Sunday, August 21, 2022

August 2022, Week 2

*Today we taught our Sunbeam class about the first third of the book of Psalms.  Actually, we taught them that God has created a beautiful world for us and that we can trust that He will help us.  We went on a mini field trip, out the door and onto the grass, to look around at all the things we could see that God made for us.  It was so simple, but as we walked back inside, they said that the field trip was so fun!  We also played a matching game with pictures from the 23rd Psalm (Jesus as a shepherd, a green pasture, a rod and a staff, a full table, and a cup running over with hearts).  When we were leaving, one girl who has had a hard transition into "big kid" Primary said, "I'm glad I'm in your class!"  I'm glad we're in class together, too.

It was a delight!

August 2022, Week 1

*Today a new brother bore his testimony in Sacrament Meeting.  He has been a member for about five years, and he said he was so excited to find the church that he told everyone about it.  His son joined the church, but then his wife divorced him and his extended family won't talk to him and have made keeping a job difficult for him.  And then he said with tears, "But it is all worth it."  I am amazed by his faith and wonder if I could be so strong.  I hope so.

*Today I played the organ and the Sacrament song was changed just before we began the meeting.  I messed up a bit on it, but when I mentioned that, no one (in my family, at least) noticed that I had messed up.  That was a tender mercy.

Monday, August 1, 2022

July 2022, Week 5

*Today in church we sang the song, "Upon the Cross of Calvary" and it reminded me of some podcasts I've listened to about how sometimes in our church we focus on what Christ did for us in Gethsemane, but overlook what He did for us on the cross.  Because we generally don't use the cross as a symbol of our faith, sometimes we forget that His death on the cross is an integral part of His Atonement for us.  When you study the scriptures and the hymns, in almost every case it talks about how Christ atoned for our sins on the cross, and Gethsemane is rarely mentioned.  It was interesting when it was pointed out in the podcasts.  I'm grateful that Christ suffered for my sins in Gethsemane and on the cross at Calvary.

*Today in church it was my turn to give a talk.  I try to receive the Spirit through the messages in the talks each week, and so I prayed that I'd be able to share the Spirit with those listening today.  The topic was "What do I do, as a disciple of Christ, to help others feel the love of Christ?"  I'll put the talk here, in case anyone wants to read it.

It was a delight!

Good afternoon!  I’m excited to be able to speak to you today.  I thought I’d briefly introduce myself and my family since there are so many new people in our ward now.  My husband Ben and I have been in Wylie for thirteen years.  Our two oldest children, Scott and Emma, currently attend the Young Single Adult Ward in Dallas. We also have our three girls here, Gracie, Caytie, and Tessa, who are in Young Womens, and our youngest son Benson, who is our last one in Primary.  I have no idea how they have all gotten so old so quickly, but they bring us a lot of joy and “experience” in life.  


(A couple facts about me: I’m a Sagitarius, my favorite color is green, I like to cook but I don’t like to choose what to cook…)  One of my new favorite facts about myself is that I was just called to be one of the Sunbeam teachers in our Primary.  In my last 20 years of church service, about 15 have been in the Primary in some way or another, and I really feel blessed to have been able to serve there.  One of my favorite things about Primary is that you have to learn how to break down the gospel into its simplest form.  How do you explain the Atonement of Jesus Christ, or teach about why Nehemiah had to rebuild a wall in Jerusalem to three and four year olds?  You need to use the simplest terms, and it amazes me how easily the Spirit can slip in and testify to the truth of what you’re saying.  I was asked to speak today about how, as a disciple of Christ, we can help those around us feel the love of Christ.  What is a disciple, then?  What are the things that they do?


In Primary we often sing the song “I’m Trying to Be Like Jesus.”  Listen to the words of this song, because I think it teaches us perfectly what a disciple is and what they can do to help others feel the love of Christ: “I’m trying to be like Jesus; I’m following in his ways.  I’m trying to love as he did in all that I do and say.  At times I am tempted to make a wrong choice, but I try to listen as the Still Small Voice whispers, ‘Love one another as Jesus loves you.  Try to show kindness in all that you do.  Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought, for these are the things Jesus taught.’”  


In “non-Primary” language, Elder Robert D. Hales gave his definition of a disciple as “one who has been baptized and is willing to take upon him or her the name of the Savior and follow Him. A disciple strives to become as He is by keeping His commandments in mortality, much the same as an apprentice seeks to become like his or her master” (April 2017).  Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf added: “It is not enough merely to speak of Jesus Christ or proclaim that we are His disciples. It is not enough to surround ourselves with symbols of our religion. Discipleship is not a spectator sport. We cannot expect to experience the blessings of faith by standing inactive on the sidelines any more than we can experience the benefits of health by sitting on a sofa watching sporting events on television and giving advice to the athletes. And yet for some, “spectator discipleship” is a preferred if not a primary way of worshipping.  Ours is not a secondhand religion. We cannot receive the blessings of the gospel merely by observing the good that others do. We need to get off the sidelines and practice what we preach” (April 2009).


So then, what is it that we are supposed to be doing as disciples?  We can go back to the Primary song and try to be like Jesus.  He showed us throughout his earthly ministry what he wants us to do– He wants us to love one another.  To try to show kindness in all we do.  To be gentle and loving in deed AND in thought.  John 15:12 states, “This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.” 


How did Jesus show his love?  He showed kindness.  Sister Sharon Eubank explained that some people don’t feel accepted or acceptable: “The New Testament shows the great efforts Jesus made to reach out to all kinds of people: lepers, tax collectors, children, Galileans, harlots, women, Pharisees, sinners, Samaritans, widows, Roman soldiers, adulterers, the ritually unclean. In almost every story, He is reaching someone who wasn’t traditionally accepted in society. … It is an unwavering requirement of Christian disciples and Latter-day Saints to show true love to one another” (“Christ: The Light That Shines in Darkness,” Ensign or Liahona, May 2019, 74).  Interestingly, this is what is quoted on the Church’s “supporting people who identify as transgender” webpage.  We have a choice when we interact with people.  We can choose to be kind.


Jesus took care of the needy, and he fed the hungry.  I’d like to share a story about feeding the hungry, and you that are new will learn what an amazing group of people that we have in this ward.  You may have heard that six years ago Wylie was hit by a freak hail storm.  Those that have lived in Texas their whole lives had never seen a storm like this.  The hailstones were grapefruit sized, and were being flung around the sky with tornado-force winds.  The storm broke 14 of our windows and put hundreds of holes through the wooden decking in our roof.  It’s estimated that 80% of Wylie needed a new roof after this storm, so understandably, tarps and roofing supplies and roofers were in very short supply.  After the initial storm it rained again before many of us were able to get the windows and roofs tarped adequately.  The rain came through the holes in the decking and soaked our attic insulation, which made it heavy, causing interior ceilings to collapse (sometimes in the middle of the night on your bed), but even more seriously, it began to grow mold.  This ultimately forced us out of our home as experts cleaned the mold, and we lived in a hotel for five weeks.  Hotel rooms were also in high demand as a lot of people in the city needed big repairs, but we found two rooms for our family of eight here in Wylie, and even though they were on different floors, we felt blessed to have them.   


There are so many ways that people served us during this time, and so many tender mercies that I could share, but the thing I want to focus on today is this: our hotel rooms each had a tiny fridge and a tiny microwave.  Breakfast was provided, the kids had lunch at school, but I couldn't prepare adequate dinners for my family.  Our ward members created a sign up and invited us over for dinner in their homes for almost every weeknight for a month.  When we found out we still needed to stay another week, they offered to keep the sign up going.  At first I said no.  It was too much.  I couldn't ask for more.  A friend asked me, "But do you need it?" And when I admitted that we did, she said, "Then we want to do it."  The Roper family was hungry, and we were fed by the sweet disciples living right here.  We felt the love of Christ through you.


Jesus ministered.  (I had a stint in Relief Society recently, so I couldn’t leave this one out.)  When the Savior visited the Nephites, he invited each to come to him, one by one, and he blessed, healed, and prayed for them all.  This was not a small group of people, but he took time to show his love to each of them.  Because he is not now with us we are all invited to do as He would do and be ministers to each other.  This is easy to say, but not always very easy for us to do, and I must not be the only one thinking this because there is an article in the Liahona magazine this month called, “Have the Courage to Reach Out.”  It reminds us that the story of Esther, which we read this week in the “Come, Follow Me” readings, is perhaps best known as a story of courage.  Through Esther’s great faith in the power of fasting and prayer, she was able to go forward with a plan that ultimately saved the Jewish people.  We can look to her example of courage, even in ministering, as we set aside our fears to get to know someone and help them in their challenges.  Like Esther, we can use fasting and prayer to strengthen our faith to act.  We can have the courage to reach out, whether it is to get to know someone or to invite them to do something that will bless their lives.  God will help you.


President Nelson recently said on Facebook, “There is nothing easy or automatic about becoming such powerful disciples.  Our focus must be riveted on the Savior and his gospel.  It is mentally rigorous to strive to look unto him in every thought.  But when we do, our doubts and fears flee.”  We will not always get this right.  We will not always follow through when we need to.  But as TJ Nelson shared last Sunday, the great  thing about this church (and, I’d say, The Great Plan of Happiness) is that we get lots of chances to try again.  Let’s try to be like Jesus, try to love as He did in all we do and say, and try to listen when the Still Small voice whispers to love one another.  He wants all of His children to feel His love.  We are the tools He has to make it happen.  I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Monday, July 25, 2022

July 2022, Week 4

*Today in church we had a couple talks referencing pioneers, since it is Pioneer Day.  Later in the day, my family and I made pioneer wagon treats and watched the movie Seventeen Miracles.  I'm not sure I'll ever be able to fully appreciate the sacrifices my family members and other early pioneers really endured, and how they were able to come out on the other side better people, ready to face the challenge of establishing new settlements in the wilderness.  I can, however, be grateful for their willing efforts and for the heritage of faith that they've given to me.  I can do hard things, too, with the help of the Lord.  I can carry my faith as an ensign.  I can find peace.

*Today my Primary Activity Boys presented a fleece blanket we had tied at our last activity for the Primary President, who is due to have a baby in a week or two.  They were so pleased to give it to her.  I'm glad we were able to do that.  When I was a primary president and I had my baby Caytie, the Activity Day Girls and their leader made a quilt blanket for her, and I always appreciated them thinking of us.

It was a delight!

Thursday, July 21, 2022

July 2022, Week 3

*Today was my first time teaching as a called, set apart Primary teacher since 2002.  I loved it.  My class was listening and my co-teacher was helpful.  We were able to teach about Hezekiah and Josiah to three and four year olds in a way that was applicable to them (thanks to the very well prepared Come, Follow Me for Primary Manual).  If I had to choose a calling, this very well might be it.  I may be counting chickens before they hatch, but that's OK.  For today... 

...it was a delight!

July 2022, Week 2

*Today in church we had the best Sacrament Meeting talks, about how Heavenly Father knows and loves us, with some very personal stories shared.  (Also, I was sustained as a Sunbeam teacher, which I'm excited about!)  One spoke about "Heavenly-Father-Loves-Me-Moments" and the other spoke about his "why," or motivation for keeping on the covenant path.  I thought that instead of recounting the stories they shared, I should record my own spiritual touch-points, when I knew that the Lord was aware of me and loved me, which is what motivates me to continue doing what I do.  I may be adding to this as I think of more things...

--When I was about four or five, I was at home with my mom and younger brother Steven, who was probably three.  We were in a hurry to get somewhere, and Steven's shoes were lost.  I remember my mom being pretty anxious, and then she had us kneel down to say a prayer to find the shoes.  After praying, I said I was going to look in my closet.  My mom said she had already checked in my closet, but I went anyway, and there were his shoes!  I didn't think much of it at the time, because I just knew that that's where they were, but as the story was retold in gratitude by my mom to others, I realized that I "just knew" where the shoes were through the Spirit.  I have prayed for many more lost things.  I almost always find them.  I was grateful for this confirmation that God hears the prayers of his little children.

--When we lived in Tennessee, we lived about 25 minutes away from our church building.  One night after mutual, I was upset because I needed to get home to do homework, and we had to stay late because my mom had a meeting I didn't know about.  It got later and later and I got madder and madder, and by the time we got home and I did the homework, it was very late and I was boiling.  I knelt to pray before bed, and asked for help to calm down.  I was not expecting the answer I received.  I felt warmth from the top of my head roll down my body until I felt surrounded, as if I was wrapped in a blanket.  I was calmed and I was able to sleep.  I was grateful for the knowledge that the Spirit brings peace--sometimes even physically.

--As a youth in Tennessee, we took temple trips in the summer, since it was an eight-hour drive to either Atlanta or Dallas, our closest temples at the time.  It was generally a highlight of the summer.  One year I was being confirmed, and after one of the sisters' name was read, I was overwhelmed with a sense that this sister had been waiting, and was accepting her covenants in gratitude.  I was grateful for this confirmation of the work for those who had died was real and worth it.

--I used to collect snow globes, and one year my parents gave me a simple nativity globe with a music box that played "Silent Night."  One night I was alone in my room and I turned the key to make the music work.  I sat staring at the small statue of the mother Mary and Joseph looking with tenderness at their new baby Jesus.  I heard the words of the music in my mind and they resonated with me so strongly--"Son of God, Love's pure Light--Glories stream from heaven afar, heavenly hosts sing alleluia..."  I was grateful for this confirmation that Jesus had a humble start in this life, and was destined for so much more.

--I attended a regional conference when I was in high school.  Elder Richard G. Scott was the speaker, and he encouraged us all to find our own testimonies of the Book of Mormon.  I was thinking about his talk while I was reading the Book of Mormon one evening.  I knew that I needed my own witness, and I was at a stage where I knew what my parents and the church were teaching me seemed good, but if it wasn't really all true, it was a lot of work for nothing real.  I don't remember what exactly I was reading, but I said a prayer that I would know for myself if what I was reading was true.  I looked at the verse I was on, and I thought, "Well, I know that this verse is true."  I read the next one, and thought, "This one's true, too."  Then I realized that I had read the Book of Mormon all the way through before on my own and with my family, and everything that I had read was true.  I knew it already.  That was my witness.  It wasn't a verbal confirmation from the Lord, but it was a feeling that I had already been learning every day for years the truth He wanted to teach me, and I already had accepted it, and it was time to move forward with it.  It was so profound to me that this witness has become the greatest touch-point in my life.  I can come back to it whenever I have doubts or questions.  I know this Book of Mormon is true, so I can move forward in faith with all the implications that come with that knowledge.  I was so grateful for this confirmation that I was on not only a good path, but the right path, and that the truth of the Book of Mormon could help guide me for the rest of my life.

--I attended a session of EFY several summers as a youth.  I loved it every time.  I learned so many good things and felt the Spirit testify of truth often.  I remember a particular devotional that my counselor gave to our group.  She had us each go through a list of "sins" and give ourselves points for each thing that we had done.  After this, she said she was going to do that many push ups for each of us.  If we were too embarrassed to share our total number of points, she would do even more than the possible number of points for that person.  She said that this was like the Savior taking upon our sins and suffering for them.  She did go through and do push ups for each of us girls, even the one or two who wouldn't share their point total.  We were all in tears by the time she struggled through the last set.  I think this meant more to me than other devotionals because she was willing to suffer physically for our "sins," and I came to see how there truly was a physical component of suffering from our Savior for the sins we commit, and just like our counselor, He did it willingly.  I committed to keep the suffering that I caused Him to a minimum.  I was grateful for this connection to the reality of the love that the Savior has for me, even when I sin.

--When I was getting my Patriarchal Blessing as a senior in high school, I was feeling alone in the world (as many teenagers do), and I was hopeful for a witness that the Lord was aware of ME.  I undeniably got it.  I was grateful to feel known and loved by my Creator.

--I did something wrong.  I felt terrible.  I asked for forgiveness.  I felt forgiven.  I was grateful for the knowledge that the Savior's Atonement works.

--When I decided to go on a mission, I needed to sell my housing contract.  It was in December, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to find anyone who wanted it for the next semester.  I was getting ready for finals and didn't have much time to spend on selling it, so I listed my contract in the campus system.  I didn't hear back from anyone.  I thought, "What more can I do?"  So I fasted.  Very soon after that, my contract sold.  I was grateful for the witness that not only does the Lord love effort, but that fasting is a legitimate and worthwhile effort for when you want to do all that you can do.

Probably more to come....

Thursday, July 7, 2022

July 2022, Week 1

*We didn't know if we would make it to church today since we were in San Antonio for the weekend, but we woke up early and got on the road, and thanks to light traffic and a functioning car, we were able to make it home in time for our 1:30 pm meeting (and Scott and Emma even made it to their 12:30 YSA ward).  I didn't agree to sub for anyone, since I didn't know when we'd make it home, so I went to church with no responsibilities except to follow the Spirit.  I was grateful for the time to reflect.  The testimonies were beautiful and sweet, and a reminder that we can all do hard things when we remember the motivation and blessings that come.  We sang patriotic songs since tomorrow is the Fourth of July.  The third verse of The Star Spangled Banner was particularly touching.  I have not had to stand on enemy territory and see our flag from a distance, but I am so very grateful for those that have, and I pray that we continue to keep "In God is our trust!" as our motto, though faith in Him is fading all around us.  I went to Sunday School with Ben, and we have a new teacher who really prepared and presented a beautiful lesson about Elijah.  (The widow of Zarapheth was required to sacrifice EVERYTHING--but the blessings in return were EVERYTHING.  And a new thought I learned-- her cruse of oil could symbolize The Anointed One, and her flour could represent The Bread of Life--and they did not fail.)  It was a church service where I took more than I gave, but it was a good day.

It was a delight!