Fixin' to go home one day at a time and enjoying the journey with family and friends. Beauty abounds with love at home and hope in Christ. Namaste, y'all!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Best Time of My Life
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Seeking Simplicity
"It's an honor to pay tribute to my mother on behalf of my family. It's surprisingly easy for me to illustrate Mom's whimsical, enchanted, complex, and fast-moving life. ... I'll start by mentioning that no one could keep up with my mom. She awakened each day and in cheetah-like fashion, accomplishing myriads of tasks... I can't really say that Mom danced to the beat of a different drum because she expected those around her to learn her unique rhythm - which most of us did....Mom's daily itinerary was filled with more events than almost anyone could pursue.
"...Our family took numerous road trips across the country, and we rarely had a specific plan. Each trip was an adventure of impulse and freefall as we drove around and stopped at every antique store, interesting tourist stop, strangely-titled restaurant or motel along the way....We were as free as gypsies with no agenda, as we blew wherever the wind of my mom's ideas took us....
"Even though Patricia sometimes ran into trouble because she was extremely impulsive and was insistent with wild abandon, this aspect of her character is what made mom fun! Mom loved to have parties and go to parties. Mom used to say things like, 'Life is short; eat dessert first.' And we did....
"...Mom never had her IQ tested, but I know she was brilliant. I love to tell people that when she worked on her A___ G___ study for the University of Colorado she was nominated the number one interviewer in the entire country. I used to urge her on so that she didn't become complacent by saying, 'You know, Mom, you're only as good as your last interview.
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"Up until August 26th, 2008, Mom's life was running 'all systems go', and [while interviewing] in Laredo, TX, a town just next to the Mexican border [where she knew no one], Mom suffered two heart attacks and three strokes, all the while having pneumonia. Medically, the doctors assert that Mom should have died from this experience. But she didn't. I thank and rejoice that God not only allowed Mom to survive five separate intubations with a breathing tube, in and out of a coma, but to be able to travel back to Denver under Dan [her son] and Julie's [highly-qualified ER nurse and friend] care after seven weeks and be close to her family for almost another month of life. God had His plan, and I know Mom embraced and surrendered herself accordingly. I asked Mom what she learned from this experience, or rather odyssey, and after thinking for a long while she answered, 'I learned that I'm not in control. God is. And I also learned that I had to be stripped of everything to understand this.'"
To echo my cousin Holly's words, "What an amazing statement!" Yes, this proud woman was stripped of everything - even pride - during her seven-week hospital stay. My aunt, whose own proud mother had requested that the song "My Way" be played at her funeral (and it was, some years ago), was stripped of insisting that things be done her way. Holly referred to a favorite Bible passage at the end of the eulogy, and I believe it to be 2 Corinthians 12:9-10:
Why did I post these quotes? Well, one of the things my aunt's experience of suffering impressed upon me is that if I don't choose to learn life's most important lessons willingly through the teachings of the Spirit, then I will be compelled to learn them through the School of Hard Knocks. I am reminded of a boy character in C.S. Lewis' The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Eustace, who through his own unwise choices becomes a dragon. He views the transformation as a bondage, particularly because a bejeweled bracelet he greedily put on while yet a boy was cutting into his scaly flesh and causing great pain. The whole experience serves as a humbling tutorial that allows Eustace to see the error of his ways and to desire a change of heart. The Christ-like lion figure, Aslan, makes the change possible after several attempts on Eustace's part to free himself of his dragon-like nature. It's all very symbolic of the Atonement, but it is a most undesirable way to avail oneself of God's grace. How much better rather to choose willingly the invitation to come unto Christ betimes without having to be compelled through a long and arduous ordeal.
The lyrics follow:
Simplify
I say what the hey I've got bills to pay I work all day I got no time to play And what's more, knocking on my door Is the tax collector and I'm poor
See there's too many bills too many pills Too many features and too many frills No money, too many things to buy Too many ways to split the pie
I've got to simplify Simplify my life I've got to simplify Simplify
I've got to smell the flowers enjoy the ride I've got to open up my eyes and see what's outside All the things I miss each day 'Cause I'm driving in the fast lane And it's making me insane
And I don't want to be that way I want to be free today From responsibility that brings excess duress I've got to enjoy more and stress less
I've got to simplify Simplify my life I've got to simplify Simplify
That's great, I'm late I'm always in a hurry for a meeting in the state Of confusion, a delusion An illusion I've taken much too far I'm always living in the future or the past But time flies too fast I've got to make it last So enjoy, relax, chill out Just give it a try
I've got to simplify Simplify my life I've got to simplify Simplify
In the past, I've tried to reduce and simplify my life. This has been a theme of mine for years. I have been about as successful as Eustace (character in C.S. Lewis' The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) was each time he tried to peel and scratch away his dragon scales. I enjoy relief and freedom for awhile only to find that I am still a slave to my natural self. My way prevails and gets the better of me. Permanency will abound only as I yield to God's will each and every day, several times throughout the day, according to His grace. Life's a journey, a process. I will not "arrive", and I am not in charge. So, my New Year's resolution is to put God and others first and "let Him do it with simplicity", because He will if I let Him. I do not want to be compelled. I gladly choose to suffer if He wills it because I know it will help me overcome my weakness and allow His strength and power to be made manifest. I will feel His love and my own delight as I yield to His plan of happiness. I will avoid the bondage of sin as I "come down where [I ] ought to be", as I unashamedly bow and bend to His will, and as I turn, turn, and return each night on penitent knees I will "come 'round right" because He will right me simply and grace-fully.
On a much more personal note...
I love my Aunt Patti. I always have. From the time I was very little (at least five years old), I wanted to go to live with her in case anything ever happened to my parents. After all, she was fun. And she let her own kids eat sugary cereal. (I vividly remember eating Trix and Cocoa Krispies at her house in Lakewood.) She and I were not kindred spirits like cousin Holly and I are, but sometimes opposites do attract.
Aunt Patti was very generous with me. I treasured the gifts she gave me. Most of all, I treasured time spent with her. She was always doing her own thing; so, her undivided attention was limited. But she did give it to me, even if it was in small doses, and I felt special because of it.
Aunt Patti was annoying at times, to be sure. I don't want to enumerate faults because she didn't speak of mine. In spite of her often loud and outspoken nature, I never feared that she would talk unkindly of me behind my back. But I must say that she was a troubled soul. Deep down inside, there was much hurt. Holly made reference to this in a letter to her mother that she read at the funeral. "Mom, you spent much time running and dodging through life, and you were also searching for meaning and happiness and wanting to be loved these past several years." And then, in words that I believe were pure inspiration and that I can envision the Savior saying directly to Aunt Patti, Holly read,
"Mom, I want you to know more than anything that you have infinite worth. Your soul had an impact on everyone who has met you. I wish that you would love yourself fully and receive love. You have been given a precious gift to continue to live and breathe on the beautiful earth. God made you beautiful, in His own image, and your life has great purpose. I want you to be peaceful and happy and not worry about your life."
It was difficult to see Aunt Patti suffering in Laredo. The things I take for granted - breathing, swallowing, eating, talking, walking - and the things I cherish most - faith in God, the gift of the Holy Ghost, adoring, supportive, righteous husband, children, parents, siblings, friends and ward members, physical/mental/emotional health and strength, comfortable home - are most of the things Patti was without for weeks and weeks on end. Had she not had the abundant love and prayers of her family she would not have lasted as long as she did.
I watched Holly at her mother's bedside in amazement. She naturally knew how to comfort and assist with words, touch, and action. I marveled at her tenderness and fortitude. I was at a loss at what to say to my aunt in her condition. I was so out of my comfort zone. (But I must have learned something from watching Holly because at a later date when I visited Aunt Patti with my dad, he remarked at my ease of speaking with her.) Holly was tireless in her sacrifice throughout the entire ordeal. This is more fully appreciated when considering the fact that she was also devoting much time to an ailing mother-in-law and to her children's and piano students' demands as well. How grateful I am that her husband Jeffrey is so supportive of her.
Holly and I shared a great peace concerning Aunt Patti's condition. It was very critical at times, at times very scary. But we both knew that there was purpose in her suffering. We both knew that the situation could be an instrument for bringing the family closer together and for bringing about miracles at many levels. Without a doubt, the Lord was orchestrating that which would bless the lives of all who participated. I was humbled by the outpouring of faith and prayers from so many family members. I am grateful for the many opportunities I had to speak to family members on the phone who expressed such heartfelt love and concern.
I marveled at my cousin Dan. If anyone seemed out of his comfort zone, he did. Yet, unflinchingly he rose to the occasion. At great personal and financial sacrifice, he contributed to his mother's well-being and support. He was in Laredo when no one else could be. He and nurse Julie made the transfer to Denver possible. He took care of difficult matters in Denver. His assistance then as well as now was no less serviceable than anyone else's. My cousin Gina also gave of herself and her time wholly and completely. This may be the most touching (to me) act of love and service of all. Gina perhaps has justification for personal injury and offense. Yet, she displayed no such feelings. In her magnanimous attitude of love and forgiveness, she did what maybe no one else wanted to do but what needed so desperately to be done. I love her; she probably doesn't even know how much we all do. She needs to know.
I know that I am loved. I know that I am a child of God. I know that my life has a purpose. I know how to obtain help and direction for fulfilling my purpose. That knowledge has served me well. But what I don't know is how to lose myself in the service of others. Always, I am preoccupied with self. After writing to his father of the difficulties he was experiencing on his mission as a young adult, the late prophet Gordon B. Hinckley received a letter which said,
“Dear Gordon, I have your letter. … I have only one suggestion: Forget yourself and go to work.” In describing what happened next, he said: “I got on my knees in that little bedroom … and made a pledge that I would try to give myself unto the Lord.
“The whole world changed. The fog lifted. The sun began to shine in my life. I had a new interest. I saw the beauty of this land. I saw the greatness of the people. … Everything that has happened to me since that’s been good I can trace to that decision made in that little house”
http://emp.byui.edu/jexj/new/talks/talks/GBH%20Sweet%20Is%20the%20Work,%2015th%20President.pdf
Well, if that's good enough for a prophet of the Lord, then it ought to be good enough for me. I'm sure that forgetting myself and getting to work will simplify and bless my life immensely. So that's where I'm at folks. Thanks, Holly and Dan and Gina for your examples of forgetting your personal issues in your own lives and getting to work to bless the life of someone else. I was nearer to your mother when she was in Texas and could have done more had I not been so wrapped up in my own concerns. Your sacrifices do not go unnoticed and I'm sure will not go unrewarded. Please know of my love for you and know of my love for the Lord. I want to share more about my love with all of my family members. And I will "Let Him do it with simplicity."
Read on, if you get the time...


