4/15/13

A San Diego Saturday

J and me at the San Diego, CA temple (with a little shut-eye)
 J and I visited San Diego, where we performed service in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint's San Diego California Temple, affectionately deemed the 'princess' castle for it's amazing spires, architecture, and white reflection.  It is probably the most beautiful place I've been in my entire life.  The joy of the moment was magnified by my being able to serve with J.
We also visited the Mormon Batallion museum, which commemorates the over 500 Latter-day Saints who trekked as a standing army from Ohio down to southern California from July of 1846 to July of 1847 the request of US President James Polk.  It was both theatrical and moving- I highly recommend a visit for both young children and adults.
 




4/11/13

Longevity of Obedience

In our recent General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, our prophet, President Monson, spoke concerning obedience.  He quoted Doctrine and Covenants (D&C) 93:26-28,
"The Spirit of truth is of God.  I am the Spirit of truth, and John bore record of me, saying: He received a fulness of truth, yea, even of all truth;
And no man receiveth a fulness unless he keepeth his commandments.
He that keepeth his commandments receiveth truth and light, until he is glorified in truth and knoweth all things." 
This scripture is incredibly powerful to me-- keeping the commandments leads to more truth and light.  It's easy enough understood, but the more I seek for understanding, the more powerful it becomes.

In the same talk, President Monson said, "Obedience is a hallmark of prophets."  In D&C 39, we are privy to a revelation given by the Lord through Joseph Smith to James Covill, who had been a Baptist minister for about forty years.  Covill had covenanted with the Lord that he would obey any command that the Lord would give to him through the Joseph the Prophet.  He had covenanted obedience.

In that revelation the Lord promises Covill a suite of majesty-- power to become God's son, the Holy Ghost which showeth all things and teacheth the peaceable things of the kingdom, great blessings, deliverance, blessings so great as he never had known, a greater life's work, power, great faith, God with him and before his face, and ultimately: gathering unto God in time and in eternity.

That's a pretty hefty checklist of God's purposes, and they were each given to Covill!  The promises could be said to approach a type of 'fulness,' as promised in DC 93.  They could even be said to lead one to be glorified in truth having a knowledge of all things.

Tragically, in the next section (D&C 40), in the same calendar month of the receipt of the promises of his blessings, we find that Covill rejected the word of the Lord, and returned to his former principles and people. What?  Huh? and, how?

Section 40 teaches that Satan tempted Covill, and the fear and persecution and the cares of the world caused him to reject the Lord's word- the word that made abundant promises.  Covill may have been tempted, but wasn't deliverance one of the promised blessings?

This event drives me to ceaselessly consider 1) what blessings have I been promised, and 2) how do I undermine the receipt of my blessings?  Covill broke his covenant of obedience, and by so doing, broke himself against the commandments.  Disobedience is a breaking of the commandments, and a severing of ourselves from God and His promised blessings.

Therefore, I am greatly motivated to keep the commandments.  Even when I don't fully understand their need, or don't feel like it, or am situationally or socially pushed against them.  And it seems, every time I do keep the commandments, no matter how small- I gain an increment of confidence. Even if it doesn't manifest itself immediately.

Three years ago as I considered receiving my endowment in the Temple of the Lord, I was fraught with some internal debate.  I was aware of my follies and shortcomings, while being simultaneously aware of the gravity and demand of the covenants I would make if I did receive my endowment.  To reconcile these two sides of demarcation, I decided to live as perfectly faithfully and as perfectly obediently as I could for a period of months.  By so doing, I could gain the confidence in my own spiritual willpower and obedience that I would permit me to be comfortable making additional covenants, because I would know that I had the spiritual willpower and obedience to keep them, perfectly.  What ensued what a time of beautiful spiritual growth and obedient discovery that has blessed my life with every decision.  At the time I didn't recognize that I would be developing not only willpower and confidence, but that I would be creating spiritual habits that leant power as well.

Now, three years later, I'm able to invoke hindsight, and comment on some great realizations- the period of striving and trying and working and re-trying continues.  It continues with every decision, and with every day, and with every month.  I'm still trying to be just as obedient and I can, and just as stringent in keeping the commandments.  By paying particular attention to the event-based decisions, which can occur multiple in a minute, we guard ourselves against what happen to Covill in less than a month.  I've chosen obedience to be the hallmark of my life, because it's one of the only things of which I have total control.  Obedience is the thing over which we all have total control.


4/7/13

Engagement

The man who I ardently love and respect asked me to be his wife on February 23, 2013.  I've never understood what joy could come to the soul of a human being, especially my soul, until this time.  

J is a man of virtue and knowledge, which were his traits which first caught my eye (actually, my ear, as I heard him comment in Sunday School, and turned, impressed, to see him).  He is a man of principle.  He is a man of diligence.  He is a man of unceasing uprightness.  He is a man of honor.  He is a man of truth.  He is a man of sacrifice.  He is a man with whom I can create a beautiful family founded of the Gospel of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  He is a man that I trust implicitly with all my desires, femininity, craziness, understanding, and in short, body and spirit, my soul.

I don't apologize if my words are sappy or religious, because in truth, coming to know and love this man has brought me closer to both joy and my Savior.  Our relationship has filled the deep-seeded desires that have been cultivated over a lifetime, and which I wondered in faith that they could ever truly be fulfilled.

I feel toward J in the words of one of my favorite poets, Rumi, and anticipate our temple sealing which binds us forever together as husband and wife:
"You have become my greater self;
how can smallness limit me?
You've taken on my being,
how shall I not take on yours?
Forever, you have claimed me
that forever I may know you're mine."
J and I desire to create the goodness in which our soul's have met their expansion.  Although we espouse critically different personal pursuits and interests, through the years we've developed a foundation on which we both return to communicate and to correlate: the gospel.  I'll borrow the personal words of the J. Reuben Clark Law School Assistant Dean, Carl Hernandez, which were given as part of J's acceptance into said law school,
"J, to put it simply, we need people like you whose ideals and principles will help us to accomplish the great and important purposes for which the J. Reuben Clark Law School at BYU were established."
J has what I need- a stalwart, stubborn, unyielding faith in Christ and exemplary obedience to God's commandments and his own covenants.  And a bit of spice.  And intellect.  And a hunky workout buddy.  And some good 'ol Idaho rustic.

J knows how close-knit I am with my family: parents, brothers, sisters, and all.  Having lived out in California, we've had scarce chance to go home, and in my head there was an equally scarce chance of sharing our potential engagement with them.  J took all these considerations, and unbeknownst to me, had my family fly down the night of our engagement so we could celebrate together!
WE DID IT!

Vintage Wedding Books

J and I have decided that we'd like each of our wedding decoration to have 'meaning.'  What type of meaning?  Well, meaning that represents our relationship or love, our pursuits and passions, or our something that symbolizes our families (i.e. I'm thinking of having my dress made with lace from the homeland of my progenitors).

I immediately thought of books.  When I suggested this to J, he laughed, and said, "You know my friends will be like, 'WHAT?', at the wedding.  What do books mean?"  Mustering all my womanly tenderness, I chided in dovelike tones, "Oh dear, books represent us more than any other thing next to the gospel."  It was my weak attempt at saying his man-friends are sometimes denser than I'd like, and don't appreciate fine literature (am I perpetuating a stigma?).  Of course they wouldn't understand books as decorations.

We decided a nice compromise would be to cover the books with vintage fabric, and include on them words, poems, or quotations that represent milestones in our relationship.

For example, some words we've picked include:

Family, power, sacred, seal, marriage, panache, virtue, and temperance.

With this in mind I set about looking for appropriate fabric in our potential wedding colors (burnt orange, raspberry, emerald green, and gold/brown).

However, one late evening, I picked up one of these intended-decoration books and started reading.  I was unaware that I'd read for nearly three hours, and had come across beautiful and forgotten words.  I was passionately transported to my high school days when I'd stay up all night reading, much to the chagrin of my dear mother who could never get me out of bed.  I remember asking my eleventh-grade teacher for the entire collection of Steinbeck's works, because reading just the required two books wasn't enough.  Indeed, I did read every book she had.  I loved to read.

I'd somewhat forgotten this past-time in the craziness, and non-literatureness, of scientific papers and journal articles in which I've been stuck lately.  That night was a blessed sip of the springwater from my youth.  Since then, I'm too much in love with my vintage books to desecrate them by covering them in fabric.  This means I'm on the hunt for antique books that have, well, less value, if you can say such a thing of a book.

How could you mod podge the fabric covers of the following books?...
My collection of antique books- I love them too much to turn them into wedding artwork!
Old Chelsea by Franciscan; made in Staffordshire, England.  China purchased for display at the wedding!
  • 1898: Selections from Shelley, Alexander
  • 1908: The Heart of the Red Firs, Ada Woodruff Anderson
  • 1908: The American Commonwealth: Volume I, Bryce
  • 1908: The American Commonwealth: Volume II, Bryce
  • 1922: Readings in English History, Cheyney
  • 1924: Within a Budding Grove, Proust
  • 1920: I've Married Marjorie, Margaret Widdemer
  • 1921: Victory, Conrad
  • 1925: Quo Vadis, Bienkiewic
  • 1927: Lectures on Theoretical Physics, Lorentz
  • 1929: Joseph and His Brethren, Freeman
  • 1930: Cimarron, Ferber
  • 1931: 'R You Listening, Tony Wons1946: Before the Sun Goes Down, Elizabeth Howard
  • 1936: Idylls of the King, Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 1936: Precis Writing for American Schools, Thurber
  • 1936: Lafayette, A Life, Latzko
  • 1936: While Rome Burns, Alexander Woollcott
  • 1937: A Dictionary of Synonyms and Antonyms
  • 1942: Western Civilization, Tschan, Grimm, & Squires
  • 1942: The Ox-Bow Incident, Clark
  • 1942: A Conrad Argosy, Conrad
  • 1944: Pilots Also Pray, Harmon
  • 1945: English Readings: Beowulf to Shakespear; Gerould, Jones, Bernbaum
  • 1945: Great Son, Ferber
  • 1947: Kingsblood Royal, Sinclair Lewis
  • 1947: Favorite Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • 1948: Practical Chess Openings: Reuben Fine
  • 1950: Nurnberg, Wesen und Schiksal enier Stadt (Essence and Destiny of a City), Sieghardt
  • 1951: Return to Paradise, Michener (this is what kept me up all night!)
  • 1952: My Cousin Rachel, Maurier
  • 1953: The Bridges at Toko-Ri and other Short Stories, Maupassant
  • 1953: The Scribner Treasure: 22 Classic Tales
  • 1953: A Stillness at Appomattox, Catton
  • 1954: Gertrude Lawrence as Mrs. Q, Aldrich
  • 1955: Island in the Sun, Waugh
  • 1959: Doctor Zhivago, Pasternak
  • 1961: Heidi
  • 1961: Pinocchio, Aesop's Fables
  • 1961:Robin Hood
  • 1961: Alice in Wonderland
  • 1963: Amy Vanderbilt's New Complete Book of Etiquette, Amy Vanderbilt
  • 1966: World Atlas, Rand McNally
  • 1970's Russian Chemical Engineering Textbooks!
  • 1972: To Serve Them All My Days, Delderfield

3/31/13

San Diego Zoo

J and I went to the San Diego Zoo... finally!  J's wanted to go since we moved here.

3/22/13

Dinner Party: One quarter down... how many to go?

My classmates and I had a celebratory dinner to commemorate surviving our demanding semester alive!  We've now braved graduate classwork for two quarters in a row, with only...um... how many to go? Fifteen...?  I can't even think about it.  Maybe I'll just go to dinner again instead!

Exploratory Bike Ride:Crystal Cove and the Barefoot Running Adventure

 Yesterday I turned in my last final at noon, and promptly by 1:30 I was back home, hopping on my bike, and out riding the streets looking for a sunny, non-stressed-with-school afternoon workout adventure.  I headed down 10 miles to Crystal Cove, a beautiful state park with clean beaches.

Because it took much less time to bike than I'd anticipated, I had an hour to kill- so I took off my shoes, packed away my bike, and headed down the beach to run as absolutely far as I could.  About thirty minutes into my run I realized why nobody runs on the beach barefoot...

I guess everyone who's ever been near a beach knows, and I probably should have thought- but the friction from the sand while running wore the bottoms of my feet into a bed of blood blisters.  The worst part was turning around, and running 30 minutes back to my bike on my poor crying feet.  (Good thing I didn't get in the water- shark danger with blood!)

I can barely walk today, but if I had a choice, I'd probably do it again.  Nothing beats freedom from stress with three hours and some sunlight!



3/21/13

Catalina Island for a Belated Valentine's Day

 This Valentine's Day I was bogged down with rigorous testing for my PhD program, and begged J several weeks in advance if we could push our Valentine's date back a bit.  We choose the Saturday of the weekend after Valentine's, and went to Catalina Island, off the shore of Newport, CA.

We drove down to Newport at 7:30 in the morning to catch our ferry, the Catalina Flyer, across the Pacific under the tinges of a morning sunrise.  It was an hour-long trip, and I was only a little sea sick upon arrival.

As we left the ferry, and started our walk down the stretch toward the town, J took my hand, and I realized I was totally and completely in love with him.  It was a beautiful, peaceful, entirely calming feeling that I knew was brief and simple, and I didn't want to lose it in the least.  We had no island agenda, and just walked up and down the streets, ate at a seaside cafe, dipped our toes in the water, and had the most remarkably easy and glorious day.  There are relatively few cars, and the locals drive golf cars with licence plates for transportation.  We opted out of renting a golf cart, and instead just walked. We made friends at lunch and exchanged numbers, and then J acquiesced to my desires to hike to a high point, where we could see the island melt away into the ocean. Neglecting the heat and pursuant sweating, the hike was a nice delight, and a jewel in the afternoon.




 






3/19/13

One of the Reasons I Love J

Yup, trying not to laugh.  I love this man.
I read the following this morning in Doctrine and Covenants (D&C) 35:14, speaking of the "weak things of the world, those who are unlearned and despised," and their defense of the Lord Jesus Christ:
"...and I will gird up their loins, and they shall fight manfully for me... (italics added)"
I'm reminded of 1 Peter 1:13 which reads,
"Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; (italics and bold added)" 
One of the things I most love about J is that he fights manfully for the Lord; he fights manfully for virtue; he fights manfully to keep his mind pure in this Gospel. I'm grateful for his example.

I hope to love him in a way described in the same section of D&C 35, to "watch over him that his faith faith not (v. 19)," to "tarry with him, and he shall journey with [me]; forsake him not (v. 22)."

3/14/13

Passing Preliminary Exam Party with Pastries!

I found out the results from my Preliminary Exam, required for continued progression in my PhD program.  It went something like this,
"I am pleased to inform you that after reviewing your written report for your preliminary exam, the committee has recommended a passing grade for you...On behalf of the entire exam committee, I would like to congratulate you for reaching this important milestone in your academic career."
To celebrate, J and I ate cupcakes! ...don't worry, we didn't eat all of them in the picture.  Just two.  Just two, what am I thinking?  They're huge!

I feel it a both a blessing and a miracle from the Lord to have passed such a monumental obstacle.  In addition to the oral exam, I wrote a 10-page paper on the same technical subject, just more in-depth.  Again, I felt blessed in the writing.