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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Chelsie Ann: Sisters at Heart & Now Forever

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Chelsie, Chelsie, Chelsie.

I have promised this post for a long time now. It was definitely time!

Let's start at the beginning. 

For those of you who don't know, I have five sisters and one brother. Just one! This means that I will only get one more sister added to the family EVER. I've understood this for as long as I can remember. Because of this, I have also been super picky about any girl that my brother liked because it would be the only sister added to the family. 

In other words, this girl better be top notch, as Karen and Kathy would say.

I still remember the first day that I met Chelsie. I remember my brother asking my parents if he could take this girl named Chelsie on a date. My parents asked the normal questions about her, and they even asked if her dad was Perry. I didn't know Perry, but I had heard his name a lot, and I knew he was the mortician. 

Then, Sam brought her home after their date to watch a movie or something at our house. I was sitting at the table when they walked in. I still remember what she was wearing. She was in skinny jeans and ballet flats. Hahaha I have a crazy good memory if y'all haven't noticed already! 

Anyways, I loved this girl from the beginning The first impression I had with Chelsie was different than any other girl that Sam had introduced my to. She was adorable! 

It was the summer before my Freshmen year that I met her, and it was also the same year that I was playing volleyball for the Varsity team at my high school. My coach was awesome, and pulled some strings that allowed my team to play in a tournament in Logan, Utah. Sam asked if Chelsie could come, which she did!

My team ended up winning the entire tournament, which meant we played about 9 games throughout that Saturday from about 9 in the morning until 9 at night. INSANE. But Chelsie stayed! I got to sit by her in the car, and this is the first time that I really started to get to know Chels. I still loved her! From that point, she and Sam spent a lot of time together.


We even had a Halloween party that she and her littler sister, Madie, came to. The relationship between Chelsie and my family started to grow, and my relationship with her family did, too! I loved it!

Eventually, I started doing things with Sam and Chelsie, and also, her friends, too! It meant so much to me that Chelsie would include me all the time because I never had a group of friends that would do things together. In fact, I can even say that I graduated high school with one friend that stuck by my side the entire time. I rarely got invited to do things with anyone I went to high school with.

Basically, Chelsie was the social life that I had in high school. 

One of my favorite memories with Sam and Chelsie was a few weeks before Sam left on his mission. Me, Sam, Chelsie, Madie, Sarah, and their cousin Sadie all went to a haunted house in Shelley. We had such a blast! Sam was making all of us laugh so hard!! We all told scary stories and freaked everyone out, but I love that kind of stuff. 

However, the dynamic of the relationship that I had with Chelsie changed on November 1, 2011. That was the night that Sam got set apart. I distinctly remember watching Sam and Chels saying goodbye, and it ripped my heart out. That is when I lost it. They were standing just in front of the fireplace, shaking hands, looking at each other. Both silent, but with tears streaming down their faces. I couldn't handle it. I still can't handle it. That was so hard for me to watch! 

At this moment, Chelsie went from being my friend to my best friend, my wing lady, my sister. Even though Sam and Chelsie weren't married yet, I already felt like she was a sister. I talked with Chelsie all the time! We shared our experiences and excitement of missionary letters and everything! Those two years with Sam being gone gave Chelsie and I an opportunity to become really close!

We made random trips to Shelley for football games, Idaho Falls for shopping, Chelsie was my prom date two years in a row, too! We had random food trips, sleepovers, hang outs, blog stalking, crying while we watched wedding and missionary homecoming videos, laughs, and we even almost died one time in Idaho Falls when we hydroplaned! Hahaha!


I can honestly say that I love Chelsie with all my heart! I could not wait until Sam got home and these two got hitched. It was fun getting to watch Chelsie being the cutest missionary girlfriend EVER. In fact, you all can go check out her adorable blog right here

I would run into people that would bring up waiting for missionaries. Everyone seemed to say that it never works. I disagreed wholeheartedly. There was even one boy that I got into an argument with last June over it. Obviously, none of these people had met Chelsie. If every girl was like Chelsie, there would be a ton of success stories! There was never a doubt in my mind that they wouldn't get married.

Now, fast forward to Sam getting home last October. I loved watching Chelsie's excitement as he got home, and they were reunited. It was so special! I was so glad that I got to witness it!

We all knew they would get married, so before Sam had even come home, we all had bets on when they would get married. Emily and I bet that they would get married in December. We even went so far as creating a Facebook event for their wedding. Emily and I had picked December 11 for their wedding, so when Sam got home, it was only time that could tell who would win the bet. 

Sam's homecoming was a week and a half after he got home, so I came back to college for a week and a half before returning home for the homecoming. I arrived back home on the Friday before his homecoming, and Saturday morning, Sam and I went to the Tater Trot at Jensen's Grove. On our way over there, Sam told me that he had something he needed to talk to me about on the way home.



Anyways, on our drive home, Sam brought it up! He said, "So, how do you feel about me and Chels getting married?" I looked at him and said, "Sam, if you don't marry her, I will. I support this 100%!" Little did I know that they had already signed a housing contract AND gone ring shopping! I made him promise me that I would be the first person they told. Sam told me he was planning on proposing to Chelsie on her birthday, which was the following Sunday.

So, Saturday night, I got in bed and remembered that the next day I would be getting a call from the love birds announcing the engagement. I didn't expect a FaceTime call at about 12:30! Right after midnight, they called and announced they had just been engaged. Ahhh! I was so excited!

They announced their wedding was December 27th! Emily and I were right that they would get married in December, but we picked the wrong day. Their wedding was so awesome! I am so glad that Chelsie is now my sister forever! It was beautiful, and I fought back tears all day!

CHELSIE, I know it has been three months since you two got married, but WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!

Now, we get to have adventures FOREVER!!! :)














Monday, March 24, 2014

Spa Night

Monday, March 24, 2014
Emily and I always like little adventures together.

Last week, our adventure was doing a spa night! We did a face mask, and it felt really good!

We did it while we watched Dumb and Dumber. When the face mask dried, it was hard to laugh at the show! Hahaha :)
Anyways, here are some cute photos of Em while she had her mask on!



Friday, March 21, 2014

Got Lucky? Well, I've Got 100 Lives

Friday, March 21, 2014
In honor of St. Patrick's day this week, I have been realizing lately that I am so lucky. It's almost ridiculous how lucky I am! I can't help but even chuckle a little at the thought of it.

When I meet people and they find out everything that I have been through, they almost always tell me how unlucky I am.

I BEG TO DIFFER.

Unlucky? No. Clumsy and accident-prone? OH YES. Lucky? Yes.

People think that cats have 9 lives. Well, folks, I think I have about 100 lives. 

Granted, I have had lots of experiences in my life that make me lucky to be alive, but I have had four experiences in the past month or so that have only reinforced how truly lucky I am---possibly the luckiest person around.

First reinforcement came about a month ago. I had one of those mental breakdown days when I am just so completely overwhelmed with everything in my life. I had so much on my plate that I didn't know where to start, so like always, I headed to the temple. I was driving there and noticed that traffic was the most I had ever seen on this road. {For those of you familiar with Provo, I was driving down 900---the same road as the MTC} I thought to myself that it was just because it was 4:00 and maybe everyone was finishing school. It wasn't horrible, just I seemed to wait for a couple rounds at each light before I could get through. Then, I reached the point where the traffic was bottle-necked. Oncoming traffic was coming into the left lane of the traffic going my direction. As I approached it, I saw an accident. It didn't look too bad at first. There was a van stopped right before the crosswalk at Heritage Halls with a car directly behind it. This car looked to have hit the back of the van. Then, there was another van that appeared to have swerved to miss the accident and was turned 90 degrees the opposite direction as the other cars. That, too, didn't look too bad. I couldn't even see dents in the cars! But then I saw the real reason why this accident had happened. There was a boy laying motionless in the crosswalk. He had dark hair, and it looked as though the people in all the cars had gotten out and were surrounding him. One man was putting a blanket on him and another girl was kneeling next to his head. She was on the phone and hysterical. Her other hand was caressing his head. The kid had been hit by a car. Police hadn't even arrived on the scene. 

I'm not going to lie. It scared the heck out of me. I am pretty sure I was traumatized from the image that I saw. I started bawling. Things like this really pull at my heart. Just as I arrived at the temple, the ambulance passed. I never saw the accident on the news or anything, so I am guessing the kid is still alive. I pray that he is okay.

Most of you already know, but for those that don't, I was hit by a car my freshmen year of high school. This is my storyI attended early morning seminary with my brother, and one morning, I didn’t pay much attention to my knee for another six weeks or so. I attended early morning seminary with my older brother, Sam. It was the morning after daylight savings, so when we arrived at school at 6:50, it was still dark outside. Normally, we arrived at 6:45, but just before we left, my family had scriptures and prayers like we did every morning, but then I had a prompting to put on my knee brace for school that day. Thankfully, I listened to the prompting. We parked in the back parking lot, then walked through the school so that we could cross the street for seminary. As I walked out the main doors of the high school, I oddly walked out the far left door. The odd part was that this door was broken. I knew it. Everyone knew it, but I still tried to go out of it. It wouldn’t open easily, and I ended up hurting my elbow from running into it. I struggled through the door, and stood on the sidewalk for a second to hold my elbow. As I did, I looked up and had a prompting to memorize the three cars across the street dropping students off to seminary. Not only did I memorize the cars, but I memorized who got out of the cars as well. My brother and I continued towards the seminary building, and as we crossed the street, the oncoming cars made me very nervous. One car in particular seemed to be getting closer and closer, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t stop. I was a few paces behind my brother as the car approached, and it didn’t slow down at all. I realized it wasn’t going to stop, and I had to brace myself for the hit. Because of my knee, I couldn’t get out of the way. I screamed my brother’s name and go this attention just in time for him to get out of the way, but I wasn’t so lucky. The car hit me right on, and I was thrown on top of the hood---the car still not stopping. My brother was able to reach over fast enough to grab me and hold onto me. With his arm, I was able to roll off the hood. Both my feet got run over, but I was surprisingly ok. Sam hit his fist against the window, and I had never seen that angry look on Sam’s face before. I watched as the car sped off and turned the corner. My brother literally grabbed my bag and dragged me to the side of the road. I was trying to piece together what happened, and Sam looked me in the eye, and he was furious. He asked, “Are you okay?” I said, “Yes, Sam. I’m fine.” I started walking into the building and Sam grabbed my backpack again and said, “No, Alice. Are you okay?” I once again reassured him that I would be fine, and we proceeded to class.

I went into shock for a few hours, and as a result, I didn’t tell anyone what had happened. Finally, as I came out of shock, I figured I should call my mom. It wasn’t until then that I had realized the extent of everything was. I had been the victim of a hit and run. I had to go to the police, and eventually we got everything worked out. Because I had memorized the car, I was able to tell the police the kind of car, the color, and who got out of the car. Because of my knee brace, I walked away without a worse injury to me knee. The man that hit me was in my stake, and he hadn’t scraped his windows that morning. He truly had no idea that he had hit me, nor that I was on the hood of his car! The police left it up to my brother and I whether or not we would press charges. We both knew the man and his son, and we knew it wasn’t intentional. We also knew that they struggled financially, too. We came to the conclusion that we didn’t want to press charges, just make sure the man scraped his windows. Ultimately, my family and the police were left shaking their heads at the complete miracle that I walked away from the accident fine and that I had been thrown on top of the car instead of underneath the car. I know that I was being watched over that day. 

Recently, a sweet girl back home was hit by a car in the same spot that I was. She also was going to early morning seminary. She ended up in the hospital with injuries that require major surgery. 

Three weeks ago, I was driving to my intramural game from Jacob Farnsworth's place where he had just opened his mission call when I noticed at an intersection, there were three police cars that I could see. The next day, I learned that it was a student from BYU that was riding her long board across the street when she got hit by a car. She wasn't expected to live, but she miraculously has. She is still in the hospital recovering. I follow her recovery and story here.

People. When things like this happen, I can't help but ask myself why I was able to walk away with minimal injuries. Why me? I am incredibly lucky to be okay.

The second reinforcement came when just about a week after I witnessed the boy laying in the street, the dear family in Pocatello was killed by carbon monoxide poisoning. Their story is here

The summer before my senior year, I was at a service project for my stake. We were cleaning up the Girl's Camp and since I could not lift anything due to my broken ribs, I volunteered to clean the bathrooms. In fact, this picture was taken right outside the bathroom that I cleaned. 


As you can see, the bathrooms are enclosed in this building with the only opening to the bathrooms and shower was this door. I was given a water pressurizer to spray down everything. After being enclosed with the water pressurizer for about two hours, someone came in and told me to hurry and get out. The building was full of carbon monoxide, and they had failed to tell me that. It never crossed my mind! I was sitting down in this picture taking a break. It wasn't until I sat down that I realized how light headed I felt. I had just been focused on cleaning the bathroom that I had not noticed. As the day progressed, I got a massive headache. The headache persisted for weeks, and my stomach constantly felt like it was queasy. I always felt like I was going to throw up. Not only that, but I was constantly waking up in the night shaking really bad, then it would all of a sudden stop---which was probably little seizures. It was the scariest thing. Everyone insisted that I was fine, so I never went to the doctor, but I know those were all a result of the carbon monoxide. All of those are symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning. 

Why was I lucky enough to make it out of that when that family didn't? Just another life of mine that I spent.

Third realization came when I was driving. I am going to preface this with saying that I am a very good driver, and I am usually very observant. However, this one night in particular, my life felt like a blur. Something had just happened in my life that I had least expected to happen. That's how I can best describe it. My mind was occupied. Haha! Karen and Kathy and I had to run to the store, and on the way back, I was just driving. Then, halfway through an intersection, both Karen and Kathy started laughing and were like, "What are you doing? That light was red." You guys! I was in such a haze that I didn't even notice. I had run a red light! It is nothing short of a miracle that no cars were coming on either side. How often in Provo are you driving down Bulldog Boulevard and no one is coming through a green light. I don't know if I can even put into words how lucky we were to not be in an accident. Now, I try to be extra observant when I am driving! Haha! But once again, there went a life of mine.

Last, but not least, it was Valentine's Day, and I was going to spend the weekend with my Aunt Connie. I got a 3-day weekend, so I wanted to spend it with her. I decided I would stop at WinCo really quick and see if they had my lactose intolerance drinks in stock. Sure enough, they hadn't. I parked the cart and drove to Bluffdale. Saturday night, we went out, and when I grabbed my purse, my wallet wasn't in it. I didn't stress over that because it was probably on the seat of my car because I had gassed up my car in Orem. Monday came, and I went out to my car to grab my wallet. It wasn't there. I panicked. I checked every inch of my car, my bags, my purse, my bed. I retraced every step that I took, and I could not find it. I decided to call WinCo just to see if I had somehow left it there. I called and described it to them. They asked my name, and sure enough. They had it. I remembered that I had set it on the seat of the cart. When I parked the cart, I hadn't taken it with me. I accidentally left it there. Whoops. I picked it up the next day, and it had everything in it. This is a miracle. I had my Driver's License, debit card, BYU id, and a good sum of cash in there. My wallet is HUGE, and I utilize all of its space. Only in Utah would I be able to ever get my wallet back. Haha!

Even though that wasn't another life, it sure was a scare. I am sooooo lucky!

Anyways, I have a lot of experiences and evidence in my life that only confirms how lucky I am. In fact, I can even replace the word lucky with blessed, or even watched over. I know that I am watched over and protected. 

I must have something in this life that I really need to accomplish because I have had plenty of opportunities to not make it, yet every time, I do.

Happy March. Happy Spring. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

May luck be ever in your favor. 

:)

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Developing Patience in the Lord's Timing

Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Growing up in Blackfoot, Idaho, the nearest temple to my house was in Idaho Falls, which was about a 30 minute drive. With my crazy schedule, and my family's crazy schedule, I think I can count on both my hands the times I went to the temple and did walk-ins. Granted, I did go a few times a year with my mutual group, but I will be the first to admit that I definitely took for granted the blessings the temple has to offer. I should have gone more than I did, but I didn't. If only I had, I think I could have dealt with high school differently. 

Thankfully, coming to college, I have taken full advantage of the temple here and the blessings it has to offer, Actually, the temple has become a safe haven for me. A place of peace and solace when my life seems to be falling apart. When the storms of life and the pain brought into my life due to others using their agency come my way, the temple has brought me so much comfort. I don't even know how else to say it. 

I have felt the Lord's arms around me while I wept.

Since I arrived here at college, I have been given the opportunity to make very difficult decisions that truly do determine my destiny. Anyone who knows me knows that I am extremely indecisive. I have a hard enough time deciding what I am going to eat for dinner. How am I suppose to make decisions that regard the rest of my life??

Simple. The temple. I have started taking these questions to the temple and having conversations with my Heavenly Father regarding which way I should go. So far, I have received the answers I needed. In some cases, I still haven't received my answers, but a simple, "Just trust me right now. Later on, you will get your answer, but for now, I need you to trust me."

So, I do. I trust him with my life. Literally.

However, there is something that I am learning more and more, and obviously, it's something that the man upstairs thinks I need to learn because more times than not, I learn this lesson in the temple. At least, I am presented with situations that cause me to think it must really be one of my large weaknesses. 

{Here's what I mean}

First, rewind to last November. I went to the temple on a Saturday morning with my buddy's ward. We arrived at 9:00, and I had a ward activity at noon. That should be plenty of time to get through right? Well, I arrived to see that the temple was more packed than I had ever seen it before. In fact, there weren't any lockers open for us, so the temple workers took all of us to the cafeteria to wait our turn. They gave each of the tables a number in the order they arrived. I think when we got there, we were table 13. As we waited, I was asked to lead the hymns for all of us to sing while we waited. I loved picking the hymns, and this was one of my favorite memories in the temple. The spirit was so strong. However, I was getting anxious to get done so that I could make it to my ward activity in time. Finally, after about an hour and a half of waiting, our table was #1. We were next! Then, the lady let four more tables go before us! I was getting very anxious by now. Truly, impatient. How could this lady let the other tables go before us? I had tried so hard to wait patiently, and now, I had to wait even longer. I soon realized how selfish it was for me to be so upset. I was in the temple. Shouldn't I be thankful for the longer time I get to spend in that wonderful place? It was a true test of my patience. I ended up being in the temple for four and a half hours. I missed my ward activity, but I was thankful for the experience, and I vowed that I would be more patient from then on. 

Now, fast forward a little bit to the beginning of January. Once again, I went to the temple on Saturday. Each temple has a little different system for making sure to keep everything organized. This particular temple, Mt. Timpanogos, gives everyone a number when they come in. I was #34. I changed and came back out to wait my turn for confirmations. I finished those, and awaited my turn for baptisms. They told me to go wait over in a chair that was far off in the back corner. I went and read my scriptures, but kept getting interrupted by the 13-year-old boys that don't know the difference between their voices and reverence inside the temple versus the outside. I remember being so frustrated with how noisy they were. I remember watching the clock. I arrived at 10:15. When I sat in that chair, it was about 10:35. I tried so hard to patiently wait my turn. I kept waiting for my number to be called out. I grew impatient because I needed to be back to my apartment soon. I had someone there waiting for me, and I didn't want to keep them waiting. Long story short, I eventually went and sat somewhere closer to the font so that they would hopefully notice me and send me to the font. Nope! Finally, a lady that was waiting for her daughter asked me what number I was. I told her that I was #34. She was surprised and told me they had sent the 30's back an hour ago. Seriously? Ugh. I was so frustrated. Once again, I told myself to calm down. I was in the temple. I needed to be patient. I went straight to the font and was able to be baptized and make it back to Provo around 1. Just in time!

Finally, last Friday, I went to the temple to do one family name. I have a stack of about 25 family names, but I like doing them individually so that I can try and get to know the person whose work I am performing. Anyways, I took this one in on Friday. Her name was Clara. I got there around noon, and I needed to be somewhere at 3. The temple was very empty, so I figured I could get done rather quickly. I was baptized, them confirmed right next to the font. They reassured me that I could go get ready and my name would be waiting for me at the desk on my way out. Perfect! I went and showered, got dressed, and brushed my hair. I went out to the desk and asked for the name. They informed me that my name wasn't there yet, but to wait on the bench until it got there. So, I waited and waited and waited. I waited for 45 minuted before I went back to the table and explained my situation. They went to look for my name, and it was lost. How do you lose 1 name? It had to be walked a total of forty feet to a table to be recorded. That was all! I waited for an hour and a half before my name could be located. Holy, that was a test of my patience as well. I can say, though, I was getting pretty good at waiting patiently in the temple.

Patience.

I need patience---being patient enough to fully trust in the Lord's timing. Trusting in the plan that has been set forth for me, and even though I try and plan my life, it is going to pan out the way He knows is best. 

There are so many things that I want to say, but don't know how to say them. So many feelings and emotions that I have felt that I want to write, but don't know how to put them into words. So many lessons I have learned, but have completely torn my heart apart in the process. I have had things happen that make no sense to me, but for some reason, make all the sense in the world. Seriously, my life could be made into a thousand different movies, each with a plot from the crazy things that happen in my life. However, so far this semester, the closest I have come to sum up the lessons I have learned come from this conference talk. Everything I have learned and continue to learn all point me back to this one concept---trusting in the Lord's timing. 

Here is a talk that I read at a very vital time in my life. The words struck me so hard. In my manual that this talk is in, I highlighted all the things that I felt were the advice that I needed to hear. I have bolded them for you all! :) However, this talk was phenomenal. Every. Single. Word. I find it no accident this was actually a BYU Devotional. If only every college student could read this and soak up every word of it. It would bring a lot of solace to us college students.

Timing
Elder Dallin H. Oaks
BYU Devotional, 29 January 2002

The most significant academic talks I heard during my service at BYU had one common characteristic. Instead of providing new facts or advocating a particular position, as many lectures do, the most significant talks changed the listeners’ way of thinking about an important subject. Though I am a devotional speaker rather than a lecturer on an academic subject, I am going to make that same attempt today. I will attempt to change some listeners’ ways of thinking about an important subject—the matter of timing.

I begin with a story I heard many years ago at the inauguration of a university president. It illustrates the importance of timing in university administration. One university president had come to the end of his period of service, and another was just beginning. As a gesture of goodwill, the wise outgoing president handed his young successor three sealed envelopes. “Hold these until you have the first crisis in your administration,” he explained. “Then open the first one, and you will find some valuable advice.”
It was a year before the new president had a crisis. When he opened the first envelope, he found a single sheet of paper on which were written the words “Blame the prior administration.” He followed that advice and survived the crisis.

Two years later he faced another serious challenge to his leadership. He opened the second envelope and read: “Reorganize your administration.” He did so, and the reorganization disarmed his critics and gave new impetus to his leadership.

Much later the now-seasoned president encountered his third major crisis. Eagerly he opened the last envelope, anticipating the advice that would provide the solution for his troubles. Again he found a single sheet of paper, but this time it read, “Prepare three envelopes.” It was time for new leadership.
The familiar observation that “timing is everything” surely overstates the point, but timing is vital. We read in Ecclesiastes:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; . . .
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; . . .
[A] time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; . . .
[A] time to keep silence, and a time to speak. [Ecclesiastes 3:1–2, 4–5, 7]

In all the important decisions in our lives, what is most important is to do the right thing. Second, and only slightly behind the first, is to do the right thing at the right time.People who do the right thing at the wrong time can be frustrated and ineffective. They can even be confused about whether they made the right choice when what was wrong was not their choice but their timing.

I. The Lord’s Timing
My first point on the subject of timing is that the Lord has His own timetable. “My words are sure and shall not fail,” the Lord taught the early elders of this dispensation. “But,” He continued, “all things must come to pass in their time” (D&C 64:31–32).

The first principle of the gospel is faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Faith means trust—trust in God’s will, trust in His way of doing things, and trust in His timetable. We should not try to impose our timetable on His. As Elder Neal A. Maxwell has said:

The issue for us is trusting God enough to trust also His timing. If we can truly believe He has our welfare at heart, may we not let His plans unfold as He thinks best? The same is true with the second coming and with all those matters wherein our faith needs to include faith in the Lord’s timing for us personally, not just in His overall plans and purposes.[Even As I Am (Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1982), 93]

More recently, during last April conference, Elder Maxwell said: “Since faith in the timing of the Lord may be tried, let us learn to say not only, ‘Thy will be done,’ but patiently also, ‘Thy timing be done’” (CR, April 2001, 76; or “Plow in Hope,”Ensign, May 2001, 59).

Indeed, we cannot have true faith in the Lord without also having complete trust in the Lord’s will and in the Lord’s timing.

Among the persons who violate this principle are those who advocate euthanasia. They are trying to take an essential matter that we understand to be determined only by God and accelerate its occurrence according to their own will or preference.

In our service in the Lord’s church we should remember that when is just as important as who, what, where, and how.

For a vivid illustration of the importance of timing we can look to the earthly ministry of the Lord and His succeeding instructions to His Apostles. During His lifetime the Lord instructed the Twelve Apostles not to preach to the Gentiles but “rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel” (Matthew 10:5–6; also see Matthew 15:22–26). Then, at the appropriate time, this instruction was reversed in a great revelation to the Apostle Peter. Only then, at the precise time dictated by the Lord, was the gospel taken to the Gentiles (see Acts 10–11).

As this example shows, continuing revelation is the means by which the Lord administers His timing. We need that revelatory direction. For example, many of us or our descendants will doubtless participate in the fulfillment of prophecies about the building of the city of New Jerusalem (see D&C 84:2–4). But in this matter the timing is the Lord’s, not ours. We will not be approved or blessed in clearing the ground or pouring the footings for that great project until the Lord has said that it is time. In this, as in so many other things, the Lord will proceed in His own time and in His own way.

We prepare in the way the Lord has directed. We hold ourselves in readiness to act on the Lord’s timing. He will tell us when the time is right to take the next step. For now, we simply concentrate on our own assignments and on what we have been asked to do today. In this we are also mindful of the Lord’s assurance: “I will hasten my work in its time” (D&C 88:73).

People who do not accept continuing revelation sometimes get into trouble by doing things too soon or too late or too long. The practice of polygamy is an example.

The importance of the Lord’s timing is also evident in His dietary laws. The Lord gave one dietary direction to ancient Israel. Much later, because of the “evils and designs” that exist in these “last days” (D&C 89:4), He has given us a Word of Wisdom suited to the circumstances of our time, accompanied by the promised blessings we need in our time.

The Lord’s timing also applies to the important events of our personal lives. A great scripture in the Doctrine and Covenants declares that a particular spiritual experience will come to us “in his own time, and in his own way, and according to his own will” (D&C 88:68). This principle applies to revelation (see Oaks, “Teaching and Learning by the Spirit,” Ensign, March 1997, 11) and to all of the most important events in our lives: birth, marriage, death, and even our moves from place to place.

Here is an example from the life of a prominent pioneer ancestor of many in this audience. Anson Call was in the initial exodus from Nauvoo. He and his family crossed Iowa in the spring of 1846 and reached Council Bluffs, Iowa, that summer. There Brigham Young was organizing wagon companies. He appointed Anson Call captain of the first 10 wagons. The Twelve ordered his wagon train to move west. It left the Missouri River for the West on July 22, 1846. Organized by priesthood authority, they were directed toward the Rocky Mountains, and they went westward with great energy.

After traveling more than 130 miles through what is now Nebraska, this first wagon train was overtaken by new instructions directing them not to proceed further that season. They found a place to winter, and then, in the spring of 1847, returned east and rejoined the main body of the Church on the Iowa side of the Missouri. There Anson Call and his family remained for a year, making further preparations and helping others prepare for the trip west. It was two years after their initial start westward in 1846 that Anson Call and his family finally journeyed to the valleys of the mountains. There the obedient and resourceful Anson Call was frequently used by Brigham Young to begin new settlements in the Intermountain West. (See The Journal of Anson Call [United States: Ethan L. Call and Christine Shaffer Call; Afton, Wyoming: Shann L. Call, 1986], 36.)

What is the meaning of this pioneer experience? It is not enough that we are under call, or even that we are going in the right direction. The timing must be right, and if the time is not right, our actions should be adjusted to the Lord’s timetable as revealed by His servants.

The Lord’s timing is often revealed in this way. Several years ago President Hinckley announced the construction of a large number of new temples, essentially doubling the number of operating temples of the Church from about 50 to about 100 in just a few years. Having additional temples has always been the direction to go, but until the prophet of the Lord signaled this as a major initiative, no one could have properly urged such a sudden and dramatic increase for the Church and its people. Only the Lord’s prophet could move the whole Church west. Only the Lord’s prophet could signal the Church to double its operating temples in just a few years.

In my conference talk last October I gave another illustration—the importance of following the Lord’s timing with those we try to interest in hearing the gospel message. Proclaiming the gospel is His work, not ours, and therefore it must be done on His timing, not ours. There are nations in the world today that must hear the gospel before the Lord will come again. We know this, but we cannot force it. We must wait upon the Lord’s timing. He will tell us, and He will open the doors or bring down the walls when the time is right. We should pray for the Lord’s help and directions so that we can be instruments in His hands to proclaim the gospel to nations and persons who are now ready—persons He would have us help today. The Lord loves all of His children, and He desires that all have the fulness of His truth and the abundance of His blessings. He knows when groups or individuals are ready, and He wants us to hear and heed His timetable for sharing His gospel with them.

II. The Agency of Others
The achievement of some important goals in our lives is subject to more than the timing of the Lord. Some personal achievements are also subject to the agency of others. This is particularly evident in two matters of special importance to young people of college age—missionary baptisms and marriage.

Last summer Sister Oaks and I were in Manaus, Brazil. I spoke to about a hundred missionaries in that great city on the Amazon. As I stood to speak, I was prompted to put aside some notes I usually use on such occasions and substitute some thoughts on the importance of timing—some of the scriptures and principles I have been talking about today.

I reminded the missionaries that some of our most important plans cannot be brought to pass without the agency and actions of others. A missionary cannot baptize five persons this month without the agency and action of five other persons. A missionary can plan and work and do all within his or her power, but the desired result will depend upon the additional agency and action of others. Consequently a missionary’s goals ought to be based upon the missionary’s personal agency and action, not upon the agency or action of others.

But this is not the time to elaborate on what I told the missionaries about goals. Instead I will share some other applications of the principle of timing, giving illustrations from our personal lives.

III. Applications to Our Lives
Someone has said that life is what happens to us while we are making other plans. Because of things over which we have no control, we cannot plan and bring to pass everything we desire in our lives. Many important things will occur in our lives that we have not planned, and not all of them will be welcome. The tragic events of September 11th and their revolutionary consequences provide an obvious example. Even our most righteous desires may elude us, or come in different ways or at different times than we have sought to plan.

For example, we cannot be sure that we will marry as soon as we desire. A marriage that is timely in our view may be our blessing or it may not. My wife Kristen is an example. She did not marry until many years after her mission and her graduation. Older singles have some interesting experiences. While she was at her sister’s place to celebrate her fiftieth birthday, her sister’s husband shared something he had just read in a newspaper. “Kristen,” he said, “now that you are a single woman over 50, your chances of marrying are not as good as your chances of being killed by a terrorist.”

The timing of marriage is perhaps the best example of an extremely important event in our lives that is almost impossible to plan. Like other important mortal events that depend on the agency of others or the will and timing of the Lord, marriage cannot be anticipated or planned with certainty. We can and should work for and pray for our righteous desires, but, despite this, many will remain single well beyond their desired time for marriage.

So what should be done in the meantime? Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ prepares us for whatever life brings. This kind of faith prepares us to deal with life’s opportunities—to take advantage of those that are received and to persist through the disappointments of those that are lost. In the exercise of that faith we should commit ourselves to the priorities and standards we will follow on matters we do not control and persist faithfully in those commitments whatever happens to us because of the agency of others or the timing of the Lord. When we do this, we will have a constancy in our lives that will give us direction and peace. Whatever the circumstances beyond our control, our commitments and standards can be constant.

Sometimes our commitments will surface at unexpected times and be applied in unexpected circumstances. Sometimes the principles we have taught to others come back to guide our own actions when we think we don’t need them anymore. A personal experience illustrates this reality. Most Latter-day Saint parents know the importance of giving their children reminders as they go out on a date. I did this with our children, and I think they heeded my counsel. During the time I was getting acquainted with Kristen, when I left the house to meet her, one of my children said to me with a twinkle in the eye: “Now Dad, remember who you are!”

The commitments and service of adult singles can anchor them through the difficult years of waiting for the right time and the right person. Their commitments and service can also inspire and strengthen others. The poet John Greenleaf Whittier wrote of this in his wonderful poem “Snow-Bound,” which contains this description of a dear aunt who never married:
The sweetest woman ever Fate Perverse denied a household mate, Who, lonely, homeless, not the less Found peace in love’s unselfishness, And welcome whereso’er she went, A calm and gracious element. [John Greenleaf Whittier, “Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl,” inSnow-Bound: Among the Hills: Songs of Labor: and Other Poems (Boston; New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1898), lines 352–57]

Wise are those who make this commitment: I will put the Lord first in my life and I will keep His commandments. The performance of that commitment is within everyone’s control. We can fulfill that commitment without regard to what others decide to do, and that commitment will anchor us no matter what timing the Lord directs for the most important events in our lives.

Do you see the difference between committing to what you will do, in contrast to trying to plan that you will be married by the time you graduate or that you will earn at least X amount of dollars on your first job?

If we have faith in God and if we are committed to the fundamentals of keeping His commandments and putting Him first in our lives, we do not need to plan every single event—even every important event—and we should not feel rejected or depressed if some things—even some very important things—do not happen at the time we had planned or hoped or prayed.

Commit yourself to put the Lord first in your life, keep His commandments, and do what the Lord’s servants ask you to do. Then your feet are on the pathway to eternal life. Then it does not matter whether you are called to be a bishop or a Relief Society president, whether you are married or single, or whether you die tomorrow. You do not know what will happen. Do your best on what is fundamental and personal and then trust in the Lord and His timing.

Life has some strange turns. I will share some personal experiences that illustrate this.

When I was a young man I thought I would serve a mission. I graduated from high school in June 1950. Thousands of miles away, one week after that high school graduation, a North Korean army crossed the 38th parallel, and our country was at war. I was 17 years old, but as a member of the Utah National Guard I was soon under orders to prepare for mobilization and active service. Suddenly, for me and for many other young men of my generation, the full-time mission we had planned or assumed was not to be.

Another example: After I served as president of BYU for nine years, I was released. A few months later the governor of the state of Utah appointed me to a 10-year term on the supreme court of this state. I was then 48 years old. My wife June and I tried to plan the rest of our lives. We wanted to serve the full-time mission neither of us had been privileged to serve. We planned that I would serve 20 years on the state supreme court. Then, at the end of two 10-year terms, when I would be nearly 69 years old, I would retire from the supreme court and we would submit our missionary papers and serve a mission as a couple.

I had my 69th birthday last summer and was vividly reminded of that important plan. If things had gone as we planned, I would now be submitting papers to serve a mission with my wife June.
Four years after we made that plan I was called to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles—something we never dreamed would happen. Realizing then that the Lord had different plans and different timing than we had assumed, I resigned as a justice of the supreme court. But this was not the end of the important differences. When I was 66, my wife June died of cancer. Two years later—a year and a half ago—I married Kristen McMain, the eternal companion who now stands at my side.

How fundamentally different my life is than I had sought to plan! My professional life has changed. My personal life has changed. But the commitment I made to the Lord—to put Him first in my life and to be ready for whatever He would have me do—has carried me through these changes of eternal importance.

Faith and trust in the Lord give us the strength to accept and persist, whatever happens in our lives. I did not know why I received a “no” answer to my prayers for the recovery of my wife of many years, but the Lord gave me a witness that this was His will, and He gave me the strength to accept it. Two years after her death, I met this wonderful woman who is now my wife for eternity. And I know that this also was the will of the Lord.

I return to the subject with which I began. Do not rely on planning every event of your life—even every important event. Stand ready to accept the Lord’s planning and the agency of others in matters that inevitably affect you. Plan, of course, but fix your planning on personal commitments that will carry you through no matter what happens. Anchor your life to eternal principles, and act upon those principles whatever the circumstances and whatever the actions of others. Then you can await the Lord’s timing and be sure of the outcome in eternity.

The most important principle of timing is to take the long view. Mortality is just a small slice of eternity, but how we conduct ourselves here—what we become by our actions and desires, confirmed by our covenants and the ordinances administered to us by proper authority—will shape our destiny for all eternity. As the prophet Amulek taught, “This life is the time for men to prepare to meet God” (Alma 34:32). That reality should help us take the long view—the timing of eternity. As President Charles W. Penrose declared at a general conference memorializing the death of President Joseph F. Smith:

Why waste your time, your talents, your means, your influence in following something that will perish and pass away, when you could devote yourselves to a thing that will stand forever? For this Church and kingdom, to which you belong, will abide and continue in time, in eternity, while endless ages roll along, and you with it will become mightier and more powerful; while the things of this world will pass away and perish, and will not abide in nor after the resurrection, saith the Lord our God. [CR, June 1919, 37]

I pray that each of us will hear and heed the word of the Lord on how to conduct ourselves in mortality and set our standards and make our commitments so that we can be in harmony and in tune with the timing of our Father in Heaven. I testify of Jesus Christ, our Savior, whose Church this is, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

 Isn't that the most incredible talk? I am working so hard on my patience as to fully ensure that I really am trusting completely in the Lord's timing. 

Thy timing be done!

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

My Life Through My Photo Stream

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I love life. It's that simple. I want to soak up every moment of it and remember it. I want to one day, pull out photos and show my kids and grandkids and tell them all the stories. Because of this, I take photos of just about everything. 

If I blogged about every event in my life that I took photos of, I would never stop blogging. I think I clean out the photos on my phone every two months...if that...and it is upwards of 1000 pictures.

Well, people, lots has happened in my life in the past little while. Lots of fun little things, so I figured why not just go through my phone and catch everyone up!

So,  here are all the random, silly, stupid, fun photos that haven't made it to my blog yet.

I was obviously very proud of my curly hair!


I got to visit the Idaho Falls Temple while Chelsie went through the temple.


And it was during Christmas time, so there was a very beautiful nativity scene!


I discovered I have a weird obsession with trees.


I love Egg Nog, even if I am allergic to eggs. 


The first gift of Christmas! It was from the Hawker's, and I got a remote controlled helicopter! SO PERFECT FOR ME.


Brooke taking over the family photos in our pajamas on Christmas Eve





Three sisters---different hair color, different skin tone, different eye color. How did that happen?



Oh, and Brooke...


I dressed up like Santa Claus...


Got a little fake blood on my forehead....

 

Roger fell asleep during our FaceTime chat...hahahaha


Finally got to go to lunch with my besties---Ashley Porter and Jessika Going


Hannah likes to leave me surprises on my phone



Had a few photoshoots


Fell in love with the look of a Christmas Tree


Received more answers and comfort in my favorite place than I have in my entire life. 




Discovered some old gems with my favorite Andy


Enjoy Sunday dinners with my favorite Roger


Decided that naps really are my thing after all!


Anyone who knows me knows that I have an obsession with fortune cookies. There is an art to opening and eating them to fully ensure that your fortune will come true. I keep every fortune that I ever open.



Had an AG partay




Ate some doughnuts while I ice skated





Had a Mac Attack


Got a few nasty bruises



Found this gem


Went to a basketball game with my family







Also found this gem


Ice Skated enough to become basically a professional



Went to Divine Comedy and got these rad glow sticks


Took a couple selfies


Found some more comfort and peace





Got an awesome fortune


Got a boyfriend


Visited Temple Square and went to Music and the Spoken Word with my Aunt Connie






Watched Robert Maxwell take some sick photos of Cole and Chase Critchfield that I got to edit!











Made a delicious sandwich---caramelized onion and cheese! Yummmmm :)


Figured out that I really do look like Miley Cyrus.


Saw Cosmo ride around campus


More basketball




Saw some beautiful skies


Cheered Mady Blake on at her gymnastics meet and finally got to meet her!




My yummy blister fell off finally! I can feel my finger again!




Found a Cole Rushton look-alike, but his name is Parker!



Caved in and ate one of these finally!


Drove through the mountains in an insane snowstorm




Discovered my sisters and I have an obsession with Vine





This is what really happens when the camera is handed to Brooke. I get caught doing something really dumb. Hahahaha I have lots of moments like this, but they are rarely caught on tape.


















































Hannah and Brooke are quite the stylists. They picked out the dress for me!


Road trips with Hannah and Brookie usually tire us out pretty quickly.




Hannah loves doing my hair, and I love people playing with my hair. Perfect, right?






The things that Brooke says and does are hilarious.



More hair adventures


Had another fun photo shoot with Hannah! And once again, changed the way that I part my hair.







Keep getting asked why I am single (Yes, this means that I broke up with Liam Hemsworth afterall)


Became more involved and helped out with a campaign on campus


Got featured (and became famous) on the BYU Football Facebook Page


As well as their instagram page!


Well, that's about all the photos that sum it up right now!

Don't worry, folks, I have a lot going on in my life right now. A lot of things are changing, and exciting opportunities are coming my way! :)

But for now, it is sleep time.

Night!


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