A friend from high school shared a great video clip of President Nelson recounting an experience he had on a plane.
The thing about it that struck the deepest chord in me was when he shared that even though he knew he was plummeting to his death, and those around him were screaming, crying, and panicking, he was calm.
He wasn’t afraid to die.
I sat back and thought about that for a bit.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I realized that I completely understood what he was saying and that I felt the same way.
I’m not afraid to die.
Don’t misunderstand, I have SO many things to still fix and improve and grow in. I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished my task here on earth and am ready to go.
Like one of my very favorite songs from Bye Bye Birdie, I’ve still got a lot of livin’ to do.
Don’t we all?
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We’ve talked before about our family’s little practice of “communication complete.” In a nutshell, one of the four of us can usually recognize when what is being said is NOT what is being heard.
We know by sad experience that this is definitely not a time when ignorance is bliss.
Anyway, we’ve come to really appreciate the extra step to have the intended message make it all the way to the intended recipient.
That’s when we all laugh a little and act like that guy (or girl of course) who is guiding in the airplanes with the great flashing flares and put our hands down in a “communication complete” motion.
Silly, I know, but it has made all the difference.
Especially now that our kids aren’t kids anymore.
But they are still OUR kids, and we are THEIR parents.
And we are still the children of our parents, and they of theirs.
It always will be, no matter how old we all get.
Ahhh. There’s the problem.
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We’ve learned for as long as I can remember that the opposite of pride is humility.
That’s true. You can’t be prideful and humble at the same time.
Last year I shared some musings over the connection between humility and confidence.
In my heart, I feel that only true humility comes to the confident, and only the confident can experience true humility.
Of course the best example we have is the Savior. Is there anyone who was as humble as He?
“Not my will, Lord, but Thine be done.”
But at the same time there has never been One so strong, so purely masculine, so utterly fearless, and so quietly confident.
“Jesus sayeth unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”
Our task in this life is to learn how to become confidently humble; moving forward boldly in the cause of truth and righteousness while constantly working to conform our will to His.
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A wonderful friend and priesthood brother of mine is going through something unimaginable, and has been for years now.
As a husband and a father, this is just about as tough as it gets; I can’t even begin to imagine the pain that plummets the depths of his soul.
We’ve talked several times throughout this experience about a fundamental human need that helps us make it through these tough trials:
What is hope?
He shares that he can understand having hope in the long run; you know, hope in the next life, hope that things eventually will work out okay.
(Source: Alex Batty)
But what about today?
Or, even more difficult, what about tomorrow, when it is even darker than today?
I’ve lain awake trying to pull my thoughts together and put words to what I feel and know within. Chances are pretty good that I’m going to botch this up, but I’ll try anyway.
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I was thinking the other night about some of the negative observations that float around those magic invisible waves that flood our mobile devices with information (and certainly a fair share of misinformation).
What sparked my train of thought was the perception of non-diversity of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when “three more white men from Utah” were called to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles.
As I lay in bed staring at what would be the ceiling if I could see it, my thoughts turned a little angry as I thought: Why do you care?
You know, if someone isn’t a member of the church or doesn’t believe in the witness of the spirit that clearly testifies that these are who the Lord has chosen, then why would they even spend time thinking about it?
No really … why?
The way my mind zooms around from thought to thought, that made me finally land back on the question itself, and I realized that there are, in fact, four questions within the one.
WHY do you care?
Why DO you care?
Why do YOU care?
Why do you CARE?
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