I went to work today and received some sad news from my friend and co-worker. I couldn't help but think about all of the good that I experience in my life.
I know that I have talked about this many times but it seemed appropriate to use this as a reminder.
I woke up, this morning, and didn't really feel excited to go to work. When I got there, and began doing my work, I quickly realized that my life is richly blessed.
I thought about how nice it is to have good health. I thought about my family and the intense love I feel for each member. It makes me grateful to have love in our home that brings peace and security.
Life is very good! The challenges will always be there but I am a firm believer that optimism is key to maintaining a good attitude.
Don't let a day pass without expressing your gratitude for all of your blessings. If you don't feel that blessed, start counting--it is a humbling experience.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Are You There?
Our family spent some time in Orem, Utah, as my parents were in town from Sacramento, California and staying with my grandparents. We decided to gather together at a nearby park and enjoy one another's company.
We stayed for quite awhile and as our boys and I set sail towards home, I watched as Danny began to quickly fall asleep in the back seat of our truck. I watched him in the rear view mirror and thought about how blessed I am to be a father to four very nice children. Several minutes passed by and I looked again in the mirror to see Danny's face. He wasn't visible at all. I quickly turned around to get a peak in the back seat. He was sound asleep and sprawled across the entire back seat of our small Toyota pick-up truck.
Knowing that he was resting, my thoughts turned to my gratitude for these two nice sons. They try so hard to do the right things. They want to make correct choices in their lives.
We had a wonderful time being together. We played several different games and got to run around a little bit, too.
I want to have our family around me. They bring me a great deal of peace and comfort. It is easy to keep good track of them, when they're young. I don't want to look in 'life's back seat' and wonder if they are really there. I want good choice making to be something I desire each and every day. I hope that our children will carry that same desire.
We stayed for quite awhile and as our boys and I set sail towards home, I watched as Danny began to quickly fall asleep in the back seat of our truck. I watched him in the rear view mirror and thought about how blessed I am to be a father to four very nice children. Several minutes passed by and I looked again in the mirror to see Danny's face. He wasn't visible at all. I quickly turned around to get a peak in the back seat. He was sound asleep and sprawled across the entire back seat of our small Toyota pick-up truck.
Knowing that he was resting, my thoughts turned to my gratitude for these two nice sons. They try so hard to do the right things. They want to make correct choices in their lives.
We had a wonderful time being together. We played several different games and got to run around a little bit, too.
I want to have our family around me. They bring me a great deal of peace and comfort. It is easy to keep good track of them, when they're young. I don't want to look in 'life's back seat' and wonder if they are really there. I want good choice making to be something I desire each and every day. I hope that our children will carry that same desire.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
I Will Do It Too
I have always had the belief that the things we ask our children to do, we should be willing to do ourselves. Today, our youngest son, Danny, asked if he could mow the lawn. He is eight years old and a hard worker. I told him that he could. While he mowed the grass, I edge around the sidewalk and the fence. I was amazed at his willingness to not only do the job but he did a neat and thorough job of it. I remained out there the entire time and after he had completed the front yard, I did the back.
From the time our kids were little, Becky and I have felt it important to work alongside them. The job becomes a family effort not a mandated chore that the kids learn to dislike.
When I was a young boy, my parents worked by my side and made the work enjoyable. I felt that their approach was wise. I feel grateful that Becky is a hard worker.
In the arenas of employment, those people who manage others might find it helpful to take this same approach.
The old saying, "many hands make light work" is very true.
There is great value in hard work. Hard work brings productivity into our lives. Self-confidence is strengthened. Families Are strengthened and relationships are solidified. Hard work makes the world a better place!
Friday, April 27, 2012
I Love Clean!
I was recently 'awakened' when I visited a home that would make the word filthiness be considered clean. I wondered to myself how a home could ever get in that sort of shape. I was also reminded of a few simple truths.
First, each one of us, in the human family, was created with order being the chief characteristic. I cannot comprehend that order and filth can exist in the same sentence. It is very clear to me that the eternal nature of The Creator, our Heavenly Father, is clean.
Second, It is humanly, and eternally, impossible for peace to exist within the walls of a home that is filthy. When I was a teenager, I was filthy. It wasn't very often that the floor of my bedroom could be seen without first, moving the clothing that was scattered all over. I must preface my story by emphasizing that my parents are, and always have been, clean people. So my filth was not a product of them or their teaching. My dad approached me, one afternoon, and all but pleaded me to clean my room and to please keep it that way. He taught me that he and mom tried very hard to create a feeling in our home that would allow peace and contentment to exist. Because it was their home, he hoped that I would respect their wishes and keep my room clean. From that day on, I tried, diligently, to keep my room tidy and clean.
Third, when a person is clean, they feel much better about themselves. There is truth in abundance about this statement. Cleanliness breeds confidence and self-worth.
Becky is a clean person, in every sense of the word. I rush home, each day, longing to be in our home where I will find and feel peace.
The adherence to this principle will help in the everyday lives of all people.
Cleanliness is not just a principle, it's a way of life.
I love clean in every facet of life.
First, each one of us, in the human family, was created with order being the chief characteristic. I cannot comprehend that order and filth can exist in the same sentence. It is very clear to me that the eternal nature of The Creator, our Heavenly Father, is clean.
Second, It is humanly, and eternally, impossible for peace to exist within the walls of a home that is filthy. When I was a teenager, I was filthy. It wasn't very often that the floor of my bedroom could be seen without first, moving the clothing that was scattered all over. I must preface my story by emphasizing that my parents are, and always have been, clean people. So my filth was not a product of them or their teaching. My dad approached me, one afternoon, and all but pleaded me to clean my room and to please keep it that way. He taught me that he and mom tried very hard to create a feeling in our home that would allow peace and contentment to exist. Because it was their home, he hoped that I would respect their wishes and keep my room clean. From that day on, I tried, diligently, to keep my room tidy and clean.
Third, when a person is clean, they feel much better about themselves. There is truth in abundance about this statement. Cleanliness breeds confidence and self-worth.
Becky is a clean person, in every sense of the word. I rush home, each day, longing to be in our home where I will find and feel peace.
The adherence to this principle will help in the everyday lives of all people.
Cleanliness is not just a principle, it's a way of life.
I love clean in every facet of life.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
I Want To Pump, You Up
I went outside to 'shoot some hoop', with our kids. I grabbed a basketball and intended to dribble it. As I did so, the basketball hit the ground and barely bounced up from the concrete. In an instant, I knew that the ball was flat and I would have to chose another one. I didn't give much thought to the flattened basketball, until today.
We are much like that ball. When we're properly inflated, we are able to function the way we were designed to be. The 'lumps and bumps' of every day life can deflate us. There are things that cause stress and make us feel overwhelmed. But there are things that we can do that will inflate us. Take a few minutes and help someone in need. Make a phone call to somebody who is alone and could greatly benefit from it. Make yourself available to visit a neighbor who is in need.
Who would have ever thought that a deflated basketball would remind me of something that I can do to become a better person? It's the simple things of life. And...whenever I grab a deflated basketball, I will think of what things I need to do.
We are much like that ball. When we're properly inflated, we are able to function the way we were designed to be. The 'lumps and bumps' of every day life can deflate us. There are things that cause stress and make us feel overwhelmed. But there are things that we can do that will inflate us. Take a few minutes and help someone in need. Make a phone call to somebody who is alone and could greatly benefit from it. Make yourself available to visit a neighbor who is in need.
Who would have ever thought that a deflated basketball would remind me of something that I can do to become a better person? It's the simple things of life. And...whenever I grab a deflated basketball, I will think of what things I need to do.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Doing Good
We attended a Cub Scout Pack meeting, last night. Our youngest boy, Danny received a few awards for his hard work and dedication. I watched him carefully as he accepted the badges, that are the awards. He is a good natured boy and has the desire to do what is right.
There is something to be said about being a good person--for no other reason than just to be good. There are good people all around. They come from different walks of life and their upbringings are dissimilar in every sense. The common denominator is always goodness.
I love to read about the acts of kindness from one person to another. These acts of kindness mold people into better human beings.
When Becky and I were first married, we knew a man that went to the same church that we attended. He was a quiet man but you could tell that he was a good man, trying to do his very best to live an honorable life. He had the responsibility of visiting our family, every month. He did the best that he could to see us every month. One Saturday morning, Becky and I could hear an unfamiliar sound coming from outside. It seemed close to our apartment but we didn't know for sure. I opened the front door to find this man and his two young children, chiseling away at the ice that had built up on the stairs leading to our residence. They had surprised looks on their faces but I believe my look was one of amazement.
I am thankful, even all of these years later, that this man had the wisdom to know that by helping somebody else, his life was richly blessed. I'll bet the lesson that his children learned was priceless. They not only saw their father serve, but they served right along his side.
There are scores of good deeds that will bless our lives. We live in a very fast pace, busy world. There are many things to do as pertaining to our own families. Becoming disciplined enough to find the time to help another, will bring blessings into our lives that will come in no other way.
Today, is the time to make a strong resolve to be a good person. It is rarely convenient, but well worth the effort.
There is something to be said about being a good person--for no other reason than just to be good. There are good people all around. They come from different walks of life and their upbringings are dissimilar in every sense. The common denominator is always goodness.
I love to read about the acts of kindness from one person to another. These acts of kindness mold people into better human beings.
When Becky and I were first married, we knew a man that went to the same church that we attended. He was a quiet man but you could tell that he was a good man, trying to do his very best to live an honorable life. He had the responsibility of visiting our family, every month. He did the best that he could to see us every month. One Saturday morning, Becky and I could hear an unfamiliar sound coming from outside. It seemed close to our apartment but we didn't know for sure. I opened the front door to find this man and his two young children, chiseling away at the ice that had built up on the stairs leading to our residence. They had surprised looks on their faces but I believe my look was one of amazement.
I am thankful, even all of these years later, that this man had the wisdom to know that by helping somebody else, his life was richly blessed. I'll bet the lesson that his children learned was priceless. They not only saw their father serve, but they served right along his side.
There are scores of good deeds that will bless our lives. We live in a very fast pace, busy world. There are many things to do as pertaining to our own families. Becoming disciplined enough to find the time to help another, will bring blessings into our lives that will come in no other way.
Today, is the time to make a strong resolve to be a good person. It is rarely convenient, but well worth the effort.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
The Song From Your Heart
I have enjoyed good music my entire life. The lyrics of a well-written song are meaningful and the melody of superb composition soothes the soul to its most inner core.
There are songs that are attached to memories that are very fond to me.
My younger brother, Gavin, was hospitalized with appendicitis, when he was a little boy. Because I was unaware of whether his illness was severe, I worried horribly about his prognosis. I was downstairs in our home and was very sad, and worried that somehow he was going to die. I turned on the radio, hoping to find some comfort in some music. A song came on and I listened carefully to it's words.
"You packed in the morning and I, stared out the window and I, struggled for something to say. You left in the rain without closing the door, I didn't stand in your way. But I miss you more than I, missed you before and now where I'll find comfort, God knows 'Cause you left me, just when I needed you most. Now most every morning I, stare out the window and I, think about where you might be, I've written you letters, that I'd like to send, if you would just send one to me.'Cause I need you more than I, Needed before and now, where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me, just when I needed you most. You packed in the morning I, stared out the window and I, struggled for something to say.
You left in the rain, without closing the door. I didn't stand in your way. Now I love you more than I, loved you before and now, where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me. Just when I needed you most. Oh, yeah you left me, just when I needed you most. You left me, just when I needed you most."
I heard that song as I was walking through the open market in Holland. A flood of the feelings I felt on that day, many years prior, poured over me.
Today, our family visited with my grandpa. During one portion of the conversation, a memory was shared about a time when grandpa and his older brother, Uncle Bud had sung a song. Without hesitation my grandpa began to sing the song. I will never forget that precious moment in time.
"In the little red school house,
With my book and slate,
In the little red school house,
I was always late.
I long to be back there where I was a scholar, in the days of yore.
How I'd stand right up there and hollar, "two and two are four".
When we should have been learning about the Golden Rule,
our little hearts were yearning for the swimming pool.
Oh how we'd sit and wait for the 4 o'clock bell,
the moment that we heard it we would run like...mad,
O golly gee, I want to be, in the little red school house.
Ten o'clock the spelling lessons just begun,
Johnny throws an ink ball just for fun.
Hits the teachers ear with an awful splat,
She turns around and says, "Who did that?"
Pretty little Percy in the very first row, raises up his hand and says, "Teacher, I know."
Little Johnny whispers to the teachers pride,
"You just wait till I get you outside."
Johnny's told to stand up with his face to the wall,
He says, "I don't wanna" and he tried to stall,
"If I stand up there I'll take an awful chance,
I've got a great big tear in the seat of my pants."
Teacher sends you home to wash your face and then,
you say, "Oh what's the use, it just gets dirty again."
Oh gee, I wanna be, in the little red school house."
There isn't anything better than the comfort of a song from the heart!
There are songs that are attached to memories that are very fond to me.
My younger brother, Gavin, was hospitalized with appendicitis, when he was a little boy. Because I was unaware of whether his illness was severe, I worried horribly about his prognosis. I was downstairs in our home and was very sad, and worried that somehow he was going to die. I turned on the radio, hoping to find some comfort in some music. A song came on and I listened carefully to it's words.
"You packed in the morning and I, stared out the window and I, struggled for something to say. You left in the rain without closing the door, I didn't stand in your way. But I miss you more than I, missed you before and now where I'll find comfort, God knows 'Cause you left me, just when I needed you most. Now most every morning I, stare out the window and I, think about where you might be, I've written you letters, that I'd like to send, if you would just send one to me.'Cause I need you more than I, Needed before and now, where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me, just when I needed you most. You packed in the morning I, stared out the window and I, struggled for something to say.
You left in the rain, without closing the door. I didn't stand in your way. Now I love you more than I, loved you before and now, where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me. Just when I needed you most. Oh, yeah you left me, just when I needed you most. You left me, just when I needed you most."
I heard that song as I was walking through the open market in Holland. A flood of the feelings I felt on that day, many years prior, poured over me.
Today, our family visited with my grandpa. During one portion of the conversation, a memory was shared about a time when grandpa and his older brother, Uncle Bud had sung a song. Without hesitation my grandpa began to sing the song. I will never forget that precious moment in time.
"In the little red school house,
With my book and slate,
In the little red school house,
I was always late.
I long to be back there where I was a scholar, in the days of yore.
How I'd stand right up there and hollar, "two and two are four".
When we should have been learning about the Golden Rule,
our little hearts were yearning for the swimming pool.
Oh how we'd sit and wait for the 4 o'clock bell,
the moment that we heard it we would run like...mad,
O golly gee, I want to be, in the little red school house.
Ten o'clock the spelling lessons just begun,
Johnny throws an ink ball just for fun.
Hits the teachers ear with an awful splat,
She turns around and says, "Who did that?"
Pretty little Percy in the very first row, raises up his hand and says, "Teacher, I know."
Little Johnny whispers to the teachers pride,
"You just wait till I get you outside."
Johnny's told to stand up with his face to the wall,
He says, "I don't wanna" and he tried to stall,
"If I stand up there I'll take an awful chance,
I've got a great big tear in the seat of my pants."
Teacher sends you home to wash your face and then,
you say, "Oh what's the use, it just gets dirty again."
Oh gee, I wanna be, in the little red school house."
There isn't anything better than the comfort of a song from the heart!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Last Words
It is interesting how quickly life passes. Becky and I went and visited my mom's parents, in Orem, Utah. They are getting older and their age limits what they can do. We could see the frustration that they felt that there were many things they cannot do. As we left their home, after giving them a hug and a kiss, I wondered how much longer they will live. I loved on my grandpa and as I walked down the hallway, I felt in my heart that his days are numbered on this earth. That caused me a little bit of sadness. I visited with him, all alone, for about fifteen minutes and I told him that I loved him so much.
Take just a moment and think about your own family. Go through and take an inventory of your relationship with each member and ask yourself, "Did I show, and tell each person that I loved them?"
Because so much happens, in such a short amount of time, you can never be sure that there will be a 'next' time to see them and express your love for them, in this life.
Make the best of every moment. The wonderful times spent with family will always create long-lasting memories that will always remain embedded in your heart and mind.
Take just a moment and think about your own family. Go through and take an inventory of your relationship with each member and ask yourself, "Did I show, and tell each person that I loved them?"
Because so much happens, in such a short amount of time, you can never be sure that there will be a 'next' time to see them and express your love for them, in this life.
Make the best of every moment. The wonderful times spent with family will always create long-lasting memories that will always remain embedded in your heart and mind.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Truth Will Sustain
I enjoy Sunday, as it gives time of concentrated focus on the religious part of my life, which is the most important part to me. Many months ago, a young man returned home from his service as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, in Costa Rica. His experience was rich with the love he shared with the people of his assigned 'field' of labor. One comment that he made, has stuck with me. He said that prior to his mission, he treated his innermost spiritual feelings, and actions, as a part of his life. Upon his return, after two years of full-time missionary service, he came to realize, and understand, that it was his life.
Today, I spoke to a congregation of Hispanic members of the LDS church. It was a meaningful experience for me. I felt their love for me as I shared with them my personal feelings of knowledge I have gained. This feels like a great opportunity to share a couple of those same truths.
Our Heavenly Father lives! He loves us and in completely aware of all that we experience today, and every other day that will follow. His Son, Jesus Christ, came to this earth because of the love He has for you and I. His purpose, was a divine mission to fully understand and personally take upon Himself, all of the mistakes that the human family would and is currently making. He knew all that we would do, and still fulfilled His mission. Without Him, we are nothing. It is only through Him that we may one day return back into the presence of our Father that we care about so deeply.
We are our Father's children and He loves us more than we can comprehend here in this mortal life.
These truths will sustain us through the trials we will face. They are truth! I am grateful for light and knowledge on this day of gladness.
Today, I spoke to a congregation of Hispanic members of the LDS church. It was a meaningful experience for me. I felt their love for me as I shared with them my personal feelings of knowledge I have gained. This feels like a great opportunity to share a couple of those same truths.
Our Heavenly Father lives! He loves us and in completely aware of all that we experience today, and every other day that will follow. His Son, Jesus Christ, came to this earth because of the love He has for you and I. His purpose, was a divine mission to fully understand and personally take upon Himself, all of the mistakes that the human family would and is currently making. He knew all that we would do, and still fulfilled His mission. Without Him, we are nothing. It is only through Him that we may one day return back into the presence of our Father that we care about so deeply.
We are our Father's children and He loves us more than we can comprehend here in this mortal life.
These truths will sustain us through the trials we will face. They are truth! I am grateful for light and knowledge on this day of gladness.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
One, Two, Or Three
We went this morning to watch as Danny played his final indoor soccer game. It has been a lot of fun to watch and support him. Their team is coached by a man who knows and understands the game of soccer. He has spent practice time teaching the kids the fundamentals of the game. He has taught them to know what they are doing, with each specific position, and why the player in a particular position does what they do.
I have long held out an opinion that many disagree with but I hope that you will try to understand the way I feel.
During my life, I have had the opportunity to participate is in many different things that, in the end, there are places by which the top participants are ranked. As a young kid, that was a big deal to be one of the top people.
Some years ago, during the Summer Olympics, a commercial was aired wherein was showed a Bolivian power-lifter. You know the guys with the humongous thighs that pick up the large bar with the huge weights on each side? They have to lift it over their head and hold it for a required amount of time. What stuck out to me was the fact that the 'power-lifter' wasn't necessarily the largest man, rather, he displayed 'guts of glory'. He struggled to lift the weight over his head, but once he did, he held it strong and firm. As the horn sounded to indicate that he had made the mandated time requirement, he dropped the large weight and began jumping up and down like a young excited kid on Christmas morning. The reality is that all of the excitement was not for first place. That final lift sealed up a third place finish which awarded him a bronze medal finish in the Summer Olympics. That performance qualified him for a top-tier finish at the pinnacle of his career.
My opinion is this. Why is it deeply ingrained in the minds of so many people that anything less than a first place finish is lacking? I watched that power-lifter celebrate as if he had outdone all other competitors. I believe that doing one's best has become lost in the determination to be the overall winner in everything. Too much pressure is being placed on attaining a singular spot defined as 'winner'.
I am a firm believer in doing the best that you can. Everyone has something that they can do better than somebody else. That is the beauty of being individuals. Ask yourself that in five years down the road, is anybody going to remember, or more importantly, even care that I won a Future Farmers of America jacket because I recited the FFA creed in front of the entire class? And what if you are a player on a team that wins the NBA championship?
Don't get me wrong. Winning is very fun to do, but there is only one winner and what with everyone else that has also worked tirelessly?
We want our kids to do the very best that they can do. If they win...great! If fourth place is their best...great!
I believe our focus has become a little blurred. It's just my opinion, so hold onto the tomatoes.
I have long held out an opinion that many disagree with but I hope that you will try to understand the way I feel.
During my life, I have had the opportunity to participate is in many different things that, in the end, there are places by which the top participants are ranked. As a young kid, that was a big deal to be one of the top people.
Some years ago, during the Summer Olympics, a commercial was aired wherein was showed a Bolivian power-lifter. You know the guys with the humongous thighs that pick up the large bar with the huge weights on each side? They have to lift it over their head and hold it for a required amount of time. What stuck out to me was the fact that the 'power-lifter' wasn't necessarily the largest man, rather, he displayed 'guts of glory'. He struggled to lift the weight over his head, but once he did, he held it strong and firm. As the horn sounded to indicate that he had made the mandated time requirement, he dropped the large weight and began jumping up and down like a young excited kid on Christmas morning. The reality is that all of the excitement was not for first place. That final lift sealed up a third place finish which awarded him a bronze medal finish in the Summer Olympics. That performance qualified him for a top-tier finish at the pinnacle of his career.
My opinion is this. Why is it deeply ingrained in the minds of so many people that anything less than a first place finish is lacking? I watched that power-lifter celebrate as if he had outdone all other competitors. I believe that doing one's best has become lost in the determination to be the overall winner in everything. Too much pressure is being placed on attaining a singular spot defined as 'winner'.
I am a firm believer in doing the best that you can. Everyone has something that they can do better than somebody else. That is the beauty of being individuals. Ask yourself that in five years down the road, is anybody going to remember, or more importantly, even care that I won a Future Farmers of America jacket because I recited the FFA creed in front of the entire class? And what if you are a player on a team that wins the NBA championship?
Don't get me wrong. Winning is very fun to do, but there is only one winner and what with everyone else that has also worked tirelessly?
We want our kids to do the very best that they can do. If they win...great! If fourth place is their best...great!
I believe our focus has become a little blurred. It's just my opinion, so hold onto the tomatoes.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Disappointment
I have known disappointment in my own life. As a young man, I felt discouraged when times of disappointment came my way. It is important for me to interject that there haven't been but a few times in my life, when I was really disappointed.
There isn't a person who is exempt from this feeling. Because there is so much that happens in our lives, the time will come, for sure, when each of us encounters it 'up close and personal'.
When I was in seventh grade, I tried out for the school boy's basketball team. The try-outs for very productive. I worked really hard throughout the duration. The coach's commented on my 'hustling' play. You have to understand that from a coach's stand point, I was very small. I worked hard, on the first day. It came time for 'cuts'. A few players were dismissed. It was clear why those players were no longer invited to participate--they lacked the ability to work hard. I made the first day of 'cuts'. The second day was more regimented and various plays were practiced. I knew very little about the plays they practiced but I felt like my ability to work hard made up for my lack of knowledge. The end of the try-out came and we all knew that a few last players would be dismissed, trimming the squad down to the final team. The first name was called out and then the second. I was relieved that I was still sitting. I looked around at the remaining boys and figured that the last boy to go came down to me and one other boy. Time seemed to stand still as the head coach looked at his sheet clamped to the clipboard that he held in his hand. "Derek Fish." The two most undesired words in the English language, at that very moment, penetrated deep into my ears. I hesitated, momentarily, hoping that time would rewind and another name would be called out. That didn't happen and Coach Tornell gave me the dismissed look that he had given to the other boys. I had worked my hardest and the disappointment felt more like anger. I left the gymnasium with a gut-ache.
The story of not making the Junior High basketball team is not the emphasis of this writing. I allowed my disappointment to penetrate so deeply, that I didn't ever try out for another basketball team in Junior High or High School. What a shame that was for me to have allowed one experience, that didn't go my way, to interfere with the potential of trying again and eventually making a team.
The lesson is clear. Disappoint does not discriminate. It comes to all people. It will continue to come in our lives. It's up to each of us to learn from and then "try, try again."
There isn't a person who is exempt from this feeling. Because there is so much that happens in our lives, the time will come, for sure, when each of us encounters it 'up close and personal'.
When I was in seventh grade, I tried out for the school boy's basketball team. The try-outs for very productive. I worked really hard throughout the duration. The coach's commented on my 'hustling' play. You have to understand that from a coach's stand point, I was very small. I worked hard, on the first day. It came time for 'cuts'. A few players were dismissed. It was clear why those players were no longer invited to participate--they lacked the ability to work hard. I made the first day of 'cuts'. The second day was more regimented and various plays were practiced. I knew very little about the plays they practiced but I felt like my ability to work hard made up for my lack of knowledge. The end of the try-out came and we all knew that a few last players would be dismissed, trimming the squad down to the final team. The first name was called out and then the second. I was relieved that I was still sitting. I looked around at the remaining boys and figured that the last boy to go came down to me and one other boy. Time seemed to stand still as the head coach looked at his sheet clamped to the clipboard that he held in his hand. "Derek Fish." The two most undesired words in the English language, at that very moment, penetrated deep into my ears. I hesitated, momentarily, hoping that time would rewind and another name would be called out. That didn't happen and Coach Tornell gave me the dismissed look that he had given to the other boys. I had worked my hardest and the disappointment felt more like anger. I left the gymnasium with a gut-ache.
The story of not making the Junior High basketball team is not the emphasis of this writing. I allowed my disappointment to penetrate so deeply, that I didn't ever try out for another basketball team in Junior High or High School. What a shame that was for me to have allowed one experience, that didn't go my way, to interfere with the potential of trying again and eventually making a team.
The lesson is clear. Disappoint does not discriminate. It comes to all people. It will continue to come in our lives. It's up to each of us to learn from and then "try, try again."
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Be Easy Going
A holiday was fast approaching and a particular man decided that a good gesture would be to do something special, on the holiday, for his young wife. With excitement, the man went to the store and purchased several small gifts as a token of his love for his wife with some spontaneity intertwined to make the holiday a fun occasion. His excitement built and the day finally arrived when the gifts he had purchased would be given to his lovely bride. The anticipation was great as he offered the small gifts. The look on her face was not what the young man had hoped it would be. In fact, her look was one of disgust. She uttered not a word but continued to unwrap the gifts, one by one, until all of the small gifts were opened. Her reaction of disappointment remained the entire time. She looked up at her young, and stunned, husband. "These are kind of stupid." Her punishing words were piercing. The young man stood speechless. The awkward silence continued for a few moments and then the young man walked away. That happened many years ago, and it is the last gift the man ever gave to his wife.
The first time I heard my friend tell me of his experience, my first reaction was one of disbelief. It seemed fabricated. The many years have passed but the open wound still exists. I believe that the hurt is real but at some point in time, the hurt needs to be set aside and my friend needs to move on.
The fact still remains that the tongue is an enemy. The words that exit out of the mouth need to be well thought out. I hold out hope that everything I say to Becky is kind and fun-natured. One of the damaging things people do in a relationship is speak thoughtless words to the one that they love the very most.
Being a good sport is a wonderful thing. To be easily entertained is also respectable.
The first time I heard my friend tell me of his experience, my first reaction was one of disbelief. It seemed fabricated. The many years have passed but the open wound still exists. I believe that the hurt is real but at some point in time, the hurt needs to be set aside and my friend needs to move on.
The fact still remains that the tongue is an enemy. The words that exit out of the mouth need to be well thought out. I hold out hope that everything I say to Becky is kind and fun-natured. One of the damaging things people do in a relationship is speak thoughtless words to the one that they love the very most.
Being a good sport is a wonderful thing. To be easily entertained is also respectable.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Our "A" Team
Becky and I went for a short ride in the van, last night. We have enjoyed going for "rides" since our days of dating. It allows us the chance to visit about the things that are going on in life. We have spent a fair amount of time trying to solve the world's problems. It is therapeutic for both of us to talk things through and to be in one another's company.
As we visited, last night, I felt so grateful for our family. I thought about Becky and all that she means to me in my life. She has been that joy, to me, for a long time now. The words that she speaks to me are soothing--her touch brings me great comfort. I love her more than words can adequately express. Our children bring us immense joy and there is a fulfillment that we get because of their goodness. I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to be a father. Parenthood is enriching. There isn't a day that passes that I don't thank heaven for the rich blessing of rearing children and teaching them the ways of truth and right. I am trying to be a stalwart example of somebody that in good and that they can look up to for solid guidance and unwavering direction. It is sure that they will get that by looking at their mother. She defines goodness.
It is in our home that I receive safety from the winds and storms of life. It is where stability resides. It is a place where I can be myself, all of the time. I can't thank my family enough for the love that I feel for each one of them. They are trying so hard to be good people. I recognize that they are not perfect, but neither am I, so they are in good company. All Becky and I have ever desired is that our kids work hard to make this world a better place to live in. We hope that they will treat others will love and respect. That isn't the easiest task. It takes patience and practice.
The family is an eternal unit, ordained of God. The organization of it is vitally important. Many families don't enjoy the feelings of which I previously spoke. I is the desire of my heart that more emphasis will be placed on the strengthening of the family unit in homes across the world. All other distractions should be set aside if they intrude on the family. I try to properly balance the business of life so that the time I spend with our family is meaningful and worthwhile.
The energy and time we invest in our family should be the best efforts that we have. There will be no greater opportunities to build and strengthen relationships than the time you spend with your family.
As we visited, last night, I felt so grateful for our family. I thought about Becky and all that she means to me in my life. She has been that joy, to me, for a long time now. The words that she speaks to me are soothing--her touch brings me great comfort. I love her more than words can adequately express. Our children bring us immense joy and there is a fulfillment that we get because of their goodness. I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to be a father. Parenthood is enriching. There isn't a day that passes that I don't thank heaven for the rich blessing of rearing children and teaching them the ways of truth and right. I am trying to be a stalwart example of somebody that in good and that they can look up to for solid guidance and unwavering direction. It is sure that they will get that by looking at their mother. She defines goodness.
It is in our home that I receive safety from the winds and storms of life. It is where stability resides. It is a place where I can be myself, all of the time. I can't thank my family enough for the love that I feel for each one of them. They are trying so hard to be good people. I recognize that they are not perfect, but neither am I, so they are in good company. All Becky and I have ever desired is that our kids work hard to make this world a better place to live in. We hope that they will treat others will love and respect. That isn't the easiest task. It takes patience and practice.
The family is an eternal unit, ordained of God. The organization of it is vitally important. Many families don't enjoy the feelings of which I previously spoke. I is the desire of my heart that more emphasis will be placed on the strengthening of the family unit in homes across the world. All other distractions should be set aside if they intrude on the family. I try to properly balance the business of life so that the time I spend with our family is meaningful and worthwhile.
The energy and time we invest in our family should be the best efforts that we have. There will be no greater opportunities to build and strengthen relationships than the time you spend with your family.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Move Forward
During a recent conversation, I shared my feelings with a man about the importance of maintaining 'forward' in his life. The opposite, backward, fosters feelings of discouragement and inadequacy.
Let's talk about this for a minute and let me share some of the feelings I shared with this man.
Life is set up in a 'forward' pattern. A day begins and it moves forward until it's end. The hands of a clock move forward-- first a second, then a minute, hour and finally a day. A baby is born as an infant child. Over time, that infant grows and ends up as a full-grown adult. That is the general nature of our lives. Throughout each of our lives, we learn and grown by facing the various 'up's and down's' of life. It is a purely, operated plan. It seems that the human mind digresses when times of discouragement or hardship hit, otherwise we all seem to long to move forward.
Our mindset needs to gravitate more heavily toward the 'forward' direction of life. Life's challenges are easier to face, and ultimately overcome, with the realization that to move forward will allow the conquering of them. Much will be learned because we face these obstacles, that show of what substance our character really is made.
There isn't a single person that doesn't have an 'uphill' battle.
As a young boy, the Boy Scouts of America allowed outdoor opportunities of fun and adventure. Our scout troop went to Yosemite National Park several times. The joy of hiking was thrilling to us boys. We got to hike to places like Half Dome and El Capitan. These hikes were not the simplest, but the reward of arriving at the destination was exhilarating! Throughout the hike, my legs burned and I longed to complete the journey. Upon arrival, the hard work paid off and I was glad to have endured the hard work that was required to enjoy the destination.
We often forget the same attitude that I had in Yosemite. We cannot see the end of life, right now, but one day we will. Our focus must remain on the journey currently at hand. We must focus and then focus again, reminding ourselves that just around the corner is the greatest 'pay-off' we can ever imagine.
Our goal is in the 'forward' direction. We don't need to ever look back. The spindle of our divine potential points forward.
The beauty of our Half Dome awaits us up ahead. With a steadfast resolve to remain focused, that beauty will touch and enrich our lives and will make all that we do eternally worthwhile.
Let's talk about this for a minute and let me share some of the feelings I shared with this man.
Life is set up in a 'forward' pattern. A day begins and it moves forward until it's end. The hands of a clock move forward-- first a second, then a minute, hour and finally a day. A baby is born as an infant child. Over time, that infant grows and ends up as a full-grown adult. That is the general nature of our lives. Throughout each of our lives, we learn and grown by facing the various 'up's and down's' of life. It is a purely, operated plan. It seems that the human mind digresses when times of discouragement or hardship hit, otherwise we all seem to long to move forward.
Our mindset needs to gravitate more heavily toward the 'forward' direction of life. Life's challenges are easier to face, and ultimately overcome, with the realization that to move forward will allow the conquering of them. Much will be learned because we face these obstacles, that show of what substance our character really is made.
There isn't a single person that doesn't have an 'uphill' battle.
As a young boy, the Boy Scouts of America allowed outdoor opportunities of fun and adventure. Our scout troop went to Yosemite National Park several times. The joy of hiking was thrilling to us boys. We got to hike to places like Half Dome and El Capitan. These hikes were not the simplest, but the reward of arriving at the destination was exhilarating! Throughout the hike, my legs burned and I longed to complete the journey. Upon arrival, the hard work paid off and I was glad to have endured the hard work that was required to enjoy the destination.
We often forget the same attitude that I had in Yosemite. We cannot see the end of life, right now, but one day we will. Our focus must remain on the journey currently at hand. We must focus and then focus again, reminding ourselves that just around the corner is the greatest 'pay-off' we can ever imagine.
Our goal is in the 'forward' direction. We don't need to ever look back. The spindle of our divine potential points forward.
The beauty of our Half Dome awaits us up ahead. With a steadfast resolve to remain focused, that beauty will touch and enrich our lives and will make all that we do eternally worthwhile.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Knowledge Is Power
I am so grateful for knowledge. There are many types of knowledge but I wish to focus on the knowledge that we will use use not just for now but forever.
I am reminded of a personal experience I had while serving my mission. I was in the Missionary Training Center at the time. I was attending an evening class where we were 'role playing' a teaching experience. My companion and I were teaching one of our instructors. I will never forget that opportunity. That was a turning point for me in my missionary service. This experience gave me the confidence that I needed, in a new situation, in different and unfamiliar territory. I was asked to teach the Joseph Smith Story. During the teaching experience, my heart was touched by the spirit and my entire body was overcome with a feeling of warmth and love. I gained a witness of the absolute truthfulness of the story of the boy, Joseph Smith. I knew that his account was exactly like he said it was. During that teaching time, I came to know that my calling as a full-time missionary of my Heavenly Father was inspired.
In each of our lives, we come to understand, first-hand, the importance of our divine nature as sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.
We all will face the challenges that come with mortality. Our bodies will endure various sicknesses and adversity. Our Father in Heaven is well aware of what we face. In fact, in a time long ago, we were excited to come to earth and face the challenges that would accompany us through this mortal journey. We were overjoyed by the prospect of this opportunity. No matter what we face, it will be alright.
Several years ago, Becky faced some unknown medical challenges. She would be about her daily activities and suddenly pass out, without any warning. This went on for many years. I was attending college classes, every day and working the night shift. I arrived home at 12:30 AM and everything looked very normal for this early morning hour. When I opened the back door, our dog Rascal jumped abruptly up on me. I quickly petted him and he ran swiftly to the downstairs familyroom. I could tell that there was something amiss. From the top of the stairs, I could see that Becky had passed out, sometime during the evening. Her neck was crimped to the side as she had fallen up against a wall of the room. I wondered in the moment if I was going to lose her and I thought about what I would do next with our two young daughters. The experiences we face are daunting. Our Father will never leave us alone!
I am grateful for the things that make me strong. I am thankful for the opportunity of life. Our understanding was completely clear, at a previous time. We will understand everything, with clarity, once again. For now, faith and endurance is the requirement.
Everything will be alright!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Speak, He Is Listening
"Heavenly Father, are you really there? And do you hear and answer ev'ry child's prayer? Some say that heaven is far away, But I feel it close around me as I pray. Heavenly Father, I remember now Something that Jesus told disciples long ago: "Suffer the children to come to me." Father, in prayer I'm coming now to thee. Pray, he is there. Speak, he is list'ning. You are his child; His love now surrounds you. He hears your prayer; He loves the children. Of such is the kingdom, the kingdom of heav'n." (A Child's Prayer)
I have known, from the time I was very young, that prayer is a powerful and useful tool, to help us throughout our lives. From as far back as I can remember, prayer was offered in our home many times throughout any given day. It was obvious that my parents believed that it was important. I have heard my mom and my dad pray for me and specifically ask that God bless me in every facet of my life.
When I was nineteen, and just getting down to the last two weeks before leaving on my mission, I recall asking my dad for help because I felt confused and overwhelmed. I was nervous about leaving to go on my mission, although I knew that my decision to go was good and right. Dad's answer to me, was prayer. He took the time to pray with me and even gave me several Priesthood blessings. Looking back on that time, he knew that God was well aware of the feelings I was having and my dad knew that He would help me. He did help me and He has helped me many times since then for which I am most grateful!
There isn't anything that we can't pray about. He is our Father, and He will help us. There is no doubt in my mind. He is there and He is listening.
I have known, from the time I was very young, that prayer is a powerful and useful tool, to help us throughout our lives. From as far back as I can remember, prayer was offered in our home many times throughout any given day. It was obvious that my parents believed that it was important. I have heard my mom and my dad pray for me and specifically ask that God bless me in every facet of my life.
When I was nineteen, and just getting down to the last two weeks before leaving on my mission, I recall asking my dad for help because I felt confused and overwhelmed. I was nervous about leaving to go on my mission, although I knew that my decision to go was good and right. Dad's answer to me, was prayer. He took the time to pray with me and even gave me several Priesthood blessings. Looking back on that time, he knew that God was well aware of the feelings I was having and my dad knew that He would help me. He did help me and He has helped me many times since then for which I am most grateful!
There isn't anything that we can't pray about. He is our Father, and He will help us. There is no doubt in my mind. He is there and He is listening.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
A Lesson From A Young Girl
I'm not sure why this memory popped into my mind but it's a great one to share. Years ago, Natalie was hospitalized with an illness. We are so blessed to have Primary Children's Medical Center right here in Salt Lake City, Utah. It is a premiere hospital in the United States, with 'cutting edge' medical knowledge, specifically for children.
I left Natalie's room and went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the many children, in the different rooms, with their own various health struggles. I walked by one particular room and as I passed by, the young child occupying that room looked right at me. Her eyes were gentle and a large smile enveloped her face and I knew at that moment that my heart had been touched to the very core. I was impressed that even during the difficult time, for this child, there was still room for happiness that she shared with me. It made 'our situation' seem very small.
There are angels around us who watch out for us and help in times of need. I believe that those angels are members of our family, friends that care for our well-being, and neighbors that just want to do something thoughtful and nice. They are busy doing good because it's the right thing to do, nothing more and nothing less. I believe that acts of kindness are happening all the time.
When you think that you are the only one with struggles and challenges, remember that there are others who are burdened with things much greater than your own. They are like the young child in the hospital, that through the pains and struggles of mortality, was able and willing to give me, a total stranger, a smile of encouragement that everything was going to be alright.
No matter the challenge, there is the surety that everything will work out. That has been true in every situation in my life. It will continue to be true because that's the way it was designed to be.
I left Natalie's room and went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the many children, in the different rooms, with their own various health struggles. I walked by one particular room and as I passed by, the young child occupying that room looked right at me. Her eyes were gentle and a large smile enveloped her face and I knew at that moment that my heart had been touched to the very core. I was impressed that even during the difficult time, for this child, there was still room for happiness that she shared with me. It made 'our situation' seem very small.
There are angels around us who watch out for us and help in times of need. I believe that those angels are members of our family, friends that care for our well-being, and neighbors that just want to do something thoughtful and nice. They are busy doing good because it's the right thing to do, nothing more and nothing less. I believe that acts of kindness are happening all the time.
When you think that you are the only one with struggles and challenges, remember that there are others who are burdened with things much greater than your own. They are like the young child in the hospital, that through the pains and struggles of mortality, was able and willing to give me, a total stranger, a smile of encouragement that everything was going to be alright.
No matter the challenge, there is the surety that everything will work out. That has been true in every situation in my life. It will continue to be true because that's the way it was designed to be.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Do My Best
From the time I was a young boy, I heard my parents say on many occasions to 'remember who you are.' I tried to live by that but made some mistakes along the way. As a grown man, that phrase is a big deal to me. It doesn't mean that perfection is required, it means that I try my very best.
As a young boy, I received a pump pellet gun. If you pumped it ten or twelve times, you could do some serious damage to anything that you would hit. I would go out into the cattle corral and shoot sparrows from atop the barn. I shot many birds that the farmers in our small community found to be a nuisance. My mom had told me that robins were off-limits to shoot. I was alone, one afternoon, and noticed a large nest neatly positioned in a lilac bush. I didn't think much about it until I saw the head of a robin sitting in the nest. To this day, I still can't figure out what possessed me to act on something I knew to be wrong. I positioned my pellet gun toward the nest and 'sighted up' the robin. With the head of the robin positioned squarely in the sights of the rifle, I depressed the trigger and awaited the fatal consequence of my poor decision. As if my first choice wasn't bad enough I walked toward the nest and waited for a few minutes. Just as I had hoped, the other parent robin flew into the nest. When one poor decision is put into motion, another is likely to follow. Before all was said and done, I had consciously slaughtered an entire family of beautiful robins.
It is one of the lessons of life that makes me feel bad whenever I think about it.
I hold out hope that the decisions I make, now, will allow those who love me the most, to know that I am trying to do my best.
Sometimes there are situations when I have to think that if I were to make a particular decision, would the consequences directly impact Becky and our children in a negative light? Would my parents approve of my choices? What about Becky's parents and my siblings? Would the 'ripples' of poor decision-making continue for a very long time, thus inhibiting the progress toward the eternal goals I am trying to attain?
Fortunately, lessons give me valuable teaching opportunities. In all situations, I remember the phrase that my parents often used--'remember who you are.' It has kept me out of shady situations before and will continue to do so as I follow its wise counsel.
As a young boy, I received a pump pellet gun. If you pumped it ten or twelve times, you could do some serious damage to anything that you would hit. I would go out into the cattle corral and shoot sparrows from atop the barn. I shot many birds that the farmers in our small community found to be a nuisance. My mom had told me that robins were off-limits to shoot. I was alone, one afternoon, and noticed a large nest neatly positioned in a lilac bush. I didn't think much about it until I saw the head of a robin sitting in the nest. To this day, I still can't figure out what possessed me to act on something I knew to be wrong. I positioned my pellet gun toward the nest and 'sighted up' the robin. With the head of the robin positioned squarely in the sights of the rifle, I depressed the trigger and awaited the fatal consequence of my poor decision. As if my first choice wasn't bad enough I walked toward the nest and waited for a few minutes. Just as I had hoped, the other parent robin flew into the nest. When one poor decision is put into motion, another is likely to follow. Before all was said and done, I had consciously slaughtered an entire family of beautiful robins.
It is one of the lessons of life that makes me feel bad whenever I think about it.
I hold out hope that the decisions I make, now, will allow those who love me the most, to know that I am trying to do my best.
Sometimes there are situations when I have to think that if I were to make a particular decision, would the consequences directly impact Becky and our children in a negative light? Would my parents approve of my choices? What about Becky's parents and my siblings? Would the 'ripples' of poor decision-making continue for a very long time, thus inhibiting the progress toward the eternal goals I am trying to attain?
Fortunately, lessons give me valuable teaching opportunities. In all situations, I remember the phrase that my parents often used--'remember who you are.' It has kept me out of shady situations before and will continue to do so as I follow its wise counsel.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
One Blessing After Another
I am so amazed at all of the millions of blessings that I receive. One of those unique blessings, is my body. Have you ever really stopped to look at the complexity of the body. The capability is trully incredible.
When each of our children were babies, I would take the 'night' feeding and once the bottle was gone, I would get them completely settled for the night and spend the next little while rocking them in my arms. I would look at their precious faces and all of their unique features. I was amazed at their size and realize that one day they would grow to be adult men and women. The inner workings of the body are a modern-day miracle.
"Each organ of your body is a wondrous gift from God. Each eye has an autofocusing lens. Nerves and muscles control two eyes to make a single three-dimensional image. The eyes are connected to the brain, which records the sights seen.
Your heart is an incredible pump. It has four delicate valves that control the direction of blood flow. These valves open and close more than 100,000 times a day—36 million times a year. Yet, unless altered by disease, they are able to withstand such stress almost indefinitely.
Think of the body’s defense system. To protect it from harm, it perceives pain. In response to infection, it generates antibodies. The skin provides protection. It warns against injury that excessive heat or cold might cause.
The body renews its own outdated cells and regulates the levels of its own vital ingredients. The body heals its cuts, bruises, and broken bones. Its capacity for reproduction is another sacred gift from God.
Be we reminded that a perfect body is not required to achieve one’s divine destiny. In fact, some of the sweetest spirits are housed in frail or imperfect bodies. Great spiritual strength is often developed by people with physical challenges, precisely because they are so challenged.
Anyone who studies the workings of the human body has surely “seen God moving in his majesty and power.” (Elder Russell M. Nelson~ Quorum of the Twelve Apostles~ The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints)
I am so grateful for my body and all that it is able to do. I am most thankful to be blessed with good health and strength. The blessings seem to come one after another and I am humbled by His love for me.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The Best Team
I was having a conversation with a good friend at work, when another man that works in the same building, approached us to visit for a minute. We asked him how he was doing and his response was one of discouragement. "I'm close to just throwing in the towel." Many have felt the very same way as this co-worker of mine. My friend and I took the next few minutes to offer encouragement and, more importantly, hope.
I have given a lot of thought to the gradual loss of hope that so many battle with throughout their lives.
I offer a great insight--it is actually truth.
We all chose to come to this beautiful earth. We were excited at the prospects of coming to a place where the surrounding beauties would offer us a little of every kind of interest that we would have. We were going to come here, at varying times, formed into families. That was a neat concept for all of us, and we were fully in favor of the plan--in fact, we raised our hand in support. We knew that there would be joys and there would be pains. We knew that there was going to be opposition. That opposition would persuade us to do things and make choices that would be contrary to the knowledge that we had already gained. We knew that we would make a lot of good choices and some bad ones would be laced into our life, too. In this life, no matter what opposition we contend with, the reality is, that in the end, the good is going to prevail. Who doesn't want to be on the winning team?
If any one of us knew beforehand that when the whistle is blown to start a sporting competition, that we were going to be on the losing team, there isn't a single person that is going to stay on that particular team.
When life's struggles come, and yes, they will surely come, remember that each one of us has to muster all of the courage and strength we can to keep a clear picture in our minds of the victory that lies ahead for us.
It seems so hard but the reward for enduring the sometimes unthinkable is worth every struggles we will ever have to face.
It is our divine mission to be on the winning team. We were created by a loving Father, who wants nothing more than to have all of His children returned to His presence. There isn't any challenge that is too much for you to handle. The Opposition desires discouragement and frustration to enter into your life. That Opposition knows that the discouragement only has to come a little at a time and over just a short period he can have you bound helpless and hopeless. It is this Opposition that has mastered this unique, and for him worthwhile, plan.
We are all important children of our loving Father. Do the things in your life that will firm up the walls of safety and security against this evil power.
We are on the best team ever assembled in any arena ever known. We are supposed to be on, and stay on, the winning team! Never forget it.
I have given a lot of thought to the gradual loss of hope that so many battle with throughout their lives.
I offer a great insight--it is actually truth.
We all chose to come to this beautiful earth. We were excited at the prospects of coming to a place where the surrounding beauties would offer us a little of every kind of interest that we would have. We were going to come here, at varying times, formed into families. That was a neat concept for all of us, and we were fully in favor of the plan--in fact, we raised our hand in support. We knew that there would be joys and there would be pains. We knew that there was going to be opposition. That opposition would persuade us to do things and make choices that would be contrary to the knowledge that we had already gained. We knew that we would make a lot of good choices and some bad ones would be laced into our life, too. In this life, no matter what opposition we contend with, the reality is, that in the end, the good is going to prevail. Who doesn't want to be on the winning team?
If any one of us knew beforehand that when the whistle is blown to start a sporting competition, that we were going to be on the losing team, there isn't a single person that is going to stay on that particular team.
When life's struggles come, and yes, they will surely come, remember that each one of us has to muster all of the courage and strength we can to keep a clear picture in our minds of the victory that lies ahead for us.
It seems so hard but the reward for enduring the sometimes unthinkable is worth every struggles we will ever have to face.
It is our divine mission to be on the winning team. We were created by a loving Father, who wants nothing more than to have all of His children returned to His presence. There isn't any challenge that is too much for you to handle. The Opposition desires discouragement and frustration to enter into your life. That Opposition knows that the discouragement only has to come a little at a time and over just a short period he can have you bound helpless and hopeless. It is this Opposition that has mastered this unique, and for him worthwhile, plan.
We are all important children of our loving Father. Do the things in your life that will firm up the walls of safety and security against this evil power.
We are on the best team ever assembled in any arena ever known. We are supposed to be on, and stay on, the winning team! Never forget it.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Years Rush By
It was nineteen years ago that I arrived home to Sacramento, California, from a full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the Netherlands. It was a life-altering experience, for me personally. I was prepared and excited to come home and see my family but as that big Boeing 747 airliner took off from the Schipol Airport, in Amsterdam, the feeling became final and the greenery that I had grown accustomed to and the people I had learned to love were going to become a memory. There were people that I had said my last goodbye to, in this life. As I sat in my seat and watched the country disappear into the distance, my heart ached. I had learned the culture, language, and various customs of another people. I loved so much about these people and I didn't know when or if I would ever return. I still long for the day that I return. Although I came home, physically, a piece of my heart resides in Holland and that piece will always remain.
I am so grateful for the opportunity that was given to me to learn and grow there. It was in Holland that I went from a young man to a man. It was a time when I relied, solely, on my Heavenly Father.
I am amazed at the way that time races by. It doesn't seem like very long ago that I was there. The smells are familiar to me. I can taste the food. The sights were breath-taking. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. I am a better person because I answered the call of a living prophet of God to go and share the message of hope to the Dutch people.
My mission was just the setting of a strong foundation that has and will continue to sustain me throughout my life.
I am so grateful for the opportunity that was given to me to learn and grow there. It was in Holland that I went from a young man to a man. It was a time when I relied, solely, on my Heavenly Father.
I am amazed at the way that time races by. It doesn't seem like very long ago that I was there. The smells are familiar to me. I can taste the food. The sights were breath-taking. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. I am a better person because I answered the call of a living prophet of God to go and share the message of hope to the Dutch people.
My mission was just the setting of a strong foundation that has and will continue to sustain me throughout my life.
Monday, April 9, 2012
A Small Window In Time
Over the past few weeks, I have spent a lot of time 'shooting hoop' with our kids. Our oldest daughter, Natalie and our oldest boy, Brady are particularly fond of the game of basketball. We play a game that is known by many different names, depending on when you grew up--two ball poison, knock-out, and tornado--just to name a few. This game requires two basketballs and it is quite a fast-paced. I have always loved the game. The other night, all four of our kids and I were playing this game. The kids are at the age where I have to really play or I will get eliminated. For a small window of time, I found myself surrounded by our four children playing this game. In a few short minutes, our youngest son, Danny eliminated me from the game. I stood and watched the remainder of the game until a winner prevailed. It seemed to me that our children were very young, just the other day. I spent my time lifting them up to the basketball hoop, hoping that they would be able to make a shot.
I don't think that a person can spend too much time with their children. The time is gone before you can blink. Once the time is gone, the lingering memories, whether positive or negative, are what remain. I try hard to spend quality time with my family so that a 'constant' of positive memories will fill my heart and mind when they are off creating and raising their own families.
I work with a guy who has never had children of his own. He recently asked me if I had any children. I told him that we have four--two girls and two boys. His mouth fell wide open when I told him that. "How do you guys do that?" I told him that I was so grateful to be a father.
Following our conversation, I stopped and thought about what my life would be without a loving wife and children that enrich my life. The reality is, this is exactly the way my life was designed to be.
In the next day, or two, when I am releasing the basketball from my hands, I will be thinking about the privilege I have to experience the array of blessings that shower me on a daily basis. Even though I am eliminated from the game, I will spend my time rebounding the basketball for the others who remain in the game, and smiling because of the enjoyment I feel when we are together.
I don't think that a person can spend too much time with their children. The time is gone before you can blink. Once the time is gone, the lingering memories, whether positive or negative, are what remain. I try hard to spend quality time with my family so that a 'constant' of positive memories will fill my heart and mind when they are off creating and raising their own families.
I work with a guy who has never had children of his own. He recently asked me if I had any children. I told him that we have four--two girls and two boys. His mouth fell wide open when I told him that. "How do you guys do that?" I told him that I was so grateful to be a father.
Following our conversation, I stopped and thought about what my life would be without a loving wife and children that enrich my life. The reality is, this is exactly the way my life was designed to be.
In the next day, or two, when I am releasing the basketball from my hands, I will be thinking about the privilege I have to experience the array of blessings that shower me on a daily basis. Even though I am eliminated from the game, I will spend my time rebounding the basketball for the others who remain in the game, and smiling because of the enjoyment I feel when we are together.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Happy Easter
It's a beautiful morning in the Salt Lake valley. Happy Easter morning to all!
I awakened, this morning, with a feeling of renewal. I am grateful for sleep and the opportunity to rest.
Last evening, Becky and I got to go to the Hale Centre Theater, in West Valley City, Utah. We watched their production of Zorro. The music was good and the cast was high energy. We had a lot of fun. I thought about the importance of dating even though we've been married for over seventeen years. I looked at her, many times throughout the evening and realized that her beauty has only increased, not only in my eyes, but also in my heart. We are no longer young kids. I looked at her and felt thankful for all that she has done, and all that she continues to do to richly bless my life and the lives of our four children.
I wondered, silently, how some people go through life without someone to share it with, and that they can adore. I am so thankful for this wonderful gift in my life.
I have a prayer in my heart that this Easter day will be one of rich blessing to all. I give thanks for everything that I have.
It is His life that we are trying to emulate. Jesus Christ came to the earth to do what nobody else could do. He did it because He loves us.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Accept Me
Everybody wants others to accept them for who they are. So often, that isn't the case. The 'world' wants to dictate how people, that live in it, should look and act.
I am reminded of a young woman I met in Holland. Her appearance was much different than other people her same age. It appeared as if she intended to be different. The more that I got to know this woman, the truth was made apparent to me. Her style was hers and she wasn't about to let everyone else tell her how she was going to be. I admired her strength to be a good person and to have her own sense of style without worrying about what others thought of her.
I like to go the through the hallways of the High schools and Junior High schools and look at the varieties of styles amongst the young people. There will always be those kids that think they know what the latest and greatest styles are and that the kids who don't conform a certain way are not cool. I say to all kids, be who and how you want to be! Especially, if it is good and decent. The majority of the kids want to feel like their styles are validated. We live in a time when 'self-expression' is huge in the sight of the young people. I like that, in most instances.
When I was in Junior High, there was a particular brand of shoes that were worn by the 'popular' kids. I knew that the shoes were expensive so I never did make mention of them to my parents. It didn't seem to matter that much to me, but I wanted to be accepted for who I was and not for the brand of shoes that I wore.
I have a firm belief that people need to be treated for who and how they are. The 'childish' acts to not be accepting to everyone need to be a thing of the past. There should be no place for these acts.
We have discussed, many times over, that our children should be loving and accepting to all people. When they grow up and leave our home, they should know how to properly treat, and accept, everyone.
All people should be able to be themselves. We ought to have the desire to treat others exactly how we would want them to treat us.
Friday, April 6, 2012
My Sincere Thanks
I am off of work, today, and I wish to spend the time to express my deepest thanks during this blog post.
It would take a complete lifetime to adequately express my gratitude.
Today, is an important day for several reasons. On this day, Jesus Christ was born. The world has never been the same since His coming. I can't help but feel thankful for His life, mission, and Atonement for me, and you, of course. Also, this day marks the day when The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was organized. Brady (our oldest son) and I discussed this a little bit and when I told him of the significance of this day, he said to me, that is not coincidental that the church would be organized on the same day as the Savior's birth. I agreed with him. Today, also marks the day that the Savior began His Atonement, that has eternal importance for us all.
I take each day with an attitude of trying to do my very best. I awakened, this morning, with these things on my mind and felt very grateful for all that they mean.
There is much to learn as we work, and sometimes struggle through this life. I watched a video clip on lds.org, that the LDS church has produced just for Easter--entitled, "He Is Risen." It is worth watching. Ultimately, it is only through Him, that the errors of our ways are forgiven. When He went into the Garden of Gethsemane, He took upon Himself all that I would do wrong, (including everyone else that would live and error) and made it right, if I would repent. I can't even fathom all that was required of Him, but He did it lovingly and willingly, because of His love for and obedience to His Father, for which I am most grateful!
I understand how little I know about the Plan of my Heavenly Father. I am trying to learn and understand all that is expected of me. The most important part is the application in my own life. That takes a lifetime of patience and a consistent pace. Line upon line, precept upon precept.
I don't want this to seem like a Sunday school lesson, rather a writing filled with gratitude for the things that are of most import.
It's a wonderful life!
It would take a complete lifetime to adequately express my gratitude.
Today, is an important day for several reasons. On this day, Jesus Christ was born. The world has never been the same since His coming. I can't help but feel thankful for His life, mission, and Atonement for me, and you, of course. Also, this day marks the day when The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was organized. Brady (our oldest son) and I discussed this a little bit and when I told him of the significance of this day, he said to me, that is not coincidental that the church would be organized on the same day as the Savior's birth. I agreed with him. Today, also marks the day that the Savior began His Atonement, that has eternal importance for us all.
I take each day with an attitude of trying to do my very best. I awakened, this morning, with these things on my mind and felt very grateful for all that they mean.
There is much to learn as we work, and sometimes struggle through this life. I watched a video clip on lds.org, that the LDS church has produced just for Easter--entitled, "He Is Risen." It is worth watching. Ultimately, it is only through Him, that the errors of our ways are forgiven. When He went into the Garden of Gethsemane, He took upon Himself all that I would do wrong, (including everyone else that would live and error) and made it right, if I would repent. I can't even fathom all that was required of Him, but He did it lovingly and willingly, because of His love for and obedience to His Father, for which I am most grateful!
I understand how little I know about the Plan of my Heavenly Father. I am trying to learn and understand all that is expected of me. The most important part is the application in my own life. That takes a lifetime of patience and a consistent pace. Line upon line, precept upon precept.
I don't want this to seem like a Sunday school lesson, rather a writing filled with gratitude for the things that are of most import.
It's a wonderful life!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Lead With Love
I watch people closely. I believe that there is a lot to be learned by careful observation. I'm not looking for, nor do I expect perfection, I just want to see how people do certain things.
One of those careful observations is how people talk to their children. Their interactions with their children, both while the kids are behaving and not, are important.
Many years ago, I was told of an experience in the check-out line of a local grocery store. The man who shared the experience was the third person in the line. A large, husky man was standing second in line. The person who was being 'checked out' was having a rough time with a younger child. The person kept hollering at the unhappy child, thinking that it would help. The kid was sitting in the grocery cart. After a couple of attempts at hollering at the kid, the person lost their cool and went to slap the young child. Before contact could be made, the large man caught the individuals hand in mid-air. Looking directly at the person, the large man firmly stated, "Don't even think about it."
Our actions toward our children ought to be those of control. I do know how it feels to lose control of my temper. There are a couple of different instances that I clearly remember from when our kids were much younger. I don't think that anybody is exempt from 'losing their cool.' The older I get, the clearer it becomes to me that the responsibility is mine to lead with love. The 'iron fist' approach is not only wrong but ineffective.
Our children ought to have loving structure in their lives. It can be done without slapping or hitting.
The eternal truth still stands strong. The children that are entrusted to your care, are just that--they're on loan for a short season. They don't belong directly to you. They are children of a loving Father. He has placed their safety and well-being on your shoulders. Our intention ought to be, and is expected, to send them back to Him better than how we received them. That is a long discussion for another time and has moral agency intertwined throughout it.
I have control over the things that I do. I am trying to do the best that I can each and every day.
One of those careful observations is how people talk to their children. Their interactions with their children, both while the kids are behaving and not, are important.
Many years ago, I was told of an experience in the check-out line of a local grocery store. The man who shared the experience was the third person in the line. A large, husky man was standing second in line. The person who was being 'checked out' was having a rough time with a younger child. The person kept hollering at the unhappy child, thinking that it would help. The kid was sitting in the grocery cart. After a couple of attempts at hollering at the kid, the person lost their cool and went to slap the young child. Before contact could be made, the large man caught the individuals hand in mid-air. Looking directly at the person, the large man firmly stated, "Don't even think about it."
Our actions toward our children ought to be those of control. I do know how it feels to lose control of my temper. There are a couple of different instances that I clearly remember from when our kids were much younger. I don't think that anybody is exempt from 'losing their cool.' The older I get, the clearer it becomes to me that the responsibility is mine to lead with love. The 'iron fist' approach is not only wrong but ineffective.
Our children ought to have loving structure in their lives. It can be done without slapping or hitting.
The eternal truth still stands strong. The children that are entrusted to your care, are just that--they're on loan for a short season. They don't belong directly to you. They are children of a loving Father. He has placed their safety and well-being on your shoulders. Our intention ought to be, and is expected, to send them back to Him better than how we received them. That is a long discussion for another time and has moral agency intertwined throughout it.
I have control over the things that I do. I am trying to do the best that I can each and every day.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Competition
I have a friend and its name is competitive. I guess I see this as a friend, most of the time, and an enemy at other times.
Competition is my friend because I don't like to be the person who holds others back, in life. I enjoy being somebody who others can count on to do exactly what I said I was going to do. I like to accomplish things, whatever they may be, in a timely fashion. When a project begins to drag on, it becomes less enjoyable.
Now, I stated that there are times when competition can be my enemy. When I become over-zealous, I feel like I neglect to see some of the positive parts of the 'journey.' We hear the phrase, "stop to smell the roses." I believe that wholeheartedly. When competition plays a role in the different facets of life, it’s easy to trample over the top of the roses that are there to smell, and enjoy.
Like everything else in life, the ability to balance is a key factor. I believe that being competitive is not necessarily a bad thing, especially when it’s against your own abilities and skills. I also believe that balancing one's efforts, in accomplishing those things that must be completed, is vitally essential.
I am going to make a concerted effort to slow down and look to see the scenery around. The joy is in the journey. Of that truth I am certain.
The proper use of competition helps to drive and motivate. I want to be a positive contributor.
Competition is my friend because I don't like to be the person who holds others back, in life. I enjoy being somebody who others can count on to do exactly what I said I was going to do. I like to accomplish things, whatever they may be, in a timely fashion. When a project begins to drag on, it becomes less enjoyable.
Now, I stated that there are times when competition can be my enemy. When I become over-zealous, I feel like I neglect to see some of the positive parts of the 'journey.' We hear the phrase, "stop to smell the roses." I believe that wholeheartedly. When competition plays a role in the different facets of life, it’s easy to trample over the top of the roses that are there to smell, and enjoy.
Like everything else in life, the ability to balance is a key factor. I believe that being competitive is not necessarily a bad thing, especially when it’s against your own abilities and skills. I also believe that balancing one's efforts, in accomplishing those things that must be completed, is vitally essential.
I am going to make a concerted effort to slow down and look to see the scenery around. The joy is in the journey. Of that truth I am certain.
The proper use of competition helps to drive and motivate. I want to be a positive contributor.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I Love To Learn
Do you ever just stop and take a moment to reflect, on life, and what this life really means? Most of the time, life becomes so full of the various activities that each member of our family is involved in that I don't take the time to stop and 'smell the roses.'
This past weekend, the opportunity I took to stop and watch General Conference was very meaningful. Much of what was said was just for me. I am thankful for leaders who are called to help make me a better person. I am personally thankful for the time that our leaders took to prepare meaningful messages that touched my heart and reminded me of the things that I can do to make life more productive.
I am reminded of an experience I had many years ago while teaching a class full of six year old children. This was a church class. One young boy raised his hand. He obviously had a question and the spring action from his chair indicated to me that what he had to say was very important. "Why are we alive?" I only had a brief moment to prepare and give him an answer. "Because our Heavenly Father loves us." It was the first thing that popped into my simple mind. The boy sat silently in his chair and thought about my answer. He wore a puzzled look on his face and I wondered what his next question was going to be. The class time passed on and the young boy continued to think about what I had said. After a few minutes of thinking about it, thew young boy, one again raised his hand. This time he remained seated in his chair and sat silently with his hand raised into the air. I motioned for him to speak. "He really does!" I waited for him to say more but that was all he wanted to say. "He surely does." I reiterated.
Each of us are unique and special in the sight of God. Our personalities are pieces of His. I am amazed at many things in life but especially the fact that Heavenly Father must have an extraordinarily wonderful sense of humor.
I am abundantly blessed, today. I am grateful for the gifts that I have been given. I am trying to enhance those gifts and become a better person, every day!
This past weekend, the opportunity I took to stop and watch General Conference was very meaningful. Much of what was said was just for me. I am thankful for leaders who are called to help make me a better person. I am personally thankful for the time that our leaders took to prepare meaningful messages that touched my heart and reminded me of the things that I can do to make life more productive.
I am reminded of an experience I had many years ago while teaching a class full of six year old children. This was a church class. One young boy raised his hand. He obviously had a question and the spring action from his chair indicated to me that what he had to say was very important. "Why are we alive?" I only had a brief moment to prepare and give him an answer. "Because our Heavenly Father loves us." It was the first thing that popped into my simple mind. The boy sat silently in his chair and thought about my answer. He wore a puzzled look on his face and I wondered what his next question was going to be. The class time passed on and the young boy continued to think about what I had said. After a few minutes of thinking about it, thew young boy, one again raised his hand. This time he remained seated in his chair and sat silently with his hand raised into the air. I motioned for him to speak. "He really does!" I waited for him to say more but that was all he wanted to say. "He surely does." I reiterated.
Each of us are unique and special in the sight of God. Our personalities are pieces of His. I am amazed at many things in life but especially the fact that Heavenly Father must have an extraordinarily wonderful sense of humor.
I am abundantly blessed, today. I am grateful for the gifts that I have been given. I am trying to enhance those gifts and become a better person, every day!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Be Of Good Cheer
There are so many things for which I am grateful. Throughout the first months of this year, I have expressed my gratitude for many things.
I want Becky to know how much I admire her. She is level-headed and very calm. It's because of her that I find relief when a stressful time comes. Thanks, honey, for always staying calm and put together when I get bothered by something.
We all have things that bother us, but hopefully we can turn to our spouse or a trusted friend to bring perspective to the situation.
I want to be more like Becky. There is someone for everyone. Look to that person to help lift and calm in a bothersome situation. I thank heaven that I have her!
Life is great!
I want Becky to know how much I admire her. She is level-headed and very calm. It's because of her that I find relief when a stressful time comes. Thanks, honey, for always staying calm and put together when I get bothered by something.
We all have things that bother us, but hopefully we can turn to our spouse or a trusted friend to bring perspective to the situation.
I want to be more like Becky. There is someone for everyone. Look to that person to help lift and calm in a bothersome situation. I thank heaven that I have her!
Life is great!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Stop It!
I have been reminded and uplifted by a talk given by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, of The First Presidency, of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I want some of what I learned to be a part of my post, today.
I work on a team, at my place of employment, just like many of you do, with people that are all very different. At times it seems very difficult for me to tolerate either the way that do certain things, or the slow pace at which they work. I find myself judging them because of the way they work. I have been kindly reminded to accept people for how and who they are.
President Uchtdorf taught a two word sermon that is beneficial to me. I believe that all people could benefit from such a sermon. He taught us that if we are guilty are judging others wrongfully, or if we gossip, even if what we say might be true--Stop it!
My sincerest desire is to make a greater effort to do the things that I know to be right. Be slow to judge others and be quick to identify and correct my own faults. I know that my life will be greatly blessed by the implementation of the two word sermon.
I thank my Heavenly Father for His apostles and prophets who instruct me and help me to better my own life. I am grateful for the knowledge I have of His great Plan of Happiness. It is His Son that I am grateful to for providing the way, through His mission and His selfless atonement for me and all of humanity.
The reminder has been accepted and now I will apply it into my own life.
I work on a team, at my place of employment, just like many of you do, with people that are all very different. At times it seems very difficult for me to tolerate either the way that do certain things, or the slow pace at which they work. I find myself judging them because of the way they work. I have been kindly reminded to accept people for how and who they are.
President Uchtdorf taught a two word sermon that is beneficial to me. I believe that all people could benefit from such a sermon. He taught us that if we are guilty are judging others wrongfully, or if we gossip, even if what we say might be true--Stop it!
My sincerest desire is to make a greater effort to do the things that I know to be right. Be slow to judge others and be quick to identify and correct my own faults. I know that my life will be greatly blessed by the implementation of the two word sermon.
I thank my Heavenly Father for His apostles and prophets who instruct me and help me to better my own life. I am grateful for the knowledge I have of His great Plan of Happiness. It is His Son that I am grateful to for providing the way, through His mission and His selfless atonement for me and all of humanity.
The reminder has been accepted and now I will apply it into my own life.
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