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  • Lighten Up by Chieko N. Okazki

    Lighten Up by Chieko N. Okazki

    These are the highlights of the book Lighten Up that I read in 2021.

    “…” usually indicates the next part of the quote was later in the paragraph.

    Quotation marks indicate the author is quoting someone else.

    A line starting without a capitalized letter indicates my highlight starts in the middle of a sentence.

    This is a book written for members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints about going easier on themselves, and lightening up.

    Rejoicing in Diversity (Chapter 1-4)

    Chapter 1 Lighten Up!

    The greatest bridge of all is the culture of the gospel.

    Love is not just a nice feeling about someone. It is the pure and joyful pulse of the universe, and being in tune with it means you are in tune with the forces that bind together the stars on one hand and the atoms on the other.

    According to the measurements we usually use, for the most part Jesus did not make people’s lives physically better.

    We are the rainbow, but it is Christ who is the light.

    Chapter 2 Principles and Practices

    We should never compare ourselves spiritually to someone else.

    Sometimes we think we can’t be united unless we’re all the same – doing the same things, talking the same way, understanding a gospel idea the same way. I think the Apostle Paul has a very different opinion.

    Let us be careful not to snicker at jokes that demean and belittle others because of religious, cultural, racial, national, or gender differences.

    (on 300 families surveyed that were considered “Effective Mormon Families” by their stake presidents) 99 percent of these families always paid their tithing; 93 percent said they always accepted Church callings; nearly all of them were sealed in the temple;…When the interviewers asked if they usually had family prayer, 73 percent of them said yes; 66 percent usually held family home evening; 24 percent went to the temple regularly, and 28 percent had regular family scripture study…lots of leeway on practices. Yet all of these families were, in the opinion of their stake presidents, effective and successful. Isn’t that encouraging?

    (effective families continued) “You don’t have to come from a strong LDS family yourself to have one. Forty-nine percent of the husbands and 39 percent of the wives had not graduated from seminary. Only 21 percent of the husbands had been on missions. Twenty percent of the fathers and 18 percent of the mothers were not baptized at age eight. Between 15 and 18 percent were baptized after the age of twelve.

    “At some point, sometimes before marriage, sometimes as a couple, these people decided that their own children would be raised up in a gospel environment…. [And] they followed it up with action.”

    What’s the principle? Teach your children the gospel.

    Lighten up about yourself – and about other people.

    “Ideals are stars to steer by. They are not a stick to beat yourselves with.”

    If we focus on principles instead of practices, we free ourselves from the unwarranted and unnecessary burden of guilt that often ensues when our practices do not match those of everyone else. We also free ourselves from the even more terrible burden of judging others because their practices don’t match ours.

    “The one great stumbling block to our progress in faith is rule-keeping that does not spring from an honest heart…Jesus Christ never condemned the honest heart. His wrath was kindled against the hypocritically empty rule-keeping of the Pharisees.”

    If I know how you feel about Jesus Christ, I am much less worried with how you feel about many other things.

    Chapter 3 Walk in My Zori

    We cannot replay God for his blessings.

    Whatever your season is, enjoy it. Don’t try to concentrate on the tasks of another season.

    A mission…wisdom of our leaders…it is a full-time assignment that deserves and receives the missionary’s complete concentration. 

    Meet the season of your life wholeheartedly.

    Our marriage was like that – a team effort – and It might not have worked so well if we had spent much time thinking about who the leader was.

    I knew that I must not let this time of physical weakness become a time of spiritual weakness as well.

    (Lessons of the zori) One: Mutual obligation to each other…Two: relishing each season of life in turn without trying to rush through them all…Three: knowing that progress comes by teamwork and by each person in a marriage taking turns…Four: there is a time to bear heavy responsibilities and a time to let those responsibilities shift to someone else.

    My great task in this life is the task the Savior has given all of us: “Learn of me.”

    Chapter 4 Limitations: A Fine Line

    We waste tremendous energy when we fret about our limitations instead of getting on with those portions of our life that are under our control.

    (On consecrating what we have and what we are to the Lord’s work, a woman who said she “took my blackness with me…and that was part of what I consecrated. A woman cried saying she never had the privilege of doing this for a black woman before and she replied) “That’s one of the things I can do for you that no one else in the temple today could do.’”

    Magnifying our callings doesn’t mean multiplying our tasks.

    (The earth is ours. Why? Because we’ve deserved it? Because we’ve earned it?) No, because it is our Father’s delight to give it to us: “And it pleaseth God that he had given all these things unto [you]; for unto this end were they made to be used, with judgement…”

    When we can thank God for trials, tribulations, irritations, and afflictions, something happens to transform them into blessings.

    (Being grateful for fleas, concentration camp where guards let them be so they could read their Bible) “My mind rushed back to our first hour in this place. I remembered Betsie’s bowed head, remembered her thanks to God for creatures I cold see no use for” (The Hiding Place, pp. 2018-9.).

    I could have chosen to feel frightened and let the children and parents feel that.

    “And if [you] come unto me, I will show unto [you your] weakness. I give unto [you] weakness that [you] may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all who humble themselves before me; for if [you] humble [yourself] before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong” (Ether 12:27).

    Defining Ourselves (Chapters 5-9)

    Chapter 5 “For Such a Time as This”

    We, like Esther, have come to our place for such a time as this…”we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places”

    (Story of Elizabeth Francis Yeates conversion) “When I had read it all,” she wrote, “I said aloud ‘praise the Lord. I have found the right way at last.’”…”I could see no other way but to repent of my sins and to be baptized. I knew my people would bitterly oppose it when they knew it, and that my former friends would treat me coldly but it was worse than I ever thought.” That one sentence, “It was worse than I ever thought,” contains an agony of heartbreak.

    She did not falter. Her last moment of hesitation had come on the very brink of her baptism when she looked down into the dark river at midnight, December 4, 1855. (The ceremony was performed in secret because of the risk of persecution.) She wrote, “[I] felt as though I could not possibly go in it, but a Voice seemed to say ‘There is no other way.’” In faith, she took that step. “It seemed after that,” she wrote, “that every thing had changed. The scales had fallen from my eyes, and the gospel plan was glorious, and I covenanted with my Heavenly Father that however dark the clouds may be, if friends turned to be foes that by His help I would serve Him.

    “And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself (The Hiding Place, p. 239).

    “The Holy Ghost filled me with the awareness that my mother had been handicapped in mortal life. She had an emotional handicap, the source of which remains a secret to me. But she is handicapped no longer. And neither am I” (“Forgiving My Mother,” Ensign, August 1990, p. 49).

    Joy comes from serving others and delighting in our sisterhood – in ministering to rather than administering for each other.

    You, in whatever callings you have throughout your own life, will face many choices between serving the program and serving an individual. I believe that if we truly serve individuals in the Lord’s way, we’ll have less trouble with the program. There’s a wonderful story about President McKay that illustrates the distinction. Irene Bates tells the story, which involved her husband, Bill, the first British president of Manchester Stake in England during the 1960s. (The story goes – It was normal for stake presidents and two bishops to be invited to General Conference with all traveling expenses paid. Instructions came to have all bishops and branch presidents come. A stake president named Bill was sure this was an error, but eventually gave the names of all the bishops and branch presidents in his stake. There was one branch president who was overjoyed for the chance to go to General Conference. He and his wife opened up their home in their little town to have church. The local paper featured a story about the trip. Word came down that it was a mistake. The stake president was distraught. He called the president of the British Mission who provided the prophet, David O. McKay’s, direct number. The stake president “looked at the number for a long moment, then said, ‘I’ve got to do it.’” He phoned President McKay and laid the whole situation before him. His response: “You’re quite right, President Bates. It would be very wrong to do that to that good man. We must have them all come. Please do me a favor and let me call President Tanner.” Bill came out of the office with tears streaming down his face.

    Chapter 6 “A House of Glory”

    Each of us wants to be friends with time,
    Comfortable waiting for toast to pop,

    The trick is to find out
    whether a minute is worth more

    Crammed or empty.
    And, either way, to get on with it.

    Heavenly Father doesn’t save up all his spiritual experiences just for sacrament meeting or the temple.

    And that’s because you’re a temple – a living, breathing, walking temple on two legs with a spirit that’s in motion, seeing the needs of many.

    I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things.

    Chapter 7 Motherhood: Less Guilt, More Joy

    How grateful the entire house of Israel could be that Moses’ mother did not insist on being Moses’ only mother.

    Our agency is eternal.

    (speaking of her sons) it was far more important to us that they pay their tithing, attend their meetings, and administer the sacrament worthily than it was for their hair to be a certain length.

    “They have their agency.”

    (her son) instantly identifies and summarily rejects attempts to make him feel guilty about not being married. How foolish I would be to pick up the guilt my son has properly rejected and bind it on my own shoulders, to create a burden where none exists!

    (about mothers) guilt is a burden they need not pick up.

    Chapter 8 Defining Ourselves

    Now, the point I want to make is this: Ed was trying to be the best son, the best son-in-law, and the best Mormon he could be. I was trying to be the best daughter, daughter-in-law, and Mormon I could be. Those were three role definitions apiece we were trying to work out with our families and the Church – not to mention trying to be the best husband and wife to each other we could be. How we succeeded had a large impact on our self-esteem. But there came a point where we had to choose. Ed couldn’t be the best son – in terms of Japanese culture and in terms of what his mother wanted – and also be the best Mormon he could be. I couldn’t be the best daughter-in-law – in terms of what his mother wanted – and still be the best Mormon I could be. Being a good daughter-in-law was important to me, but being a good Mormon was more important. Being a good son was important to Ed, but being a good Mormon was more important. So he had to establish that definition of himself without knowing if his mother would ever come to terms with it. 

    Do you feel that newness? Do you feel that strong connection to Jesus and the love that he has for you? If you do, it makes it easy to choose being a good member of the Church first.

    Minimize the areas of conflict.

    You want your family to see that you’re a better, happier person as a result of belonging to the Church.

    Chapter 9 Three Ideas for a Brighter Life

    But it was the fear of making a mistake that paralyzed him, traumatized him, and made him dissolve in tears…. Does that happen to us sometimes?

    Old proverb – “He who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.”

    Sin involves two characteristics: knowing the law and willfully breaking the law

    D&C 80:3 “it mattereth not, for ye cannot go amiss.”

    The Japanese word for this self-motivated goodness is kigatsuku.

    Embracing Charity (Chapters 10-13)

    Chapter 10 The Pure Spirit of Charity

    (On teaching and knowing the first day what child would be difficult) I learned that I must go immediately to that child and return to him or her often during the day – to give a hug, to ruffle up his hair, to pat her shoulder. If I would do that, by day’s end, whatever in me sensed a difficult difference about that child had dissolved, and we had created the special bond that had come spontaneously with the others.

    (Her husband while Mission President in Japan, when a woman criticized him for helping to setup a tent) “My title may be president, but that only means that I am the Lord’s servant here in Japan.”

    Chapter 11 Surrounded by Samaritans

    We all know why children behave this way. They want to feel special and important – and Satan’s counterfeit way of achieving that goal, even in little children, is to make someone else feel unimportant, unspecial, wrong.

    (dream told by Jude Inmpey of the Aba area of Nigeria) “He dreamed he was at a major social event where an organ was being played, but the sound from the organ was painful. Upon investigation, he found that the organist was playing only on the white keys. The interpretation came to him sometime later at a Church gathering: ‘The Church has for many years played the white keys on the keyboard,’ he said, ‘and now they’re playing both the white and the black, and the music is much sweeter.’”

    But I think of growing up on a plantation in Mahukona. I think of the Hawaiian women in that tiny Mormon branch who welcomed a Japanese Buddhist girl who edged shyly in the door. They made room for her beside their own children, taught her to sing the hymns, and loved her – not because she was going to be the first counselor in the Relief Society general presidency fifty years later, but because she was there and because they had loving hearts.

    Chapter 12 The Power of Charity

    What I’m suggesting is that our expectations need to communicate confidence and joy, rather than anxiety and pressure.

    (Question she and her husband asked themselves when talking about goals for their sons) “If we continue with these same goals and priorities for Ken, will they help him reach his eternal potential?”

    He (Christ) talks about his Father who, in a parched desert land, sends rain “on the just and on the unjust” and permits his sun “to rise on the evil and on the good.” Then he says, “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father…is perfect.”  How is our Father perfect? In not withholding the blessings of this sun and rain – which I think are symbols for his love – for anyone.

    love doesn’t make distinctions about whether someone is evil or good, deserving or not deserving. Love will spill over in blessing, simply because that’s the nature of love.

    We only imperfectly grasp his (God’s) immense patience.

    the need we have to achieve perfection. There is no waste. And there is no haste. We will all have all the time we need. We have a loving Father who makes sure we will receive the experiences we need to achieve perfection. 

    we definitely don’t need to inspect other people.

    The reason “charity never faileth” is because we aren’t in charge of the supply department.

    Chapter 13 “Neither Do I Condemn Thee…”

    Neither do I condemn thee (John 8)

    For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, no anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8)

    Seeking the Light of Christ (Chapters 14-Epilogue)

    Chapter 14 Opening the Door to Christ

    The gospel is not a system that distrusts or despises the world.

    Illness and adversity are not punishments for being alive; they are natural accompaniments of life.

    If one great constant in the universe is the unfailing love of the Savior, the other great constant is his unfailing respect for human agency.

    He wants to hear real prayers, honest prayers.

    But who are we trying to kid? Jesus has just seen the stove where the spaghetti boiled over, and it was pretty obvious that wasn’t the only thing that had ever boiled over on the stove. He heard what you muttered when you picked up that one sock, just as you’ve been doing for the past eight years. He caught that worry about the dentist bill that flashed across your mind when you were putting toothpaste on your brush. He doesn’t want polite platitudes.  He wants you! All of you! He wants to be the center of your total life – the worried you, the mad you, and the sad you as well as the inspired, happy, obedient, loving you. 

    (From a missionary after saying a no substance prayer and wondering why God wouldn’t help her) “This time, I didn’t say a prayer – I prayed.”

    don’t think anything is too small for the Savior’s loving attention.

    Chapter 15 Spiritual Preparation

    But a life centered in the future is not really the kind of life that makes living today worthwhile.

    the gospel brings peace. Even when it stretches us and makes us work hard, it brings peace.

    (After listing all the “shoulds” in the church, or things we’re told we should do) You should do what works for you.

    many of the good women of the world (in whom there is often such an inner sense of spirituality) will be drawn to the Church in large numbers. – Spencer W. Kimball

    Chapter 16 “Learn of Me”

    There are two things I want us to remember about light: First, light doesn’t compete with darkness. It dispels darkness. And second, Christ’s burden is light.

    For all of us – whether we are converts or were born in the Church – there comes a moment when the gospel becomes real to us in a way that it hasn’t been before. These are moments of a reality beyond realness. They make a light go on permanently, a light that never goes off unless a line goes down or a switch gets turned off somewhere. If that’s the light that we share together when we feast on the scriptures and learn of Christ, then it is a light that dispels the darkness in our lives.

    One of the inevitable effects of true spirituality is light-heartedness, a generosity in happiness. 

    Jesus is our yokemate. When we take his yoke upon us, he’s pulling on the other half of the yoke. There aren’t many loads that are too heavy to pull if Jesus is pulling beside us.

    (Paraphrase of Matthew 7:9-10) “What Relief Society president is there among you, who, if a sister ask for comfort, will give her a lecture? Or, if she ask for more spiritually nourishing lessons, will give her guilt instead?

    To have faith in his identity is only half the principle. To have faith in his ability and in his power to cleanse and to save, that is the other half.

    We must have faith in Christ – not only that he is the Savior, but that he is our Savior.

    Stephen Robinson told another story that impressed me. His seven-year-old daughter Sarah asked for a bicycle. She was the only child on the block without one. Brother Robinson didn’t have enough money to buy her a bicycle at the time, so he sidestepped the issue by telling her, “You save all your pennies, and pretty soon you’ll have enough for a bike.” A couple of weeks later, he saw her do a job for Janet, then add the two pennies she earned to some others in a little jar with a slit in the lid. She showed him the pennies in the bottom and said, “You promised me that if I saved all my pennies, pretty soon I’d have enough for a bike. And, Daddy, I’ve saved every single one of them.”

    “My heart melted,” he says. “She was doing everything in her power to follow my instructions.” She didn’t know – though he did – that she would eventually have enough pennies for a bicycle, but by then she would be in high school.  So he took her shopping and they spent all afternoon looking at bicycles:

    Finally we found it – the perfect bicycle, the one she new in the premortal existence. She got up on that bike, and she was thrilled. She then saw the price tag, reached down, and turned it over. When she saw how much it cost, her face fell and she started to cry. She said, “Oh, Dad, I’ll never have enough for a bicycle.”

    So I said, “Sarah, how much do you have?”

    She answered, “Sixty-one cents.”

    “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You give me everything you’ve got and a hug and a kiss, and the bike is yours.” Well, she’s never been stupid. She gave me a hug and a kiss. She gave me the sixty-one cents. Then I had to drive home very slowly because she wouldn’t get off the bike. She rode home on the sidewalk, and…I drove along slowly beside her. 

    We all want something desperately – but it isn’t a bicycle. We want the celestial kingdom. We want to be with our Father in Heaven. And no matter how hard we try, we come up short. The Savior proposes, “I’ll tell you what. All right, you’re not perfect. How much do you have? What can you do? Where are you now? Give me all you’ve got, and I’ll pay the rest. Give me a hug and a kiss; that is enter into a personal relationship with me, and I will do what remains undone.”

    There is good news and bad news here. The bad news is that he still requires our best effort. We must try, we must work – we must do all that we can.  But the good news is that having done all we can, it is enough (“Believing Christ,” pp 51-52.)

    Chapter 17 Inviting the Dragon

    Epilogue: Strength in Every Season

  • San Junipero

    San Junipero

    I really enjoy the show Black Mirror on Netflix.

    For those who don’t know the show, each season includes independent episodes that usually (but not always) have a futuristic, technological theme.

    One of my favorite episodes is called San Junipero.

    I don’t love this episode for its ending. I love it for how it makes me think. Funny enough, I watched the episode a second time, 7 years after the first viewing. Usually when something really makes me think, I pull out my phone and start writing down my thoughts.

    In 2025 when I rewatched San Junipero, I pulled out my phone to take notes. I found notes I took 7 years prior. I didn’t remember taking those notes. But they fit exactly what I thought 7 years later watching the episode a second time. Good to see I’m consistent. Typing those thoughts out led to this blog post.

    In the show, San Junipero is a virtual reality where people can upload their consciousness to live and experience life much like in the real world. In San Junipero, people can eat, drink, laugh, dance, and do seemingly all of the things that you can do in real life.  

    The main character is named Yorki. Yorki meets a character named Kelly (I hope it goes without saying that there are about to be spoilers for the episode).

    Yorki and Kelly start a romance in San Junipero. In San Junipero, everyone is young and vibrant. We learn that in the real world Yorki is an old woman who was paralyzed at the age of 20 and has spent her entire life in a coma-like state. Kelly is an old woman who was given 3 months to live 6 months ago.

    We learn that Kelly was married for many years to a man named Richard. Kelly and Richard… well, I’ll let Kelly tell the story.

    The episode comes to a climax when Yorki is trying to convince Kelly to stay with her in San Junipero.

    This leads to one of the most powerful monologues I’ve ever seen on television. In exasperation and frustration at Yorki’s request, Kelly exploded (you can watch the exact clip on YouTube HERE):

    “49 years. I was with him for 49 years. You can’t begin to imagine. You can’t know. The bond, the commitment, the boredom, the yearning, the laughter, the love of it. The *expletive love. You just cannot know. Everything we sacrificed. The years I gave him. The years he gave me. Did you think to ask? Did it occur to you to ask?

    “We had a daughter, Allison. Always difficult, always beautiful. Died at 39 years old, bless her heart. And Richard and I, we felt that heartbreak as one.

    “You know when he was dying, Rich said to me, when they offered him this, to pass over, pass through, spend eternity in this *expletive graveyard you’re so in love with, he said, ‘How can I? When she missed out, how can I?’ And so he went. And I wish I could believe he’s with her now, that they’re together, but I don’t. I believe they’re nowhere. Just like you said. Gone…

    “And now you give me some sales pitch about how *expletive peachy forever could be. You want to spend forever somewhere nothing matters? End up like Wes. All those lost *expletives at the Quagmire trying anything to feel something, go ahead. But I’m out. I’m gone.”

    The episode goes on. You see a coffin being lowered into a grave next to Richard’s tombstone. You think that’s the end.

    Black Mirror is known for its twists. I love it for its twists. I hated this twist.

    Kelly is back in San Junipero with Yorki. She decided not to “pass on.” She stayed in San Junipero. The show plays background music of Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is a Place on Earth.

    While this may seem like a happy ending, the broader implications broke my heart.

    Obviously, I’m going to take this from a perspective of faith.

    There’s a lot to unpack here and a lot to consider. It’s why, despite my dislike for the ending, it’ s still one of my favorite episodes.

    Kelly could have “moved on” and spent an eternity with her husband and daughter. Instead she decided to stay in an artificial world.

    What is the lesson here?

    Her husband Rich had a particle of faith. Just a mustard seed of faith, you might say. Kelly couldn’t exhibit even that. She said herself, “I wish I could believe he’s with her now.” Wish. She Wishes. She hopes, probably. But she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t even give real honest effort. She could only wish and hope but she couldn’t believe. According to Kelly Richard didn’t believe, but clearly he tried to. From a faithful perspective, what did Richard get? An eternity with his beloved daughter. What did Kelly get? An eternity in a fake and counterfeit world.

    Kelly took the guarantee in front of her. She took what she knew. She chose earth. She chose an existence of “trying to feel alive” over eternal life.

    Kelly’s monologue makes mention of a place called the Quagmire. The definition of quagmire is: “a soft boggy area of land that gives way underfoot.” A land that gives way underfoot = unsteady, uncertain, unsure. A sandy foundation.

    The Quagmire was a disgusting, sad, pathetic place where people in San Junipero went to party. It was all grotesque acts, cage fighting, drugs – all the worst of the world. Why did so many people in San Junipero go to the Quagmire? A hell-hole of debauchery? Kelly in her monologue pointed out the reason the living souls of the dead in San Junipero went there. Why would they go to somewhere so horrible? Just to try to feel alive.

    This is another eternal point to consider. The Quagmire clearly represented hell. Hell is a lack of progression. Hell is a lack of purpose.

    What is life without purpose? What is your purpose?

    Kelly chose a fake world. Will her life there be happy? Maybe. It might even be amazing, from an earthly perspective.

    We know that people really will make this choice. When some die, they can’t enjoy an otherworldly experience because they are too attached to this world. It’s the reason Jesus said to leave all earthly things behind and seek after eternal things. There is so much in store for us if we can just seek it out. Some will choose this world and this life because they can’t garner the faith to hope for something so much more.

    For those that want a greater blessing, there will be an eternity of love and joy, and things we can’t even begin to wrap our minds around – amazing, spectacular, fantastic things. But if we get too stuck in this world, we’ll miss the opportunity for that so much more.

    The fictional Richard hoped for so much more. He wished for so much more. He believed it just enough that he received it. A blessed existence for eternity with his daughter.

    I so wished the show would have taken an “eternal perspective” for once. But alas, it is a show of the world.

  • Me and Moses

    Me and Moses

    Before you start reading, I will be comparing my WEAKNESS to Moses’s weakness. Don’t worry, I’m not comparing myself to Moses in a good way.

    I liked that title for this blog post because it gives off a good ‘ole image of Moses and I getting ready to go do some fishin’ or somethin’.

    There is never a moment I feel more like Moses than when I’m asked to speak in public, especially in church.

    I’m referring to Exodus 4:10:

    10 And Moses said unto the Lord, O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.

    When I first thought about coming back to church in ~2011 there was one overwhelming obstacle in my path: what if I’m asked to speak??? I know to many this seems absurd. But I hope it goes to illustrate how big a fear this was (and still is) for me. I have memories of being a deacon (12–13-year-old) in church and dreading a Sunday School class I learned would be spent reading scripture out loud. It filled my entire body with fear. It made me lock up. It made my throat tight. It made me gulp over and over. It made me sweat. I would start to feel like I might throw up.

    Some of you think you have a fear of public speaking.

    Now do you get how big a fear this was and still is?

    I know others have it worse than me.

    When I did finally come back to church in ~2015, I had to make a decision early on. That decision was that I would not let my fear of speaking hold me back. God had brought me back and I had experiences to share and people to help. Not only that, but I had to learn to lessen the control fear had on my life.

    I decided when I was asked to speak in church, I would accept. That was until that first text came in one morning asking me to give the opening prayer in church that day. I froze. Instead of responding to the text, I called a mentor (I miss you Jessie) and talked it through. He reminded me that if I said no today, when would it stop? By the time I responded to the bishopric member who asked me to give the prayer, he had already reassigned it to someone else. I was off the hook that day, but I promised myself the next time I was asked to speak, I would accept without hesitation, before I could let the fear and excuses set in.

    Little did I know how much that next call would try my faith.

    I was in the middle of studying for a work certification. I’d already failed the test once and this next test was extremely important. I’d been studying for weeks. The test was a couple weeks away when I got the call. I was asked if I could speak in church in two weeks. The excuses flooded my mind: I have this test I’m studying for, I can’t write a talk, and besides, the added stress…! I can’t, I’ll have to accept next time.

    Then I remembered the promise I made myself. 

    “Yes, I will speak.”

    That taught me an important lesson. If we let our fears control us, they will. There are always excuses why NOT to do something that makes us uncomfortable. I spoke two weeks later in church. Beth still talks about that day, hearing me speak, as being the first day I caught her attention.

    From that day forward if I was asked to bless the sacrament, give an announcement in church, say the prayer, teach a lesson, or speak, I always answered yes without hesitation. It petrified me every time. I remember one day I gave someone the Holy Ghost which entailed laying my hands on a friend’s head and giving her a priesthood blessing in front of our entire church. That same day I also blessed the sacrament in front of the whole church, and I gave a talk in front of the whole church.

    Any one of those things in a given day would have given me nightmares.

    Before sacrament, I started to feel sick to my stomach. I thought I was going to be physically ill. I went to an empty classroom, I knelt, and I prayed for help.

    “Please, Heavenly Father, please, just help me get through this. I need you.”

    That may have been the day I solidified my knowledge that I can’t do anything without God, I’m nothing without Him.

    When I gave that blessing to the friend, bestowing the Holy Ghost upon her, I walked up with knees shaking. I thought I was going to, at a minimum fall over, and possibly faint. My throat was dry, and it hurt. I’ll never forget the feeling when I put my hands on her head, with the whole congregation, heads bowed, waiting for me to speak.

    I’ll never forget feeling like a cold bucket of water was poured over my head. From my head down to my toes I felt a tingling. Calm overcame me.

    My grandpa used to say his favorite thing in the world was to give a priesthood blessing because it was the closest he ever felt to God. He said he could feel God in those moments speaking through him.

    That’s what I experienced that day.

    I wrote this on a day that I was speaking in church. I still get kind of sick to my stomach. I still get extremely nervous. I still have to fight back the panic.

    Sometimes people tell me they can’t tell I’m nervous when I speak. I appreciate that, but sometimes I just wish everyone knew. There’s power in putting it out there.

    For others who have this fear, and I know there are many, my biggest advice is to put it out there. Don’t shy away from your fear. When I’m extra nervous, I might just say, “I’m really nervous right now.” Then I feel like I’ve removed the question from those watching and from myself worrying about it. I’ve found this to really help when public speaking.

    I’m grateful for my fear of speaking. It’s assured me, and is a constant reminder, that I can’t do anything without God.

    For those wondering, on the day I wrote this, I did end up speaking and it did go OK. I was supposed to speak for 10 minutes and spoke for 22 due to an excess of time being available. I feel that with practice anything can become more comfortable, and that’s definitely the case with me and public speaking.

    I’ve now taken to challenging myself a little more, to see just how far I can take this reliance on God. The last time I was asked to speak in church I intentionally put zero preparation into my talk. I was asked to speak last minute, a couple days beforehand, due to someone canceling, and the topic was “personal revelation,” so I thought it was a fitting time to try it.

    I got up before the church with little idea of what I was going to share. As I looked around at the congregation, I knew what I wanted to share.

    I’m grateful for the opportunity to speak in church. I’m grateful to be able to share my thoughts and experiences. This fear is a constant reminder that I need God, and I’m grateful for this weakness. Every time I’m asked to speak I’m reminded how weak and silly I am. We can look at all our weaknesses this way, as a reminder of how much we need Him. I know as we do this we come closer to God and better appreciate all He has done and continues to do for us.

  • Blessing of Sickness

    Blessing of Sickness

    I think getting sick is a great blessing.

    Before anyone gets mad at me, let me clarify. I think short-term, temporary, not too dangerous, not too terrible sickness can be a great blessing. I’m talking the colds, the stomach bugs, the flu, the non-life threatening sicknesses are the best. Being sick sucks. It’s miserable. I’m the cliché ‘whine and cry more than anyone about being sick’ person, but, I am so grateful for sickness.

    Let me elaborate with a specific example.

    Sage started throwing up like crazy at 9:30pm, soon after going to bed. I got her out of bed. She was projectile vomiting and writhing in pain. We ended up at the hospital. We brought Sage home around 1:30am.

    Sage went right to sleep in our bed with Beth. I slept on the couch. I think I finally fell asleep around 2:00am. At 4:00am I awoke to a familiar sound, but this time it wasn’t Sage. My worry had come true. Ivy was crying. I ran to her room and turned on the light to find her, her pillow, and her quilt covered in throw up.

    I knew more was coming and was too exhausted to do the whole strip the bed and cleanup routine so I’m ashamed (not really, actually) to say I just cleaned it up and told Ivy to lay back down. I wiped her mouth, got a bucket, made sure she was comfortable, got a blanket and pillow for myself, and laid down next to her.

    For the next 2.5 hours, I could have set my watch to Ivy throwing up. Every 20 minutes from 4:00am to 6:20am when we finally got up, she would throw up. Just enough time for me to start to doze off while holding her hand. I’d hear it start, I’d jump up and give her the bucket, I’d wipe up any that missed, I’d wipe her mouth. Rinse repeat (pun intended?).

    This all sounds miserable, right? Where is the blessing in this? This is horrible!

    Well, it kind of is. No doubt it is heartbreaking watching your little ones be sick. It is heartbreaking. They can’t control it. They don’t know what’s going on. It’s sad.

    At 6:20am Ivy and I got up and cuddled on the couch. We put on the cartoon Doug by Ivy’s demand. 18 minutes into a 23-minute episode she said, “This episode is too long put on something else.”

    Ivy and I proceeded to have a Boy Meets World marathon. She was Sean for the rest of the day. I was Cory. Sage was Morgan. Sometimes I was Allen. If you don’t know those characters, step up your Boy Meets World knowledge.

    Sage woke up around 8am or something. This is all a blur now as I hadn’t really slept at all. Sage ate some grapes and I immediately put her back to sleep. Ivy and I were back to our marathon.

    Beth mentioned I should go pick up our prescription of Zofran. As exhausted as I was, I decided this was the best opportunity for me to do that. Ivy was getting tired. She went into the room with Beth to lie down and I packed up to go down the street to the pharmacy.

    Oh did I mention Beth was sick the whole day too? Side note, this is how things go in our family, I’ll likely be puking my guts out 24-48 hours after the rest of the family, I always catch these things on a delay. We joke it’s my Quackenbush DNA. My girls only have 50% of the Quackenbush DNA. The virus will get me, but I’ll fight it off for a while. (I can even more gratefully say now, as I wrote this a couple weeks ago, that I never got this sickness, boo-yah).

    I came back from the pharmacy and luckily got to sleep for an hour(?) before Sage woke up. I got Sage up and fed her some food. We spent an hour bonding, cuddling, and snuggling in the living room before Ivy woke up. I put Sage back to sleep and Ivy and I continued our BMW marathon before going on a walk.

    We walked around the neighborhood, sat in the grass, played eye spy.

    You get the picture.

    Came back. Sage was up. Feed Sage. Bathe Sage.

    Long day.

    Awesome day.

    It’s so hard to slow down in this world.

    Sickness makes us slow down. This was a special day. This is a day I will treasure.

    There were so many special moments. Like on our walk when Ivy held my hand to make me feel safe. Or when Ivy asked on our walk if I knew where the dumpster was and then told me, “You’re absolutely right.” All those sad but tender moments of grabbing a bucket and holding Ivy and telling her, “I’m here, you’re OK, I’ve got you” while she retched and threw up. Sage cuddling in my lap and looking up at me and I knew she knew she was safe and going to be okay. Seeing Sage and Ivy get better before my eyes – getting back to their normal selves.

    There were so many moments that were so important with my girls that day.

    I wouldn’t have had those moments if not for their sickness.

    Being sick is miserable. But it can also be really special.

    One final memorable moment – Ivy was going potty and I was about to get in the shower. I told her, “I’m going to shower and when I get out I’ll get you some food. You can have nachos or noodles or toast or crackers or a sandwich. Think about what you want when I get out.” Ivy’s response, “Dad, I’m not going to think of all those things.”

  • The Ten Virgins and Parenting

    The Ten Virgins and Parenting

    Ivy was recently watching a child’s video before church on Sunday.

    In the video, ten children were standing outside waiting for a bus to take them on a field trip. The children were going to a zoo and the ten children each listed what animal they were excited to see.

    In the animated video, 5 of the children were holding lunch sacks. The other 5 children were empty-handed. The 5 children with lunch sacks asked the 5 children without lunch sacks where their lunches were. The 5 children without lunch sacks had been busy playing and hadn’t prepared their lunches.

    The 5 children without lunch sacks said it would be fine. They said they would go make their lunches. But at that moment the bus pulled up.

    You know the story.

    I’m not going to reiterate the parable of the ten virgins here. What I’m going to do is elaborate on what this particular video made me think about with this parable.

    In this video, the children were irresponsible and didn’t prepare for their field trip and therefore would go hungry on their field trip. This is consistent with the traditional ten virgins story.

    What this representation made me think of, as many things do now, is of parenting. I looked at those 5 children without lunch sacks as young children, let’s go with kindergarten. As I watched, it was my opinion that it wasn’t fully those kindergarteners’ responsibility to prepare their lunch. It was likely their parents who didn’t prepare a lunch for them to take to the field trip. As my mind expounded upon this thought, I thought of all the reasons parents might not prepare a lunch for their children. Reasons include not having enough money to pack their child a lunch, not having enough time due to a busy work schedule, not being organized enough to remember to prepare their child a lunch, forgetting because a million other things are going on, or simply not caring enough to pack their child a lunch.

    I felt bad for those 5 children. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t have sack lunches. They were not prepared because their parents didn’t prepare them.

    As a kid who literally went on some field trips without lunch, I could sympathize with these children (love you Mom and Dad).

    You get this isn’t about sack lunches right?

    It is the responsibility of parents to prepare our children for the second coming of Jesus Christ. Just writing that, I realize most people mock the very idea. This is why we go to church. This is why we study scriptures as a family. This is why I read Ivy and Sage Bible and Book of Mormon stories. This is why we pray before every dinner and before bedtime. This is why I take Ivy with me to church meetings and to visit members of the ward.

    I’m grateful I was prepared with a spiritual sack lunch as I was raised. Even if my parents don’t think they prepared my sack lunch with enough sustenance, it was prepared. I was given the preparation, and I hope, despite all the shortcomings I’ll demonstrate in raising my girls, that my girls have a lunch with them on their field trip of life.

    I’d like to briefly go over those reasons parents don’t prepare their children.

    1 – Not having enough money to pack their child a lunch – this represents not having enough resources themselves. The church and those around you will make up the difference. Try.

    2 – Not having enough time due to a busy work schedule – I get being busy, I get it as much as anyone. We must make time for the most important things. We are preparing ourselves and our children to survive in a turbulent world and the world to come. NOTHING is more important.

    3 – Not being organized enough to remember to prepare their child a lunch – this one hits home hard. Sometimes I feel like I’m not organized enough and can’t give my children, my ward members, my family, and everyone around me all I can give. All we can do is try our best. Christ sees our efforts and He sanctifies and then magnifies those efforts.

    4 – Forgetting because a million other things are going on – feigned ignorance will not be an adequate excuse when we stand before the Lord and tell Him we didn’t prepare these tender little ones to know Him because we were too busy and forget. Realign your priorities.

    5 – Not caring enough to pack their child a lunch – this goes with point four above but is absolutely inexcusable.

    We have been given the stewardship of these children. We must rear them in righteousness.

    Jesus Christ is coming. It’s a fact. The world wants to deny it and focus on everything else. But it’s happening, and it’s important we prepare ourselves and our children.

    I am grateful to be a member of Christ’s Church and to have the great honor of raising two chloice spirits to know and worship Him. This is the greatest honor I could have in this life. It is a great honor and a great responsibility. I hope to one day stand before the judgment seat of Jesus Christ and tell Him, “I’m sorry. I know I made many mistakes. But I hope I did my best. Thank you for giving me these daughters that blessed me so. I hope that I made you proud.”