29 January 2017

Falling Free

This book has haunted me from the first day I discovered it. The back reads "Shannan Martin had the perfect life: a cute farmhouse on six rambling acres, a loving husband, three adorable kids, money, friends, a close-knit church -- safe, happy existence." Insert my name and it could be my story and just like God pulled the rug out from under her safe existence, I feel like he has done the same with me and my family.

I read it as though God were speaking to me as I dog-eared just about every other page. She talks about faith, her plunge from security, looking past the comfortable. I haven't had a book cause me to rethink so many facets of my life like this one has. She is also an incredibly good writer. It just may be one of the best books of 2017 and we're only a month in.


QUOTES FROM THE BOOK


"It's hard to pine for heaven when you already believe you're there."

"We stand in worship services and sing our hearts out about things like faith and trusting God in deep waters. We say God is all we need, but what we really mean is, 'All we need is God, our family, the promise of safety, and money.' We sing like we mean it while we pray to God we'll never find out if we really do. What would happen if everything but God were swept away? Would he really be enough?"


"Surrender is always the beginning of a better dream."


"Each of us is charged with finding a way to partner with God and the work to ransom his people. This is something we get to do, our capacity to love expanded through his enduring love for us. Though we are prone to causing trouble and putting ourselves first, only because God's refusal to take us at face value, he invites us to the party and gives us a first-row seat to the way he redeems a universe of orphaned souls into the treasured family of God."


"In pursuit of our hearts, he reminds us that his is tethered to relationships, not things. . . . What we call freedom was really self-proud independence in disguise. We wanted to owe nothing, depend on no one. We wanted to be the boss of our lives, never stopping to consider that our perspective ran contrary to the fundamentals of the faith we said governed us."


"There's a difference between being too scared to do hard things and doing hard things scared. Communing with the God of the universe will inspire all kinds of unscripted movement and giant leaps  past "normal." It will make surrendering seem like the safest way."


"So you might have a family. You might have a job, a hobby, and a home that you love. You might think that all the big items have been checked off the list and you're mostly settled into a groove, done. But maybe there's more. Maybe there's something over in the west or off the east a little. Wherever it is, let's trust the sender."


"The shortest routes to relationships are carved when everyone takes two giant steps past the gates of their comfort and toward each other."


"When God told my family to stand right there, in this particular neighborhood of this particular city, he called all of us. He's not in the business of fragmenting families or risking some for the sake of others."


"We used to think our job was to love God, follow is commandments, and keep our family cloistered from the world around a future where our kids would remain gated in privilege, though we never would have phrased it that way. We imagined a future for them in the stable majority. We looked around, seeing many different versions of ourselves, and believed it was the story God had penned for our family. So we jotted our own words on the page, careful not to change the script. It took time to bring my heart to the place of accepting that maybe God's best for my kids looked different from what I had assumed. Note to self: If I ever wonder why God's plan doesn't unfold more quickly, it's because it takes me so flipping long to let go and get on board."


"He ways to give all that we have, hoard nothing, and let him handle the bookkeeping. If I say I follow him, I should care about the things he care about. Even and especially if it costs me something. But it's one thing to understand and a whole 'nother thing to try and rewire a heart built on believing what's mine is mine."


"For the forty-eight hours [my children and I] spent apart, I was fixated primarily on my two fragile nutcases. I missed them all -- in the special way you "miss" your kids when you finally get a break from them. I most certainly loved all three of them equally, but my mind and heart were fixed on the needy ones. I couldn't stop thinking about them, praying for them, rooting them on. My soul had drawn near to them, because they were desperate for me. And we wonder why God allows us to stay mired in conflict, trouble, and pain. We'd really rather God draw near to us while we flit about our merry way, solving our own problems and polishing the silver. We don't want to run to him like a child. That would be silly, and we're professional adults, stouthearted and capable, with creases in our slacks. We don't want that kind of faith. We want logical. Sturdy. Exemplary. It doesn't feel good to emotionally unhinge, so we keep holding it together while we steer our own ship. We know he's still with us, and some days we remember he still loves us. But we settle for a life unmarked by depth and purpose, because those things come at the cost of practicality and esteem. We adore practicality. It makes us feel so capable and smart."

19 January 2017

Are you there God? It's me, Missy.

Today has been a rough day. I've been subbing every day but nothing popped up today which left me feeling a little stressed.

It's been snowing all day and the sun is taking a winter hiatus. Normally, I would relish a day like today. To sit home and drink hot cocoa with one of my many books I'm in the middle of. Maybe in another life where life is more secure and comfortable.

I wonder what good I am doing in my calling. For three months I haven't put a lot of effort into it. Frankly, I've been a little preoccupied with other earthly concerns. I'm squeaking by.

I feel like my prayers have been bouncing off ceilings and walls and floors and just not quite making it out the door. There are several items on my plate that I really would like an answer too, but God wants me to struggle on.

I get to look at this 2017 theme for a few days in my office before I tack it up at the church. If anyone lacks wisdom and understanding and assurance and peace, it's certainly me. I know those answers will come; sometimes it means getting out of the boat with a heart filled with trust; sometimes it means to keep paddling that boat even if it's in circles.

In the midst of my blue day, one of my Laurels tagged me in an Instagram post. The original post said, "When serving in the Church we have the chance to make a big difference. Tag a leader who has changed your life!"

That one little tag of encouragement made all the difference and brightened my soul. I love each one of them. This calling has given me a small glimpse into one aspect of the atonement, the individual sacrifice for each person.

Christ did not carry out the atonement for all of mankind as a collective whole. He did it one by one. That is how I have tried to minister to these girls. One by one. A dance performance here. A text there. A note in the mail. A sunshine basket for another. I've wanted them to know they are loved most importantly as an individual more than a collective whole as the Lake Point Young Women.

Life is good. I often tell myself on bad days that "this too shall pass." However, those good days "too shall pass." It is inevitable that there will be bad days intermixed with the good. I'm grateful for one of my flock who sprinkled rays of sunshine into one of my stormy days.

16 January 2017

My full name -- Story #1

How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

How do you write your personal history?

One story at a time.

Family Search has issued a 52-week challenge to write one story a week. I've tried various methods over the years to record my personal history and am going to attempt to do so again. Not only is it good for posterity but who doesn't enjoy listening to personal stories when talks or lessons are given. Recall is going to be my stumbling block with this goal.

Nephi didn't begin recording his history until some 30 years later. Eight years in the wilderness; time on a boat; and time spent setting up a new life in a new place. Who's got time to write and record. I can understand why it took him awhile to get started. Lack of writing utilities I'm sure was also cumbersome. But I do believe that the Lord also wanted some time for his experiences to sit and marinate. With time comes perspective that allows you to really contemplate and reflect on experiences. The whole picture can be pieced together including the whys and hows which sometimes is quite impossible to do when you are smack dab in the middle of life.

STORY#1
What is your full name? Why did you parents give you that name?

My full name upon birth was Melissa Seamons. My mom and dad didn't believe girls should have middle names since they would have a long enough name when they got married. So neither me nor my sisters have middle names or initials. And that tradition has continued with both my girls -- Kiersten and Ashlyn. When I got married and eventually had to get a new social security card with my married name on it, I decided to include an S. as my middle initial which stands for Seamons.

The significance of my name is simply that my parents liked it. It was their intention that I would be called Melissa. However, Grandma Seamons began calling me Little Miss, Mystified, Miscellaneous, Missy -- anything but Melissa -- and my mom wasn't especially thrilled that the nickname stuck.

Nicknames are a big part of the Seamons family. I have a cousin we call Moose, another is Agnes; one brother named Mac, another Reedy-bug. Erik has been dubbed the Deadly One and Kiersten is Queen Bee.

I wish I could say I actually like the name Missy. It was fine as a child. I went to school with three other Melissa's so it was nice to be differentiated. As an adult, though, it's been hard to accept. I felt like I had this identity crisis, like I didn't know who I was. During my first week of college, my roommates knew me as Melissa until my mom called our apartment asking for Missy and no one knew who that was. Associations can be really hard to break and I still have a college roommate who refers to me as Melissa.

We moved to Magna and my church records identified me as Melissa. I never really corrected anyone until they would hear Tyler call me Missy. Our good friends, the Goldens, called me Melissa for a long time.

Since then I've corrected people from the start and tell them I go by Missy. That has worked for 10 years until I started substitute teaching. I always leave a note for the teacher about how the class went and now I had a dilemma. Do I sign it Melissa or Missy? In the system it shows me as Melissa, and in an effort to not cause any confusion I've signed my name Melissa. However, as I've gotten to know teachers on a first name basis, I will let them know I actually go by Missy.

Who knew a name could be so complicated!! At least there is little question as to whether I am male or female. And I rarely ever have to spell my name or pronounce it for anyone. I've come across a few doozies in my classes and feel badly for those whose names are way more complicated than mine.

Missy I am. And Missy I will always be.

These are the days of . . . 
*Covert trips to grandma's. Ash went without Alex for this 4-day weekend. We're all wondering when he's going to clue in that she isn't home.

*ACT tests. Erik took a practice ACT test and I proctored one of the sections. I came home with a test booklet for Nate to try at least the math.

*Not even an interview. I applied for a job as the librarian at Stansbury High School. I don't have a degree in library science and I don't have a license but I really think I could have done a great job and would have enjoyed it. I talked to the principal and they've already interviewed and will announce the new librarian next week. I'm bummed but not down-an-out. I'll simply move on with my other options.

08 January 2017

Surrendering

First I just have to say that Mother Nature has moved in a done a little decorating for us. The type of shingles we put on our house caused these icicles to form, looking like Christmas lights. Way cool, I think.


Lately, messages of faith and hope seem to appear on my screen, in my book, across the pulpit. They seem to be little messages from home to remind me that things are going to work out all right. Today's came from President Hinckley, one of the greatest optimists ever.

"You will come to know that what appears today to be a sacrifice will prove instead to be the greatest investment that you will ever make."

I'm on pins and needles every day, wondering and waiting to see what the Lord has in store for us.

And while I wait, I've been fearfully gleaning a few pages at a time of a book titled, Falling Free, with a subtitle that says "Rescued from the Life I Always Wanted." To be honest, this book intimates me. Not with its size, but with its content. Frankly, I'm downright terrified to know what's in it because God sends messages to me through the printed medium, and I'm so scared He's got a new chapter of life with my name written all over it.

"There's a difference between being too scared to do hard things and doing hard things scared. Communing with the God of the universe will inspire all kinds of unscripted movement and giant leaps past 'normal.' It will make surrendering seem like the safest place. Surrender is always the beginning of a better dream."

These are the days of . . . 
*snowstorm upon snowstorm

*so much snow that has FINALLY brought the deer down to our backyard after 6 years of living here (I'm not really sure how I feel about them munching away on my plants)


*Photo credit to Claudia Jackson, my neighbor.

01 January 2017

2016 Stats

My reading stats for 2016 show I read more this last year than any other year since I started keeping track of my books. That goal I made for myself last year to read more seems to have worked.

I look forward to reading even more this next year and delving into different genres. My two favorites to read are historical fiction and biographys/memoires and my book clubs are great in introducing me to books I wouldn't otherwise have chosen to read. One such book was Dreams from My Father, a memoir by President Obama. What a surprise it was to me that I quite enjoyed the book and found our lame duck president to be a decent writer.




Read more.

I've been blogging for nine years now. That's crazy. I never imagined with that first blog post in November 2007 that I would take to it like I have. However, this past year was the third lowest for number of posts. Unacceptable.

Write more.

I was thinking about my weaknesses the other day as preparation for a possible interview question. That's never an easy thing. To think about one's shortcomings. But one thing I do that drives Tyler crazy is I tend to cut in and finish sentences. I'm not listening like I should. I'm concentrating more on what my next sentence is going to be. I've been reading books and watching YouTube videos on how to communicate better to improve relationships. One of the best I've read lately is Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High.

Listen more.

I used to be a die-hard, new-years resolution kind of gal. I made them religiously and broke them just as religiously. I still believe in goals and setting them, but I view it more as projects I work to accomplish. And those I have an abundance of to keep me busy.

These are the days of . . . 
*Fake glasses.


Ash loves to wear glasses so Santa brought her some. Isn't she so cute? Much better than the nerdy ones above.


Although the other photo makes her look a little like Bono from U2? Eh?