Monday, January 29, 2007

22 Days of Peace

It's a common thing I am sure. Being a mom is hard work. The kind of work that can throw a woman to the edge of insanity HOWEVER that is not what being a mom is about. It is just one of those things that come with the territory at times. But I think I have been defining motherhood as a sanity tester too and my perspective has been clouded. So, last Sunday, I took some time to talk with my husband and pour my heart out to the Lord in order to gain some much needed strength and corrected perspective. The main thing that was making me feel out of balance and on the edge of insanity was that I wasn't creating my own cocoon of peace and I needed to make it a serious stewardship of mine.

You see, my litte 4 yr old was challenging me beyond what I felt I could handle. Out of whack and extremely dramatic, I wondered what was wrong with her. In truth, a large part of her dysfunction was a result of my own. How could my gifted and perceptive 4 yr old feel peace if her mother didn't? So this has been my quest for the last 7 days. And it is working. It can be draining to bridle one's passions but the payoff is worth the work, because I am feeling more peace and love for myself than I have felt in many months. I received some counsel as I began my journey to more peaceful living and being a better mother from Alma 38: 12 it says, " Use boldness, but not overbearance; and also see that ye bridle all your passions, that ye may be filled with love; see that ye refrain from idleness." This was perfect counsel to me as a mother. To be firm in my discipline but not naggy and overbearing. To bridle my feelings of inpatience and frustration so that I could have the Spirit with me and feel more love, compassion and understanding for the needs of my children. Also, I must remain productive and not waste my time on things that are not my priorities.

The past 7 days have been really good. We began the week with Family Home Evening reading about Captain Moroni and the title of liberty he made to remind the Nephites of what they were fighting and living for. So, we made a title of liberty for family. Our motto is

Be Kind, Be Gentle, Obey God.

And it has been a useful tool to remind us of how we need to be with one another all week. So, I wanted to keep on this path and do what I can to make this more fully a part of me, something that reacts first. In my scripture study this morning I was reading in Jacob 5 where the Lord of the vineyard and His servant are trying to nourish the trees of the vineyard so that they might bring forth good fruit. I thought of myself as one of those trees that the Lord was putting every effort into saving. In Jacob 5: 59 it reads, " And this I do that , perhaps, the roots thereof may take strength because of their goodness: and because of the change of the branches, that the good may overcome the evil. " What happened in the olive tree allegory was that some of the trees were bearing bad fruit because the bitter branches had overgrown and become stronger than the good roots of the tree. This has been an allegory in my life. My roots have always been good but because of some bitter branch overgrowth I had forgotten to take strength from my very good roots. So it is up to me, with the help of the Lord, to pluck away that which is bitter and graft in that which is sweet.

In Mosiah it says that "Men are that they might have joy" and that is my purpose here. And this is my focus over the course of the next 15 days. I will have joy because that is what the Lord wants and has planned for me. My 17 mos old will still cry (like she is at this very moment)as to fight off the grips of the nap that is essential to her pleasantness and well being. My 4 yr old will still throw a fit when I tell her that she can't have the gumball in the van because she came out of her room after I warned her of said consequence. But I will not let any of these things steal my peace. It is MINE and they cannot have it. And quite frankly, if I take care of my peace then they will have it as well.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Never ever wrest




Its been amazing to feel the strength and power that comes from reading the Book of Mormon with fervor and commitment. It never ceases to change my life, make it better and make me equal to the challenges that I am faced with. Never does it leave me empty. It makes me a better mother, a better wife and person. It, literally, protects me from satan. I love it and I know it is true. I even feel the difference in my day when I know I haven't read enough.

I simply can not afford to not read it, it makes me feel capable, able and peaceful. Humble and confident in the knowledge that I have a Redeemer and a Father who have made a way for me to fill my purpose in this life, to stand for truth-to live it, to allow it to consume me and direct my life for good. It is true.

In Alma 13:20 it says," Now I need not rehearse the matter; what I have said may suffice. Behold, the scriptures are before you; if ye will wrest them it shall be to your own destruction." And I testify that it is true. The minute I begin my day without the power of heaven, I am putting my spirit in jeopardy. All the unrest and turmoil I feel and the longer I "wrest" the Book of Mormon, the more my spirit is yearning to be fed and those hunger pangs are painful. And that kind of famine is needless.