solved, but how terribly shortsighted that is. How much of life do we miss by waiting to see the rainbow before thanking God that there is rain?”

4.  Gratitude shows obedience to and love for the Savior.

In the end, I think it’s important to remember that gratitude is more than just polite nicety: it is a commandment.  In 1 Thessalonians we read, “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.  In Doctrine and Covenants 57 we learn that “in nothing doth man offend God, or against none is his wrath kindled, save those who confess not his hand in all things, and obey not his commandments.”  In moments when my heart is soft and filled with gratitude, I find that not only am I immediately blessed with peace for keeping this commandment, but I am filled with a greater desire to keep all my covenants.  Gratitude enables me to “always remember Him,”  “him who has created you from beginning, and is preserving you from day to day, by lending you breath, that ye may live and move and do according to your own will, and even supporting you from one moment to another” (Mosiah 2:21).  Through gratitude, we show obedience; through gratitude, we show love.

5.  Gratitude Helps us Become Like the Savior

I believe the main reason God commands our gratitude is not because he desires throngs of praise; no, he wants us to be grateful because thankfulness transfoms us.  God’s work and glory is to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of mankind (Moses 1:39).  Gratitude helps us become the kind of men and women that we want to be with for eternity.  Listen to the promises of our latter-day prophets:


“When you walk with gratitude, you do not walk with arrogance and conceit and egotism, you walk with a spirit of thanksgiving that is becoming to you and will bless your lives.”3

                      --President Gordon B. Hinckley

“We can lift ourselves and others as well when we refuse to remain in the realm of negative thought and cultivate within our hearts an attitude of gratitude. If ingratitude be numbered among the serious sins, then gratitude takes its place among the noblest of virtues.

                      --President Thomas S. Monson

“No matter our situation, showing gratitude for our privileges is a fast-acting and long-lasting spiritual prescription.”

                      --President Russell M. Nelson

How blessed we are if we recognize God’s handiwork in the marvelous tapestry of life. Gratitude to our Father in Heaven broadens our perception and clears our vision. It inspires humility and fosters empathy toward our fellowmen and all of God’s creation. Gratitude is a catalyst to all Christlike attributes! A thankful heart is the parent of all virtues.”      

                      --President Uchtdorf

 

So to Recap these Five Points:  Gratitude Turns us to the Savior, Allows us to Spend Time with Him, Helps us Follow His Example, Shows Obedience and Love for Him, and Helps us Become Like Him.

 

But how?  In moments of stress or anger, gratitude does not come naturally for me.  I am painfully quick to forget.  Aldous Huxley once wrote, “Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.”

 

While I know I should be grateful in all circumstances, it can be difficult to soften my frustrated or jealous heart.  For me, keeping a gratitude journal helps.  I've learned to pray and ask for divine help to feel more gratitude.  When I can’t find my own words, it helps to sing someone else’s.  Music is a tremendous power for softening hearts and inviting the spirit.

 

For the Beauty of the Earth, For the Beauty of the Skies,

For the Love which from our birth over and around us Lies,

Lord of all, to Thee we raise, This, our hymn of Grateful Praise.

 

We can spend time in nature.  I have a very poignant memory of taking a mountain hike by myself and arriving at this beautiful solitary lake.  My heart was filled with gratitude for the abundance of this world and I broke out into song:


3 When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze 
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee, 
How Great Thou Art, How Great Thou Art.

 

Finally, my very favorite: Come, thou Fount of Every Blessing.  This hymn is such a tender proclamation, inviting the Lord to come and teach us to  the songs of praise, changing our very hearts. 

 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace;

streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. 

Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. 

Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it.  Mount of thy redeeming love.

O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above
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Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.


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Once again, I am grateful for you all.  Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Fall Break in the Valley of Fire

During fall break this year, the kids REALLY wanted to go camping.  Grandma Susie was hoping to join us, so we planned to make a pilgrimage to our favorite Pondersosa Grove campsite on the west side of Zion.  As fall break neared, we realized there was a huge hiccup in our plans: snow.

Now I love to camp, but I am admittedly a fair weather gal.  Freezing temps and I'm out.  We switched gears and kept on heading south to Valley of Fire in Nevada.  The extra distance made it a little too far for Grandma Susie and Jason had to work, so it was the just the kids and I.  I was a bit nervous about camping on our own, but in the end it worked out great.  We left early in the morning managed to snag one of the very last campsites at Atlatl camground just before noon. It may have been THE very last campsite--I'm not sure.  I think the only reason it wasn't taken was because it was a walk-in site where you had to lug your gear to the tent pad.  The walk wasn't that far and I had lots of help, so for our family it was perfect.

We loved the privacy and all the space to climb rocks, explore "hotels," and play frisbee.


If you look closely, you can see how our giant tent (only half set up) actually spread out over the tent pad, but we made it work.

Our campsite was so fun that the kids would have gladly played there all day, but I convinced them to join me for a picnic and saunter.  We headed to White Domes, a 1.5 mile hike through a slot canyon.  No snow here!  Even in late October, it was genuinely hot.  Even so, we thought this sign at the trailhead was pretty hilarious.  It discourages you from hiking the trail developed and advertised by the park itself.

We were quite glad we took the risk.  What a fun trail!

We thought we'd discovered some ancient ruins but nope.  Just the movie set for an old Western.


Coming in and out of the slot.  You'll notice that Talia conned me into letting her walk barefoot.  I'm not sure I should have acquiesced because the next day Annika insisted on doing the same.


Next stop: Elephant Rock.  Wonder why they named it that?

Back at the campsite, Talia was busy crocheting her next project.  

This dragon may be my favorite yet.

For dinner we enjoyed brats.  The kids think we should earn extra money for our J Dawgs product placement.  The meal was a win, as was the red tablecloth..  Growing up, NomiAnn always  brought a tablecloth for our picnics and camping trips.  There were moments when I admittedly found it a bit excessive (we were out in the middle of nature, did we need to be so fancy?), but here it was a lifesaver.  The table was worn and made of fiberglass, making it extremely itchy to touch.  We would have been miserable without it.  So thanks for the tablecloth, NomiAnn!

Also, I have to tell you about the cheeky fox.  I was on my own cleaning up dinner while the kids were at the restroom brushing teeth.  Speaking of which, Valley of Fire has flushing toilets and showers, but I digress.  Back to the story, it was quite dark as I saw these two green lights come trotting quickly towards me.  At first I thought they were Annika's light-up shoes, but then I saw the outline of giant ears and a bushy tail.  This cheeky fox had smelled the brats and wouldn't leave.  I stared it down with my headlamp, but it just stared right back, coming closer and closer.  If I turned my back, it would sneak nearer while I wasn't looking.  When I threw a rock, it just ran over to sniff it, hoping that I'd thrown food.  At one point, you could have found me standing on the picnic table hollering "Shoo!  Shoo!"  In the end, I just cleaned everything up as quickly as I could. When the kids made it back, we darted straight into the tent and called it a night.  Campfires weren't allowed anyway due to fire restrictions.

The next morning Talia and I went for a run through the scenic loop.


We enjoyed beautiful rock formations, wildlife, and even got to climb the Beehive.


Back at camp, Annika was awake and busy exploring all of the caves.  Papa Kay, you'd be proud to know that one of the first things she did was collect rock books to establish her library.  

Pancakes for breakfast.  I forgot syrup, but made up for it by adding hot cocoa mix to the batter.


Brooklyn, now a junior in high school, spent some of her time studying her ACT Prep book.

On our way out of camp, we climbed up nearby Atlatl Rock.  At first I thought the stairs were there to allow visitors to enjoy the view.


Nope!  Petroglyphs.

Our next adventure was an hour and a half drive to Red Rock Canyon, near Las Vegas.  It's amazing how much both Valley of Fire and Red Rock Canyon remind us of Snow Canyon.  Such great places to scramble!

We bribed Annika with a new stuffie from the Visitor Center in exchange for a great attitude hiking.  It was a worthwhile trade.  Here we are enjoying the Calico Tanks trail.


I may have gotten some looks by passersby for allowing Annie to hike without shoes, but she understood the risks and did great.  As a parent, I have to tell Annika "no" so often.  Sometimes it's nice to say "yes."


Looking out over Las Vegas.


While Annika's feet were fine, her knees unfortunately were not after she bumped into a cactus later in the day.  With that painful cue, we called it a day and made it back to the Visitors Center just in time to pick out her kangaroo rat stuffie.

On our way home, the kids really wanted to visit the M&M store in Las Vegas.  Walking the strip on a Friday night?  What could possibly go wrong.

The truth is that it was a gorgeous evening and we had a great time, even if we didn't stay for long.  (Parking was only free for an hour.)

So many tasty choices!  I think the mint were my favorite, with fudge brownie coming in at a close second.


Thanks, Vegas, for the fun introduction.  While we won't be visiting your casinos, it might be fun to catch a show some day.

For dinner, we got on Yelp and looked for recommendations.  This Hot Chicken LV was highly rated, but we got nervous after pulling up to this sketchy storefront in an equally sketchy neighborhood.  In the end, the chicken really was super tasty, albeit a bit too spicy for most of my kids' tastes.  Either way, it was memorable.

Our last morning in the tent.  

I enjoyed looking down at our campsite from up above, as well as looking out at the bighorn sheep wandering through the rest of camp.

I did NOT enjoy when Annika wandered off into the rocks after taking a trip to the restroom without telling anyone where she was going and I started driving around the campground frantically yelling her name, images of kidnappings in my head.  Most of my gray hairs are named Annie.  

But I did like the sheep.

All packed up and headed for one more hike on the way home.

We chose the short but intriguing Mouse's Tank Trailhead, named after an outlaw named Mouse who used to hide from the sheriff in these rocks.

More intriguing petroglyphs and more bare feet.





While we really missed our dad, camping with the kids was great.  They really stepped up and were brilliantly helpful with great attitudes.

I feel so blessed to be their mom.

Only downside is that Brooklyn started to feel sick while were camping, developing a runny nose and sore throat.  So, we stopped off in St. George on the way home for some rapid Covid testing.  Good news--all negative.

Bad news.  Our cute little home has been turned into a garbage dump.  If you want to remember what it used to look like, here's a link I created when we put our home up for sale eight years ago.


At least the new Switchpoint project that Jason designed is looking fantastic.

Plus, Viva Chicken with its aji amarillo makes me smile any day.