Monday, October 1, 2012

Not everything, but at least something

I know, I know...I need to write about my three vacation summer and my amazing family and lots of other stuff. But, rather than just feel guilty, I thought I'd share the talk I gave at church yesterday. Please let me know what you think....



I’ve been thinking about this talk for a long time. Like many of you, I have some friends and relatives who wonder whether or not God exists at all, and others who aren’t quite sure how to tell if God is talking to them or if their answers are just wishful thinking. So, in the short time that we have today, I would like to address these issues.
When talking with those who insist that you cannot “prove” the existence of God through the intellect or science, I think of a letter written to a child by Albert Einstein. Though he did not adhere to any particular faith, Einstein acknowledged that: “everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that a spirit is manifest in the laws of the Universe -- a spirit vastly superior to that of man, and one in the face of which we with our modest powers must feel humble.”
The prophets tell us that anyone with even a small desire to learn of God, perhaps no more than Einstein’s conviction that a vastly superior spirit exists, can receive a testimony of our Heavenly Father,  and His son, Jesus Christ. According to Alma, we begin with a simple desire to know. In Chapter 32, he says: “If ye will awake and arouse your faculties, even to an experiment upon my words, and exercise a particle of faith, yea, even if ye can no more than desire to believe, let this desire work in you.” In other words, if you just want to know, even a tiny bit, that’s a place to start.  Then Alma compares faith to a seed that we can plant. He speaks of allowing the seed, or the word of God to grow within us. That involves studying the scriptures, prayer, listening to the gospel as it is taught, trying to do what is right. When we do this, and we don’t allow our doubts and fears to stop us, then faith will begin to grow within us and we will know that it is good.
I know that many people have come this far in the process of knowing God, but then they stumble. They just aren’t sure if their answers, their experiences with God, are real or just wishful thinking. To answer this question, I refer to the words of Moroni. In Chapter 7 he says: “all things which are good cometh of God.” Then he explains how to tell whether something actually is good. “That which is of God inviteth and enticeth to do good continually; wherefore everything which inviteth and enticeth to do good, and to love God,and to serve him, is inspired of God….it is given unto you to judge, that ye may know good from evil; and the way to just is as plain, that ye may know with a perfect knowledge, as the daylight is from the dark night. For behold, the Spirit of Christ is given to every man, that he may know good from evil…every thing which inviteth to do good, and to persuade to believe in Christ, is sent forth by the power and gift of Christ, wherefore you may know with a perfect knowledge it is of God.”
To restate Moroni simply, everything good in the world, comes from God. Everything that helps us do right, comes from God and it all testifies that he is real.
So, where do I see God? In all good things (which for me include chocolate and anesthesia) In every bluebonnet by the highway in the spring. In every snowflake that falls, in the birds that fly and the grass that grows. Several years ago, when we actually had an autumn and the trees burst forth in radiant color, I thanked the Lord every day for the beauty around me. (by the way, Texas trees actually can change colors, they just usually get all the wrong weather—hot, hot, hot, blue norther, frozen--so that they go from lovely green straight to brown, dead, fallen.) I see God in the faces of people—the tiny ones in the nursery, the crazy teenagers in my classes, all of you as we meet and talk together. I hear Him in sacrament hymns and primary songs. It’s not just wishful thinking. The warm, happy feelings we get during those songs are a testimony of God.
And how do I know that his answers, his inspirations, are real and not happenstance? They always lead to something good.
One year at girl’s camp, we were preparing lunch and realized that we would soon have rain. Since we needed to finish cooking over the fire, we needed the rain to hold off for a bit. So, we prayed for it to wait until we finished lunch. We cooked, we ate, we cleaned up, we went into the tent, and the rain began pouring. Just a coincidence? Not to me.
                On my way to the grocery store, I pulled into the parking lot and received a distinct impression that I needed to go to a different store. That seemed kind of silly, since I was already at a store, but I looped around the lot, exited and headed to the other store. The kids asked what I was doing, and I told them that we were supposed to go to the other store, but I didn’t know why. I found out when we got there. Our old neighbors were in the second store. We hadn’t seen them in a long time and we had a wonderful visit. Coincidence? I don’t’ think so.
                I often receive impressions about things I should do. And they are always good things, so I know  they come from God. I’m sure my students are grateful, too, because sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a strong impression that they need chocolate. Luckily WalMart is open at 6 a.m. and I can stop by on my way to school.
                God reveals himself to us in many ways. As I have mentioned, the earth itself and everything in it testify of their creator. Through the Holy Ghost, he impresses our minds with what we should do. All of us who have been baptized and received the gift of the Holy Ghost can be constantly guided by Him if we are worthy. These methods are quiet, and the skeptical among us might dismiss them as wishful thinking or coincidence. But they are real.
                Many of these experiences fall into what Elder David A Bednar, of the Quorum of theTwelve, calls the tender mercies of the Lord. He says that “we should not underestimate or overlook the power of the Lord’s tender mercies. The simpleness, the sweetness, and the constancy of the tender mercies of the Lord will do much to fortify and protect us in the troubled times in which we do now and will yet live.” Often God’s tender mercies give us the strength to go on, to continue striving.
 One of the tender mercies God showed me came in the form of an audible statement.
                When I was in high school, our seminary teacher repeatedly told us that it was time to develop our own testimonies, and to stop living off the convictions of our parents. We needed to pray and know for ourselves that The Book of Mormon is true. Funnily enough, I was already pretty sure that it was true, but I thought maybe I should ask for an “official” answer. So I prayed. And prayed. And prayed. For a while it didn’t seem like He was hearing me, but I guess He wanted me to understand what I already knew. Finally one night I heard a voice clearly and quietly say: You already know this. He was right. I did already know.
                I won’t say that I never have doubts. But I know the way to learn, and I know that if I allow that seed to grow within me, my testimony can continue to grow. I study and I pray and I try to follow God’s commandments. I know that anyone with a sincere desire to know God can know Him and feel his presence in their lives.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

One of the Nine Percent

As a happy person who now has a Master's Degree, I am one of the nine percent of Americans who hold this degree. (28% have bachelor's, and only 2% have Ph.D.s)


Here are a couple of pictures. More words and pictures to come later.....

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Catching up a little bit....

I know that I haven't written anything in ages, so I thought I would share a little bit of what I have been doing. I've been doing graduate school.....lots and lots and lots of graduate school. I now have only two finals standing between me and a Masters of Education from Southern Methodist University. I will graduate on Saturday, May 12, God willing, and I am SO HAPPY!!!! I have loved my professors and my classes, but I am exhausted, and I'm ready to be finished. And, don't ask if I intend to get a PhD--the answer is no. More grad classes in English, yes, but not another degree, just more learning for the joy of it.

To start, I've decided to share a set of poems with you, along with a stop-action video I made about how I think high school students believe poetry is created. Both of these were assignments for classes this semester. I share the poems with some trepidation, because I have never thought of myself as a poet. However, I am pleased with how these turned out, and even if no one else likes them, I do. So, if you like them, please leave a comment and tell me, and if you don't, please don't tell me. I wrote them from my heart and they express some very tender feelings. I don't see them as publishable, but I think they are pretty good. Here goes:

This first one is an homage to e.e.cummings, one of my favorite poets:




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                                                                 &    Michael






 This one came about because I keep hearing people say that God is always serious and stern. I don't think so. Have you looked around?

 To those who wonder….

Elephants and squirrels that fly,
Jelly fish and octopi,
Of course our God can laugh…

Hear the loud hyena howl,
Kookaburra, hooting owl,
Of course our God can laugh…

He who made the mustard seed,
Prickly pear, and tumbleweed,
Of course our God can laugh…

Talking donkeys, parting seas,
Plagues of frogs and fires and fleas,
Of course our God can laugh…

Each and every tiny flake
complete, original, unique.
Gleeful with creative joy,
Of course our God can laugh…

Mighty Everest, sinking knolls,
All in all,
Paradoxically enthralled.
Of course our God does laugh.
He laughs and laughs and laughs….


I don't know about you, but I love LOVE, to read. These are some thoughts about my book friends.
 

Some of my favorite people live only in books.
I enter their worlds with scarcely a look
back into mine.

I see Jane touring Yorkshire, Elizabeth at Pemberly,
Anne and her captain before they set out to sea.

I so admire Newland, who sacrificed happiness
for the sake of his children, whose lives he did surely bless.

Ma Joad kept the family together as best she could.
Gatsby loved Daisy, something I never have understood.

The Archbishop cared for his flock oh so tenderly,
He and the rest share their thoughts and their lives with me.

Earnest, Eliza, Hamlet, and Tiny Tim,
Marlow and Marmee, Scout and her brother Jem.

They’re not just in books, they’re people I know.
       And I feel so bereft,
                when the story ends
                            And they go….



I haven't written anything about my mom....I just couldn't find the right words. But in working on my poetry assignment, I came up with this. It expresses a little bit of what I've been feeling and thinking....
 
I notice the birds more,
now that Mom is gone.

She was always the one
who pointed and cried:
Look over there,
Do you see it?

I didn’t then.
But now I do.

The bright red cardinals
were her favorites.
But she loved them all.

And, by osmosis I think,
I learned one or two.

When threatened, Blue Jays fight back—
they show up in droves.

Mockingbirds sing from the tops of the trees,
and are blithely unconcerned with human sleeping habits.

Mourning doves coo softly,
so serious in their formal gray suits.

I remember last summer, when we watched 72 pelicans
fly over Surfside; of course we counted them.

One time we searched (and searched and searched)
for the tiny golden-cheeked warbler in Lost Maples park.
Thank goodness for the experts who pointed him out.

We never did find those woodpeckers near Huntsville,
nor get a glimpse of the Canada Geese in the marsh.
(we did see seven alligators, though).

Together we tramped through the underbrush, or sat on the front porch,
Always watching and waiting and listening to the birds.
But now I must listen alone…..
                                        Or maybe not
     My children and grandchildren also love Nana—and her birds, too.



This one is not meant to aggrandize myself, only to express the idea that I, and all of God's children, have tremendous potential, but I think sometimes our potential almost scares us, and we back off. 


I think I could be
something great.
But sometimes, I’m afraid.
I see a glimpse of the
amazing—
But I hold back.
Why?
I try to imagine eternity;
what I could be…
I can’t wrap my mind
around it all.
And yet, I want to see,
I want to be,
Something great.



With the help (lots of help) of Michael and Kara, I also created a couple of videos. Poetry Magic is posted on Google Docs. You can see it at: Poetry Magic


The other video features all three of my grandsons, but at this moment, I can't figure out how to upload such a huge file, so I'll ask my technical director (Michael) and get back to you on that one.

The third big project was a WebQuest, which is a research project for my students that uses information on the web. Here is the link to Create Poetry Magic  Be sure to look at all the pages--there's a great picture of Jamie near the end.

Well, that's about it for school this semester. I took the comprehensive exams on April 14 and I both survived the experience and passed the test. It is not something I would like to repeat, but I'm proud of myself for my accomplishments.


Monday, January 23, 2012

We Won! We Won!

I have the great privilege of being the assistant coach for our school's Academic Decathlon Team and they ROCKED THE HOUSE at our regional competition this past weekend. It was fantastic!!!
We rode the big yellow school bus down to Lufkin (in East Texas) and spent Thursday-Sunday in a lovely Holiday Inn Express there. The kids have worked soooo hard, and it really paid off. We won our region and now we're prepping for state next month in Houston. Here is the official rundown of all our medals. A GREAT WEEKEND!

As you will see if you read the results, AD competes in 10 categories. We won medals in 8. In Lang/Lit, every member of our team won a medal. Read the results and be impressed with the terrific kids at Grand Prairie High School.

Medals won at Region 12 Competition by the GPHS Academic Decathlon Team:

Overall Team: Gold Medal—first place for the GPHS Gophers

Individual Overall Ribbons and Medals:

Varsity Division:

4th Place: Derric Edwards

2nd Place: Jamilla Obsiye

Gold Medal: Lupe Regalado

Scholastic Division:

5th Place: Ana Rodriguez

3rd Place: Houston Chapman

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali (this is the second consecutive year that Kaelin has been the number 1 Scholastic competitor at the regional competition

Honors Division:

5th Place: Christopher Sherrill

2nd Place: Christian Rodriguez

Gold Medal: Martha Alvarez

Science:

Varsity Division:

Gold medal: Derric Edwards

Scholastic Division:

3rd Place: Houston Chapman

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Super Quiz—Individual:

Varsity Division:

2nd Place: Lupe Regalado

Gold Medal: Jamilla Obsiye

Scholastic Division:

2nd Place: Ana Rodriguez

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Honors Division:

2nd Place: Martha Alvarez

Gold Medal: Christopher Sherrill

Super Quiz—Team Relay:

Gold Medal—Grand Prairie High School

Super Quiz Team—Combined Relay and Written Test:

Gold Medal—Grand Prairie High School

Economics:

Varsity Division:

3rd Place: Lupe Regalado

Gold Medal: Derric Edwards

Scholastic Division:

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Honors Division:

Gold Medal: Christian Rodriguez

Language and Literature: (every member of the GPHS team won a medal in this category—nine out of nine)

Varsity Division:

3rd Place: Derric Edwards

2nd Place: Jamilla Obsiye

Gold Medal: Lupe Regalado

Scholastic Division:

3rd Place: Houston Chapman

2nd Place: Ana Rodriguez

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Honors Division:

3rd Place: Christopher Sherrill

2nd Place: Christian Rodriguez

Gold Medal: Martha Alvarez

Music: (GPHS won 8 medals in this category)

Varsity Division:

2nd Place: Derric Edwards

Gold Medal: Jamilla Obsiye

Scholastic Division:

3rd Place: Ana Rodriguez

2nd Place: Houston Chapman

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Honors Division:

3rd Place: Christian Rodriguez

2nd Place: (tie) Martha Alvarez and Christopher Sherrill

Art: (GPHS won 8 medals in this category)

Varsity Division:

3rd Place: Derric Edwards

2nd Place: Lupe Regalado

Gold Medal: Jamilla Obsiye

Scholastic Division:

2nd Place: Ana Rodriguez

Gold Medal: Kaelin Cali

Honors Division:

3rd Place: Christopher Sherrill

2nd Place: Martha Alvarez

Gold Medal: Christian Rodriguez

Speech:

Scholastic Division:

2nd Place: Houston Chapman

Essay:

Varsity Division:

Gold Medal: Lupe Regalado

Honors Division:

Gold Medal: Martha Alvarez

About Me

I'm a happy wife, mom, daughter, sister, teacher, and friend. I love to read (and read and read and read), talk with interesting people (that's pretty much everyone), and travel. I teach high school and LOVE it!