Blessing Our Home

21 March 2016

Tonight was a special night.  Ryan blessed our home.  Right after he made homemade tomato soup, and we ate it in front of the fireplace with grilled cheese.  We found out we were pregnant two weeks ago, and the moments have been very precious around here since. 

Last night, we told Ryan's mom over the phone while I cut Ryan's hair, and she got so excited and Ryan teared up. It was so sweet.  I love him so much, and I love seeing how excited and happy he is.  It's such an incredible feeling to create a family with someone that you love so much.  It feels so large and epic.  Aand talking about how we are going to raise our family has been so so special.

And since we found out we are pregnant, I feel an even stronger surge to build a home that is bursting with the Spirit and wanting to make this house a place of inquisition, and open communication, and reading, and building and planting and and cooking and growing and learning all together.  I know it will be separate from the world, both in distance, and in pursuit.  I want technology to be a small resource, while our minds are a bigger one, discovering and understanding things by own means.  I want to be united and loving and laugh a lot. 

So, Ryan and I decided for Family Home Evening tonight that we would bless our home.  We have wanted to since we moved in, and now has never felt more right.

We kneeled together in front of the fireplace, and Ryan blessed this house so properly and beautifully.  He blessed that it would be a place for the Spirit to reside, for all of us to grow and develop into the eternal family that we want to be, where we can worship and find safety from the world.  He blessed that this would be a place of acceptance and nonjudgment for all who enter here - I loved that!  And he blessed that this house would be a place where we could all strongly access peace and revelation.  He prayed that the structure and foundation would be sound, and the home would be sturdy and without major problems.  He blessed that our home would be full of scripture reading, and praying, and striving to become more like Christ.  He prayed that our family would be loving and forgiving.  He prayed that our home would be a dwelling that Christ and Heavenly Father could enter, and our home could have angels visit if need be.

It was so perfect.  Then we hugged for a long time.  I love Ryan so much.  I can't adequately express what it's been like to have this man in my life.  Someone who knows me so so intimately; all my best qualities and my worst; who supports me and adores me unfailingly.  Someone who is so admirable and respectable and honorable himself.  Ryan is beyond description for me.  He has so many qualities that are so exemplary, that I am just in awe.  I love him so much.

Upward and onward,

Handsome husband

19 March 2016

Ryan is on his way home right now.  He's been on a far away trip, so his drive home is 15 hours long.  Every minute is one minute closer, and I'm SOOOO excited!  Here is my awesome husband.  And he is so handsome.

<3 <3 <3

Honesty box | ideals and all the rest

13 March 2016

Ryan and I were nestled into our family room earlier this Sunday afternoon.  I on the couch, and he on the floor in front of me, putting together a new piece of furniture.  We had the recent YSA fireside on the TV, which was a Q&A for young single adults, and we were just quietly listening together.

I ended up turning the segment off early, wrapping myself in a large fuzzy blanket, and exclaiming, "I am having so many thoughts!"  And I spewed everything to Ryan while while he cleaned up the house around me, and I talked endlessly.

The questions from the audience involved fears regarding whether marriage is really happy or not and concerns regarding getting older, still being single, and struggling to find happiness in a family-centered culture.  Oh man, I have so much respect for the General Authorities and speakers on the panel.  And they answered with full spirit and with the knowledge of their experiences in life.  Their answers in unison - yes, marriage is so, so happy; don't let those fears hold you back.  And yes, you can be happy as an older single, just keep serving.

COMPLETELY.  I agree whole-heartedly with the principles of these things.  The principles of joyful marriages, and the principle of finding happiness no matter our status.  Absolutely.

Most people in the room of listeners will fall into the large bell curve of ones who do get married within an expected timeframe and who do thrive in happy marriages.  And those answers make their hearts soar.

But, there will be some, certainly some who have already, who will be single for a loooong time; or end up in a marriage that takes awhile to ripen, never does, or is shattered all together; or do get married and then can never have kids.  All things that are outside of the realm of the ideals.  So if the ideal is the only answer offered, than that leaves the rest triggering.  And there wasn't an answer for the other hearts in the room, and that left me so sad.  The answers that left the others soaring, only left this group unaccounted for, wide open to that voice that says, "you don't belong."  Yes, yes the pain knows that.  So someone, please, help us understand where it does belong.  Where do we put this?  How do we hold this?  Can ANYONE at all relate or speak with me?

Luckily, the Spirit is a powerful force that strips our egos so we can listen purely to the principles, and the principles agree with our souls, no matter our lot in life.  I totally believe that!  But, I also believe that there will be times, because this is just how all healing goes, where our ego - and I don't mean a big head - but our natural man level of existence - the part of us that aches and moans and feels so bitter - will neeeeeed to have a connection of its own.  A connection directly to the part of us saying, "Yep, there is the ideal buuut here is my reality.  Speak to my reality for a second."

So let's pause here, on this small space of the internet, and speak to that reality for just a moment.  The Gospel absolutely promotes beautiful aims for ideals.  But, the Gospel is still particularly relevant to anyone outside of family culture ideals too.  How comforting!  Life will come, if it hasn't already, in a way that is not the ideal at all, at some point, in some way.  And the ideal is going to make you very, very angry.  And when people talk about only the ideal, it will make you feel very, very isolated.  But God exists just as much in tails of the bell curve, as He does in the majority portion. 

Your life may feel in the tail of a bell curve at some point, even though you have done all you can.  You have acted and believed to the best of your knowledge, to the best of your faith, and to the best of your agency, and you are still reaching, still wondering, and still the course of life flows mainstream for everyone else except you.  I have been there.  And with the Gospel, hope is always for the taking.  The Gospel has taught me how to sit inside, right with, excruciating pain and peace it out, so to speak.  When I am in a situation that is far from the ideal, and the harrowing, inevitable emotions come swarming - the anger, the hurt, the sadness, the grief, the guilt - I am still able to remain entirely open and nod my head in acceptance and validation.  "My experience here has been a rotten version of these glorious principles everyone talks about.  How sucky for me."  "All these emotions are true and valid."  "However, I am still protected and loved."  "Yep, absolutely."  And I still know of God's promise that I WILL be delivered and blessed beyond measure.  I still know there is a God that loves me.  I am still swelling with peace of light, though everything around me is black.  The Gospel of Christ is full of love and joy when things come as we want, and when they don't.  That's amazing. 

Remember, hope is always, always yours for the taking.

Your side road is still on God's map.


Upward and onward,


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A very earnest good deed

12 March 2016

After this week, I'm just over halfway through tax season.  That is excellent news for me!!  Because this week was super rough.  I think it was because of the banana bread I made on Sunday for my visiting teachee's birthday.  Although the rest of my week was entirely unrelated.  But still. 


"Aww, wow she's so amazing."  "Look at her go!!"

Hahaha!  You guys all have such kind thoughts.  Though very misrepresented.

This was my visiting teaching recovery event for the year to make up for some failed visiting teaching monthssssssss.  I think I plurarized that accurately.  I called it an event because those types of things only happen once or twice a year, and that is, again, very accurate semantics referring to me baking something.

I called over my companion to walk this banana bread to said VTee's house.  She lives three doors down.  About .028 seconds after my companion and I left my doorstep, it started raining.  And I'm really exact with my numbers right now, given the season for me and all.  So we walk in the rain, and then my VTee isn't even home.  Because I didn't call and check first.  So we put the banana bread on the porch, and I said I'd run a card back over.  Because, no, I also did not pre-prep a card.  So we walked back to my house in the rain; companion left, and I quickly prepped a card and ran it back.  Then when I got home, I realized I spelled her name wrong.  Ugh, why? I AM SO GOOD AT SPELLING.  But it's tax season, so my brain is dim at extracurricular, non-tax life.  So, I ran back to her house with my sharpie pen to fix her name.  Well the rain, from when I ran over the card the first time, made the ink bleed.  So I could have just not fixed her name and smeared the card more, right?  (I fixed it).  Then ran back home.  And then, just before bedtime, I realized she wasn't even going to be in town for a few days.  I ran back again, without a bra this time, and the bread caved in.  Amazing.  So I picked up the bread crater and the card and ran it all back home.  For the fourth time.

Then I gave the bread to Ryan, and he loved it.  I'm a very generous wife.  And now, after being married for seven months, I have baked a proper baked good for my husband.  Then later, I asked Ryan to buy a treat at the store, and I put it on a plate like I baked them, of course, and took them to VTees house with my ink-drippy, spell-corrected card.  I gave everything to her son at the door, who probably ate it all immediately and threw the card away, and my VTee will never know the difference.

But, I am going to say YES at the end of the month for visiting teaching!

And also, a yes for stealthy exercise on a Sunday.

Upward and onward,