08 November 2016
Several months ago, when I was a productive member of society and going to school and things, we had to write a persuasive essay. I had no intention of joining the legions of students writing about gun laws, abortion and other hot button topics. Because those have become trite and painful to write, read and listen to. I chose something more entertaining. The words are foolish, but they're true (name that musical and I will love you!). Anyway, I got full marks for the essay, but given what day it is, I find it entertaining. Enjoy!
Zombie apocalypse: disaster or desirous?
Society today is dictated by Hollywood and social media. This is ever present in the folklore of the zombie. From colleges that have a zombie apocalypse survival plan down to individual families with bunkers filled with guns and who have weekend trainings with their children to teach them the art of tomahawk throwing, society is obsessed with zombies. On the surface, the general feeling for zombies is entertainment. Yet the deeper the subject is dissected, the overwhelming emotion is fear - fear of the apocalypse, fear of decimation, fear of oblivion. Though dreaded and feared, the zombie apocalypse would ultimately benefit the human race as well as the Earth.
In times of old, natural disasters, plagues and disease were thought of as a way for God to punish the wicked as well as cleanse the Earth. When Noah preached repentance and nobody heard, the Lord sent rain and floods. When the Egyptians made slaves out of the Israelites, He sent plagues. When Israel would not heed the words of Isaiah and repent, Assyria was able to conquer and capture and enslave the Israelites. This is a pattern that is repeated when the human race needs to be humbled and wickedness prevails. Today, people are extremely proud. This is evidenced by this age being labeled the Facebook era. Society has become more self-absorbed and self-centered than ever before. Many people believe the world is more wicked now than ever before. Prophets of old have prophesied this and Prophets today have testified that these prophecies are now being fulfilled. According to Gospel patterns, the world is due for an epic disaster.
Unfortunately, the word “disaster” compels the mind to react strongly and negatively to what is to come. A zombie threat is a disaster that would bring many positive changes to humanity and to the world. The most prominent would be population control. This planet is overcrowded. Many countries now have bans or incentives against having multiple children. Some places dictate cremation as the only suitable disposal of the dead because there simply is no room left to bury their dead. A zombie apocalypse would benefit both sides of that concern; the dead would kill the living and those left living would rise up and find a way to destroy the “Walking Dead.” As Hollywood has depicted, all know that the only suitable way to ultimately destroy the dead zombie is to destroy the brain and burn the remains. This will free up ground space as the dead will no longer be there, and fewer living people to fight over territories and resources that today are becoming scarcer. No longer would there be fights to have the biggest and the best house. It would take generations to fill what is already built back up. The benefit of a zombie enforced population control is that no one will have to try to keep up with the Jones’, because in all likelihood, the Jones’ will not survive the war.
Children, youths and adults have all lost some precious and plain truths and skills to the technology boom; common sense and the ability to truly take care of oneself are the most mourned of those lost truths and skills. After the zombie apocalypse occurs, for a time life will return to a simple beat - working off the land, growing and raising food, bartering for the rest. Though there will be technology around, it will take time to get society back on its feet and recovered enough to use it. In this regard, the catastrophe would act as a human race defibrillator. When the heart goes into a rhythm that does not sustain life, paramedics will defibrillate the heart with an electrical voltage low enough to not fry the heart, but high enough to reset it. A catastrophe of this magnitude would act as a way to reset society. All would have to band together to survive and defeat the zombie hoard. This would also force united fronts on contentious political debates such as tax reform and immigration. It will not matter how one would normally vote. When struggling for survival, neither Democrats nor Republicans will have time to check on someone’s legal residence or worry about if the big banks are illegally causing bankruptcies, let alone vote on these hot button topics. Obamacare will no longer be up for debate when there are no more insurance companies or hospitals. When society is able to organize itself into once again having local leaders, society will not have to suffer through months of horrible political ads. And when that leader is later deemed inadequate, the process of removing that leader from power is a lot less troublesome as well. Either they leave town or are fed to one of the remaining zombies.
The threat of global warming effects, deforestation and general environmental damage will be quickly curbed. Society will once again have to learn to live less dependent on fossil fuels – in fact, they will not be as sorely needed as we will not be driving cars or flying planes. It would take decades before humanity would even be able to start refining oil again. This will greatly reduce the harm to the environment caused by these types of machines far more efficiently than any current proposals issued from governments arguing the topic today.While television shows and Hollywood movies portray the Zombie Conflict to be “the end of the world”, it does not have to be so. As with the patterns seen of old, communities will rebuild, the earth will have time to renew and recover. Society will rebuild stronger and better, for a time. Of course there will be drawbacks - no more Saturday night movie theatre trips, processed cheese will be a thing of the past and eventually the world’s supply of deodorant will run out. The benefits far outweigh those drawbacks – worldwide unity such as has never been seen before, a cleaner and stronger environment, humans once again being capable of self-sufficiency, and the destruction of Fox news and overall corrupt politics. As the popular lyrics say: “It’s the end of the world as we know it … and I feel fine.”
20 October 2016
There are things I never expect to happen in my life.
Experiences I don't expect to... you know... experience
Places I don't expect to go
People I don't expect to meet
Words I don't expect to say
I currently work 2 jobs. I'm an office assistant, which is a fancy way of saying "I'm the chair weight. The smiler and angry people. The cheerer of the annoyed. The sorter of the paper. The answerer of the phone. (and when nobody is around to witness) the singer of the Pandora."
Today... I was the surgeon of the printer. This is not exclusive to today. Surgery occurred yesterday as well. Apparently I'm a crappy surgeon. It doesn't help that my co workers would always walk in during unfortunate exclamations of "What the crap is that?! Has that been there this whole time?!"
And "I bet this printer doesn't even NEED that spring... Nothing has sprung from there in ages!"
And my personal favorite while talking to myself "Scalpel!"
"Uh... Dibe, who are you talking to?"
Me: "You are fired. I pay you to be my surgical assistant and you show up late to this intricate surgery, I had to put my own gloves on (they were trash bags, because we don't have gloves in my office...) I had to tape together my own paper towels to make this surgical gown... I had to blow my OWN nose." I glared accusingly at him.
Why do I even pay you?!
Him: It was just too emotional for me. I'm too attached to this printer. I'm sorry!
Well, how can I fault him, I've been there, man. Sometimes you have to distance yourself from the patient.
This was also the time about 300 people came in to order filters. That they needed RIGHT NOW. Actually yesterday, but they failed to place the order yesterday. Or come in. So now they're late. And I'm elbows deep in printer guts. (and breathing in powdered ink. Can you get Ink Pneumonia? What about Printer Flu?)
I hastily put the printers' anatomy back together haphazardly, and attempted to look professional (hard to do when you have made surgical gear out of "hazard" duct tape and paper towels. Never fear, my dear humans, I had a face mask, gown, gloves and eye mask.)
As I sat all professional like behind my desk, the customers looked at my desk and the handful of printer parts that weren't actually included inside the printer anymore all judgey.
"uh... You forgot some pieces..." One brave soul commented.
"Are you a printer surgeon too?!" I asked. "These are deceiving little pieces. Like the appendix. And spleen. And the bottom 2/3 of your liver. You dont NEED them to function. Except the Liver. Because, it's in the name. LIVE-r..." These are like they, the un-needed, the un-wanted. This one explodes and kills the whole thing. It's a dirtbag!"
Strangely, my brother (the printer version, not Alex, Jeremiah, Jared, Job or Joe) has gone to the great printing press in the sky... In my surgical apprenticeship, I removed portions of its anatomy that were required for living.
That said, I submit that it was dying anyway! I just sped up the process so that I could replace it sooner!
In other news,
I had to scrape my windshield this morning. Correction, I had a completely frosted windshield but have denied the existence of that much cold and have yet to buy a window scraper. (I'll go tonight, just so that I don't have to sit inside my car like a frozen idiot with a broken library card that smashed when you tried to scrape the windows and frozen fingers because you also don't own any gloves.)
So to protest the cold, much to the dismay of every human, I'm listening to Christmas music. Yes, in October. I'm fully aware that this is basically a sin against humanity. Except is it? Because Christmas music is really just Jesus music. And I for one am a fan of Jesus. And if it's not Jesus its music about winter. Which is cold. And snowy. The former of which applies. So Basically, I can listen to whatev'r I want!
Apparently by new company policy though, I'm not allowed to try to convince people to stay to entertain me by serenading them with "Baby it's cold outside."
"But baby you'll freeze out there!
You're up to your knees in ink in here!"
I have this little heater under my desk that keeps my toe to my belly button warm. (except that I'm short so it's more like my toes to my armpits) but the rest of me is always freezing! I think my decision of winter music is sound.
Essentially, my life is pretty uneventful with occasional bursts of hilarity and awkward that entertain and amuse the masses. Unfortunately those situations are usually not involved enough to warrant an entire post.
So here are some highlights over the last little bit:
On Saturday my roommates were on a double date watching a scary movie. I was grouchy and decided to not subject anyone to that and I went to bed early. I woke up just before midnight to my front door slamming loudly. I don't know what Dream Dibe was doing, or what was going on in that dream but the strobe lights that were going on outside my window were, in my mind, obviously aliens who had come to abduct my roommates. Said aliens were dirtbags and instead of quietly abducting them, they slammed my front door closed. I was sure that was what happened! Positive. So much so, that I started crying.
Yeah... Once Dirtbag Dream Dibe left Awake Dibe alone, I realized that the strobes were in fact the police conducting a felony arrest and my roommates were not abducted by aliens.. Great times!
~~~~ Okay, so that's the only highlight that comes to mind at the moment. But there will be more, I'm sure.
UPDATE! I have a new printer coming tomorrow!! Brilliant!
ADDITIONAL UPDATE: I just had a dirtbag come in and get all snarky with me because I "didn't remember who he [is]!" Yeah... He came into the wrong building. Dirtbag.
13 October 2016
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes.
I still got a lotta fight left in me.
I still got a lotta fight left in me.
It’s been a while. Because. I have a life? Haha, not really.. Well, yes. I am among the living. However, I do not have a social life; unless you count avoiding people and reading a book as a social life. (Elizabeth Bennett is doing quite well, if you’re wondering… )
Life has been crazy, life has been hard.
Shortly after arriving in Utah, I started having severe abdominal pain; the kind of pain where you can’t get comfortable standing, or sitting or laying down and the kind of pain that Tylenol is a joke. Then it became the kind of pain where you can’t breathe anymore. My stomach was becoming swollen, hot to the touch and bright red.
I had been rejected for insurance and my new job didn’t have any insurance to offer me. And the only insurance available that I qualified for would require me to live in my car. So I was NOT going to the hospital, and no doctor would see me.
All week, my stomach was growing and growing as the infection (though I’m still convinced that a parasite had taken root in my guts and was growing an alien…) grew. I was no longer able to do tube feedings or drink anything and keep it down.
By Saturday, I couldn’t take a normal breath without crying. And crying hurt because I’m a deep belly-breathing crier. So, knowing that it meant I would later have to fake my death and move somewhere tropical, I took myself to the hospital.
Remember that time I had a G-J tube? (gastro-jejunum) So basically, the Gastro portion is where the tube entered my stomach. Not just my abdominal cavity but my actual stomach. That tube was there to remove excess air, acid and food that my stomach wouldn’t get rid of. From there, the jejunum tube extended into my intestines. This was because my stomach doesn’t empty. The tube bypassed the stomach so the food could be deposited in my small intestine (which would typically work for Gastroparesis patients, however I also have a condition known as Enteroparesis. My intestines also don’t work. Because I’m a dirt bag and I really like to complicate everyone’s life.)
So yes, that tube, remember that? The J portion apparently had perforated my stomach, meaning it put a hole in my stomach lining. My entire abdominal cavity was infected. So the doctor had to chemically sedate me (yay versed!) to remove the tube. And again, dirt bag over here, my pressure kept dropped to 80/40, 70 systolic and at one point I syncoped (passed out).
A few hours (in hospital hours, which is like 20 hours in real-people time) later, and 3 IV antibiotics later, I decided to go home rather than be admitted, because again, no insurance and poor. So I had to agree to go back for a week and get IV antibiotics for my guts.
Living with gastroparesis is… strange. Imagine if you will, fast Sunday. For the non-mormons, imagine that day you woke up late, didn’t have time for breakfast and forgot your lunch in your haste to get to work. Remember feeling so hungry you felt sick and every word made you either emotional or angry?
Yeah… That’s kinda how I feel. Every. Day.
Imagine having no energy to do anything. Because you have no nutrition, your blood sugar (which your brain needs to function) is probably in the negatives (okay, that can’t really happen…) you’re shaky, your brain is foggy. Yeah. It’s a great feeling.
In my case, without the tube, if my stomach really isn’t work and it’s a bad flare up, I have 2 choices. One, I can be on a strict liquid diet. This is hard when you live in a society where everyone is obsessed with food. Myself included. I love food. All food. It’s also exceptionally challenging because the liquids I’m supposed to consume are incredibly expensive. When you’re having smoothies with protein powder and ensure’s or Orgain meal 6 times a day (because with GP, I have to eat tiny meals) you spend far more than your budget allows. So this option became not possible.
Option two. I can eat solid food. Food that I love. But I WILL throw it up. Almost everytime. This doesn’t sound terrible until you learn that when you vomit, you throw electrolytes in your system off. The electrolytes they typically look for in this case are potassium, magnesium and calcium. Potassium is one of the chemicals that help drive the electricity in your heart. Without the electricity, your heart can’t pump. No pump, no blood, dead. (That’s bad.) Magnesium does so much for your body. Low magnesium is bad as well. So when I throw up (sometimes up to 8-10 times a day) I start having problems with my heart (PVC’s, chest pain and trigeminy) that has led to passing out. Also, it destroys your teeth, and the lining of your throat. The teeth is more a vanity thing, and the fact that I’m too poor for dentures. So I can’t afford to lose these chompers. But when you vomit a lot, you can develop esophageal varices. You know those spider veins you get on your legs and how much pressure can be behind them if you rupture them? That’s what these are, except that it’s in your throat where you can’t hold pressure to stop the bleeding. Bad.
A secret third option is to just not eat anything. But that’s not an option because I love food. All food. Except Liver. I don’t understand the point of eating something that’s whole purpose in the body is to filter out the bad stuff…
---interesting side note; you and other normal gutted people, can eat something like scrambled eggs and within 90 minutes, 75-85% of that meal will have exited your stomach into your small intestines. That same meal might hang out in my stomach for hours or days. ---
All that said, I’ve had to balance between not eating, drinking only and eating a puking. This has got me sent to the ER twice because my combination hasn’t worked. It also means that my food intake has consisted of the absolute worst things I can eat, because that’s what I can afford. (thank you dollar store!)
It’s an adventure, to say the least. I’m learning to be creative to survive.
But it hasn’t all be a difficult adventure.
I took an EMT course out here. Loved it. Instructors and admin were fantastic. 8-week EMT classes make me really nervous. I feel like they’re great for recert classes but for people who potentially knew nothing going in, to realizing they know nothing and being able to take a blood pressure and apply a c-collar is kind of nuts. But it was fun.
I got called to be in the stake choir. Which is just ridiculous because I can’t sing. I love to sing, but I can’t carry a beat in two buckets nor can I hit the pitch… But, I figure I’ll go and love singing and then when they realize that this was a terrible, terrible mistake, I’ll get released and go back to being the tone-deaf singer in the crowd. (although maybe being the stake interpretive dancer could be a thing?!)
I got a second job. As a home health caregiver. I actually don’t hate it. It’s nice to be around medical terms and it’s fun to look at the CNA’s and be able to tell them that their patient has a raging UTI.
Me: “whew, have you told the nurse that she’s got a UTI?”
CNA: … she doesn’t have a UTI…
Me: oh yes. Yes yes she does. A bad one. I’m surprised she’s not having altered mentation.
CNA: what is mentation?
CNA: How do you know she’s got a UTI?
Me: I smelled it when I came into the house.
CNA: … she doesn’t have a UTI…
Me: oh yes. Yes yes she does. A bad one. I’m surprised she’s not having altered mentation.
CNA: what is mentation?
CNA: How do you know she’s got a UTI?
Me: I smelled it when I came into the house.
When you’re told by your preceptor, your trainer, the charge nurse or whomever that you need to use ALL of your senses when caring for patients and investigating what’s going on, LISTEN. UTI’s, C-diff, GI bleeds, necrosis, ketones, those all have very distinct and horrible smells… That’s a real thing!
But I like the people I’ve met through there, a lot.
I have roommates, they’re great. I have neighbors, and they’re fantastic.
So yes, that’s been my life. As my hospital bills come in, expect that I will be faking my death and moving somewhere tropical. Roatan anyone?
In other news, I’m going to make a jean quilt because when I came here I owned a total of one blanket that my CA people made for me when I was in the hospital. Unfortunately, it’s a bit short for me. (Surprising, I know!) so I can either have warm feet or warm shoulders, but not both!
Well, Ashlie was super Christlike when I moved here and basically furnished me with everything I needed that I couldn’t afford. (Bed sheets, a blanket, a plate… you know just normal essentials…) but I love warm and heavy blankets, so that’ll have to be a thing when I can make it a thing!
Now we’re just gearing up for the holidays out here. There are a lot of us who don’t have anywhere to go, or can’t afford to go anywhere so we’re planning an orphans holiday (**IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO FOR THE HOLIDAYS, YOU DO NOW! MY APARTMENT, BRING SOMETHING DELICIOUS! Rolls, a side dish, a dessert**)
We’re planning a neighborhood ugly sweater Christmas card picture; if you want a copy of that, let me know!
Yeah, it’s going to be fun.
I’m grateful for those who have been so helpful and kind when things have gotten rough. Panic over medical bills, stress over health and medical stuff, frustrations over meals and lack thereof, worry over running out of medicines, losses and struggles. Thanks for being there. I know I can be a huge dirt bag and as my man Lee Brice tells it “I’m hard to love, hard to love” and definitely hard to live with. (If you pray for patience, you are pretty much guaranteed to be my next roommate, just a head up.) I’ve been blessed far beyond anything I deserve or have earned. Thanks humans!
11 June 2016
Life in Utah has been a whirlwind of adventure, excitement and shenanigans, much like the rest of my life!
As always, I have no idea if anyone but my sister reads this (someone has to limit my comma usage) but again, as always I don't really write for you, I write for me. It's cathartic, it's pulls me out of my head (and other places if I'm being ornery) and it lets me be. Well. Me.
That said, if you don't like it, don't like what I say, how I feel, what I think. Don't read it. Or read it and get angry if that's what you choose to do.
I've been a resident of Utah for almost two weeks and it has been an overwhelming blur of adulting.
I left California on Tuesday night after many hard and tearful goodbyes and drove to St George. On the way, something pretty cool happened. I was toggling between being excited and nervous to being heart broken and devestated about leaving behind a place full of people that hold my heart and love . I was dreading crossing the California/Nevada state line. What if I never come back? What if I'm not wanted back? I panicked. But as It was time to move on, so move on I must. It was dark and as I was driving across the state line, I saw the most dazzling and bright shooting star that I have ever seen! (Also it's the first one I've seen in over 3 years!). The Lord and I have had this agreement. When I've been the most down, when the world has tried to break me and When my heart and mind have tried to convince me that He doesn't know me, doesn't love me, doesn't care, and neither does anyone else, He has sent a shooting star. I'll sit outside and watch the sky, brooding, or crying, or praying and when I'm at my lowest, the Stars start to cry with me (at least that's what I felt.) and it just became a symbol to me, a reminder that He loves me enough to send me a second. A couple of seconds of light in my darkness. Just to remind me He's there.
I had been listening to an audiobook about early Mormon prisoners and one of the pioneers who has lost so much and suffered so greatly said something that whispered across my heart and mind, "we must go on, whether we can or not."
Anyway, the next morning I continued my drive to Salt Lake, met up with Ashlie ❤️ and signed my lease! We unpacked a little, got a smoothie and eventually I went to sleep.
Thursday was job day. I was going to find a job! By Saturday, I'd had 3 interviews with two more lined up!
Sunday was church. And let me tell you about Sunday in Utah. It's nuts! We meet at the institute building. Which is HUGE! Apparently 3 STAKES meet there. Three. Stakes! There are 4 chapels so 4 sacraments can happen at the same time. Yeah. There are a lot of humans there! Thankfully my roommate knew where to go and what to do. I had no idea! I met some people. Learned some stuff. Sang and prayed.
Here's another tidbit. Apparently Utah has no diversity. I've been told that since I knew what Utah was (not a urinary tract infection for southern accented folks). Well, my ward has it all. All the diversity. All of it! My ward is like a smorgasbord of the world and I'm kind of in love with it! Also, my wards name is the Riverside YSA ward, which is my home YSA ward. It makes me both really excited and kind of homesick!
Well, at church they announced a missionary fireside. I like missionaries. I should go! I thought! Plus, it would be nice to make friends!
This was my Facebook update for how THAT went...
There Was a fireside tonight. I think to myself "self you should go, make friends! But whatever you do, don't say things!" 😑
They asked for experiences of where we would be if we didn't have the gospel, and the Spirit was like "get up. You have things to say!"
Me: "No, I can't say things in public. It will be bad!"
The Spirit: "Stand up!"
Me: "Are you sure?"
The Spirit: "yeah, I'm pretty good at these things!"
I stand up, "well, for those of you who remember the show cops, my family was on that show. (Laughter) we weren't the good guys... (Lots of laughter) so without the Gospel and the Lord being so individual, I'd probably be a national celebrity... And in prison..."
I sit down and groan to the spirit "really?!"
The Spirit: "hahahahaha"
Great introduction to the stake presidency, Hall...."
Yeah. For those of you who may have forgotten in the last 4 years or 2 weeks, I am the most awkward person I know!
I am now gainfully employed! I work as an office assistant at an air filter company. It's a pretty fun environment and once I learn what I'm doing, I won't be so stressed out I think!
Oh yeah! The school cancelled my semester. Dirtbags. It's more annoying than anything else, I have to delay insurance and you know, learning. But I should be able to start in the fall.
Overall, I'm really liking it so far! I've had some really great days, and days that I've been so stressed and lonely.
One of the greatest tender mercies in that, is that on those days I've struggled the most, the days that I'm too tired to call, too worn out to reach out, there has always been a phone call, a text message, an email from someone just reminding me that I am not dead to them yet!
22 April 2016
Can you imagine going through triad alone? Without the support of your family or friends? So can I, and it sucks.
The second best and most incredible blessing (is the gospel according to Dibe) is the family. The first being the gift of Jesus' sacrifice for all mankind.
In the Plan of Salvation, we learn that we are literal spirit children of God. He is our Father. We are a part of HIS eternal family. Bound to Him, not because of Faith or Choice. We are His because He created us. Like earthly parents create our bodies, Our Father created the REAL us: our Spirits. (Like CS Lewis used to say, you do not have a soul. You ARE a soul, you have a body)
What our parents created is beautiful. Bodies that give us an opportunity to learn and to grow. A chance to live on earth and love, and hurt.
But what they created is temporary. Our time here on Earth is temporary. (That's why we put "Just passing Through" on my fathers head stone)
What our Father in Heaven created doesn't end. Who we are isn't what we look like, it isn't gluten intolerances, our bad lungs, injured spines, feeding tubes, wheelchairs or depressions. Who we are boils down past our bodies, to the Spirit that God created.
But I digress. Families. In order to live with God again, we must make covenants or promises that bind us to our Earthly families. How genuinely merciful is that?!
The Lord could have intended is to be here on Earth and to fight through our afflictions and to celebrate our triumphs alone. After all, how many species leave their mothers minutes, days after their birth and never think of them, never see them again? Yet He allows us to not only have support through mortality, He lets us have those people forever!
I think, next to the Atonement, that eternal sacrifice, families are the greatest evidence of His mercy and love for us.
Not everyone though has a good family. Drugs. Alcohol, pornography, adultery, and a myriad of other things can tear families apart. Greed, pride, depressions. And yet in His infinite kindness, He promises us a way. He places people in our path to bless us and uplift us and He reminds us that we are part of His eternal family.
I'm so grateful for eternal families!
10 February 2016
Two of those are,
"God won't give your more than you can bear."
"Everything happens for a reason."
I do not believe everything happens for a reason. I think there is a reason everything happens, but that is different.
I believe in a Heavenly Father who is all loving. I just can't see a loving Heavenly Father telling one of His precious children "yeah, you're going to die of starvation because you were born in the poor side of the world. But everything happens for a reason."
I can't accept or believe in a God that insists that rape, abuse, assaults and the like were predestined, and that they were given to YOU because you were strong enough to handle it.
You may argue that the scriptures tell us that, that we won't be given more than we can handle. Please refer to 1 Corinthians 10:13 which states: 13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
I do believe that. That I will not be tempted to sin beyond what I am able to withstand and bear.
I reject the theory, however that I will never have a trial beyond what I can bear. I reject that teaching. And maybe I'm wrong. Maybe when I get to he other side, Heavenly Father will take me in His arms and explain why some people suffer their whole lives while others seem to float through life with ease, at His say and His command.
That's not to say He can't intervene or that He won't. I think it has to be His will to step in and prevent something or step in and cause something to happen.
But Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ, they are both not only all loving, they're all knowing. They know the blessings that can come from terrible things. Perhaps that's why they don't always intervene. Perhaps they know how you will bless the lives of others because of your own suffering.
(2nd Corinthians 1:3-7 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;
4 Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
5 For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.
6 And whether we be afflicted, it is for your consolation and salvation, which is effectual in the enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer: or whether we be comforted, it is for your consolation and salvation.
7 And our hope of you is steadfast, knowing, that as ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.)
I think the whole purpose of Jesus suffering in the Garden of Gethsemane, dying on the cross of Calvary and rising again in the tomb of Golgotha is to take away all the things we were not, are not and will not be able to bear alone.
If I could bear all things, I would not need a Savior. He suffered for more than just my sons (which are plentiful) He suffered for every cut, every bruise, every pain, every sorrow, every fear. Everything that I could not and cannot bear alone.
I just can't accept a loving Father would plan a life for someone to be full of heartbreak after agonizing heartbreak.
Rather, I know that we are imperfect. People make bad decisions and God will not take away someone's right to choose. Because of that, bad things happen. (To the good and the bad.) we also live in an imperfect world where we are able to get sick in our imperfect bodies. I don't believe a loving Father would give somebody cancer or lupus or miscarriages or nerve damage to teach them a lesson. Our bodies are imperfect, the world around us is imperfect.
But Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ can take our suffering and make it something more. He can take a survivor of a brutal attack and inspire them to turn around on their path and help another to survive.
He can take someone suffering from cancer, and heal a wound in their hearts that hey never knew was there.
Suffering doesn't have to be in vain. He can orchestrate a beautiful blessing out of some really crappy situations.
I've found that those beautiful blessings have come from my Father in Heaven and my Savior Jesus Christ through others. Others who have travelled this path that I've stumbled down, or people who just wanted me to know that I'm not alone traveling.
The blessing in trials is that you don't have to be strong enough to deal with it alone. You were never meant to overcome trials alone. That's why we are all here together in our imperfect bodies.
He is strong enough. And He will send His toughest, kindest and most loving warriors to help you.
13 January 2016
This week in class we were assigned to write a bucket list. Coincidentally, living with Gastroparesis, people ask me frequently what I want to do before I die.
More than anything, I want to matter. I want to leave behind a legacy. It's selfish and I know that, but I don't want to be forgotten. I want someone in the world to know that I lived.
Now don't worry, I'm not being especially morbid. I recently made a promise that I would live at least 60 more years, so I guess you all are stuck with me a while longer.
You know, having a chronic illness has taught me a lesson about mortality. You only get one of them. But I also am learning that fear is stupid. Nervousness is stupid. How much more would I have done if I hadn't been afraid, afraid to die, afraid to fail, afraid of rejection. The good thing is, now I can live that way. I can live without fear. I firmly believe in the quote
"Life is not a journey to the grace arriving in a well preserved, attractive body. One should show up late, skid in sideways screaming, 'WAHOOO!!! WHAT A RIDE!'"
I want to live authentically, be me. Just me.
And without further adu, my bucket list.
2. Have children
3. Adopt a child
4. Go to Jerusalem
5. Meet the Prophet
6. See Rome
7. Walk into an Egyptian pyramid
8. Solve a mystery
9. Help someone enter the waters of baptism
10. Graduate college
11. Play the cello
12. Publish a novel
13. Help someone overcome their hell
14. Invent something epic
15. Help children with similar pasts
16. Own a monkey
17. Hug a koala
18. Ride an elephant
19. Do a handstand without breaking my head
20. Become excellent at repenting
21. Become an expert at forgiving
22. Love without fear
23. Sing to more than just the steering wheel
24. To witness someone learning of Heavenly Fathers’ love for them for the first time
26. Lay in a hammock, drinking a slush out of a coconut
27. Make a difference
28. Join an organization that changes lives
29. Learn 3 languages
30. Go to every temple in the country
31. Go to at least one temple per continent
32. Go to a temple dedication
33. Run a half marathon, without dying.
34. Quilt a blanket
35. Knit a neck tie (that someone would actually wear because it was awesome and not because they feel obligated to me!)
36. Watch a sunrise from the top of a mountain
37. Watch a meteor shower from the back of a pick-up
38. Go on an African Safari
39. Be actively involved in humanitarian aid efforts
40. Own a home
41. Run a day care
42. Go on a cruise
43. Go to the Wizarding world of Harry Potter
44. Go to Disneyland and ride the rides until I puke
45. Learn to let it go, the past is in the past
46. Do the Lords’ work. In any capacity.
47. See Wicked live on stage
48. Skydive, and live
50. Shoot a shotgun