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Success isnt a result of spontaneous combustion.
 You must set yourself on fire. 
-Arnold H. Glasgow


Naval Admiral William H. McRaven returned to his alma mater last week and spoke to the graduates with lessons he learned from his basic SEAL training.
Here’s his amazing Commencement Address at University of Texas at Austin 2014 from Business Insider.

The University’s slogan is,
“What starts here changes the world.”
I have to admit—I kinda like it.
“What starts here changes the world.”
Tonight there are almost 8,000 students graduating from UT.
That great paragon of analytical rigor, Ask.Com says that the average American will meet 10,000 people in their lifetime.
That’s a lot of folks.
But, if every one of you changed the lives of just ten people—and each one of those folks changed the lives of another ten people—just ten—then in five generations—125 years—the class of 2014 will have changed the lives of 800 million people.
800 million people—think of it—over twice the population of the United States. Go one more generation and you can change the entire population of the world—8 billion people.
If you think it’s hard to change the lives of ten people—change their lives forever—you’re wrong.
I saw it happen every day in Iraq and Afghanistan.
A young Army officer makes a decision to go left instead of right down a road in Baghdad and the ten soldiers in his squad are saved from close-in ambush.
In Kandahar province, Afghanistan, a non-commissioned officer from the Female Engagement Team senses something isn’t right and directs the infantry platoon away from a 500 pound IED, saving the lives of a dozen soldiers.
But, if you think about it, not only were these soldiers saved by the decisions of one person, but their children yet unborn—were also saved. And their children’s children—were saved.
Generations were saved by one decision—by one person.
But changing the world can happen anywhere and anyone can do it.
So, what starts here can indeed change the world, but the question is… what will the world look like after you change it?
Well, I am confident that it will look much, much better, but if you will humor this old sailor for just a moment, I have a few suggestions that may help you on your way to a better a world.
And while these lessons were learned during my time in the military, I can assure you that it matters not whether you ever served a day in uniform.
It matters not your gender, your ethnic or religious background, your orientation, or your social status.
Our struggles in this world are similar and the lessons to overcome those struggles and to move forward—changing ourselves and the world around us—will apply equally to all.
I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years. But it all began when I left UT for Basic SEAL training in Coronado, California.
Basic SEAL training is six months of long torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
It is six months of being constantly harassed by professionally trained warriors who seek to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.
But, the training also seeks to find those students who can lead in an environment of constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships.
To me basic SEAL training was a life time of challenges crammed into six months.
So, here are the ten lessons I learned from basic SEAL training that hopefully will be of value to you as you move forward in life.
Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in my barracks room and the first thing they would inspect was your bed.
If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack—rack—that’s Navy talk for bed.
It was a simple task—mundane at best. But every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors, tough battle hardened SEALs—but the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many times over.
If you make your bed every morning you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another.
By the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that little things in life matter.
If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.
And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made—that you made—and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.
#1. If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students—three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy.
Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.
In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.
Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.
For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle.
You can’t change the world alone—you will need some help— and to truly get from your starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and a strong coxswain to guide them.
#2. If you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle.
Over a few weeks of difficult training my SEAL class which started with 150 men was down to just 35. There were now six boat crews of seven men each.
I was in the boat with the tall guys, but the best boat crew we had was made up of the the little guys—the munchkin crew we called them—no one was over about 5-foot five.
The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian, one African American, one Polish American, one Greek American, one Italian American, and two tough kids from the mid-west.
They out paddled, out-ran, and out swam all the other boat crews.
The big men in the other boat crews would always make good natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little feet prior to every swim.
But somehow these little guys, from every corner of the Nation and the world, always had the last laugh— swimming faster than everyone and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.
SEAL training was a great equalizer. Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.
#3. If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not the size of their flippers.
Several times a week, the instructors would line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough.
Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt buckle shiny and void of any smudges.
But it seemed that no matter how much effort you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle—- it just wasn’t good enough.
The instructors would find “something” wrong.
For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surfzone and then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was covered with sand.
The effect was known as a “sugar cookie.” You stayed in that uniform the rest of the day—cold, wet and sandy.
There were many a student who just couldn’t accept the fact that all their effort was in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right—it was unappreciated.
Those students didn’t make it through training.
Those students didn’t understand the purpose of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.
Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or how well you perform you still end up as a sugar cookie.
It’s just the way life is sometimes.
#4. If you want to change the world get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.
Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical events—long runs, long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenics—something designed to test your mettle.
Every event had standards—times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those standards your name was posted on a list and at the end of the day those on the list were invited to—a “circus.”
A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics—designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit.
No one wanted a circus.
A circus meant that for that day you didn’t measure up. A circus meant more fatigue—and more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult—and more circuses were likely.
But at some time during SEAL training, everyone—everyone—made the circus list.
But an interesting thing happened to those who were constantly on the list. Over time those students-—who did two hours of extra calisthenics—got stronger and stronger.
The pain of the circuses built inner strength-built physical resiliency.
Life is filled with circuses.
You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging. At times it will test you to your very core.
#5. But if you want to change the world, don’t be afraid of the circuses.
At least twice a week, the trainees were required to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles including a 10-foot high wall, a 30-foot cargo net, and a barbed wire crawl to name a few.
But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three level 30 foot tower at one end and a one level tower at the other. In between was a 200-foot long rope.
You had to climb the three tiered tower and once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself hand over hand until you got to the other end.
The record for the obstacle course had stood for years when my class began training in 1977.
The record seemed unbeatable, until one day, a student decided to go down the slide for life—head first.
Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.
It was a dangerous move—seemingly foolish, and fraught with risk. Failure could mean injury and being dropped from the training.
Without hesitation—the student slid down the rope—perilously fast, instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time and by the end of the course he had broken the record.
#6. If you want to change the world sometimes you have to slide down the obstacle head first.
During the land warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente Island which lies off the coast of San Diego.
The waters off San Clemente are a breeding ground for the great white sharks. To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims that must be completed. One—is the night swim.
Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief the trainees on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.
They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a shark—at least not recently.
But, you are also taught that if a shark begins to circle your position—stand your ground. Do not swim away. Do not act afraid.
And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you—then summons up all your strength and punch him in the snout and he will turn and swim away.
There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim you will have to deal with them.
#7. So, if you want to change the world, don’t back down from the sharks.
As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct underwater attacks against enemy shipping. We practiced this technique extensively during basic training.
The ship attack mission is where a pair of SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles—underwater—using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to their target.
During the entire swim, even well below the surface there is some light that comes through. It is comforting to know that there is open water above you.
But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel structure of the ship blocks the moonlight—it blocks the surrounding street lamps—it blocks all ambient light.
To be successful in your mission, you have to swim under the ship and find the keel—the center line and the deepest part of the ship.
This is your objective. But the keel is also the darkest part of the ship—where you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where the noise from the ship’s machinery is deafening and where it is easy to get disoriented and fail.
Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the darkest moment of the mission—is the time when you must be calm, composed—when all your tactical skills, your physical power and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.
#8. If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moment.
The ninth week of training is referred to as “Hell Week.” It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment and—one special day at the Mud Flats—the Mud Flats are an area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana slue’s—a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.
It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15 hours trying to survive the freezing cold mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure to quit from the instructors.
As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening, my training class, having committed some “egregious infraction of the rules” was ordered into the mud.
The mud consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men would quit—just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold.
Looking around the mud flat it was apparent that some students were about to give up. It was still over eight hours till the sun came up—eight more hours of bone chilling cold.
The chattering teeth and shivering moans of the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything and then, one voice began to echo through the night—one voice raised in song.
The song was terribly out of tune, but sung with great enthusiasm.
One voice became two and two became three and before long everyone in the class was singing.
We knew that if one man could rise above the misery then others could as well.
The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singing—but the singing persisted.
And somehow—the mud seemed a little warmer, the wind a little tamer and the dawn not so far away.
If I have learned anything in my time traveling the world, it is the power of hope. The power of one person—Washington, Lincoln, King, Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan—Malala—one person can change the world by giving people hope.
#9. So, if you want to change the world, start singing when you’re up to your neck in mud.
Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell. A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see.
All you have to do to quit—is ring the bell. Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o’clock. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing cold swims.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT—and you no longer have to endure the hardships of training.
Just ring the bell.
#10. If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.
To the graduating class of 2014, you are moments away from graduating. Moments away from beginning your journey through life. Moments away from starting to change the world—for the better.
It will not be easy.
But, YOU are the class of 2014—the class that can affect the lives of 800 million people in the next century.
Start each day with a task completed.
Find someone to help you through life.
Respect everyone.
Know that life is not fair and that you will fail often, but if you take take some risks, step up when the times are toughest, face down the bullies, lift up the downtrodden and never, ever give up—if you do these things, then next generation and the generations that follow will live in a world far better than the one we have today and—what started here will indeed have changed the world—for the better.
Thank you very much. 

This talk found HERE
Hearts will never be practical until 
they can be made unbreakable.
from: The Wizard of Oz
by: Frank Baum



Im learning, again, that along with a healthy dose of lack of self control..ie Pepsi, tumblr, etc, I come up lacking in the technique of  'worrying.'
People worry.
Parents really worry.
Chickens worry.
Warts worry.
I do not worry...not like most people I know.
In some future life I may regret my lack of worrying...but for now its just what it is.  Though in the future I can see that I may beat myself up for not being more vigilante ..in fact there are a few things I can think of right now that I regret not being more on top of... now and then...but worrying about it would not have helped me.
I do not worry. Not compared to the vast majority of folks I know. 95% of the people I know worry to the point of loosing sleep, fingernails, and even clumps of hair from their heads as they contemplate possible trouble.  Many a stomach lining has been masticated by worry acids. Tempers flair or silence settles in when worrying raises its troublesome head.  Worrying seems to be a malady that cant be helped. Are we born with it...or is it learned? Once a worrier, always a worrier?!
 People do all sorts of things in the name of worry and protectiveness.  And I think its safe to say that parents are guilty of worrying the most. I read a Grimm fairy tale the other day.  Briar-Rose/Sleeping Beauty.  This time I read it as a metaphor for worrying parents....parents who do all they can to protect their principessa daughter from evil and peril. And do they succeed!? Of course not. For we truly cannot protect our loved ones from all heartaches and danger. Worrying has no form of
protection attached to it. We can teach, preach, and live our lives by example. We can pray, bribe, cajole or be domineering...but alas, it is worrying that helps the least of all.
At the end of the Grimm tale I  asked myself this question, "What do parents most worry about for their kids?"
My pathetic list looked like this:
1. Hoping for their spiritual centeredness-for the good times as well as the bad.
2. Wishing them financial stability
3. Hoping for the blessing of good health
4. Finding and being a good mate.

All of these things are big issues...but I can see that worrying about them for my kids wont help a thing.

I thought it would be fun and interesting to ask family and friends this same question.  To learn what others worry about for their kids.
The responses are telling.
No one is alone on the worlds worry track. (though I truly do feel isolated on my lack of worry track.)
Below are the unedited, unabridged answers from those I love!!

Judy:


Worries about her childrens'  health, their making good choices (religion, partners, job), and being productive citizens....


















Christy:
Worries that her children will get hurt-emotionally, physically, spiritually, or die That she will not teach them enough or correctly so that they gain a testimony and understand the Spirit. That her relationship with them won't be open and trusting enough so that as teenagers they will come to her with troubles and worries. That they won't know how intelligent, beautiful, special, and of great worth they are as daughters of God.
(Okay, she's not gonna lie, she's worried that they'll get kidnapped or tricked by a trafficker, but she also  realizes that that fear is prompted by the volume of  work she does with this issue and she  tries to fight that one down, lol.)  Not being sure when to step in as a parent and when to let them handle it on their own...there you go, my inner parenting fears!  

Debi:
I worry about their happiness - altho they all seem to be pretty happy with life.
I worry about their marriages, altho they all seem to be good...
I worry about their children's health.
..and safety.
And I worry that they might have challenges someday that will challenge their spirituality.







Chelsea:
Hmmm 1. That they will be healthy and strong and never have to suffer through cancer.
 2. That they will love school and that we will be able to pay for their education when the time comes.
 3. That we will be financially stable so that when they want to play a sport, take karate or gymnastics I can give them that opportunity.
 4. That they will be confident and know how special they are no matter what. 
5. That in the future they will choose to serve a mission and be married in the temple and raise a family in the gospel. 
  It makes me cry to think they DO have their free agency and they are going to be hurt and tried and I hope we can teach them the way so they will KNOW the way that will make them the happiest.

Jackie:
 1.  That they and their children will retain their testimonies.
2.  That my grandchildren will be able to go to college (because of rising costs.)
3.  That they all live where they will be physically safe from idiots in the big, bad world.
4. That they can afford to own their own home.
5.  I worry that as the world gets worse, they will lose hope.  I want them to always have hope.


Kip:
1.Quality education
 2.Future jobs
3. Safe country
4. Want them to enjoy life
5. Remember what is important in life
I am optimist on the future.  It will go well for them.  It may not be easy but they will make it and the U. S. too.

Natalie:
Hmmm...I worry about when they start school and what they'll be exposed to there, I worry about then being made fun of (kids are mean these days!), I worry about their safety, I worry about their health. I think I worry about everything  I don't know about their future. If things continue with our country the way they are right now, I don't think their future looks too great. I just want them to be happy and find someone who loves them as much as their dad loves me!













Joan:
Kids? Worry? All the time! (1)I worry about their health. Carly has had tummy problems for years and no doctor knows why despite all the tests.Bill was in a car accident in June and hasn't been able to work since. Looks healthy but a concussion and damage to his dominant hand. He was just finishing a Millwright program and now that job is on hold. (2) I worry about him driving now...? (3) I worry about them finding happiness with a spouse and family one day. I want them to have what I have, a great marriage and children.(4) I worry that Allison and her husband will finally settle down thousands of miles away. She is my best chance for grandchildren!(5) I worry that she won't be able to get pregnant ( been trying for a year)(6) I worry that they will have healthy children.(7) I worry that they make enough money to support themselves and a family.(8) I worry that they will never be able to own a home in todays economy. Man! I'm officially a worry wart!!! Kids! They are a life sentence!!! I wouldn't change a thing about having kids though. Love them so much!! Big hug to you my friend Cindy. ( I worry that we won't see you again hiking in beautiful St. George) xoxox



Amanda:

Wow... That is tough. I don't really think about it like that. I anticipate a changing world. But, so did my parents and their parents. There will be things we can't control and things that are scary and undesirable. But, those things help us shape our character so I am not sure I would say that I worry about it. Each generation has its own trials and tribulations. I don't worry about broken hearts. Everyone needs to experience a couple so they can appreciate Mr. Right. I don't worry about what most people do. I have raised my daughter the best I could with values that were mine. At some point she will decide to hang on to them or let them go because she is her own person and I am glad of that. I just don't worry about her like that. I worry about things like kidnapping and disease andthings that are way out of my control or hers. I am no good to you. You wanted a list but I don't really have one. I don't like to think about those things. Bit I am super glad you thought of me to ask. I miss and love you dearly




Ashley:
Most worry about… 1. That I'm not teaching them everything they need to know 2. That they are getting all the nutrients they need 3. They are going to see me doing something wrong and then do it and then they will be messed up for the rest of their lives (i'm dramatic) 4. (this is a church one, I hope thats okay) I hope they feel the spirit in my home. I want them to be able to know it and understand it and want to have it in their lives. 5. I'm worried that sometimes he doesn't listen to me enough… I don't want him opening the front door and walking outside when I'm not looking
Future… 1. I'm worried my kids will get picked on 2. I'm worried the world is so bad it is going to be very difficult for my kids to have a strong testimony with all the bad things going on around them. 3. I'm worried that they will be easily influenced 4. I'm worried that one day my kids might not like me… (I don't like my mom, so maybe they won't like me) 5. I'm worried they might be like me
so it was kind of hard coming up with those and honestly I know some of them sound silly, but I know you love me and won't make fun of me

Barbara:
1. Health 2. Safety 3. Future in our country and what that means to them and my grandchildren. 4. Job security 5. Relationships with spouses and their own children...and people around them.
One thing I don't worry about is their spirituality .....I feel each one is pretty blessed in that area.

Rob:

Health, success, friendship, confidence, love. Hope that helps. Thanks for making my wife cry doing this. Haha.






My Builder:
My prayers for our kids include: staying healthy, being safe, staying(getting ) close to the Spirit, to have them fulfill covenants, to love their spouse and kids.




Jenn:
I'm having a hard time coming up with answers to these questions because most of my worries revolve around my own insecurities. I feel like whatever worries I have if I have enough faith Heavenly Father will help me overcome them so I try not to worry too much. We'll, I try.
“I do believe in God. I think God has given so much power
 to people, and intelligence, and said, 'Well, you are on your
 own. Maybe I'm tired, I need a nap. You are mature.
 Why don't you look after yourselves?' 
And I think He's been sleeping too much.”
from: Strength In What Remains
by: Tracy Kidder



This is me again..being an infant on the subject of prayer.
I visit this topic frequently.

So here it goes.... again.

I doesnt matter what I want, or what it is I think I need. It seem futile to me to 'ask' for anything. For as I understand things, God knows best, and I do not. God has the big picture. I do not.
So what is prayer?
The other day..while attending Stake Conference, I heard the speaker make an analogy for prayer. He used the symbol of a racquetball. He asked us to  picture  hitting a racquetball softly against the wall of the court, and to imagine how slowly the ball would then return to us.  Then he asked us to picture us hitting that ball with all the force we could muster, and to then imagine how quickly and forceably the ball would come back at us. His comparison went on...as he asked  us to envision  us lying down at night and mumbling a prayer without heart or intent..a weak plea, a weak hit.  How would the return look?  Then he asked us to think about an ardent and forceful, humble prayer...and couldnt we then imagine a 'return' with greater force?

Im asking....Does deliverance influence God in any way?
How does one pray with force when one already knows that its served back to us on the 'opponents' terms? (I cringe at the term 'opponent' for I dont believe on any level that God is an opponent. But go with me a bit more on this) So Im thinking that prayer isnt so much like racquetball as it is like tennis.  We are in control of the velocity of the racquetball we hit...but the wall is inademate.  In the game of tennis, we are at the mercy of our opponent and how he decides to lob the ball back at us.
Personal example:
Asking with force, fervor, tears, pain to have our business grow enough to support us, has been  an on going battle of wills for 2 years now. As a matter of fact...4 'players' are sending up that plea. God is listening. I believe that He is.  And yet He serves to us what He pleases.
And can you picture the pleading and anguish that God hears every night as we plead for the cure for cancer, or for  help with struggling kids?!  I suppose the return serve comes back..but its unrecognizable most times... its out of our league, and its never usually a forceful, record setting event.
Prayer is so very, very, very, very hard for me. Im not a fan of  vain repetitions. Im not much of a conversationalist either. If God already knows the answer before I ask...why ask, I ask?  I know He knows my heart, and I feel confident that He has already decided what to do in my "game."  No amount of pleading is going to make a difference. (and what if I were to ask amiss!!!??)
I already know that Im here on this earth to learn patience, humility and more patience. I've known this for a very long time. My game seems to be learning how to be happy in each moment, even though these moments look nothing like I expected or planned on.
Again,..will my asking God to help with kids who struggle have an affect on the  kids who also have a game plan not of my understanding...who have the right and gift to choose what they want?  They have choices and God has a plan for them. My prayers wont and maybe shouldnt change their 'game'.
My best attempts at prayer are always the thankfulness prayers, the gratitude prayers. Those come easily for me, and I suppose its important to be thankful.
Its the asking thats so very difficult. Its just like asking anything of my earthly father...its difficult. ( Counseling may be order)
Life is what it is. I suppose Im a bit of a fatalist. God has set me on a course, to prove and to try me. I have to make my way through...with as much gratitude as I can muster and with some flavor of hope.
Shall I pray for hope? Maybe thats the answer.
Stop praying for change; for money or puppies, or trips ...seriously though..I dont pray for these things...just success and happiness. Instead I should pray for the feelings of hope, and for peace where Im at. I could probably hit that prayer/ball right out of the park!!!
God...please grant me hope. Hope in the future..hope for the kids, and hope for friends who struggle with insurmountable trails and battles with cancer.
H-O-P-E

I think Im going to find a ball,...and write in great big letters with a Sharpee across it....H-O-P-E, and tuck it under my pillow.

Sabbath Musings

Have you found the meaning in your life?

The Map
by Jessica DeGraw
3-20-12

Imagine if
You are a child.
You find a map; 
A pirate's treasure map.
You search.

Everyone searches.
For their keys,
For their shoes,
For their dreams.
They search.

When you are searching,
What are you searching for?
Something nonessential?
Something worthwhile?
Searching for change?

And how do you search?
Do you agonize over it?
Are you annoyed by it?
Do you feel anxious about it?
Are you diligent?

When do you find it?
After an hour?
After twenty-four?
After one-hundred and sixty-eight?
After you've given up?

What if you never find it?
What if you never stop searching?
What if the map is infinite?
What if that's the point?
Imagine if.


found here
art found here

Sabbath Reflections

...I wonder if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the
 fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up,
and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
 from: The Kite Runner 
by: Khaled Hosseini


The Prodigal Son neither asks to be restored to his place in his Father's house, nor does he even repent for the grief he caused his father.  Never-the-less, the son is given these things anyway...by his loving father.
Hummmm.....



by Liz Lemon Swindle 

Sunday Musings



Focus and Priorities
Elder Dallin H. Oaks
April 2001
We have thousands of times more available information than Thomas Jefferson or Abraham Lincoln. Yet which of us would think ourselves a thousand times more educated or more serviceable to our fellowmen than they? The sublime quality of what these two men gave to us—including the Declaration of Independence and the Gettysburg Address—was not attributable to their great resources of information, for their libraries were comparatively small by our standards. Theirs was the wise and inspired use of a limited amount of information.
Available information wisely used is far more valuable than multiplied information allowed to lie fallow.

Sabbath Reflections


“After All We Can Do”
Robbie Pierce

I had been in that hole for a very long time—
In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the slime.
The shaft was above me; I saw it quite clear,
But there’s no way I ever could reach it from here.
I could not remember the world way up there,
So I lost every hope and gave in to despair.
I knew nothing but darkness, the floor, and the wall.
Then from off in the distance I heard someone call:
“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter!
Take rocks and take sticks and build up a fine ladder!”
This was a thought that had not crossed my mind,
But I started to stack all the stones I could find.
When I ran out of stones, then old sticks were my goal,
For some way or another I’d climb from that hole.
I soon had a ladder that stood very tall,
And I thought, “I’ll soon leave this place once and for all!”
I climbed up my ladder, a difficult chore,
For from lifting those boulders, my shoulders were sore.
I climbed up the ladder, but soon had to stop,
For my ladder stopped short, some ten feet from the top.
I went back down my ladder and felt all around,
But there were no more boulders nor sticks to be found.
I sat down in the darkness and started to cry.
I’d done all I could do and I gave my best try.
But in spite of my work, in this hole I must die.
And all I could do was to sit and think, “Why?”
Was my ladder to short? Was my hole much too deep?
Then from way up on high came a voice: “Do not weep.”
And then faith, hope, and love entered into my chest
As the voice calmly told me that I’d done my best.
He said, “You have worked hard, and your labor’s been rough,
But the ladder you’ve built is at last tall enough.
So do not despair; there is reason to hope,
Just climb up your ladder; I’ll throw down my rope.”
I climbed up my ladder, then climbed up the cord.
When I got to the top of it, there stood the Lord.
I’ve never been happier; my struggle was done.
I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.
I fell to the ground as His feet I did kiss.
I cried, “Lord, can I ever repay Thee for this?”
He looked all about. There were holes in the ground.
They had people inside, and were seen all around.
There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark and deep.
Then the Lord looked at me, and He said, “feed my sheep,”
And he went on his way to save other lost souls,
So I got right to work, calling down to the holes,
“Get up! Get ready! There is nothing the matter!
Take rocks, and take sticks, and build up a fine ladder!”
It now was my calling to spread the good word,
The most glorious message that man ever heard:
That there’s one who is coming to save one and all,
And we need to be ready when he gives the call.
He’ll pull us all out of the holes that we’re in
And save all our souls from cold death and from sin.
So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just climb up your ladder; he’ll throw down his rope.

MIMI MONDAY





Dear Daughter/Son,
It has only been hours since your dad and I were in the delivery room anticipating your arrival.  We had a tape
recorder with us to capture your first cry, and we recorded messages to you while we waited..."its a wonderful day to come from heaven." and "we're looking forward to you, whomever you are."
Then you first gasping for breath, the high-pitched, panicked squall of the newborn.  We marvel at your toes and tiny fingers; judge you, with all the objectivity of parents, as remarkably beautiful.
Now I am holding you in my arms, getting acquainted and trying to memorize every detail of your face.  No matter how tall you are, how independent you'll be the day you stride out of my arms, and into the world, I wont be able  to forget that I saw you first this way.
A clerk came into the room to fill out the birth certificate.  When  she asks about your name, I cannot say. Naming someone tends to define them and I wish  you could help me.  What shall we call you?  I want to ask, for I know that however much you seem a baby, you are an ancient spirit who has already lived an eternity.  Hugging you, I am awed and overjoyed as you look around with a furrowed, puzzled look, wondering  where you've come.  Should I tell you?  I often wonder where I've come too, and I am puzzled by the world. I thought I was coming here for a Sunday School picnic and it has turned out to be Green Beret training.  So, please excuse me if I dont know all the answers.  Forgive me when I stumble, Im just feeling my way along here too.
But I can tell you some things.  The earth was made for you to love, and you will too, if you learn to appreciate small things.  Andrew Wyeth once said he'd give anything to have gift enough to paint the colors he saw under a wheat stalk, for they drove  him wild with joy.  Most of us dont see so much there.  Yet dear child, if you would be happy, make life a series of small celebrations.  Dont keep your joy only for sunshine days or four-star events, putting happiness on hold for some fuzzy future.  Love every minute that you can...all the quiet times when the chili sauce brews on the stove and clock ticks, when you slide into crisp sheets or first open a new book.  Love life in its variety and don't demand that it produce only one kind of heady experience for you. 
I dont wish hard times away from you for they will give you growth, the very essence of this experience.  Remember in the midst of such moments, that they will pass.  Since it is too much to expect safety, act with courage.  "Life is a bold adventure or it is nothing."  You can solve the problems you will face.  That's why you came. 
Use your agency while you are here.  Don't blame circumstances for what happens to you.  Don't say, "I couldnt help it or he made me do it."  Be responsible for who you are.  Get out of the fray with the dust on your face and make good things happen.  Don't  drift along as if life were too much for you.
But most of all, remember that you are not alone. No matter what comes into your life, I will always love you. I will think you are the best basketball player when you dont score a point, listen only for your voice in the school chorus, and sit on my hands to keep from applauding after your first Sunday School talk.  And far more important, you will never be alone because God loves you.  Sometimes that will be the only thing you can cling to.
I wish you the energy that having a worthwhile dream will lend: the heart to help a brother: the patience to see things to their end: the faith to hold you fast in uncertainty: and the power of forgiveness that you may never be stooped with grudges.
Last of all, I make you a promise.  I promise to delight in you and not wish to make you someone else.  I promise to be consistent in my word.  I promise you 20,000 meals, 5 thousand batches of laundry and countless lullabies.  I promise to teach you the Gospel.  
But there's one thing I dont promise.  I wont promise not to cry the day you get too big to need me.
Love,




(I did not write this...but I've had it in my file for years!)
I’ve come to think that flourishing consists of putting yourself in situations in which you lose self-consciousness and become fused with other people, experiences, or tasks. It happens sometimes when you are lost in a hard challenge, or when an artist or a craftsman becomes one with the brush or the tool. It happens sometimes while you’re playing sports, or listening to music or lost in a story, or to some people when they feel enveloped by God’s love. And it happens most when we connect with other people. I’ve come to think that happiness isn’t really produced by conscious accomplishments. Happiness is a measure of how thickly the unconscious parts of our minds are intertwined with other people and with activities"
-david brooks












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Day 4

...and because there is something they cant see,
people think it has to be special, because people
always think there is something special about what
they cant see, like the dark side of the moon, or
the other side of a black hole, or in the dark when
they wake up at night and they're scared.
from: A Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night
by: Mark Haddon


* This discussion on love now leads to three stark paradoxes, designed to jar you a bit, though no one over four is shocked these days.

First, the prevention and murder of love is the most highly paid occupation of our time.  Yet it is billed in bright lights as the worship of love.

Second, yielding to this feverish idolatry is more deadening than the Mafia.  Yet the healthiest response is not to take it seriously but lightly.

Third, the way to overcome the fake fires that are omni-present in our culture is neither wet blankets or cold water.  It is to burn with a brighter, richer flame.


Nowhere in Holy Writ is there found a blanket condemnation of passionate love.  The scriptures are full of a belief in increase....expanse....intensification.  Laws describe the effects of its abuse.

There are always impulses in us that try to trick the laws:
Some supposing that love is all of the flesh end with ashes.
Others supposing  it is all of the spirit end with deprivation and despair.
Actually the Lord pleads for us to feel all we can.
The Prophet Joseph promised that the nearer we approach perfection, "the clearer are our views and the greater our enjoyments." But he added that this was a condition which we do not arrive at in a moment and that only slowly do we overcome the evils of our life and lose every desire for sin.


The rules or laws of mature love are not just in college handbooks.  They are written in the constitution of man and woman.  Like those of a tennis game, they are what make the game meaningful and fun.  There are no rules on how powerful is your swing, how rapid or intense your volleys and returns; only on where is in bounds.  If you go out of bounds in tennis you lose a point.  If you throw your racket, you may lose a friend.  In love, if you violate the laws of the nature of love, you harvest a kind of hell.  And the hell is in you.


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* How does the world murder love?
*How and why should we take love "lightly?"

*Truman Madsen

Day 3

Prince Charming fished the girl ashore,
The fairies yelled, "Enough! No More!!!"
They fluttered 'round him, feeling frantic,
"How can you be so unromantic?"
"She wont have ever-after bliss
until you wake her with a ....
from: Waking Beauty
by: Leah Wilcox




*Now let us move eastward to Eden
I cite the voice of an unknown man for a scene that is somehow unforgettable.

It was an anniversary banquet. A four generation family gathered to honor their silvery grandfather and his sweet-heart.  It seems to me it was their sixtieth, but, as you will see, it doesnt matter which.  This slight, hallowed woman sat, very close, I thought, to her husband.  He was an oak, 81, and his body had the measuring lines and circles of his long, hard pull.  You would say he was an ugly old fellow, except for the clearness of his eyes.  He stood and made some comment about the flamboyant way love is advertised these days.  Then he said,
"When I was a boy, it thrilled me just to touch Lucy's arm."

He turned, smiled in her lifted face and said, most softly, "And it still does."

So far we have illustrated one provable point:  Whatever it isnt, one thing love surely is--a matter of life and death.

*more by Truman Madsen