Friday, April 12, 2019

The Old Ship Zion

I am on a ship during this mortal journey. The ship I am on as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is not new. It is not shiny, its crew are doing their best, but they are imperfect, soiled at times, and making mistakes.  The boat itself is sturdy and the foundation, the hull, and stern are solid. The boat I am on is dinged up, it has dents from collisions, but is a solid vessel. Its course has been corrected over time and the body reinforced as it heads on the journey back to God.

The captain on my boat is perfect, even though His crew is not. Who is my captain? It is my Savior, who has saved me over and over. He didn’t save me from open waters, he saved me from despair. He has saved me from self-doubt. He has saved me from sin. He has kept me from other dangers. He has endowed me with knowledge many times to see more clearly through His telescope pointed at our destination. He has given me a cabin and cabin mates to ride with. We usually get along, but sometimes we fight. We're not perfect, but we're glad to be with each other.

There are no passive passengers on the boat I am sailing. We are all crew members. We don’t always agree, but we know the destination. There are head crew members that do their best to understand the captain’s instructions. The captain sees more than all of us.

There are no golden life jackets. The life jackets we are given aren’t always even a perfect fit right off, but we grow into them as we understand their purpose. Sometimes I am jealous of my fellow crew members jackets, but then I realize that my jacket is a custom fit, right for me on this perilous, storm-filled journey.

The captain’s task is tremendous. He is tasked with overseeing a crew who don’t always obey. He is tasked with helping each person on the ship see that they aren’t JUST passengers but they ARE the crew. They need to pitch in and right the ship when needed. They need to support the assigned deckhands - men and women, who, though imperfect, are some of the very best He has. This captain gives other people besides Himself the chance to steer the ship because He knows that we learn best by doing. The captain isn’t just steering, He is making sure his crew is whole. He has a personal relationship with each one of them. They are individuals to Him.

As a crew member on this ship, when I see weakness, I don’t jump ship, I ask the captain, what I can do to strengthen this ship because we are all on board. If we jump ship, it leaves less crew to sail through rough storms and offer assistance to right the ship when needed.

If anything, this story/parable, whatever you want to call it - has helped me understand the Church in a more merciful sense. We are all responsible to see that the Old Ship Zion makes it to harbor. It’s not a luxury cruise with golden vests. It’s a an old, beat up, but infinitely sturdy, ship that needs all of us to keep it sailing straight.


I won’t jump the ship I’m currently on. It’s heading in the right direction, barnacles, dents, imperfect crew and all. The ride isn't always comfortable, and sometimes other crew members can be frustrating to understand, but it is headed in the right direction.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Love Your Dang Neighbor.

Why can't we just get along? For some reasons we humans find conflict everywhere we turn. We create conflict. We think someone is after us if they state a differing opinion than us. We sometimes think our spouse or co-workers don't like us, or that they think we aren't doing good enough in some area. That may be true sometimes, but chances are we think the similar things about others. It's a continual cycle.

I'm just as guilty of it as the next guy...or girl!

I get more offended when I am tired. I get more offended when I hold a belief passionately and someone says it doesn't matter, or even worse that I'm stupid because of it. I'm prone to react rather than act. I'm pretty sure most of humanity is somewhat similar.

We're fighting about silly things for the most part.

There are some things that I stand for that I do not consider trivial nor debatable even...in other words, there's not point in telling me there's a better way because, honestly, I'll probably just shore up my perspectives more. What are those things? These are them: Marriage between a Man and a Woman, Right to Life, and Right to Worship according to the "dictates of [my] own conscience.

So those are things I believe to be essential to happiness and the opportunity to find happiness.
That being said. I have had to learn about the Right of Agency...or the ability to choose for oneself.
We are pretty lucky (blessed!) to live in a country where we can choose things that are good for us and we can even choose things that are terrible for us and it's not illegal. Well...not always illegal...

This brings great freedom...as well as potential problems.

The one thing that we cannot escape regardless of the law, is the impact our decisions will have on our lives, our children's lives, and the natural consequences that cannot be severed even with legislation. Thankfully consequences can be positive...if that's what we are going for.

All this awesome freedom brings a sad truth: We will probably disagree with our friends, spouses, and neighbors at some point on the best course for our country, states, communities, and families. That's okay! ...if we don't go crazy!

I think (for the most part) that even though most of us can find something to disagree on, there is much more that we have in common. That's the stuff we need to be looking at in our relationships. The other stuff can be constantly evolving. Even when we have a position that we are not going to stray from, we can still choose to be more compassionate to those we disagree with.

Christ's words are balanced and full of wisdom. He is loving and kind, and yet firm in pointing us back to God. He told us to "agree with thine adversary quickly" (Matthew 5:25). He extends the idea further in 3 Nephi 12 with His visit to the Nephites:

21 Ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, and it is also written before you, that thou shalt not kill, and whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgment of God;

22 But I say unto you, that whosoever is angry with his brother shall be in danger of his judgment. And whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council; and whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.

23 Therefore, if ye shall come unto me, or shall desire to come unto me, and rememberest that thy brother hath aught against thee—

24 Go thy way unto thy brother, and first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come unto me with full purpose of heart, and I will receive you.

The Lord is serious about us getting along with each other. Especially when the issues are trivial. Trivial might be the wrong word, but I think most of what we get "fired up" over is not eternal or lasting.

Can't we just get along? I know and LOVE people who disagree with me on my list of things that I don't even consider debatable. Marriage? My belief (based in my understanding of God and His plan) is certainly not popular. Abortion is a heinous evil (again based on my understanding of the purpose of this existence on Earth). But it's my belief in the Right to Worship that reminds me that each person has the right to "worship (or believe) according to the dictates of THEIR own conscience."
Because of that, I desire to be loving and kind to every person I encounter. I do not always succeed.
Being human brings limits to the table. As eluded to earlier, we get tired, stressed, and overdone. We don't respond perfectly to disappointment. We get frustrated with loved ones because we see life through different lenses of experience.

I really do believe that the Lord wants me to be obedient to His commandments. Being an obedient member of the Church is important to me. Doing all the "things" leads to happiness. But the BIGGEST "thing", the biggest COMMANDMENT of them all is this one in Matthew 22: 37-40

37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.

38 This is the first and great commandment.

39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.

Do we see it? Love God first. For sure. That's why I can't bend on some of my deeply held beliefs.

But did we see the Love our Neighbor? It's there. It's HUGE. We're going to be spending time in Heaven with people we may have judged too harshly. We should be careful of how we interact with them here and now.

Here's the part we might miss:
"On these two commandments hang ALL the law and the prophets". (!) Emphasis emphatically added!

The WHOLE point of the Gospel of Jesus Christ - The WHOLE point of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints...all the laws, worthiness, Ministering, programs, meetings, annoying our neighbors and children (right?), is THIS (from the Lord Himself):

Moses 1:39 For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.

And it all hangs on loving God. It all hangs on loving our neighbors.

So here's my question. Before we have that fight or argument.

Is it worth it? 

Are we disagreeing because we love God or because we just want to be right? Are we disagreeing or frustrated because of a true conviction? ...or do we just want to be right?

Being right is great...

But then there's Moroni 7:46

46 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, if ye have not charity, ye are nothing, for charity never faileth. Wherefore, cleave unto charity, which is the greatest of all, for all things must fail—

As far as I have been able to tell, it doesn't matter how "righteous" we are if we don't love our neighbor and our God.

Loving your God by showing love to your neighbor is best. Again, that doesn't mean we have to agree, or even put up with terrible things. We need to stand for our beliefs, stop evil, and share the Gospel. We can still try to be obedient to the commandments.

But maybe, we can withhold our judgment of each other long enough to realize that God is their Father too. He made them. He loves them. He loves us. He's working with ALL of His children. Sometimes in ways we can't see or understand.

Even those who don't want to be worked with or are completely oblivious are getting His attention. He's not leaving out one soul. We can try to follow that example. We'll probably do it imperfectly.
It's tough. That's why God is the one who can show us how it is done.

I'm so grateful for that.



Wednesday, July 25, 2018

To Kanab!

I have been working in Kanab at KES for 12 years. I have been driving to Kanab for 12 years. Twelve really great years that I was able to grown and learn and enjoy friendships in Orderville and the Valley. Twelve years that I also made friends in Kanab and was able to feel a part of both wonderful communities.
The past few years Jenna has been the owner of the Red Rock Dance Company. We have made countless trips to Kanab from Orderville to my work and hers. It was okay for a little while, but after the birth of our last baby, it was just too much.
We had been praying for quite a while for the opportunity to arrive to move to Kanab. Years really. We weren't in a rush to leave the Valley and its wonderful people, but the drive was taking its toll after so many years. The timing never felt right until this year.
And then it did. And it all worked out. It was a bit crazy, but it worked.
Trust in the Lord and his timing. I have received that advice many times in my life. It is real. If we will wait on Him, the best course will unfold. He will stretch us.
My life has been one where I have had to learn to wait. What do I wait for? Peace. Confirmation. The Spirit to help me move forward. Sometimes I feel like it's the lazy way to do things, but then I remember that every time I have tried to move things forward in "my own way", it never works out very well.
That's not the same for everybody in this world. For some people pushing and striving hard...moving Heaven and Earth to achieve their goals, it works for them. That's awesome. I haven't ever felt that it works for me...and that's okay. I know the pattern for my life, and I am learning that to keep peace in my soul...I have to wait for peace to confirm my forward moving changes and decisions.
We still used our agency. We prayed to move. We prepared. We delayed several times because it didn't feel quite right. We were sad to leave, but when the time was right...it was right.
It was funny. Three families were involved in our move. The Stubbs - whose home we bought, the Esplins - who bought ours, and of course us. Thanks to an amazing loan officer, Terri Stoddard, in Sandy, Utah, we all experienced success. Thanks to the other two amazing families we got to work with and get to know as friends, as well as sellers and buyers, our moving experience was really positive.
I'm grateful for good people. I am grateful for reassurances when trying to do the right thing. I consider myself pretty dumb when it comes to life. My wife probably does better at many things than I do. Many other people around me do much better, but I am grateful that I am not alone with my decisions, and that the Lord will be and wants to be involved. I honestly felt his Spirit many times during this process, reassuring me that we were making the right decision. What does this decision hold for us?
Good things. Probably new challenges. Growth. That's what life is about: Becoming something.
I don't know exactly what will happen, but we have been guided to this Ward and this town. We are surrounded by wonderful people here. We have been welcomed. We're also grateful that Orderville isn't too terribly far. Because we get a little homesick for our hometown of 13 years every once in a while.
Here's to the future!

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Lucky School Year Number 13

This last school year was my thirteenth year on the job. Was it unlucky? Not a bit. It was probably one of my favorite years I have had teaching. It's hard to rank each year because of the good and hard things that come with each one, but I can definitely say this year was one of my favorites.
So...why?
Well. It wasn't because they aced everything we gave them. It wasn't because they were perfectly behaved (though they were really, really great compared to other years). It wasn't because they were all the model students from model families (what is that anyway?). I think there were a couple of factors that influenced this year.
First of all, this class had reputation for being a little tougher academically than most. That always comes into play, we can work with that. Maybe my SAGE scores aren't going to be "top of the State" material. That's not why I'm in education be honest. I LIKE it when I perform well. At the end of lower years, I am definitely analyzing my instructional choices and trying to course correct. BUT, if we had a struggling instructional year for whatever reason(s) of combined factors, in the end that's okay IF we had other successes. I believe we did.
Second there were some tough home issues. I would daresay that these homes that had some of the toughest times with their families had probably some of the toughest and most awesome parents you could ask for! You could blame a billion statistical factors, but the fact is that I have come to love many of these parents almost as much as their kids. They have heart. Their kids have heart.
We could sit there and say, "Well. If such and such would just happen, or if so and so would just do this, then we could fix all these problems." That's not how life works. We are here to learn to love people and learn from situations that are not ideal. THAT IS REAL LIFE.
So. I took these kids at the first of the year, and I decided that I was going to love them. I was going to tell them how AWESOME and AMAZING they were.
6th Grade Graduation
Guess what? They were awesome and they were amazing. Most of them worked hard. Some didn't, that's life, but even with those students, I learned to love them for who they are and what they did contribute. Some students have a tough time with 'classic' education, but they excel and even entertain in many other ways. Many of students came out of their shells. Some of them dropped their jaws when I showed them statistical PROOF that they were better writers than classes before, or told when them that they were excellent students and I was so happy to teach them.
I was so happy to teach them. 
I miss them. I always miss my students. I might miss these kids a little more than usual. It might be because I chose to love them a little more than usual.
I have a picture of the Savior tucked away on the wall by my desk. It's not really for anybody else but me, but it is a reminder of why I am in the classroom, what I need to accomplish, and how I need to behave while I am there. I am not always perfect in my classroom. Just ask my students (or their parents sometimes!). But I have made the decision that I am going to love my students. Am I going to get frustrated? Am I going to get angry? Am I going to have situations that make me wonder what the heck I am doing in the classroom. Of course I am. Teaching isn't standing in front of my classroom giving a perfectly prepared lecture and activity to perfectly behaved students.
Teaching is messy but it is a wonderful mess. I have felt that my little classroom sometimes is a smaller version of the real world. Life is messy, but it can also be a wonderful mess.
So what's the gospel point (I always have one...)? I think it is to be able to find joy in the journey for sure. It is also to love each other. It's these verses:
1 John 4:7-11
7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
11 Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
I have been given beautiful opportunities to practice this principle in my job. I get to practice them with my family and community members also. All these experiences we get to have with other people, regardless of the setting or context, are opportunities to show and express love. God has given us entire life full of opportunities to reach out and love others. Every situation and person we meet can be an opportunity for us to learn to love. Doing so unconditionally is probably one of the hardest lessons to learn in this life. It is hard to love those who hurt us. It is hard to love those who don't seem to care for us. It is hard to love those who disagree with us religiously, politically, or otherwise. 
But I believe that in order to really experience life's greatest happiness we need to learn to love and care for and support those around us. 
Those around me happen to be pretty easy to love: My family, my coworkers, my ward, and my 6th graders. It's easy to love these people. My next challenge is to look across aisle at those who may disagree with me religiously, politically, or otherwise. I feel that there are people in my life that don't like that I try to live according to my beliefs. I don't always know how to respond to that. I do know that "charity never faileth" (Moroni 7:45) so as long as I try to keep charity in my heart, maybe things won't be so bad even if I don't know exactly the right answers to situations. Kill them with kindness. Right? 
So. I started off talking about my school year. I learn so much from my students and my interactions with people at Kanab Elementary. I work in a positive place. I am blessed to have such a beautiful way to spend my work life. There are challenges in education, but you can't beat the people you work with. I'm excited for the coming year, but as I stated before, I miss the students I had this year and the funny conversations. 
-Oh there were conversations! Life lessons we call them. It's probably better to just ask the kids about those.- 
A couple of experiences to finish this out. This is how I know last year was a good year. 
I went to Wendy's late last night with my son. He was hungry. One of my student's mothers works there. She's an awesome lady. She works hard. She BUSTS it for her family. She told me she'd had the day from "hell". Well - She had. One of her coworkers died. I didn't know this until I got home and had talked to Jenna. 
Herr Corry as a U.S. History Teacher
The short conversation went to her daughter. I asked how she was doing. She said her daughter was doing great. She said that I made an impact. That her daughter missed me. I told her I love her daughter. I MEANT it. I always mean that. She said she was close to tears thinking about it. You know I drove away feeling happy about my small contribution to their family. 
That is what this life is all about. To make a positive impact on someone. I know many people make those impacts daily whether they teach or work in any other profession. There are doctors, nurses, police men and women, and so many other people that see their jobs as an opportunity to truly serve
I was able to witness this first hand this weekend with Dad. He finally retired after 43 years in the classroom. I decided it would be fun to show him the Facebook comments people had made when they heard about his retirement. He laughed so hard at the stories old students were telling. His joy, at that moment, appeared to be full because he felt the love of those he had served, taught, and entertained for 43 years. 
We spend a lot of time worrying about things and decisions. That all fades when we think about people and the love we experience because of them in our lives. 
So for me, this school year was lucky number 13. I bet, if I want, next year can be lucky number 14, and the year after lucky number 15 and so on. I think we can all make that choice to have positive experiences in the middle of otherwise tough things. 
Have a great summer!

Friday, September 8, 2017

The Joy of People!

There are a lot of random events talked about in this post, just be warned. I could have left some of it out, but a theme started to surface as I kept typing, and that was how many amazing people I have the opportunity to interact with in my life. I am sure I didn't catch everyone I have had great experiences with, but if I have interacted with you in some way, then my life is probably better for it! Just be warned...there is no order here, just my thoughts at way too early in the morning.
Life is crazy! I haven't posted for such a long time. March, I guess. We've had a cute little baby boy born since then. Easton Gray Corry. He's a keeper!
Baby E!
Easton was born June 3, 2017. Perfect. I believe in every way.
Just before he was born Jenna and I ended our school year out. Her dance studio, Red Rock, had some great performances and competitions. Jenna puts in so much work into that studio. Easton was along for the ride for all of it (inside of course!)! He even made it to Vienna in February with Jenna. I stayed home and watched the kids. I wasn't mentally ready for that journey, but Jenna and my sister Laura had a wonderful time. I am glad she was able to go.
Goodbye Students!
The end of my school year was pretty great for the most part. I really loved the kids I taught, even if they were pretty challenging at the end of the year. Good kids, I just wish that 11 and 12 year old children could catch the vision for their lives. Things are very much here and now at that point in life. I know I expect a lot, especially if I think about how I was at that age: Not mature. Life was all about my friends and my Game Boy. Ha. Kind of embarrassing, but mostly funny. Honestly, if I compare myself to these kids, they may be doing much better than I was! ANYWAY. The year ended pretty well, and as usual, I missed my students, though I was seriously ready for a break after all the end of year testing and activities.
Wes and Kellie's vows were awesome!
Back to Easton and our summer (sorry this post is going to be very...rambly...? That's not a word...but you get the idea.). Having a new baby definitely made the summer much more interesting to say the least. We went up to Stadium of Fire less than a month after he was born. Jenna had him in the mornings, but he was with me a lot of the day. Thankfully Ann Hepworth came up with Brynn to help out. It was a huge help to have her there. It all ended up quite pleasant and nice. Easton definitely had some rough times, but overall he was a champ. Especially for putting up with his dad. Another great thing about the Stadium of Fire trip is that we were just up the road from my brother Dan and his wife Brittney. Dan is currently attending PA school and it was awesome to spend a little time with their family!
Kellie and Wes were married the same weekend as Stadium of Fire. It was a very nice ceremony with family at Wes's parents house. We are really happy that Kellie has been able to find Wes. He treats her right, he has a great energy and is a great guy. He also brought two really neat children with him into all our lives.
Cousin time on the way to Cascade Falls
After that we had our Corry Family Reunion. I took the kids up Wednesday evening. While setting up my tent, we experienced a cloudburst...so we all slept in Dad's tent that night with the Robinson kids. Dad slept outside. Nate and Monica were there also and we did some dutch oven potatoes and chicken. It was pretty great (of course my panic attacks were full-throttle that evening...but you know. That's life for me some times!). Jenna of course stayed home, but she did come up the next evening for dinner with the family. After that night, Jenna and I slept in Orderville and came up in the mornings. The tent did dry out after a couple of days at least...
Other things that happened? I had some trainings/PLC planning meetings in June and July as well teaching summer school at the Elementary. During summer school I worked with Linsey Glover, Sharon Glazier, and Kim Swapp - as well as the super cute kids who came. They were all recently out of kindergarten or 1st grade. It was really fun to work with students who were much younger than what I usually get to work with. It was a good reminder of how much work our lower grade teachers put in to each student. By the time they get up to me they are doing pretty well.
Just an hour or so before my car exploded on our 50 miler reunion hike!
Dallin Corry, Bryan Kimball, David Crowther, Bryan's son, Brent Blodgett,
Brielle Blodgett, and Sam Barker. 
What else? The green car exploded. Literally. It had already hit a road sign and been flooded by water, so naturally exploding was next on its list of things to do. I had taken it to a 50 miler reunion (where we hiked maybe 5 miles instead of 50...) down on Webster's Flat. I went to cook some dutch oven for the guys and while parking went over a rock that I didn't see. I had moved the big one...but missed two smaller ones. There was some scraping, but nothing too alarming. I drove the car the next day to the hike spot, hiked just fine with Dallin, got in the car to go home, made it to Highway 14 off of Webster's and...it exploded. It was quite surprising, but we pulled over and were rescued almost instantly by Johnny Roundy and his family.
One thing I would like to point out about this whole thing is that I had asked Dallin to say a prayer just before we left after finishing the hike. I believe he prayed that we would get home safe. Yes, it was a bummer that the car exploded, but I can't help but think of how miraculous is was that literally seconds after I had pulled the car to the side of the road, Johnny Roundy and another man were walking towards me. Johnny loaded Dallin and I and our stuff up, got us in the car, and got us home. I was able to get everything worked out after that. Even insurance has stepped up and helped us out since then. So. As frustrating as it is to see a great car hit the end of its service (two days after paying it off no less!), I am so grateful that forces were at work to help us out of a tough situation. I fully believe that the hand of the Lord was in it, as well as blessings for trying to serve and paying our tithing. I know the Lord hears us, we just need to keep up open and constant communication. He can work our problems, trials, whatever out towards our good and experience.
Another positive thing was the care and attention we received from community members. Roger Goulding was so helpful in getting our car back and helping us out. He always is. He even got our Chevy Venture working well for us again, so I can drive that for a while.
What else happened? Easton was blessed. We were able to get permission to bless him at the Old Rock Church in Orderville due to family having to travel fairly far in some cases. It was really great to have them all there for it. I am appreciative to my siblings for being so supportive of each other. We spent a lot of time together in July and I am grateful for them and their examples to me.
Just outside the Payson Temple at Laura's Wedding
Speaking of siblings, my sister Laura married Rick Francis in the Payson Temple. It was beautiful and wonderful. One of the best parts of the whole things, besides Rick and Laura getting married, was being able to see all of my siblings and their spouses as well as all of my dad's siblings and their spouses gathered together in the Sealing Room. I feel extremely lucky to have been able to look around and see all of them there. The only exception, that was a bit of a bummer was that Jenna had to be out with Easton for obvious reasons. He was only a month old, and as perfect as he is...he may or may not be extremely fussy at times.
Other things? Dallin went to Cedar Mountain Science Camp again. He was able to go with Austin Little and Kaylin Haslem two of his great friends. Three gals from Kanab Elementary were also there with him: Hailey McQuivey, Emrey Kabonic, and Cora Shakespear. So they got to have a little post 5th Grade reunion of sorts. Dallin has been surrounded by great people and kids in Kanab and Valley. I feel lucky to be a parent to children who are able to grow up in Kane County. We have good people here. Very good.
Stadium of Fire! 
Allison was able to perform in the Stadium of Fire with Red Rock and had a great time hanging our with her friends in dance. She also performed well in competitions in the spring. Not only dance was big for her, she was also able to go hang out with her awesome Aunt Kellie and her daughters McKaela and Paisley for several days. We have great times with Wes and Kellie's family!
Which reminds me! In May we went to Scott's graduation! It was a pretty long drive up to Logan, and we were super tired as it hit right in the middle of the end of the school year and dance season. Scott and Stephanie put on quite a celebration for everyone and we had a wonderful time with all of Jenna's family. The ceremony was really well put together as was the luncheon Stephanie hosted beforehand. She is a class act and really knows how to keep things organized. We were extremely grateful that we had decided to make the trip.
Scott and Stephanie have since moved to Washington D.C.! Scott has started a job with Amazon as Stephanie continues to work with Malouf (a really nice bedding and sleep company). We miss having them so close, but understand that this is an amazing opportunity for Scott. Honestly, Amazon is lucky to have him. He's brilliant. Like really, really smart, especially in the world of computers.
Other things?
Well. We had a really fun birthday celebrations for my dad and Jenna's. For my dad with had a classic Corry family dinner at the old house. It may not be amazing for some people, but for me, it was perfect. I love the time we get to spend at the Corry house in Cedar. My dad is pretty awesome also. Mom always does great preparing for and getting us all together. I have two amazing parents, and I am grateful they are both doing well as they get older.
With Alan, we were able to have a really fun night out in St. George. We went to an Escape Room place with an Alice in Wonderland theme that was really fun. We also ate out and just had a great time visiting.
That same trip to St. George was doubly great due to spending time with Steve, Lindsay, and Henry and Lindsay's parents condominium. It was very nice and comfortable. It was the last time we were able to see Steve and Lindsay this summer before they headed back to Qatar. We have to take advantage of those opportunities! Wes and Kellie were also there with there family. So of course there was excitement abounding!
I also have to mention Parker! He was just with us most of the summer. He didn't get to go and do anything by himself, but he's been our constant little buddy. His favorite thing of late is Jenna's big pink workout ball. He just bounces, literally, all over the place. Of course this is also great fodder for some bedtime stories about Rocket Bouncy Balls...you'd have to be there. He did try cutting his hair yesterday if anyone is curious. I feel like it's a right of passage for a lot of kids: To cut their bangs super short at least one. He now has a very short haircut!
Fourth of July - Jenna style!
I did also want to pop in a little information on our Labor Day weekend. Jenna's Grandma "Applevalley" and Papa Bill were at there property with Bill's son, Tim, and his wife Sara (and their two cute kids). It was great also to hang out with them. We also got to spend time with Karen and Darrell (Jenna's parents for those who don't know) at Navajo Lake. It was so nice to spend that time with each of them.
There's so much more I could write about. It was an amazing summer overall. School is now back in session, and I am loving these new kids. They are really fun and they are good. I hope I can help them see how good they are. Nothing is as challenging to me as a teacher as seeing the great and good in my students and trying to help them see it. It is there in every human being. God is in us all.
Of course I want my students to succeed in Language Arts, but it is more important that while I teach them there confidence increases in themselves and who they are. Thankfully, I do not do it alone, Hollie Geiger and Tyree Thurgood are amazing team members and we work together often to make that difference!
If there is any common theme in all this rambling it would be that I am surrounded and blessed with good people. They are what life is all about. With all this fighting in the world about different ideologies and such, we tend to forget that we are individuals, and no, we're not exactly the same, but we are God's kids, and He loves each of us. If he can love each person, we can probably do the same. There is a lot to love about every person I've ever met (even if we have to work harder at it sometimes!). I'm grateful for the blessing of people. It's one of the greatest things we have.
I suppose if I looked out at all the hard things happening in the world, I could get discouraged, but I choose to see that in the midst of those hard things happening, in many cases (probably most), there are good people, doing good things, making the world a better place to be in. That's what I choose to see. I can see a hurricane (or two) and worry about the devastation, and it is devastation, but I can also see all the wonderful people being great examples and serving each other. It is sometimes when our comforts are stripped from us that our better nature takes over. We finally see what is important when we aren't blinded by our 'stuff'. Most good things in our lives center around other people.
Well. You all already know this don't you?
So do I. Perhaps I should live it better!
Until next time...

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Conference in the Car

Dallin and I listen to Conferences in the car. It's really my way of getting some spiritual uplifting on the way to work. It works pretty well. I am currently listening to April 1999 and have been really impressed with some of the talks I've listened to. Not only have I been impressed, but it has been nice to discuss a little with Dallin. It's pretty relaxing and it also makes me happy to know that Dallin is soaking some of these messages in and internalizing them. He's a much better person than I was at his age.
So...what has stood out to me? There are several of the talks I wanted to share a few quotes from that were really excellent. Not just excellent, but so inspired for our times. Yes, they are almost 20 years old, but they grow almost more applicable as time marches on.
First is Elder Joel J. Christensen's talk titled "Greed, Selfishness, and Overindulgence. If anything describes our day - these words hit the 'nail on the head'. Elder Christensen states:

In our day, many children grow up with distorted values because we as parents overindulge them. Whether you are well-to-do or, like most of us, of more modest means, we as parents often attempt to provide children with almost everything they want thus taking away from them the blessing of anticipating, of longing for something they do not have. One of the most important things we can teach our children is to deny themselves. Instant gratification generally makes for weak people. How many truly great individuals do you know who never had to struggle?

Elder Maxwell has voiced this concern when he said: “A few of our wonderful youth and young adults in the Church are unstretched. They have almost a free pass. Perks are provided, including cars complete with fuel and insurance—all paid for by parents who sometimes listen in vain for a few courteous and appreciative words. What is thus taken for granted … tends to underwrite selfishness and a sense of entitlement.”5

A wise young mother said: “I choose not to give our children what I can afford to give them. I hold back for their sake.”

In the words of Fred Gosman, “Children who always get what they want will want as long as they live.” And somewhere along the line it is important for the character development of our children to learn that “the earth still revolves around the sun” and not around them. Rather, we should train our children to ask themselves the question, How is the world a better place because they are in it?

We live in a world of entertainment in full color with a lot of fast action, a world in which many children grow up thinking that if it isn’t fun, it is boring and not worthwhile. Even in family activities, we need to strike a balance between play and work. Some of my most memorable experiences while growing up centered around family activities: learning how to shingle a roof, build a fence, or working in the garden. Rather than being all work and no play, for many of our children it is almost all play and very little work.

As a consequence of overindulgence, many children leave homes ill-prepared to meet the real world. President Hinckley said: “Of course, we need to earn a living. The Lord told Adam that in the sweat of his face should he eat bread all the days of his life. It is important that we qualify ourselves to be self-reliant, particularly that every young man at the time of marriage be ready and able to assume the responsibilities of providing for his companion and for the children who may come to that home.”8

All too many enter marriage who have never learned to cook, sew, or develop other important life skills. Ignorance of these needed skills, along with the lack of understanding of the management of money, sow the seeds for many failures in our children’s marriages.

I fear that in many cases we are rearing children who are slaves to expensive fads and fashions. Remember the scripture, “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”9 How do we determine where our treasure is? To do so, we need to evaluate the amount of time, money, and thought we devote to something. Might it not be well to evaluate how much focus we place on shopping and spending?
His talk can be found at this address: https://www.lds.org/general-conference/1999/04/greed-selfishness-and-overindulgence?lang=eng

The next talk was "The Hands of the Fathers" by Jeffrey R. Holland. This wonderful talk put an emphasis on the importance of our relationship with our Heavenly Father and the relationships we fathers have with our children.

Elder Holland tenderly describes the relationship God has with his Son and how that relationship must have been strengthened by the willingness of the Son to descend below all things for our benefit. From his talk:

"Even as He moved toward the Crucifixion, He restrained His Apostles who would have intervened by saying, “The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?”7 When that unspeakable ordeal was finished, He uttered what must have been the most peaceful and deserved words of His mortal ministry. At the end of His agony, He whispered, “It is finished: … Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”8 Finally it was over. Finally He could go home.

I confess that I have reflected at length upon that moment and the resurrection which was shortly to follow it. I have wondered what that reunion must have been like: the Father that loved this Son so much, the Son that honored and revered His Father in every word and deed. For two who were one as these two were one, what must that embrace have been like? What must that divine companionship be yet? We can only wonder and admire. And we can, on an Easter weekend, yearn to live worthily of some portion of that relationship ourselves.

As a father, I wonder if I and all other fathers could do more to build a sweeter, stronger relationship with our sons and daughters here on earth. Dads, is it too bold to hope that our children might have some small portion of the feeling for us that the Divine Son felt for His Father? Might we earn more of that love by trying to be more of what God was to His child? In any case, we do know that a young person’s developing concept of God centers on characteristics observed in that child’s earthly parents.

For that reason and many others, I suppose no book I have read in recent months has alarmed me more than a work entitled Fatherless America. In this study the author speaks of “fatherlessness” as “the most harmful demographic trend of this generation,” the leading cause of damage to children. It is, he is convinced, the engine driving our most urgent social problems, from poverty to crime to adolescent pregnancy to child abuse to domestic violence. Among the principal social issues of our time is the flight of fathers from their children’s lives.

Of even greater concern than the physical absenteeism of some fathers is the spiritually or emotionally absent father. These are fatherly sins of omission that are probably more destructive than sins of commission. Why are we not surprised that when 2,000 children of all ages and backgrounds were asked what they appreciated most about their fathers, they answered universally, “He spends time with me”?

A young Laurel I met on a conference assignment not long ago wrote to me after our visit and said, “I wish my dad knew how much I need him spiritually and emotionally. I crave any kind comment, any warm personal gesture. I don’t think he knows how much it would mean to me to have him take an active interest in what is going on in my life, to offer to give me a blessing, or just spend some time together. I know he worries that he won’t do the right thing or won’t say the words well. But just to have him try would mean more than he could ever know. I don’t want to sound ungrateful because I know he loves me. He sent me a note once and signed it ‘Love, Dad.’ I treasure that note. I hold it among my dearest possessions.”

Well, as with that young woman, I don’t want this talk to sound ungrateful, nor is it meant to make fathers feel they have fallen short. Most fathers are wonderful. Most dads are terrific. I don’t know who wrote these little storybook verses remembered from my youth, but they go something like this:

Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Toiling and striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come home and to hear his voice.
Only a dad, but he gives his all,
Smoothing the way for his children small,
Doing with courage so stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
These are the lines that for him I pen,
Only a dad—but the best of men.

And, brethren, even when we are not “the best of men,” even in our limitations and inadequacy, we can keep making our way in the right direction because of the encouraging teachings set forth by a Divine Father and demonstrated by a Divine Son. With a Heavenly Father’s help we can leave more of a parental legacy than we suppose.

One new father wrote: “Often as I watch my son watch me, I am taken back to moments with my own dad, remembering how vividly I wanted to be just like him. I remember having a plastic razor and my own can of foaming cream, and each morning I would shave when he shaved. I remember following his footsteps back and forth across the grass as he mowed the lawn in summer.

“Now I want my son to follow my lead, and yet it terrifies me to know he probably will. Holding this little boy in my arms, I feel a ‘heavenly homesickness,’ a longing to love the way God loves, to comfort the way He comforts, to protect the way He protects. The answer to all the fears of my youth was always ‘What would Dad do?’ Now that I have a child to raise I am counting on a Heavenly Father to tell me exactly that.”
Elder Holland's talk can be found here:
https://www.lds.org/general-conference/1999/04/the-hands-of-the-fathers?lang=eng

Another talk that made a profound impression on me was Elder Neal A. Maxwell's address "Repent of [Our] Selfishness (D&C 56:8).

Elder Maxwell makes some associations to selfishness that apply strongly to much of the culture of the world today. I loved his insights and wanted to share a few of them here also:

In one degree or another we all struggle with selfishness. Since it is so common, why worry about selfishness anyway? Because selfishness is really self-destruction in slow motion. No wonder the Prophet Joseph Smith urged, “Let every selfish feeling be not only buried, but annihilated” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, sel. Joseph Fielding Smith [1976], 178). Hence annihilation—not moderation—is the destination!

Surging selfishness, for example, has shrunken some people into ciphers; they seek to erase their emptiness by sensations. But in the arithmetic of appetite, anything multiplied by zero still totals zero! Each spasm of selfishness narrows one’s universe that much more by reducing his awareness of or concern with others. In spite of its outward, worldly swagger, such indulgent individualism is actually provincial, like goldfish in a bowl congratulating themselves on their self-sufficiency, never mind the food pellets or changes of water.

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Another quote from Elder Maxwell:

In contrast to the path of selfishness, there is no room for road rage on the straight and narrow way. There will be no spouse or child abuse when there is unselfish love at home. Furthermore, unselfishness is best grown in the family garden, and, likewise, diligently performing seemingly ordinary Church duties can further help us to overcome selfishness. The unselfish are also more free. As G. K. Chesterton said, if we can be interested in others, even if they are not interested in us, we will find ourselves “under a freer sky, [and] in a street full of splendid strangers” (Orthodoxy [1959], 21).

In daily discipleship, the many ways to express selfishness are matched by many ways to avoid it. Meekness is the real cure, for it does not merely mask selfishness but dissolves it! Smaller steps could include asking ourselves inwardly before undertaking an important action, Whose needs am I really trying to meet? Or in significant moments of self-expression, we can first count to 10. Such thoughtful filtering can multiply our offering by 10 as a mesh of reflective meekness filters out destructive and effusive ego.

We can also meekly let our ideas have a life of their own without oversponsoring them. Rather, let the Spirit impel our worthy ideas.

Alas, gross, individual selfishness is finally acculturated. Then societies can eventually become without order, without mercy, without love, perverted, and past feeling (see Moro. 9). Society thereby reflects a grim, cumulative tally which signals a major cultural decline. This happened anciently when a people actually became “weak, because of their transgression” (Hel. 4:26). Speaking behaviorally, when what was once the lesser voice of the people becomes more dominant, then the judgments of God and the consequences of foolish selfishness follow (see Mosiah 29:26–27).

Cultural decline is accelerated when single-interest segments of society become indifferent to general values once widely shared. This drift is facilitated by the indifferent or the indulgent as society is led carefully down to hell (see 2 Ne. 28:21). Some may not join in this drift, but instead they step aside, whereas once they might have constrained, as is their representative right. Of such circumstances Yeats lamented, “The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity” (W. B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”).

Today, in place of some traditionally shared values is a demanding conformity pushed, ironically, by those who eventually will not tolerate those who once tolerated them. While incremental iniquity may not cause a huge decline all at once, the same somber direction is nevertheless continued, subtly and carefully, with no arousing jolts or jars (see 2 Ne. 28:21).

Such are some of the proximate consequences of selfishness, yet some of its consequences are ultimate—impacting us salvationally.

Selfishness is actually the detonator of all the cardinal sins. It is the hammer for the breaking of the Ten Commandments, whether by neglecting parents, the Sabbath, or by inducing false witness, murder, and envy. No wonder the selfish individual is often willing to break a covenant in order to fix an appetite. No wonder those who will later comprise the telestial kingdom, after they have paid a price, were once unrepentant adulterers, whoremongers, and those who both loved and made lies.

Some of the selfish wrongly believe that there is no divine law anyway, so there is no sin (see 2 Ne. 2:13). Situational ethics are thus made to order for the selfish. So in the management of self, one can conquer by his genius and strength, because there really is no crime whatsoever (see Alma 30:17).

Unsurprisingly therefore, selfishness leads to terrible perceptual and behavioral blunders. For instance, Cain, corrupted by his seeking of power, said after slaying Abel, “I am free” (Moses 5:33; see also Moses 6:15).

One of the worst consequences of severe selfishness, therefore, is this profound loss of proportionality, like straining at gnats while swallowing camels (see Matt. 23:24; see also JST in footnote 24a). Today there are, for example, those who strain over various gnats but swallow the practice of partial-birth abortions. Small wonder, therefore, that selfishness magnifies a mess of pottage into a banquet and makes 30 pieces of silver look like a treasure trove.

Developmentally, what transpires is like what happened to an ancient group of children “who did grow up …, that they became for themselves”—hardened and errant (3 Ne. 1:29; see also 3 Ne. 1:30). Devastating cultural change can and does happen “in the space of not many years,” including replacing the much-needed spirit of community with a diversified alliance of dalliance (see Hel. 4:26).

Determined to walk in his own way, the natural man often persists to the point where he is “past feeling,” having been sedated by pleasing the carnal mind (see 1 Ne. 17:45; see also Eph. 4:19). Sadly, like the drug addict, he is always in need of a fresh fix.

The link to his excellent talk: https://www.lds.org/general-conference/1999/04/repent-of-our-selfishness-d-c-56-8?lang=eng

Well. There you go. Some amazing words from amazing and good men. I have a lot of work to do to line my life up as I should. The Savior, of course, is the best example of how. We can look to Him.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Life and School...My Brain...and the Holidays...

I'm not doing super great at the blogging at this point. I don't know if there are any great excuses, but I do know that it is something I do...or try to do, because it is an outlet for me to discover my feelings. Speaking of feelings...
I've had a lot of those these past few months.
School is well underway. Really, we're on the down side of the year now. It is one of the major highlights of my life. That may sound weird, but I feel so happy when I get to interact with these amazing kids. It's not just that they are smart. They are good. They are our future, and I think we are in great hands. They are loving. Yes, they are kids and they have problems. There is a lot to teach, knowledge and standards, but also how to be as a human. A good human. We try to teach those lessons as well as the lessons they need to pass tests. State tests, other tests, lots of tests. Most importantly though, the test of life. I hope I pass something on that will be of value in that area above all others.
School is full of positive happy, and once in a while stressful feelings. It is overall a great place. I have a wonderful job.
Home. Home is full of good stuff. Jenna and the kids love me. I love them. I have needed a little extra of their love lately. Jenna has been crazy busy with the studio and all her performances. She does so well. Her plate overfloweth, but she manages it with grace.
Church. Church has been healing. I love the power of the Spirit on my tired soul. My calling can add stress when I don't manage it correctly, but overall it is a huge blessing at this time in my life.
This time in my life. In my personal, inside my body, trapped in my head life...it's been rough lately.
Logically. Externally. Everything is really, really good. But in my head. It's not. It's worse than it has been in a long time. It may be the worst in some ways I've ever experienced.
So. How can life be so good, and yet my head be in a dark place?
I think a lot of people know how that works, and it is good to know I am not alone and that there are solutions.
So...why so glum Jeff? I don't exactly know. It started with just a whole lot of stress. Ramped up with a sudden trip to Vienna (A really great deal...for the money, but not my head and my level of preparedness...) that I backed out of. During the Thanksgiving Break it was full on panic attacks for about three or four days. I don't know if anyone out there has had panic attacks...but they are trying. It's like trying to run from some crazy danger (imagine being buried alive...or the like). The cruddy thing is that the "danger" isn't real. Your body is just so sensitized to everything that it is shooting fight or flight adrenaline non-stop.
Even if you are sitting in a chair with your family in your parent's living room. Honestly, it was thoughts of the trip and leaving my kids for almost a week that triggered it. It was too sudden for my slow little self. Thoughts that were constantly swirling around in my head.
I finally took my medicine that I have for this very situation, but I should have started earlier.
I received a blessing from Dad the first night. It comforting and mentioned that the Atonement could heal this. So of course I am "magically" better...right?
Nope.
That's not how it works. I went to the Church's mental health site (Mental Health - The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints), and I watched some videos of other people's experiences. I was a sobbing wreck as I recognized myself in these. Needless to say, it is pretty humbling to get to the point where I will admit that I need somebody else to guide me through my crazy little brain.
I am also taking some medication to ease the anxiety. Thankfully I don't need much, but it does help right now.
My panic attacks uncovered a few other underlying issues: I get depressed (especially during the dark months of year)...and I don't always deal with that depression in healthy ways.
The main way I deal with it...ignoring it.
It's pretty easy. Just do something else.
I think that ignoring it is actually the right choice sometimes, but if the underlying stress activates a panic attack. It's time to do something. I probably should have done something earlier.

I am now a couple months out from Thanksgiving and I have had time to get some help. Thankfully, I have learned valuable skills and information about myself. I have limits, but I also have strengths. We tend to only want to have strengths. I feel, for the most part, I have a lot of strengths.
But.
I have weaknesses also. They bring me closer to God. They humble me. They teach me. Weakness creates more compassion for my fellow man.
I wouldn't trade my weakness, even though I don't enjoy it. I hope it gets less and doesn't control me. But it is part of me. I need it because it teaches me I need God.
I'm still going to address my weakness though. Because I believe in becoming better. Will I get over it in this life? I don't know. Doesn't matter. I have work to do.





Thursday, September 15, 2016

Questions to Me about My Mission

So...my sister works for the Church. They are doing a project. She asked me the questions below. After answering them, I felt so grateful for the experiences I had. I thought I'd share the questions and the answers below:

A.       How did you see the Gospel of Jesus Christ change the lives of the people you taught?
I always loved seeing the people give up habits and turn their lives over to the Lord. I loved seeing their faith in the Priesthood.

B.       Do you have any powerful conversion stories from your mission you could share with us?
One lady, Tammy Thomas, found us. She had showed up in church on Sunday with several children, some hers, some relatives. We went over and introduced ourselves. We asked if we could come over the next evening.
At some point during the discussions she told us that her decision to come to our church was based on her opening the phonebook that Sunday, offering a prayer and saying that she would go to whichever church the book landed open on. It landed open on The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. She followed through, did what was needed, and became baptized along with her son and nephew. It was a powerful, miraculous experience for me. She was a great example of faith, and I think the Lord knew that she would really follow the inspiration given to her.

C.   Do you remember any specific moments when you felt the Lord guiding your work as a missionary?
Of course. When serving in the same area as the lady mentioned before - things had been going slow. So Elder Mathews and I set a goal to have a certain number of baptisms. It was pretty high for the time and area, but we knew the Lord would provide. I believe we either reached or came really close to that goal, it may have been reached just after I left the area through my companion. This same principle of goal setting came in handy when I served later as the Ward Mission Leader. We didn’t quite meet our goals (which were set purposely high), but we were blessed with many converts two separate times, and it was as much as we could receive at the time. Setting goals with faith and with the Lord works!

D.  Can you share a time when you could tell the Lord had been preparing the hearts of those you were teaching?
I think the story mentioned above was one situation. There were two separate incidents both involving exchange students from Albania. In the first situation, the girl was in a bad living setup and the bishop took her in. She was soon baptized. The other situation was a young man, about the same age, who was living with a member family. We worked with him off and on. We never were able to invite him to be baptized because he was the one who approached us about it. It was such a great experience to teach and know him. He is a great guy.

E.      Can you tell me about some moments where you felt you were serving where you were supposed to be?
I think I feel that way about every area - especially looking back, most particularly though about my second area in Choctaw, Oklahoma. The morning after transfers - I felt like I had been through areas I had never seen. It was quite a strong sense of “deja vu”. Call it what you will, I felt at home in that area.

F.      How and when did you feel the Savior was supporting you in your mission? 
I struggled with intense homesickness accompanied by panic attacks at the beginning of my mission. I look back and I’m not quite sure how I endured it other than it had to have been the blessings, journal writing, and intense feelings of the Spirit. Knowing I was doing the right thing at the time in my life gave me strength. Honestly, I don’t know if I recognized His hand fully at the time. I believed I was being helped, but I don’t know if I ever had that conscious thought. I look back now, 18 years later and I know I was being helped. Too many things worked out for the best. The Lord really does help us. In our full-time missions and even after. I would say especially after. Perhaps a mission trains us to recognize His hand more fully.


G.       Do any moments come to mind of when you turned the work over to the Lord and saw how He was able to use you as an instrument in His hands?
I think the example I shared above about goals illustrates this. There is another example though. I asked to extend my mission by about 6 weeks a few months before I went home. For that final transfer President asked me to serve as an Traveling Assistant with a few other Elders. I remember that first day as an A.P. not knowing what to do. I shed tears and prayed. I felt as out of my element as I did the first day in the field. We didn’t have a home base and we were going to be living out of suitcases. I prayed intensely seeking guidance. The answer...was to go and tract in the Elders’ area we were staying in. We got out the door. The Spirit came and my worries lifted.
Those six weeks were powerful. We worked closely with President Engebretsen going where he would send us and where we felt so inclined. I remember having some great experiences with other missionaries and seeing parts of the mission I would have never seen. They were probably some of my favorite weeks.
I think the reason this experience was so powerful was because, even though I had been out 2 years, I still had areas I could grow, and the Lord knew it. He taught me. I became even more than I would have because I put myself in His hands. This principle also applies to life after the mission. Life is a mission, and if we will follow the Lord, He will mold us in His image - gradually over time. I’m grateful for that because I know my weakness and I still feel hope!

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Ending a School Year and Measuring its Impact

The humor for me here is that I am finally able to process everything that happened last year and this year has already begun! It all culminated this last Friday when about ten girls from last year's class popped in to say hello. I miss them! I take for granted all the amazing interactions that happen in a class when a teacher really tries to make a one on one connection with each student. The results are amazing, but it isn't just results:
I have FIFTY-SIX people in my life from last year that mean the world to me. Each one of them brought something special to me, and I am not just saying that.
I miss seeing them daily. I miss their humor and struggles. I miss worrying about them and being able to impact them. I now worry that they make the transition from childhood to teenager to adult successfully. Most do, some struggle. I miss my time of being able to influence them daily towards successful adulthood. I have to believe they have people in their lives that will guide them along that path.
Ending a school year is always bitter sweet. It is nice to have the break, but there is always the realization that most likely these interactions with students won't ever be the same again: The inside jokes, the personal struggles and victories, the heartbreaking events in their lives. These are the things that make a school year. The instruction is lovely and fulfilling for me, but the connections and love I gain from being a teacher and mentor to these students is what it is all about.
You cannot measure it. You cannot replace it. It's a blessing in my life.
I have often thought about the path that led me to being a teacher. I can see the Lord's hand in it. He took my personality and some of my desires, and He put me in a position that would be the best for me. He will do that for anyone who wants it. He knew me better than I knew myself. This is my twelfth year and it just gets better. I'm grateful for the stretching that comes from this "job" (honestly, it feels more like a calling most of the time). I'm grateful that there are hundreds of kids that I can call my own and that I love.
Teaching definitely isn't about all the money I'm raking in, for me it's about trying to change a life, and sometimes save a life. Sometimes it's the life of a student, many times it is mine. Teaching success is measured  in more than just test scores. It is measured in love, time, tears and in people.
Lucky me!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Accomplishing Good Things - Thanks Brother of Jared for Your Example

I have had the story of the Brother of Jared - specifically the lights in the barge section - in my mind a lot the last few days. We are considering some big choices at this time and we're trying to do the right thing. I think the principle in these verses is really profound and applicable to many of the problems and situations we face. We sometimes struggle because we "think" that there is "one right answer". The brother of Jared could have just said to himself, "Well we'll just have to cross in the dark because the Lord didn't say anything about lights."
BUT he didn't. He saw an opportunity to make life a little easier an better quality. So he approached the Lord. Did the Lord hand out a free answer? Nope. He said, "[W]hat will ye that I should prepare for you?"
I believe that the Lord expects us to believe that He can and will help us achieve goals, dreams, desires that are good. He can build our faith when we need and want to accomplish some great thing - whatever it is. This whole situation the Brother of Jared found himself in was because he wanted to help his family. It was his desire - the Lord was there to help and offer assistance to righteous desires. So...what does that mean for us?
If it worked for the Brother of Jared, it will work for us. We need to be prayerful and counsel with the Lord about what we desire, about what we feel impressed to do, but I believe the Lord will be there to help us. I think He's happy about us being "agents unto ourselves" (D&C 58:28) and He knows our abilities and strength will grow as we pursue things we want that will benefit our families and the people around us. We need to trust Him more. He's not just a law-giver, he's a helper, a friend, a builder, a guide.
So the actual scriptures are right here. Read them for yourselves, they are pretty awesome:
22 And he cried again unto the Lord saying: O Lord, behold I have done even as thou hast commanded me; and I have prepared the vessels for my people, and behold there is no light in them. Behold, O Lord, wilt thou suffer that we shall cross this great water in darkness?
23 And the Lord said unto the brother of Jared: What will ye that I should do that ye may have light in your vessels? For behold, ye cannot have windows, for they will be dashed in pieces; neither shall ye take fire with you, for ye shall not go by the light of fire.
24 For behold, ye shall be as a whale in the midst of the sea; for the mountain waves shall dash upon you. Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea; for the winds have gone forth out of my mouth, and also the rains and the floods have I sent forth.
25 And behold, I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea, and the winds which have gone forth, and the floods which shall come. Therefore what will ye that I should prepare for you that ye may have light when ye are swallowed up in the depths of the sea?