Sunday, April 5, 2020

Adjusting My Grip: While I Wait - Chapter 2 - God Will Not be Pushed from Behind


Chapter 2 - God Will Not be Pushed from Behind

“In your patience possess ye your souls.”
                                                          Luke 21:19

I grew up with a dad that worked in the same job for 30+ years. Because they chose to have my Dad finish his degree and my mom stay home to raise their seven children, my dad always had about 3 jobs in order to make that work. But he had those jobs for decades. It doesn’t take science or data to see that paradigm evolving.

See for a hundred years or more, the Saints were sequestered in a way, out here in the wide-open Western United States. It made outsiders nervous. I can see how it would do that. We had customs and practices that seemed odd and other-worldly to those “on the outside.” It has taken a long time for us to be mainstreamed into the world.

I like to think of the church as having four levels of practice: Formal policy and revelation, practiced procedure, advice and information and finally, good ‘ole common sense. Some of it comes across the pulpits twice a year at the formal General Conferences or the weekly Sacrament Meetings. This vital information and/or inspiration is addressed to the general population of the church from the leadership of the church, the prophets, seers and revelators. Revelation is God-given. It is rare and drives faith.

Practiced procedures are important to a growing, international church to provide unity. The Lord is all about unity and becoming “as one.”

The Lord’s prophets have always called for unity. The need for that gift to be granted to us and the challenge to maintain it will grow greater in the days ahead, in which we will be prepared as a people for our glorious destiny.[1]

Advice and information come from authorized church publicized media. However, I can see in my lifetime alone, that the church would rather you get personal advice from God himself through the Holy Ghost. When I was a pre-teen in the 70’s, I actually read an article from a church magazine that said "women should do everything they can to appear attractive to their husbands," and when a woman takes the sacrament she shouldn’t throw her head back like a man does – it’s “uncomely.” Pretty sure the Lord had nothing to do with that advice, but I remember as a young girl wondering what it meant to “throw your head back.” It worried me weekly until I figured it out. Strange that a little thing like that would matter so much and stick with me for so long. But as a kid, I abided by any rule that promised me a pay-off. Apparently, I thought that if you threw your head back when you took the sacrament you would never get a husband. I still don’t throw my head back. We would be hard-pressed to find an article like that these days.

Finally, a very wide and sometimes abused form of practice in any community or religious group: common sense. This category changes as rapidly as society changes. In most religions, we are often conflicted with what is politically acceptable today and what is acceptable by God. We tend to think that society is further ahead...in a modern way. There is a constant feeling that God isn’t keeping up with the times.

Latter-Days Saints don’t even want to be called Mormon anymore. We change too.... it just takes us a little longer. We're faithfully on God's time. We believe that He is working hard to answer our prayers, to fill in the blessings that we feel we are “owed” for righteous living, but even God can’t alter man’s free will. Knowing that has helped me take a breath through my trials, and apply some of that hard-earned patience. I’ve learned to wait. I’ve learned to say how blessed I am that I have the truth of the gospel and how it expands my patience, gives me true purpose for living and has made the waiting tolerable. Whatever. It doesn't make it easier, but I've learned to say it. 

I’m waiting for a few things to happen in my life that I perceive will make me happy but waiting is horrible. I get utterly depressed when those things don’t happen at the speed in which I perceive it will take the depression away.  In a clichéd nutshell, if my trials and disappointments are not teaching me something, what's their use? Why live through it? Why go on? Trust creates endurance. It’s a vicious awful cycle of pain..er..education. I’m a fast learner! Why does it seem like I have to repeat these lessons over and over?

Oh. Endurance...Enduring to the end… a virtue above all other virtues.

And - hope. See, if every prayer we uttered in our loneliness and impatience was answered the instant we asked, there would be no need for hope. And I've needed hope in my life. Hope has gotten me out of bed sometimes. Hope can give us those dreams and expectations. In hope, we can have anticipation for happiness. We can truly say that “we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things.[2]

It’s really tough to endure all things until we learn to “be submissive and gentle; easy to be entreated; full of patience and long-suffering; being temperate in all things; being diligent in keeping the commandments of God at all times.[3]  So we continue to hold onto the iron rod and adjust our grip as we learn those things. Don’t let go, though. Believe me, don’t let go.

It all goes back to time. Time is relative, elusive and human. In fact, as I sit here, I can hear two different clocks ticking away, reminding me that time is a human invention and what is that old saying? We are not humans having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience. Sounds like something I cross-stitched for my hope chest when I was in eighth grade.

Another cliché born out of the truth.

Having true patience is knowing that time is relative and that I need to relax and can wait without losing hope. I CAN WAIT. I just don’t want to. It’s painful to see my dreams being fulfilled by people around me...and not...me. I don’t have to rush myself, give up on my eternal goals or push someone else (least of all God) to get to the things I need or want.

Let me be clear: waiting is just standing around. Waiting with patience or what we call “waiting on the Lord” is patience by allowing God time to perform His part too. We trust that by doing all that we can, God will expand our effort and make it greater than it could ever be if we attempted to go through this life by ourselves. However hard we might want to push God from behind, trust that He is working as fast as He can - hand in hand with US.

God isn’t just standing around. Can you look back and see the hand of God working miracles and magic in your life? It defies explanation to me sometimes - except that I have faith and I know that it is because of His love for me that He wants me back there, with Him, again. He is my F.A.T.H.E.R. He’s working hard! But only as hard as human time and agency will allow.

Today in the LDS church, I believe we are moving toward a modern sensibility, albeit slowly, and FAR too slowly for some. The human clock moves at the speed of light today, however, God will not be pushed from behind. The great Plan of Salvation is what it is. We work through it individually and as couples. Therein also lies the great heartache of my life and why I have needed hope, patience, submission and endurance.

In D. Todd Christofferson’s conference talk called “Why Marriage, Why Family,” he explains the great and eternal plan of happiness in a way that helped me understand my commission toward it.

Elder Christofferson iterates a letter that Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a German theologian, wrote to his niece on her wedding day. He told her:

“Marriage is more than your love for each other. … In your love you see only your two selves in the world, but in marriage you are a link in the chain of the generations, which God causes to come and to pass away to his glory, and calls into his kingdom. In your love you see only the heaven of your own happiness, but in marriage you are placed at a post of responsibility towards the world and mankind. Your love is your own private possession, but marriage is more than something personal—it is a status, an office…[4]

Prophets have revealed that when we were first nothing more than intelligences, God looked around and wanted to give us all an opportunity to advance as He had done. What a great dad! So he created the great “Plan of Salvation” or “Plan of Happiness” as it is also called. In order for it to work (everybody who chooses to follow it would have eternal happiness), He set up the following pattern:

1.         He created a place where a mortal body could live - Earth
2.         We experience the condition of mortality - tested outside the presence of God
3.         We are redeemed from our sins by Jesus Christ on the condition of repentance
4.         We turn around and provide mortal bodies for other spirits to do the same

So it is in that commission that we have, as Latter-day Saints been asked to create families. In 1976, President Kimball, seeing this tide coming, said, “Come home wives, to your children, born and unborn. Wrap the motherly cloak about you and (unembarrassed) help in a major role to create the bodies for the immortal souls who anxiously wait.” It seems old-fashioned, doesn’t it?  Yet - I understand it easily and comfortably. I got a body, I have a uterus - I need to pay it forward. But the world doesn’t always see it like that. The resistance would say that we are putting women in a corner, and it gets stronger by the day. Even marriage seems like an old-fashioned, out-dated paradigm today. Still, I have felt the ache to nurture children all my life. It isn’t something I was brainwashed to do - I was born with this predilection, this tendency, this propensity. Am I old-fashioned? Ridiculously repressed? Nope. It’s just me. Would I drag women out of the workplace to stay home and raise babies? I’ve been bringing home the bacon for 30 years. So no. But I would sure trade somebody for that life. Ha! The grass is always greener...

So after years and years of waiting and working, it was on March 11, 2006 that I knelt across an alter from my best friend, Andy Hunsaker to be sealed to him “for time and all eternity.” The officiator admonished us, as they do to all couples, to “finish the work of the Lord by multiplying and replenishing the Earth.” There was nothing I wanted more than to create my own tribe at that point and time was running out. But hurdle one? Done!

Silly me. I had already obtained my bachelor's degree from the university of patience and I didn’t even know it. Was I ready to do the rest “in God’s time too?”

  
Recipe for Chapter 2
Patience  and Long-Suffering Bread


3 cups of All Purpose Flour
1/2 tsp Active Dry Yeast - no more than that. It can be “fast acting” too if you want.
1 ½ tsp salt
1 ½ cups hot water

Mix dry ingredients together in a big bowl and add hot water. Dough will be sticky and shaggy. Leave it in the bowl and seal the bowl off with plastic wrap. Leave the bowl on the counter for 3 - 8 hours. Patience!

Let’s say that you forgot about it and left it there for eight hours - who cares! That’s okay. This bread will have patience for you too.

Once the waiting is over and the dough has risen to about double in size, turn your oven on to 450 degrees and pre-heat a 6 quart cast iron dutch oven. Once the oven is ready gently roll the dough out onto a well-floured surface. DO NOT KNEAD IT. The dough will be loose, fluffy and bubbly. All you are going to do at this point is gently shape it into a ball and then place the ball of dough on a piece of 11’ x 18” parchment paper.

Carefully pull the corners of the parchment paper up and lift the dough ball down into your pre-heated dutch oven. Seal the lid on tight. You can let the paper stick out. Bake, covered for 30  minutes. Uncover and bake for another 10 - 15 minutes until the top is golden to dark brown. Let it sit out the dutch oven, for about 5 minutes before you cut it.

Eat. It. All. With. Butter.

The pay-off is incredible. The best things come to those who wait.



[1] Our Hearts Knit As One, Henry B. Eyring, Ensign, November, 2009
[2] Article of Faith #13
[3] Alma 7:23
[4]Why Marriage, Why Family,” Elder D.Todd Christofferson, Ensign, May 2015


Homework Assignment for Chapter 2


I know you're going to think I'm nuts, but read D. Todd Christofferson’s conference talk (May, 2015) “Why Marriage, Why Children.” 

  1. Write down how you feel about your role in the Plan of Salvation:



Ladies in Waiting: Adjusting Our Grip - Table of Contents, Prologue and Chapter 1




Ladies in Waiting: Adjusting Our Grip


Copyright Jan Shelton Hunsaker

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Part One - Waiting
Chapter 1 - A Tradition of the Unexpected
Chapter 2 - God Will Not be Pushed From Behind
Chapter 3 - Waiting for Happy



Part 2 - Four Tribes of Waiters
Chapter 4 - Tribe 1: Waiting for a Companion
Chapter 5 - Tribe 2: Waiting for Children
Chapter 6 - Tribe 3: Waiting for Further Light and Knowledge
Chapter 7 - Tribe 4: Waiting for Jesus Christ to Come Again

Part 3 - Satan’s Weapons of Choice
Chapter 8 -  Loneliness
Chapter 9 - Bitterness
Chapter 10 - Coveting

Part 4 - Adjusting our Grip on the Iron Rod
Chapter 11 - Loving Yourself First
Chapter 12 - Crying Out - Accessing the Power of Heaven
Chapter 13 - Living in the Spirit
Chapter 14 - Surviving the Holidays

Part 5 - What We Know For Sure
Chapter 15- The Promises
Chapter 16 - Trusting in the Bigger Picture 








Revelations 21: 4-5

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.



Part One - Waiting

Ladies in Waiting/Patience and Promises

I've promised a very important person to write about what happens to a Latter-Day Saint girl that waits until she’s over 40 to get married in a culture that puts marriage on the pedestal just short of "endure to the end." In a modern gospel, with a membership of women growing faster than men...not all the kernels of corn will fulfill the measure of their creation, if you know what I'm saying. (I just can't bring myself to use the cliché "old maids.") But the stigma is still there. I felt/feel it. I cried, alone in my bed for years while I watched my siblings and students marry, get pregnant and start their families right in front of me. I wanted that life so much! Though I appreciated their love, I hated anyone feeling sorry for me...bless their hearts, I was tired of their encouragement and attempts to protect my feelings. I wanted to punch the next person who told the 23, then 27, then 34, then 40 year-old me that if I stayed righteous, I would be able “to be married in the next life,” and that I was such an awesome woman that surely “God was saving one of the Stripling Warriors” just for me.

That may have worked on the faithful mid-century saints.

But I was neither mid-century nor a saint.

I had access to the internet sometime around my 27th year. I was one of the original six members of LDSSingles.com. Just kidding. But I was so lonely and considered myself a modern Latter-day pioneer in my own mind.  I was in those chat rooms and dating people that I met “online” when you said “I met him online” with a sheepish lowering of the head and a dark smile. That was just not an acceptable way to meet someone at the time. Didn’t the church provide you with all those singles wards, dances and firesides? I must not have stayed for the “…Mix and Mingle. You’ll never be married if you don’t stay for the Mix and Mingle.” I can still hear it in my head.

Those days are gone. Today, we don’t even blink when using the internet to connect us – even continents apart. I don’t think I’ve ordered something from Amazon.com unless I can get it in two days or less. Don’t I wish I could check the “Prime” box when I pray? Wow! That would be great! Unfortunately, God isn’t on “prime” time. We are a society of  N.O.W. and that isn’t bad, but as the modern, single, LDS population is tested on God’s time, we are seeing more and more of them give up and succumb to loneliness without finishing their ordinances. Many of them are walking away from their covenants altogether - and that’s just in my circle of friends and family.

This world is a tough place to live in. Life is hard. Loneliness wears you down and down…and down. Having a partner in battle seems wise, after all my dad always said, “safety in numbers.” It would be so much easier to go through this life with someone else.

But that might not be God’s plan for us. He might need our skills somewhere else, despite the constant promises from the pulpits saying: “...there is nothing more important in this world than participating so directly in the work and glory of God, in bringing to pass the mortality and earthly life of His daughters and sons, so that immortality and eternal life can come in those celestial realms on high...[1] With that said - over and over it seems, there is nothing that makes me feel more worthless than my empty dining table.

This book is called "Ladies in Waiting" in reference to my deepest desire –to be a mother – and my background in Shakespearean studies. It is a book for everyone that has felt at one point or another, the vast emptiness of the universe that seems to give and give to some and ignore…you…I know because it happened to me. It still happens to me.  

I’m no expert on mental health. I’m an expert on adjusting my grip on the Iron Rod. I have a rock solid testimony that no one knows me better than God and I am His child.[2] How easily we forget this. How easily we forget that there are three other members of our team – God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost, and we are their “work and their glory![3] Our worth is intrinsically Godlike and they are working as fast as mankind’s  free will allows but... that’s not what we Saturday’s Warriors like to hear. So then there’s the cliché, that old “don’t give up what you want most for what you want now” that we used to hear in Sunday school.

Wish it wasn’t…

…true.

And yet, God has given all of us the opportunity to veer away from Him. Some of you will watch others take that opportunity and be smart enough to learn life’s lessons vicariously through those of us that recklessly, joyously tested our agency at warp speed. Mercifully, it is through the Atonement of Jesus Christ that every single one of us will live eternally and we will have a chance to understand the mysteries of Heaven long after we have passed through this life.[4] And that, my friends, is a long, long time to live, and yet, for some of us, living until tomorrow might be a long, long time to live. I had that time too.

Well - I finally did get married and then after nine failed pregnancies, I had had enough. It was in 2012 that  I had to stop waiting for my joy to arrive and rescue me. I took the initiative to start taking all the heavy metaphorical rocks out of my pockets so that I could rise above my darkness. When that happened, and I will talk about that extensively in the book, my day became a week, my week a decade and my decade became a book about the hardest thing of all - waiting.

Let’s endure another day, together and with a sense of humor. Let’s endure the singularity, the infertility, the divorce, the trials. For “As man now is, God once was: “As God now is, man may be.”[5] and He is there… waiting …just like us.


 Chapter 1 - A Tradition of the Unexpected

“Because of our traditions, everyone knows who he is and what God expects him to do.”[6]

Fiddler on the Roof was the first musical I was ever in. 1978. I played Yente the Matchmaker. Hilarious. Ironic in so many ways. It was also the first play I ever directed as a young teacher at Mountain Ridge Junior High School. I had a 14 year-old skinny-as-a-rail, red-headed Tevye that we padded, bearded, and sprayed. He looked a little like an orange with toothpicks for hands sticking out. He was fantastic. My heart! Just thinking about that cast of 100 junior high kids each holding a candle and singing “Sabbath Prayer” in all those harmonies…

May the Lord protect and defend you.
May He always shield you from shame.
May you come to be
In Israel a shining name.

May you be like Ruth and like Esther. (Tevye has 5 daughters in the musical)
May you be deserving of praise.
Strengthen them, Oh Lord,
And keep them from the strangers' ways.

May God bless you and grant you long lives.
(May the Lord fulfill our Sabbath prayer for you.)
May God make you good mothers and wives.
(May He send you husbands who will care for you.)

May the Lord protect and defend you.
May the Lord preserve you from pain.
Favor them, Oh Lord, with happiness and peace.
Oh, hear our Sabbath prayer.
Amen.[7]

Though it was written by Joseph Stein and sung in a Broadway musical, I have carried this prayer with me all my life. You wouldn’t think there was much “protecting and defending” that needed to be done of a girl that grew up in the shadow of Mount Timpanogos, Utah County - the very heart of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I can truly say myself, that “because of our traditions, everyone knows who he is and what God expects him to do.” Well, I can say that about myself.

My grandmother was a member of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. I was baptized when I was eight and so were all six of my siblings. Because my dad was a school teacher, we didn’t have much, but we had him. He had our same vacations and we used them well. My mom stayed home and raised the brood on a teacher’s salary (and several other jobs). We were taught that God didn’t want us to smoke or drink alcohol. We didn’t own a coffee maker. We were admonished to get an education because knowledge is the only thing we will take with us in the next life.[8] But perhaps the commission that the Latter-day Saints are known for most of all, is that we save the God-created act of sex for marriage. It’s only after that big fat reception in the Cultural Hall, that we create big families because we believe that we have the proper authority to seal families together for the eternities - create families of children who will create families who create families… It was Elder D. Todd Christofferson that truly enlightened me about families as a “link in the chain of the generations,” and as a “post of responsibility toward the world and mankind.”[9]

My LDS family was so LDS-typical it is our picture on Wikipedia next to the “Classic Latter-day Saint Culture” entry. I believed every word of it growing up, and I not only looked forward to the time I would create my own celestial family, I had it all planned out.

After high school I would pursue a degree in teaching drama while secretly pursuing someone (rich!) that would sit at the head of my dining table for eternity. Ambitious husbands were found in college. Because my dad was raised by a single mom, my parents are keenly aware of the pressures of the modern world, they believed that a college degree would be a great backup plan for a woman in case her husband died in a terrible crash on the way to supervising Girl’s Camp, leaving you and your five kids behind. You would then dust off your degree, get a job teaching school and endure to the end gracefully… independently.

Thus, “get the sheep skin, just get that sheep skin,” was the mantra we heard from my dad starting the day we entered public school. Still not sure what a sheep skin is, but I imagine it’s what BYU diplomas were engraved on back in the pioneer days. Just kidding dad! (Yep! Turns out diploma’s used to printed on sheepskin, thanks Google!)

Notice that the degree was the “backup plan.” The first and most noble calling for my dad’s four daughters was to find an ambitious, worthy priesthood holder that would take care of us through the eternities. Those kinds of men were found at the university. Finishing your degree was the backup plan. It was never intended to be used for full-time employment. Your FT employment would be your five kids.

It was always the plan that after you raised those five kids, and they were all in school themselves, you would go back to college, finally finish your degree, and then get your career going… right after you keel over dead from the exhaustion of your life as a wife and mother of five.

(Hopefully, wearing a backpack again would invigorate you and not cause you to need back surgery at that point in your life. Even if you did, your husband’s insurance would cover it fully. No problem.)

I digress.

Although I’m wrong to say all Latter-day Saint families encourage their daughters to walk the path their mothers trod. I would be a hypocrite to speak for the Saints in general because that certainly isn't everyone's truth and that drives me nuts when people group us together like we're mindless bleating sheep. N.U.T.S I tell you. Even in my ultra-traditional family, I am that deep auburn sheep that created her own path by dancing to the beat of a snappy Broadway pit band. So I went to college saying (out loud) "I'm going to have a career on Broadway!" BUT, my inner monologue fully expected that I would only be at the university a couple of semesters before I was picking out wedding colors, I hoped. (Which, by the way, in 1985, were going to be dark green and maroon at the time FOR SURE.) 

Three years and thousands of dollars of student loans into the theatre degree, I was sick of school. I was also confused. I thought I'd be married. I was raised to be married...NOT to be a college graduate, just a college student. What would I do with an actual degree?

I had trekked through a rocky bunch of choices in my late teens and early 20’s while I was away from home. I also studied some anti-religion material that was vehemently opposed to the existence of a God for a while, but it lacked an emotional verification system. I couldn’t ask anyone of any authority if it was true and anytime I asked God if He was there, He sure was.

Naturally, when you come into the mists of darkness, you search for light eventually. I had seen missionaries come back with their feet firmly planted in gospel sod and covered in spiritual armor. They seemed so happy - happiness seemed to ooze from their pores. I wanted what they had. I felt, for questioning His existence and doing a few things that were outside the realm of true discipleship, that I should serve an LDS mission. I also wanted an experience that would turn me inside out every day! And Heavenly Father, did not disappoint. He sent me to the Buddhists; it was a hard sell. Jesus Christ is like an ancient, crazy fable there. I learned a language that sounds like popcorn popping, we rode bikes in skirts. We endured hundreds of mosquito bites, chicken foot soup and 100% humidity. Did I say humidity? I meant H.U.M.I.L.I.T.Y. It was exactly what I needed.

Sister missionaries had terrible reputations in the 80's. You were, er... you felt like...the leftovers. The girls that failed at their first mission: find a husband in college. You were what we termed "a special spirit." You wore sensible shoes, prayed entirely too much, cried WAY too much, always got put in charge of the food at Zone Conference. I however, had a "National Geographic" kind of mission. The Lord protected me and taught me things that I could never learn sitting in a college classroom. I had set out to pay a debt to my Heavenly Father.

I only ended up in more debt.

Secretly, I also looked at a mission as an opportunity to find my future mate in one of the Elders that I served with. They were super smart (they had to be) and had great survival skills including a powerful sense of humor (it was required in Hell.) I thought it would be fun to be married to someone that spoke my language so that we could talk about our children in front of them in Thai. How romantic. ?!?! I was so young then. The important thing was, by the end of my mission my wedding colors had changed to hot pink and dark green. FOR SURE.

I got back. I came away from the experience ready for whatever the Lord would throw at me next. Truthfully, I expected that the Lord would honor my service with some big blessings. I wanted to find my eternal companion right away. It was my deepest desire. I was 23 years-old when I stepped off the plane from Thailand and I probably scanned the crowd for an eligible man on the tarmac. The short-term common denominators I had with the young men in my mission did not last at home. So I went back to school even more confused than when I left. I finished the degree, got the obligatory teaching certificate for my dad but I was terrified inside that I might actually need it sooner than I thought. I taught in Japan for a year, because I could. I started earning a living because I had to, etc... I was (embarrassingly) O.N. M.Y. O.W.N.

I decided to see what the Japanese education system had that we didn’t, so after graduation I took a job teaching in a regular high school in Mori, Japan. I was able to go to church each week, though it was 2 trains and a mile walk each way to get there. I didn’t understand much of what was being said but the Spirit was ever present and I knew it. I made great friends with the young American elders and a group of single Saints that were doing the same thing I was doing. But the week between seeing them was long. I was making great money and I was watching sumo wrestling on TV just to fill my tiny Japanese apartment with noise.

I thought I would lose my mind.

So I started writing about the experience and it wasn’t long before I started realizing that even though I felt like the modern LDS woman, all career-minded and independent, I was a miserable modern LDS woman. I was excruciatingly lonely and I feared I was in a deep depression that despite my own modern sensibility, I had failed my first and real mission: I had not fulfilled the grand ordinance that seals (marries) you to a companion … forever. And that little task eluded me for another t.w.e.n.t.y. years.

In retrospect what I didn’t realize at the time was that God was handing me an astonishing and complete education, a mind-blowing mission experience, true love for mankind, leadership opportunities, world travel, confidence in independence, and total TRUST in Him, imagine that! Because down the path....W.A.Y. down the path....he knew what was being prepared and that I would need ultimate trust in Him when bigger trials were to be put in front of me. In addition to blessings I cannot fully comprehend, He gave me someone that was also sugar-popping to a Broadway pit band and the rest is…well, I’ll tell you the rest as we go along. Turns out God was just buying me some time!

So, whenever people (that loved and respected me) would say, “you are an incredible example of the modern LDS woman! You are so independent! You go girl!” I would cringe inside because the real me just wanted to be raising babies.

The truth is I get depressed that I didn’t get the traditional life I wanted and I work it out with baking, gardening and creating stories on stage or paper. I’ve been a high school drama, debate and English teacher since 1990. I’ve had to figure out that it lifts me to make things grow - other people’s kids, bread, tomatoes, flower seeds…I get a huge kick out of seeing that little seed germinate and poke it’s head up out of the dirt. I see it every day in my classroom too and that’s what keeps me going back.

I have identified that waiting for things that are out of my control is the actual cause of my depression at its worst. Waiting is so hard for me. Waiting is painful. Waiting can be detrimental to my mental and spiritual health if I let it. It has made me do dumb things at times. It has worn me down to bitterness and anger. They say patience is a virtue and we are blessed “after the trial of our faith?”[10] But...what does ‘after” mean? How long is that wait?

Anyway  - after decades of desperately crying to my Heavenly Father to resolve my physical loneliness, in 2006 I was blessed to be sealed to an incredible partner in the Timpanogos LDS Temple. My heart’s desire! Problem solved. Right?! So close. That was just step two in the tradition of the unexpected.


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Two things here: because I was the first child born of eight, I learned to cook at a very early age. I am obsessed with cooking/baking and, professionally, I am a teacher. So I’m going to do two non-traditional things here. I’m going to give you a recipe at the end of each chapter and a homework assignment. I make up homework assignments (and recipes) for myself all the time– you can do them with me.


Recipe for Chapter 1 -
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough for One

I always advocate self-care while waiting for anything. It helps me stay calm and focused. But self-care doesn’t mean indulgence. Indulgence often leads to guilt and shame and we don’t need to be adding that to our list of things we hate about ourselves today. So I’m giving you my favorite recipe:

Cookie Dough for ONE

2 T flour
1 T sugar
1 T brown sugar
A pinch of salt
2 T butter

Mix together with chocolate chips or raisins, butterscotch chips, nuts, coconut, just a litlttle of whatever else you want to add to taste. Do not share. Not for sharing.


Homework for Chapter 1 -


In this column make a list of the traditional blessings that exist in your life. For example...I grew up with strong parental leadership, I have siblings, I have a dog, etc...
In this column make a list of the non- traditional blessings that exist in your life. For example...I am still living with my parents, I have more money than I know what to do with, I have 7 toes on my left foot, etc...




































[1]Because She is a Mother,” Jeffery R. Holland, 1997
[2] Romans 8:16-17
[3] Moses 1:39
[4] Discourse, Apr. 7, 1844, josephsmithpapers.org.
[5]Biography and Family Record of Lorenzo Snow, 46–47.
[6] “Fiddler on the Roof,” Joseph Stein, 1964
[7] Ibid.
[8] Doctrine and Covenants Section 130:18-19
[9]Why Marriage, Why Family,” Ensign, April 2015
[10] Book of Mormon, Ether 12:6