There is something reassuring about standing for something, and knowing what we stand for.
For men and women who are true to themselves and to the virtues and standards they have
personally adopted, it is not difficult to be true to others.
{ Gordon B. Hinckley, standing for something }



A "Wicked" Spring Break Preview!

We are winding down after the few fun-filled days we spent with two of Grant's sisters and my cousin Becky. There are lots of pictures to upload and a whirlwind of sights and adventures to blog about, but one of the highlights for me was getting to see Wicked in Portland. It was my first time seeing it, and Grant's first time seeing a Broadway production, and it was OUTSTANDING!! We loved it and can't stop thinking about it or the music. The actress who played Elphaba (the Wicked Witch of the West) was particularly phenomenal. We unfortunately had an understudy for Glinda's role, but she did a really good job, too. What an amazing excursion -- definitely a break in the normal law student family "norm"! We're especially grateful we got to see it here because tickets to the summer showings in Utah sold out in four hours. We didn't even get a chance to think about buying tickets. Lucky for us tickets were easier to come by in Portland.

My Heart Is in Spain Today

Today my heart is in Spain. Today "my" MariCarmen, a beautiful and amazing young woman I taught on my mission, got married in the Madrid temple to a young man who, from what I can tell from correspondence with MariCarmen and pictures, is the perfect match for her. Today is one of the days that you live for as a missionary. Whether a day like today comes during your mission or many years later, it is one of those days that makes every moment of sacrifice and difficulty worth it.

MariCarmen and her (now husband!) Roger.

MariCarmen and her family were one of the greatest blessings of my mission. At the beginning of my mission, I prayed fervently that I would be able to teach an entire family and see them receive the gospel. That kind of experience isn't especially typical in Spain, but I knew it was a worthy goal, and my heart longed to "find" and teach an entire family. MariCarmen and her family were the round-about answer to that prayer. MariCarmen's entire family had been long-time members of the Church, some of the "pioneer" members in that area (Spain was not open for proseletyzing until the late 1960's because of the influence of Franco), but then her family became inactive when MariCarmen was seven years old -- the year before she was supposed to be baptized.

Ten years later, as new missionary in Jerez de la Frontera, Spain, I met MariCarmen and her family. They were one of our "less-active" visits, but for more than a few sets of missionaries, Sisters had been teaching and working with MariCarmen. Visits with MariCarmen were my favorites -- every Saturday night we would meet with her. She and her family were so gracious and kind and funny. And I could tell right off that MariCarmen had a testimony. That testimony took a while to solidify -- much to the heartbreak of more than a few sister missionaries, I know -- but when she was ready to take the step forward and be baptized, I happened to be one of the lucky ones to be a witness to that great event. My companion, Hermana Olsen, and I felt so privileged to have met and "taught" MariCarmen. We prayed non-stop that MariCarmen's family would come back into activity as the result of MariCarmen's baptism and powerful spirit and testimony. It wasn't an easy process -- there was plenty of adversity and challenges, but much of MariCarmen's family -- including her father who at one time had been a Branch President -- returned to activity. The most joyous day of my mission -- my very last Sunday in the mission field, Mari Carmen and her family surprised me by traveling almost two hours to the area I was serving just outside of Sevilla, and attended church with me. It was overwhelming to take up an entire row in the chapel with them, to see her father in a white shirt and tie, and most of all, to see them, one by one, take the sacrament. It was a powerful moment to realize that that very moment was the answer to my prayer -- I had been a part of bringing a family into the church. They were just returning back after a long absence.

Me with MariCarmen, her brother Israel, and parents, Manuel & Nani, the last Sunday of my mission, when they attended church with me as a complete family.

I thought my joy was full that last Sunday of my mission. But then six months later I learned that MariCarmen and her family were to be sealed in the Madrid temple. My heart longed to be in Spain on that day, to see that beloved family dressed in white and joined together for eternity. Then, a few years later I learned that MariCarmen was going to serve a mission herself. And again my heart longed to be with her in the Madrid temple, where she would again make sacred covenants as she prepared herself for missionary service in which she would bless people of her native country in the Madrid, Spain, mission.

And again, my joy is full, and my heart longs to be in Spain. To be at that remarkably beautiful temple, to see beautiful MariCarmen dressed in white again (like she was over eight years ago when I saw her get baptized), to see her family there, joined together in celebration of covenants that will bind them together as a family now and forever.

My cup overfloweth.

Call Me Obsessed ...

I am an obsessed aunt and proud of it. Wouldn't you be?! I got to "see" Madelyn in person last night on the webcam and I am in love with that little girl, screechy cry and all! Counting down the days til I get to fly out to Utah and snuggle that little bug as much as she (and her mommy and daddy) will let me!

Welcome, Miss Madelyn

Meet my new niece, Madelyn.
Is she not the most beautiful thing? If you look real close you can see that she's even been voted "cutest baby in the nursery." Can't wait to hold and cuddle her in a few weeks. Welcome to our family, Maddy! And congrats to her first-time parents, Mary and Scott.

You Know You're a Neat Freak When ...

In the middle of the night, you take off the socks you wore to bed and, without any recollection of having done so, fold them before dropping them on the floor.

True story.

A Desire to Create ...

Excuse the following testimonial.

Last Thursday I was a big, brave girl and went to our Relief Society's sewing group for the first time. I went feeling anxious, worried that I would "mess up" someone's machine and feel like an idiot not knowing what I was doing on a simple (emphasize simple) project in front of a group of life-long sewers. But instead I left feeling energized at having successfully accomplished my task and excited about the new skills I'm gaining.

Perhaps the greatest thing about that night was the sense of unity I felt with the women there -- everyone from the young adult girls learning how to make dresses for the first time, to the former home-ec teacher who brought her friend who desperately needs to learn how to patch her active 5-year-old's jeans (read: me in a few years), to the elderly sister, a master seamstress and quilter, who hosts everyone in her amazing sewing room -- she's feisty and laid back and supportive, just the kind of person I need helping me through something that's really intimidating to me. There was an energy in the room that's hard for me to describe. It may sound cheesy and old-fashioned, but it was really exciting to come together with a group of women of all different ages and experiences to learn skills to meet our needs at that moment. We were there to work, to accomplish, to learn, and in the process we related to each other, we encouraged each other, we laughed together. It was a simple thing, really, but it was one of those things that I fear is dying off in our modern, fast-paced culture that doesn't often see a lot of value in doing something for yourself, learning to be thrifty or self-sufficient. I don't know how to describe what was being accomplished, but it just felt right and good and uplifting.

One of the women there made a great observation at one point in the evening. She said that as women, particularly as mothers, so much of what we do doesn't stay done. It's hard to have a sense of accomplishment when most of what you do day in and day out -- the dishes, the laundry, picking up toys, etc. -- has to be done again the next day. For that reason this sister felt that it's so important for women to have a hobby like sewing in which you can create something that stays done (Amen, right?!). That thought resonated with me and I haven't been able to stop thinking about what she said and the role of talents and projects in my own life that have helped me to have a sense of accomplishment. I don't think it matters what the interest or project is -- it could be learning to play an instrument, figuring out how to cook or bake something new, taking on a task like sewing, organizing family pictures or working on family history, maybe it's simply working on yourself and getting in shape or finally reading the Bible cover to cover. We really do have that innate desire to accomplish and to fulfill and to create.

So it seemed especially timely that one of my good friends sent me this short video clip that has been posted on the Relief Society's home page. It's about our innate desire to create and features exerpts from President Dieter F. Uchtdorf's address at the General Relief Society meeting last fall. I was so uplifted by his talk and excited to see portions of it put together in this short clip. It's less than a couple minutes but I think captures the essence of what I've somewhat awkwardly tried to describe in this post. I'll let President Uchtdorf's thoughts carry the message of what I experienced this last week, because he certainly says it better than I can.

CREATE -- President Uchtdorf