This little guy is an exercising maniac! He hogs all my equipment, but at least he keeps me company. I had to buy 2 second-hand step boxes so I could do the workout in peace. When in the mood he will do the moves, but sometimes he just likes to watch, but I still can't use "his" step. I wish I could only get him to fold the pile of clean laundry in front of the tv while he is taking a break; but alas, he's not into that kind of exercise.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Working Out With My Buddy
The many phases of B. doing his exercise band workout. He won't let me have a turn, but at least he puts it away when he is done. smile emoticon
This little guy is an exercising maniac! He hogs all my equipment, but at least he keeps me company. I had to buy 2 second-hand step boxes so I could do the workout in peace. When in the mood he will do the moves, but sometimes he just likes to watch, but I still can't use "his" step. I wish I could only get him to fold the pile of clean laundry in front of the tv while he is taking a break; but alas, he's not into that kind of exercise.
This little guy is an exercising maniac! He hogs all my equipment, but at least he keeps me company. I had to buy 2 second-hand step boxes so I could do the workout in peace. When in the mood he will do the moves, but sometimes he just likes to watch, but I still can't use "his" step. I wish I could only get him to fold the pile of clean laundry in front of the tv while he is taking a break; but alas, he's not into that kind of exercise.
Making Mistakes... and attending to them
Dear _______,
I have been thinking of you lately. We no longer see each other, but you are definitely a part of my memory experiences. I want to take a minute to apologize to you. I want to apologize for any pain or suffering I caused or contributed to. I apologize if what I said or did has made it difficult to have a trusting relationship with church leadership, or other women. What did I do? I was inexperienced and afraid, and I said things I regret, and I didn't do things and say things I should have, which I also regret.
I see now, as I did then, that you were in a very vulnerable state and that you needed help. We all need help sometimes. I also saw that your husband was not able to handle the situation. I did not go into your home with the intention of doing harm, nor did I want to hurt anyone. I truly wanted to help. However, what I wish I had done is put my arm around you and told you how wonderful you are, how much Heavenly Father loves you and that things would be ok. I wish I had brought you dinner and sat down with you and your good husband and talked about things together. Unfortunately, that is not what I did. Instead I feel like I was a catalyst for change, but not without hurting you.
Women, especially women in your circumstances back then, tend to be the one that is focused on, for good and bad. I think we (those who want to help) know that men are much more fragile, and so we pile the attention on the woman. Unfortunately, I think if there is blame projected, the woman also gets the brunt of that whether it is said or not. I can imagine that she blames herself, and since she is the one people are saying these things to, she might think that she is the problem. It's not that way. She is just the more approachable, the one who will not lash out if confronted and she will accept help more readily. She is really the strong one when it comes to dealing with problems. Men can endure hardship, they are able to turn off emotions and keep working, but in facing truth and dealing with it to resolve it, they are often more fragile.
My point in all this is that I made mistakes, and you turned it around and made your life again. Your good husband responded to the catalyst and you worked together and turned things around. I have many regrets about my own part, but your part is one of success! In my inexperience, and maybe a little cowardice (?) I talked to you, but I didn't comfort or bless you, or invite your husband to share the load. I wanted to, but for many reasons I didn't. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?
I have always had great respect and admiration for you and ______; I still do. Having been through depression, I know it is something that is never gone, or at least the possibility of relapse is never gone, but we survive. We even thrive. You are proof of that, even when you feel you lack or fall down for a while. You are a loving mother and wife. I have seen you bear up under severe and heavy burdens. I have seen you get up and recover after being knocked down. You are a survivor, and a beautiful woman. May we all find what we need to move forward as we surrender to our circumstances in Christ.
I have been thinking of you lately. We no longer see each other, but you are definitely a part of my memory experiences. I want to take a minute to apologize to you. I want to apologize for any pain or suffering I caused or contributed to. I apologize if what I said or did has made it difficult to have a trusting relationship with church leadership, or other women. What did I do? I was inexperienced and afraid, and I said things I regret, and I didn't do things and say things I should have, which I also regret.
I see now, as I did then, that you were in a very vulnerable state and that you needed help. We all need help sometimes. I also saw that your husband was not able to handle the situation. I did not go into your home with the intention of doing harm, nor did I want to hurt anyone. I truly wanted to help. However, what I wish I had done is put my arm around you and told you how wonderful you are, how much Heavenly Father loves you and that things would be ok. I wish I had brought you dinner and sat down with you and your good husband and talked about things together. Unfortunately, that is not what I did. Instead I feel like I was a catalyst for change, but not without hurting you.
Women, especially women in your circumstances back then, tend to be the one that is focused on, for good and bad. I think we (those who want to help) know that men are much more fragile, and so we pile the attention on the woman. Unfortunately, I think if there is blame projected, the woman also gets the brunt of that whether it is said or not. I can imagine that she blames herself, and since she is the one people are saying these things to, she might think that she is the problem. It's not that way. She is just the more approachable, the one who will not lash out if confronted and she will accept help more readily. She is really the strong one when it comes to dealing with problems. Men can endure hardship, they are able to turn off emotions and keep working, but in facing truth and dealing with it to resolve it, they are often more fragile.
My point in all this is that I made mistakes, and you turned it around and made your life again. Your good husband responded to the catalyst and you worked together and turned things around. I have many regrets about my own part, but your part is one of success! In my inexperience, and maybe a little cowardice (?) I talked to you, but I didn't comfort or bless you, or invite your husband to share the load. I wanted to, but for many reasons I didn't. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?
I have always had great respect and admiration for you and ______; I still do. Having been through depression, I know it is something that is never gone, or at least the possibility of relapse is never gone, but we survive. We even thrive. You are proof of that, even when you feel you lack or fall down for a while. You are a loving mother and wife. I have seen you bear up under severe and heavy burdens. I have seen you get up and recover after being knocked down. You are a survivor, and a beautiful woman. May we all find what we need to move forward as we surrender to our circumstances in Christ.
Cowgirls and Cowboys
Lucy went to a birthday part and came home with this adorable sock horse stick. She immediately pulled together this outfit and started playing. Brent just had to get in on the fun too.
Hospice For Aging Electronics
Our home is what I refer to as, "the hospice for aging and dying electronics." I recently bought an iPhone 4 from a friend for $35.00, which I don't use as a phone. I use it as a camera and an iPod-like device. It's been a very good, and less expensive, way to introduce myself to the smart phone format without having to pay the expensive monthly phone fee. That is what our flip phone is for, which elicits laughs of derision in some circles as well. We have 2 used Kindles, one which I bought at a yard sale. My kids each have a game boy, which are about 3 or 4 steps behind the current cool-kid device. They work well, and I've been able to gauge their interest in electronics for a lot less money than I would have paid for a tablet. We still watch VHS tapes on a VCR.
In addition to our compassionate use of aging devices, we also have a minimalist attitude when it comes to electronics used for entertainment; we also welcome all ages and kinds. We have a DVD player, and we finally upgraded our tv from the huge box model my husband bought sometime in the 90's. We have a flat screen, but it is tiny in comparison to most models. I also researched how to connect our lap top to our tv so we could watch something off the internet, and I figured out the necessary cables needed to make that happen. I am very proud of that, even though I know it is really not anything special.
There's a certain amount of peace that comes from keeping things simple and inexpensive, but this is sometimes lessened when I start to think about just how much I don't understand. I do what I can, and we enjoy them for as long as we can. :)
In addition to our compassionate use of aging devices, we also have a minimalist attitude when it comes to electronics used for entertainment; we also welcome all ages and kinds. We have a DVD player, and we finally upgraded our tv from the huge box model my husband bought sometime in the 90's. We have a flat screen, but it is tiny in comparison to most models. I also researched how to connect our lap top to our tv so we could watch something off the internet, and I figured out the necessary cables needed to make that happen. I am very proud of that, even though I know it is really not anything special.
There's a certain amount of peace that comes from keeping things simple and inexpensive, but this is sometimes lessened when I start to think about just how much I don't understand. I do what I can, and we enjoy them for as long as we can. :)
The first photo is the side of the kitchen that was the cleanest ... I need to spend a little more time at home alone! Shopping days are always chaotic, and oh how I miss clean counters. There's the book waiting to be read to my little guy before his nap sitting in the foreground underneath the boxed treat mix for FHE that evening. Then from left to right you can see the cookbook with recipes for dinner, the flour to fill the flour can, the penny box for a school fundraiser, the pile of student papers to go through (5th grade multiplication timed tests!), a teaching-at-home idea I'm still trying to get to, a valentine decoration to hang up and our poor beta fish in the back waiting to be fed. I will spare you the description of the chaos on the other side of the kitchen. People say that everything that's posted on FB is too "perfect" -- well, here's a little imperfection to add to the mix. :) Oh, and I can't forget the absolutely delicious "salsa macha" in the mason jar in the back. I need to make more!
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Raising the "right" hand
If you are not a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you may not understand this post. However, I think it applies to human nature in general, so maybe there's a little something for everyone.
Two years ago I decided that I would no longer raise my hand to "sustain" people in the callings they were given, or to thank them for the service they rendered, or to welcome them into our ward. This doesn't mean that I don't support them, appreciate them or welcome them into our ward -- I'm just not going to raise my hand like that. I also usually don't raise my hand to signify I "sustain" church leaders. This decision was the result of a process, and that process began more than two years ago.
When I held a calling in ward leadership, over time it was made clear to me that much of what goes on there (in leadership) is just the best that people have to offer; but it was not always the only way things could have been done and that it is fraught with problems that plague us all as human beings. Church leaders are not infallible.
There is also a fair amount of unconscious manipulation that attends those efforts. It is now my belief that anyone that has managed people and tried to get anything done uses manipulation on some level. It's a common part of our existence, but not everyone has the same motives. I'm not saying manipulation is ever the best way, but sometimes given the circumstances and the differences in our lives and personalities, it is the best that we can do. We are all being influenced, consciously or unconsciously, by someone or something every minute of our lives. We all do it, but motives are widely varied. I feel the current system of "sustaining" encourages in me an unhealthy complacency and to participate in it at this point would be just to pacify others. Sometimes I need to do things because others need it, but not in this case or at least not at this time.
It was also made clear to me that callings were given mostly based on who was available and the personal beliefs of the bishopric, often unconsciously held, of what the purpose of work in the Church was supposed to be. I think most members would say that, of course, the work of the church is to further the kingdom of God. However, many times we (myself included of course) think this work is something that we want to see happen - my will, not God's will. One person might unconsciously believe that the work of the church is to create a smoothly running organization that never steps out of their concept of propriety. Another might unconsciously think it is an organization that is supposed to make them look good as a person or a leader. I realized that I thought some of those things, but more compelling was my belief that the Church was supposed to further my views on social equality and justice as well as solve all the problems that plague human relationships. What a blow to my ego! All these years I had thought I was serving out of sincere devotion to God's will, but in reality I was serving to further my own causes. Not that my "causes" were wrong, but the intent when it came to serving in the church was flawed. I realized that when Christ was on the earth there were no major rules about how a meeting was held, or white shirts must be worn or all the other trappings we create to further our goals. Christ went about teaching faith in God, obedience to God, repentance and baptism. He helped individuals that came into his path, but he did not create a socially just nation, nor eliminate greed, corruption, abuse and the like. What were his "rules?" Keep the commandments, love God, love others, pray and do so to the Father in Jesus' name. Share the good news that He had overcome all, and that we can return to our loving Father as whole beings. So, I chose not to raise my hand to sustain callings anymore because I could never be sure of what that person was sustaining in their own heart.
In the past, as the result of a mixture of sincere devotion to the Lord, ambition to be the "best" at this devotion (ambition to be the "best" at something, anything), and ignorance (plus I have a nature that just wants to help others), I have abdicated my personal freedom to choose. I just gave it away. I have thought or said things like, "Whatever the Lord wants," or I thought that everything that I was asked to do in the church was perfect revelation of the Lord's will. I thought that if I did everything I was asked to do, then others would make sure I was not hurt. I would be changed into more than I was and that I would somehow be able to do all things I thought I should be doing-- did you notice the "I" in all that? I eventually came to a very serious emotional and spiritual point of breaking. I found myself blaming others for it, but in God's kindness and true love, He showed me that I had chosen it. I wanted to blame all my feelings and problems on the church members or the bishop, but it was not so. Others may have been unwise, or thoughtless, or selfish in some way, but I had chosen my fate. I am so grateful that God is so merciful! Choosing something doesn't mean I am doomed to destruction however; as I turned to God for more answers and help, he has healed me. It has not been easy, or painless. What continues to endure however is a strong desire to never again choose ignorance and to never again blame anyone for my choices. So, I don't raise my hand. It is my way of keeping things even and myself on the same level as someone in a position of leadership, and it is my way of keeping the idea of choice in a healthy and prominent place in my consciousness. I view it as a protection for others, and for myself. I choose to call the current bishop by his first name for this very reason, and I use that for everyone. I will call the stake presidency members, "brother" as well as an apostle, since we do not have a first-name relationship. I want to protect them from having to endure the tantrums of the entitled being that dwells within me when I don't get what I want. Heaven knows they already have enough to deal with. I must also protect myself from my own tendencies and weaknesses.
So, whenever the "sustaining" goes on I do my best to smile my kindest and brightest and sincerest smile and I leave my hand down, hoping that somehow the Spirit will be able to convey to others my sincere appreciation and concern for them. I tell people as often as I can I am grateful for their service, and I do my best to serve and work. God is ok with that -- I know He is, for I am doing my best and making the best choices I can. If I am wrong, at least I am now acknowledging that the wrong was my choice, and that is a step in the right direction.
Two years ago I decided that I would no longer raise my hand to "sustain" people in the callings they were given, or to thank them for the service they rendered, or to welcome them into our ward. This doesn't mean that I don't support them, appreciate them or welcome them into our ward -- I'm just not going to raise my hand like that. I also usually don't raise my hand to signify I "sustain" church leaders. This decision was the result of a process, and that process began more than two years ago.
When I held a calling in ward leadership, over time it was made clear to me that much of what goes on there (in leadership) is just the best that people have to offer; but it was not always the only way things could have been done and that it is fraught with problems that plague us all as human beings. Church leaders are not infallible.
There is also a fair amount of unconscious manipulation that attends those efforts. It is now my belief that anyone that has managed people and tried to get anything done uses manipulation on some level. It's a common part of our existence, but not everyone has the same motives. I'm not saying manipulation is ever the best way, but sometimes given the circumstances and the differences in our lives and personalities, it is the best that we can do. We are all being influenced, consciously or unconsciously, by someone or something every minute of our lives. We all do it, but motives are widely varied. I feel the current system of "sustaining" encourages in me an unhealthy complacency and to participate in it at this point would be just to pacify others. Sometimes I need to do things because others need it, but not in this case or at least not at this time.
It was also made clear to me that callings were given mostly based on who was available and the personal beliefs of the bishopric, often unconsciously held, of what the purpose of work in the Church was supposed to be. I think most members would say that, of course, the work of the church is to further the kingdom of God. However, many times we (myself included of course) think this work is something that we want to see happen - my will, not God's will. One person might unconsciously believe that the work of the church is to create a smoothly running organization that never steps out of their concept of propriety. Another might unconsciously think it is an organization that is supposed to make them look good as a person or a leader. I realized that I thought some of those things, but more compelling was my belief that the Church was supposed to further my views on social equality and justice as well as solve all the problems that plague human relationships. What a blow to my ego! All these years I had thought I was serving out of sincere devotion to God's will, but in reality I was serving to further my own causes. Not that my "causes" were wrong, but the intent when it came to serving in the church was flawed. I realized that when Christ was on the earth there were no major rules about how a meeting was held, or white shirts must be worn or all the other trappings we create to further our goals. Christ went about teaching faith in God, obedience to God, repentance and baptism. He helped individuals that came into his path, but he did not create a socially just nation, nor eliminate greed, corruption, abuse and the like. What were his "rules?" Keep the commandments, love God, love others, pray and do so to the Father in Jesus' name. Share the good news that He had overcome all, and that we can return to our loving Father as whole beings. So, I chose not to raise my hand to sustain callings anymore because I could never be sure of what that person was sustaining in their own heart.
In the past, as the result of a mixture of sincere devotion to the Lord, ambition to be the "best" at this devotion (ambition to be the "best" at something, anything), and ignorance (plus I have a nature that just wants to help others), I have abdicated my personal freedom to choose. I just gave it away. I have thought or said things like, "Whatever the Lord wants," or I thought that everything that I was asked to do in the church was perfect revelation of the Lord's will. I thought that if I did everything I was asked to do, then others would make sure I was not hurt. I would be changed into more than I was and that I would somehow be able to do all things I thought I should be doing-- did you notice the "I" in all that? I eventually came to a very serious emotional and spiritual point of breaking. I found myself blaming others for it, but in God's kindness and true love, He showed me that I had chosen it. I wanted to blame all my feelings and problems on the church members or the bishop, but it was not so. Others may have been unwise, or thoughtless, or selfish in some way, but I had chosen my fate. I am so grateful that God is so merciful! Choosing something doesn't mean I am doomed to destruction however; as I turned to God for more answers and help, he has healed me. It has not been easy, or painless. What continues to endure however is a strong desire to never again choose ignorance and to never again blame anyone for my choices. So, I don't raise my hand. It is my way of keeping things even and myself on the same level as someone in a position of leadership, and it is my way of keeping the idea of choice in a healthy and prominent place in my consciousness. I view it as a protection for others, and for myself. I choose to call the current bishop by his first name for this very reason, and I use that for everyone. I will call the stake presidency members, "brother" as well as an apostle, since we do not have a first-name relationship. I want to protect them from having to endure the tantrums of the entitled being that dwells within me when I don't get what I want. Heaven knows they already have enough to deal with. I must also protect myself from my own tendencies and weaknesses.
So, whenever the "sustaining" goes on I do my best to smile my kindest and brightest and sincerest smile and I leave my hand down, hoping that somehow the Spirit will be able to convey to others my sincere appreciation and concern for them. I tell people as often as I can I am grateful for their service, and I do my best to serve and work. God is ok with that -- I know He is, for I am doing my best and making the best choices I can. If I am wrong, at least I am now acknowledging that the wrong was my choice, and that is a step in the right direction.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Culinary Experiments
My kids hate this picture. "What is it?" you may ask, in a tone of disgust. It is one of my weird culinary experiments. I have been experimenting with making water kefir. The jar on the right has the kefir starter in it along with 2 figs and a slice of lemon. The fruit gives the kefir starter the minerals it needs to stay healthy, and they eat the sugar in the water that I added at the beginning. The second jar is kefir water and juice. I am letting it ferment until it is bubbly. I love the taste, but even I have to admit that it looks pretty gross. I found the idea on a blog, but she made it all look so much better. Here's how she posted it:
http://www.fermentedfoodlab.com/make-probiotic-rich-water-kefir/
It looks much prettier, and tastier looking too. It is very good for the digestive tract and has other possible health benefits as well. My kefir grains are now dead, so I have to order some more. They were given to me by a friend who used them for kefir made from milk, so I'm not sure that the water environment was really the best for them. You can buy specific water kefir starters so that's the next step. I think I will buy the mineral drops at the same time so my kids stop making gagging sounds whenever they see it; and secretly I will stop being repulsed by the look of it as well. :) Cheers!
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