is one of the best gigs...everyone will tell you that. Gary and I have some competition in the department, however as Aunt Jena and Uncle Ben are "crowd" favorites as well.
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Being Grandparents---
Ava Turned Two
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AVA!
Although she only turned two, she thinks she is as big as her brothers and doesn't hesitate to put them in line if she thinks they need it---if she doesn't have the words, her tone of voice and sassy can get their attention. She loves clothes and shoes. She has a great laugh. She is one happy girl except when she isn't.
Later that day, we talked on Facetime- She decided to have a late night snack of her spaghetti dinner including meatballs.
Whenever she couldn't see at least part of Jena's face, she would start "peering" around at the phone at different angles as if she was looking around the corner of the phone to find Jena.
Tosha reported a few days later that Ava was calling the neighbor's grandparents-Grandma and Grandpa and kept asking them where Aunt Jena was! They all thought it was so cute! It made us laugh.Let Us Be Grateful--- (talk)
LET
US BE GRATEFUL-- NOT JUST IN NOVEMBER
I want to point out that all of you adults in the
Barber Acres Ward have one tiny thing to be grateful for as a result of the
pandemic. As you know, it is traditional
in our ward when a young elder or sister leaves on their mission that their
respective class comes up and sings an appropriate missionary hymn. As Gary and I thought about this day at the
beginning of the year, it only made sense since Gary is in the Elders Quorum
and I am in Relief Society that all of the adult members of the ward should
come up and sing “Called to Serve” or “I’ll go where you want me to go, Dear
Lord.” But because of the pandemic, no
choir numbers so you all dodged that bullet. So one thing to be grateful for—
Years ago when our oldest four children ranged in
age from 2 ½ to 9 we lived in northern
suburb of Dallas. On our first spring
break , Gary was away on a business trip. So I decided that it would be a good idea to
break up the week by taking the kids to the Ft. Worth Zoo. We hadn’t lived in Texas very long and I had
never driven to Ft. Worth and this was before google maps when you had to
figure it out on a map before you went.
I did that and we got up early and made it to the zoo with no problems.
We had a wonderful time at the zoo. The kids were having fun and just happy. They tolerated Scott wanting extra time in
the Reptile House and when the girls wanted “just one more minute at the
monkeys.”. It was a perfect day. They even got to ride a camel around a small
dirt yard. When we finished the visit to
the zoo, we had a picnic on tables inside.
And then it happened, if you are a parent you know
the moment I am referring to—when happy, fun children change in an instant to
tired whining children. It started as we
cleaned up lunch—I didn’t eat those chips I’m not throwing that bag away…and it
continued as we walked across the large parking lot.—I want to sit by the
window. I want this CD. No, this one….by the time we got to the car and buckled
everyone into their seat belts, I was done.
I was thinking thoughts like: I
am never ever taking these children anywhere again by myself and where is Gary
when I need him? I used my not so nice
mommy voice and told them all to be quiet so that I could figure out how to get
out of the parking lot and retrace the unfamiliar route back home which an hour
and half away and lots of traffic.
After about 2 minutes of silence, Ben who was four
and half at the time said: “Mommy, thank you so much for taking me to the
zoo. I had so much fun.” In an instant my heart melted and my thoughts
changed. It had been a good day. We had fun together which is what I wanted.
And oh, how glad I am that Gary taught our kids by example and instruction to
express gratitude to me as their mom.
Ben’s simple thanks changed my
heart and changed our journey home. We
began talking about the zoo and singing silly songs until one by one my tired
children fell asleep. But then in that
silence, I found joy, all because my young son had said thank you.
I have never forgotten that experience. Such is the
power of gratitude in our lives.
We are commanded to live in a spirit of thankfulness
and gratitude. In D &C 98:1 we read:
“and in everything give bthanks;”
Even social scientists acknowledge the power of
gratitude in humans.. Researchers have
shown that there are multiple benefits (we call them blessings) for the person
expressing gratitude. Some of these
are: increases an individual’s positive
mood , reduces stress, can aid sleep, improve immune responses, and encourages
the development of patience, humility and wisdom. Who does want those things in
their lives? Is it no wonder that we have been commanded to be grateful?
In his talk “Grateful in Any Circumstances” in April
Conference 2014 , Elder Uchtdorf said:
“Our loving Heavenly Father knows that choosing
to develop a spirit of gratitude will bring us true joy and great happiness.”
It shouldn’t surprise us that God would teach men
this truth from the beginning of time because of its great power to impact our
lives and help us deal with the circumstances, good or hard, we inevitably will find ourselves in on our
mortal journeys.
I have chosen to speak about three aspects of
gratitude that can help us develop that spirit of gratitude that Elder Uchtdorf
referred to. They are: 1. Intentionally look to see. 2. Feel and
nurture these feelings in our hearts, and 3.
Express gratitude in words,
action and service.
First, we need to “look to see.” In my work as a
therapist, I have done some marriage counseling. I often give my clients
homework and one of the first ones that I would often give couples is for them
to express thanks for something that their spouse does for them. Unsurprising couples who are seeking marriage
counseling often have very hard time with this assignment. Due to past hurts and difficulties they have
stopped looking any of the good in their spouse. They often complain that it is
too hard or it seems fake for them to express gratitude. For some it becomes
impossible. But I can tell those who try
to do it—they don’t come and tell me
what great things their spouse had said to them, but they comment on the change
of their feelings toward their spouse as they look for ways to thank them. Their own hearts become soften and they are
often more able to approach the hard work needed to repair their troubled
relationship.
This tool applies to all relationships, including
our ones with God and Jesus Christ.
In the last part of Alma 34: 38 …
cworship God,
in whatsoever place ye may be in, in spirit and in truth; and that ye live
in dthanksgiving daily, for the many emercies and blessings which he doth bestow
upon you.”
In order to live in thanksgiving, we need to
intentionally look around and acknowledge that gifts that others including our
Heavenly Father gives us. We need to do
that daily not just in November as we celebrate Thanksgiving. We need to try to
notice the blessings in our life. Pres. Eyring shared how nightly he would
write three blessings or tender mercies that he had seen during the day. There are multiple Gratitude Journals that
you can buy which are set up specifically for that type of recording. They
provide a way to intentional look at our days and see the blessings there. A
friend of mine has a tradition at dinner time called “Thorns and Roses” where
each family member shares one hard thing from the day and one great thing or
blessing. Teach yourselves and your
children to look to see the blessings they are receiving.
Second, we need to feel and nurture these feelings
in our hearts. Marcus Cicero, a Roman statesman and scholar, stated “A thankful heart is the parent of all
virtues.” For this to be true in our
lives, our thanks needs to go beyond the social norms of saying thank you and
really reflect our true feelings. What
made that moment so powerful when Ben said thank you after the trip to the zoo
was because he was speaking from his heart.
He didn’t do it because I reminded him to . He said it because that is what he felt.
Elder Uchtdorf said that we need to develop an
attitude of thankfulness regardless of the immediate circumstances that we are
in. It needs to be “a way of life that stands independent of our current situation.” Later
in the same talk he says “This type of
gratitude transcends whatever is happening around us. It surpasses disappointment, discouragement
and despair. It blooms just as
beautifully in the icy landscape of winter as it does in the pleasant warmth of
summer.”
My mom had this quality. Let me share an example: On the first Sunday in December of 1985, I
was attending Church with my parents in Amarillo, Texas. Back then, they held a short testimony
meeting during the last 15 minutes of the Relief Society lesson. On this Sunday, my mom bore her testimony and
started by saying: “I am so blessed by my Heavenly Father and have been
protected from many of the hardships of life ….and then she went on. I didn’t think anything about her
statement. That is how my mom described
her life—she considered herself very blessed.
Until the next sister stood to bear her testimony: She started by saying “If Sister Giberson can
count herself blessed and she has had nine years of congestive heart failure,
spent six months away from her family this year and had a heart transplant, I
think a lot of us need to stop complaining.”
That was all true and yet my mom still saw her life has blessed because
she had that attitude. Nine years
earlier at the age of 41, my mom was diagnosed with congestive heart
failure. Her health slowly decline so
that even things like playing the piano or attending Church became too
difficult for her. A heart transplant
was her only option and she moved to San Jose and was there for six months-
first waiting for a heart and then recovering from the surgery. Throughout that experience she repeatedly
told us of the wonderful blessings she was feeling and experiencing in her
life. She lived her life as Elder Uchtdorf
suggested—in being thankful in our circumstances whatever they may be.
So follow the suggestion in Alma 37:37: and when thou
risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God”
‘
Focus on making your heart feel gratitude despite
whatever is going on your life. It takes
practice. It requires us to be humble
and exercise faith, but the rewards can be great.
In
D&C 78:19 “And he who receiveth all things with thankfulness shall be made
glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred
fold, yea, more.”
Third, we need to express our gratitude in words,
action, and service. It is not enough to see and to feel, we must live a
grateful life. We need to express in
words to our Heavenly Father, to our spouses, our children, to our neighbors
and friends our gratitude for the things they do for us daily. We can write a
note or send a text to someone who taught an inspiring lesson. We can bake cookies for our children’s
Primary teachers. We can praise God in
public and private moments for His goodness. We can spend more time in prayer
in thanking Heavenly and Christ for the blessings we are experiencing.
Sometimes we skip too quickly from the thankful part of the prayer to to the
asking. Try just having a prayer and
expressing gratitude for blessings. We can also follow His commandments which
is one of the ultimate ways we show our gratitude for all He and His Son, Jesus
Christ, have done for us.
Imagine this scene recorded in Ether 6:12: Remember
that the Jaradites have just spent 344 days in a tight ship being tossed to and
fro by the winds and the waves. Verse 12
states:
12 And
they did aland upon the shore of the bpromised land. And when they had set their feet upon
the shores of the promised land they bowed themselves down upon the face of the
land, and did humble themselves before the Lord, and did shed tears of joy
before the Lord, because of the multitude of his ctender mercies over them.
In this reading of the Book of Mormon, this moment
hit home to me, because I had a similar feeling on the day we received our
mission call. When Gary and I got
married, we set serving a full time senior mission as one of our goals and
since we would both turn 65 this year we set 2020 as a possible target. Then life happened and in the past several
years, we wondered if it would even be possible for us to serve as full time
missionaries. As we began receiving the
promptings to put in our application, I was still very nervous that God knowing
our many demands and unique circumstance might decide that we should not
serve. After waiting 7 weeks for our
call, I was so relieved when we got the notification that our call had arrived. This was the end of April. We headed to
Gary’s mom and opened our call in Gary’s mom’s back patio in the appropriate
social distancing and masks and with our
children and my dad on Face time. It was
an overwhelming experience—and I had a powerful witness that not only could we
serve a full time mission but our Heavenly Father had a place, a time, and a plan for us. It was amazing. I headed home ahead of Gary and Jena because
I had to go to work. As I drove I was
still on that high and was crying and praying and driving all at the same
time. I decided that when I got home, I
would go to my bedroom and kneel at my bed and express my thankfulness again
for this call. However, I couldn’t even
make it to my bed. I fell to my knees in the middle of the room and prayed in
that rejoicing and praising way that happened for the Jaredites as they left
the boat so many years ago.
Expressing gratitude to God and Christ is often done
in praising them in prayer, in testimony, in singing hymns, in words that we
journal or post on social media, but mainly I think it is done by living our
lives in accordance to The plan of happiness that they have put in place for
us. Elder Gordon Watts stated “The depth and the willingness which we
serve is a direct reflection of our gratitude.” Be found serving our spouses, our families,
in our wards and neighborhoods but most of all, serving our God and Savior…
I want to read the entire verse of D&C
98:1: It states “1 Verily
I say unto you my friends, afear not, let your hearts be comforted; yea,
rejoice evermore, and in everything give bthanks;”
This revelation was
given to the Saints during the time of persecution. I think the same counsel
applies to us now individually and collectively. Fear not, let your hearts be comforted…in
everything give thanks. We have recently gone through our own period of winter
in the midst of our joy and planning to serve this mission which we have prayed
many years. I testify that we did find
peace and joy and you can too-- no matter what our circumstances are. If we look to see, our heart learns to feel,
and we express our gratitude to God and all of those around us—miracles will
happen, we will see the angels around about us, and we can make it through
life’s storms to the other side.
I testify that God
knows us individually and He and His Son have implemented the perfect plan to
help us return to Them prepared and proven.
He is in the details of our lives.
Because of the Atonement, Christ stands able and ready to succor us
during all of the days of our life—indeed his aid is sufficient for our most
wintery days. The Book of Mormon is true
and provides us the some of the clearest details about God’s dealing with his
people. Pres. Nelson is the man called
to lead us in these challenging but most exciting times.
Listening to a Prophet's Voice
On the Friday prior to Thanksgiving, Pres. Russell Nelson gave a short message about the power of gratitude and challenged us to "flood social media with expressions of gratitude #givethanks. I added my comments with many many others. It was fun to read other posts and to be reminded of our many blessings. I feel grateful especially for parents who were great examples of being grateful for their blessings because I usually look at life through that type of lens. Like Pres. Nelson stated, there is great power in being grateful.
Here are my posts from last week:
Friday-
Today I am grateful for all the ways we can communicate and keep in touch through technology...emails, Zoom meeting mission training, Facetime and telephone and texting to talk to my grown up children and grandchildren, and especially for YouTube to listen to the prophet reminding us of the power of gratitude. #givethanks
Saturday-
I know in the scheme of things it doesn't matter, but today, I am grateful for an afternoon of BYU college football. I needed that break.
#givethanks
Thanksgiving from the Halls/Halls/Russells
We had sent Thanksgiving boxes off to our grandchildren and it was fun to see them enjoying their own Thanksgivings and doing a little craft even without us there.
Jessica's and Elessia's crew: Making turkeys
Alex-Zander-
Liam-
Tosha and Austen's Thanksgiving crafts:
Happy Thanksgiving!
When you are a senior missionary, Thanksgiving is one of the holidays that you have "off" as well as the day afterwards. Of course, with Covid, things were very different. Although we had discussed getting together with Jessica's family, we decided on Wednesday not to do that. I had a bad headache that day and hadn't slept well the night before and Jessica was concerned about possible exposures with her working and Liam and Zander both attending school/pre-school.
I put dinner on hold, because my turkey was still quite frozen after two days in the refrigerator and the three of us had a quiet Thanksgiving day with chicken dressing casserole for dinner. We watched parts of the Macy's parade- Covid-version-- and some football games. We watched a Christmas movie or two which continued over the weekend. Friday and Saturday were much more busier days when Gary and I were able to finish up some tasks around the house and Gary made a run to the dump. Our basement project is ALMOST done and we just have a few more little tasks to finish (that is the royal "we" --mostly Gary does the work and I help with clean-up.)
Today, we did finally have Thanksgiving dinner--
With only three of us, we will have leftovers for days.... Since last year (or maybe the year before), we had a jar with Thanksgiving notes. Today we read them, even though we couldn't figure out the handwriting on some of them--in general people in our jar were thankful for family, food, blessings, friends, and opportunities.
Sunday, November 22, 2020
And "Wednesday and My Other Life Continues"
on to Thursday and beyond.
On Thursday morning, my sister-in-law had a MRI done on her brain. It was determined that she had a slow growing tumor on the right side of her brain. Surgery to remove it was scheduled for Saturday. The good news was that they expected it to be easily removed and to not be cancerous as it appeared to be one that was not usually. She and my brother had to remain in the hospital until surgery and she will probably be there until Tuesday or so.
Ironically, it was my brother, Rick, who helped me gain a peace about Linda and her situation. We had been texting in the morning before the MRI results came back about some of my blog posts. As we texted back and forth, I could sense a calmness from him and a willingness to be faithful no matter what was ahead. His peace finally allowed me to feel peace as well.
Saturday morning, the surgery went as expected and Rick sent this picture from the recovery room:
So happy to see her smile!!!I love these boys and their mom would (and is) so proud of the men they have become.
A New Assignment
Although Gary and I threw around some ideas as we headed down to Salt Lake to meet our mission president, I think we both just expected that he wanted to meet us more personally. We knew that Pres. Unger, his counselor, was also going to be there. He is the one that is over the zones in the Church History Library and the Church Headquarters. I was hoping their wives would also be there, because I am looking forward to meeting these women as well.
Our mission headquarters is on the 4th floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. As we don't yet have the "magic" badges, we had to wait for someone to come and let us into the building which remains close due to Covid. It was great to be able to see the offices and meet a few other people who serve in the mission offices including the elder in charge of getting our badges for us.
We met with Pres. Randall and Pres. Unger (no wives although we did meet Sis. Unger briefly later). Gary and I were called to the assignment as zone leader couple to the Collection Zone. I was surprised since we know nothing, but they assured us that we were receiving this assignment because of our "other talents and experiences" not because we are expert at Collections. They asked if we had questions, but we didn't have many because we KNOW NOTHING about how anything works. We do know that we have more meetings and trainings, we are responsible not for the work or production of our zone members, but for their happiness and health and to make sure that they have an amazing mission experience. No pressure! We have about 50 missionaries in our zone, most of which we have learned are Church Service missionaries, not full time missionaries.
So, I no longer wonder about how to fill my time as a missionary--it will be filled. Again, we have started more training and Gary has received about 15 emails just on Saturday from the current zone leader. We will begin serving the first part of December so that we can learn what we are suppose to do a tiny bit before then. One thing they mentioned is socializing in whatever ways we can remotely....let the parties begin!
Not what we expected either....but here we go!
Side note: As we were driving home in a bit of shock, Gary said, "You know what I liked best about being a zone leader before....being able to go on splits for the day with other companions!" Sorry, Charlie, this time you are stuck with your present companion. It made me laugh out loud!
Needless to say, another emotional moment and a great moment of laughing together afterwards. He is my best companion ever!
And then Wednesday Came....
(This refers to last Wednesday, November 18th for those who are confused by my back and forth between mission life and my "other life")
I got this text from Elessia with the caption: You made his "About Me" poster--I guess Zander insisted that my picture be on his poster. That was awesome and I think a first for me as a grandma.
Late in the day on Tuesday, we had been contacted that Ben was being moved to the State Hospital at 8:00 am on Wednesday. We had seen improvements in Ben for the past few days and had asked that they consider not making the transfer, but they (whoever made that decision) felt like the move was a good idea so that they could help Ben recover better and get on the proper dosing for his overall health. For me, only having less than 24 hour notice of the move was a shock even though they had been talking about it for a few weeks.
That made Wednesday already difficult as in-between mission meetings and work, I had to also talk with the old social worker at McKay-Dee and then his new social worker at the State Hospital. It is difficult for me to begin working with new people and Ben. There is so much history and concern on my part that it is hard to pass that on to yet another person who is going to care for Ben. That is always emotional for me.
The next emotional moment of the day was we were finally able to meet with Jena's stake president and the principal at the Clearfield High Seminary to set up her Church service opportunity there. She will serve there on Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays to help with greeting and with cleaning the classrooms and bathrooms. (Of course, then on Thursday, Clearfield became one of the last high schools in our area to be shut down until Dec. 9 due to Covid.) She will start then. It was a sweet experience and I think she will enjoy serving there. She is getting very anxious to get called officially and be a missionary like us.
Next Gary got a phone call from "Church of Jesus" on his cell phone during our interview at the seminary. He decided to take it (who won't?) and it was the secretary from our mission president inviting us to come to Salt Lake the next day and meet with our mission president in person. (The shortened name of the Church was provided by 'smart call' as he had not programmed the mission number in his phone.) As we knew that we were scheduled to meet our mission president in a "Lunch, Learn, and Listen" meeting in a couple of weeks, we were very curious about this new invitation to meet and a bit nervous. Another emotion added to the day.
Then a few hours later, we received a text informing us that my sister-in-law was in the ER due to some weird headaches and a concerning CT scan. With the recent losses we have experienced, that became my focus--I just wanted her to be okay and my brother, Rick, and their kids to be supported in whatever was ahead.
That evening, I got a Facebook call from Scarlett and she read me part of Hop On Pop, an old Hall favorite. She is learning to read and realized that she could read most of this book and she called to share it with me. Then she took me on a tour of some of her favorite things in her closet. That was also amazing. (A very good day for the grandparent part of my life.)
It was also on this day that I had had that sweet conversation with my first former mission president.
There were some other more private experiences which added to the sense of a day with an over-abundance of different "big" emotions. I told Gary that night that it was hard to process any of them--to be happy, excited, fearful, sad, nervous, anticipation--whatever! What even should I pray about--the list on that day alone seemed too long. And yet, even in the middle of it--there was both good and difficult things and I felt peace....except about Linda--that peace didn't come until the next day--probably because I was too worried about her and Rick to allow it to come.
I am sure that you have days like this--when you feel like you are being tossed from the tops to the bottoms and back again. My advice--hold on tight, there is more of the ride ahead. The only sure thing is that peace can come if we are allowing God to steer the boat!
My Best Companion
and I am really referring to Gary--not to the quotes that speak about dogs or other pets as the best companions. Our fourth week on our mission, we got to work and within a few days, Gary had created an amazing system to track our work and to keep each other informed on what we had done. Our work involves some detective work as we have to FIND these mission presidents and their contact information to reach out to them to invite them to get involved in the project of oral histories. Gary is very good at it. We were given 12 presidents and by Thursday, Gary had found all of them and I had sent them emails inviting them to participate. I have heard from a couple including one who called us back immediately after getting the email and I had the most delightful conversation about him and his life and his joy to share more formally about his experiences.
Each morning Gary and I would meet and talk about our plans and then I would head to my "office" in the basement to do my part. We haven't gotten all of our clearance yet, so that has been a slight problem but we are moving forward and waiting to hear from more of those we have reached out to. I started also working on family history by adding photos and stories and also cleaning up the sources and things on the person pages on family tree. I was feeling more like a missionary, doing work, and not just taking other people's time to train us. It was a good feeling.
I had been thinking about how to craft my missionary schedule to best do the work that we are assigned, attend devotionals and meetings, attend trainings, and also give enough time to family history and also do the daily tasks like laundry and cooking that needs to be done. Gary is good to remind me that I am a full-time missionary and that some of the things I was worried about I didn't need to be. That is another way he is a great companion for me.
And I love it when he prays and thanks God for our opportunity to serve as missionaries. It warms my heart and can bring tears to my eyes.
In his off time, he is busy working with his sisters to finish up the decisions and work that is still needed on his mom's estate. That task alone has been huge and he deals with lots and lots of emails and conversations with banks, etc. as he works to get that done...plus helping me with household projects and taking care of his mom's yard, etc. He has been so busy, but still he can focus on being a missionary. It is amazing and I have loved being his mission companion (and his eternal companion as well).
Our "Other LIfe"
It is an odd situation to be a full-time missionary and still be living at home with regular life all around you. However, as I mentioned, I am grateful to not have to pack up and leave our house quite yet, because there are projects that need to be finished. We were able to do one of those projects during the weekend of the 13th through the 14th---move into the "Family History/Sewing/Exercise Room--we really need to think of a shorter title for this room.
Although I still need to hang pictures, arrange some shelves and get my whiteboard posted, here are some pictures of the finished room. I love it and can't wait to use it to work on family history, do a quilt or two, and exercise (well, not looking forward to that as much as I prefer outside walking, but the winter is coming to Utah.)
The famous scale from Grandma Hall's---The boxes/totes at the end of the bed are photos and scrapbooks from Grandma Hall
As Gary took his parents' old desk, I got the Hong Kong special desk. This desk costed us $25US dollars in 1987 and has an amazing adventure story with it. I am so glad to have it here.
Tosha immediately commented about the chicken. It has its own story from when I bought it in Okinawa in 2016 (I think).
Jena did most of this unpacking and sorting. I love it.
Of course, what room is complete without books......these are mostly my "career" books related to family relationships, therapy, marriage, disabilities, Down syndrome, etc.
Closet doors are nice, too.
It was really a last minute decision to put this flooring in instead of the carpet. I worried about "resell," but realized that we are likely to live here until we die so why did I care about resell---I should focus on what I was using the room for now. I am so glad already. No more pins in the carpet.
And totes of our family stuff, Jena's scrapbook, and stuff from my Giberson family. Somehow I am going to go through all of that stuff and write a family history, share some photos and clean out the stuff. That is probably the project for the rest of my life. Good thing that I am serving a mission in a place that encourages us to write our personal and family histories. Perhaps I will make some progress on it.
I haven't worked on any projects---but I have dreams!!!!
Winter is really coming!