The Parable of the Grocery Bagger

 This is not my normal post for this blog and it doesn't really fit with the others. A LONG time ago when the curriculum for the Youth at church changed to Come Follow Me, I was really inspired by it and I determined I was going to write a book about each monthly theme. I started with Covenants, just because I did, and I have just now finished the first draft of the first chapter of that book 😁. I may never finish my book(s), but I thought I'd share out the first chapter, just in case it helps anyone out there.

Eli at the beginning of the Covid Pandemic showing that there were so many empty shelves at the grocery store. It doesn't really have anything to do with the story, except that it's a grocery store. It also just felt wrong not to post a cute picture of Eli.

Chapter 1 

The Parable of the Grocery Bagger

What is a covenant? We are used to giving the quick answer “a two-way promise.” What does that really look like in our everyday life. Let me tell you the parable of the grocery bagger.

There once was a man named Fred. Fred was a good man and had heard the value of good work, so he decided one day that he would go down to the local grocery store and begin helping people take their bags to the car. Fred started even earning some money here and there from nice people who would give him a tip. He even started going inside the store and bagging the groceries, so he could carry them out sooner. He became well known at the store and the bakery began saving all of the day-old doughnuts for Fred. Eventually, the store manager took notice and decided he would offer Fred a full time job. He took Fred into his office and told him that he would like to offer him a job with a regular salary. Fred would be given health benefits and the chance to work up the chain and really grow this job into a career. Fred thought this sounded pretty great, but then the manager continued to explain what would be required of him. Fred could no longer come and go and he pleased. Fred would need to agree to be there at the proper scheduled times for work and wear the store uniform. He also needed to agree to follow all of the guidelines for employee conduct. Fred became disgusted at what he felt were outrageous requirements. Why could he not just continue to work as he did now and still receive a salary and benefits? Fred became incensed and stormed out of the store, never to return.

Now you might be saying to yourself, great story, but what does it have to do with covenants? In the Bible Dictionary we learn that a covenant:

Sometimes denotes an agreement between persons or nations; more often between God and man; but in this latter case it is important to notice that the two parties to the agreement do not stand in the relation of independent and equal contractors. God in His good pleasure fixes the terms, which man accepts. The same word is sometimes rendered “testament.”

The gospel is so arranged that principles and ordinances are received by covenant, placing the recipient under strong obligation and responsibility to honor the commitment. (Bible Dictionary, "Covenant")

In the parable, Fred was offered a “covenant” by the store manager. Just as we are free to accept or decline the offered covenants, Fred was at liberty to accept or deny the job. The store manager set the rules and terms, which were non-negotiable. God has laid for his plan for us, which we agreed to before the world began. We literally “shouted for joy” (Job 38:7) when we heard it. This included the covenants we would have to enter into in this life. The terms of which were set by God himself. Just as Fred would have to agree to the store manager’s terms to receive the added blessings of being an actual employee, we must agree to God’s terms if we want to have all of the blessings of eternal life.

One of the first questions I often hear from youth is “but aren’t you still blessed for being a good person?” The easy answer is “yes!” Fred still got blessings for all of his hard work. The truth is that the same way the rewards for simple hard work pale in comparison to the rewards of being a contracted employee, the rewards of being a good person are nothing compared to those of a covenanted saint being a good person. One way in which the story fails is that there are not limited spaces in God’s kingdom. There is room for everyone. God wants to redeem “all mankind, even as many as will.” (Moses 5:9)

The evidence of how important it is for everyone to “sign the contract” or make the covenant is in the scriptures.  Jesus was baptized (2 Nephi 31:5). It was not even enough to be the perfect man without covenants. “And again, it showeth unto the children of men the straitness of the path, and the narrowness of the gate, by which they should enter” (2 Nephi 31:9). There is one pathway back to Heavenly Father and everyone must enter in through that gate.

Covenants must also be administered by those with the correct authority. Could just anyone off the street have offered Fred a job at the store? No. If a random customer walked up to Fred and said “You know Fred, you really should be working here. Guess what, I happen to have this contract with me. It says you can do what you want, but as long as you bring out at least three bags of groceries a week the store will pay you a salary of $1000 a week. What do you say?” Would that contract have any power? Fred could sign the contract, the customer could sign the contract showing they offered it to Fred. The company that owns the store still is never going to pay Fred that salary. When Fred brings that contract to the store manager at the end of the week demanding his salary, the manager, owner, and anyone else who looks at it will simply laugh at him and say that the store never offered that to him. The same is true of our covenants. Someone can claim to offer all of the covenants with God they want. They can call out whatever terms they deem necessary. If that person does not have the Priesthood, the authority to act in “[God’s] name for the salvation of His children” (True to the Faith, "Priesthood"), then their covenants have as much sway with God as the customer’s contract does with the store owner. 

Like most parables, there is still more to see in this story. Imperfect people make covenants and interestingly enough, they are still imperfect after they make the covenant. “[An] element of God’s grace is the opening of the windows of heaven, through which God pours out blessings of power and strength, enabling us to achieve things that otherwise would be far beyond our reach. It is by God’s amazing grace that His children can overcome the undercurrents and quicksands of the deceiver, rise above sin, and ‘be perfect[ed] in Christ.’” (President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, "The Gift of Grace." General Conference April 2015) We become perfected through our covenants. Think about the very first time you were made responsible for something. This could be a chore you were expected to do daily, an animal you were to take care of, or even school work you were to accomplish on a regular basis. How did you fair completing that task? If you were like me as a child, you needed a lot of support and often fell short of what was initially asked of you to do. However, I learned a lot from the experience. I love animals. Growing up I was often incharge of taking care of the animals around the house. At first, I was an extremely poor caretaker. I would forget to fill up water bowls on hot days and neglect messy tasks. I was taught by both failures and patient parents to be better. I still spent many nights out in the dark completing tasks I had procrastinated as a youth, but all of the animals always had what they needed to be happy. I learned more from my experiences because I had actually made a covenant and promise to take care of the animals. It wasn’t “here are some animals, it would be great if you helped take care of them sometimes.” I had agreed to be the one incharge of them. The other part was my desire to become better at fulfilling that responsibility and when I was willing to learn how to do better. We are God’s children. He expects us to use our covenants to learn to be better, not as sticks to beat ourselves with for our imperfections. Jesus said very clearly “Behold, mine arm of mercy is extended towards you, and whosoever will come, him will I receive; and blessed are those who come unto me.” (3 Nephi 9:14). Think of our parable. When accepting a job and signing the contract, everyone knows that mistakes will be made sometimes. You will arrive late to work at least once. In a store, someone is going to drop a jar and break it while stocking shelves. The amazing thing about the Atonement is that all God ever asks is that we are willing to show up at work the next day and try again. Even if we come to work over an hour late, knock over an entire shelf, are mean to customers, and give the wrong change, if we want to get better, He is there for us. “...surely the thing God enjoys most about being God is the thrill of being merciful, especially to those who don’t expect it and often feel they don’t deserve it.” (Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, "The Laborers in the Vineyard." General Conference April 2012) The restored gospel gives us the opportunity to start our contract with God over every single week. “We need the opportunity to renew our covenants each week as we partake of the sacrament. Latter-day prophets and apostles have taught that when we worthily partake of the sacrament, we can renew not only our baptismal covenant but ‘all covenants entered into with the Lord.’” (Sister Carole M. Stephens, "Do We Know What We Have?" General Conference October 2013). Have you stopped to think about the “renew”? We make our covenants new again. In my career as a high school teacher, every year I sign a new contract with my school. I was not perfect the year before and I will not be perfect the next year, but it was determined that I did well enough to start my job again the next school year. When we take the sacrament, we are saying that we were not perfect when we started this journey, and we are not perfect now, but we would like to keep trying to be as we were always intended to be, like Jesus. We are asking for His help and guidance along that path, because we know we cannot do it alone and we need His enabling power to get there. Sister Cheryl A. Esplin relates the following:

The sacrament provides a time for a truly spiritual experience as we reflect upon the Savior’s redeeming and enabling power through His Atonement. A Young Women leader recently learned about the strength we receive as we strive to thoughtfully partake of the sacrament. Working to complete a requirement in Personal Progress, she set a goal to focus on the words in the sacrament hymns and prayers.

Each week, she conducted a self-evaluation during the sacrament. She recalled mistakes she had made, and she committed to be better the next week. She was grateful to be able to make things right and be made clean. Looking back on the experience, she said, “I was acting on the repentance part of the Atonement.”

One Sunday after her self-evaluation, she began to feel gloomy and pessimistic. She could see that she was making the same errors over and over again, week to week. But then she had a distinct impression that she was neglecting a big part of the Atonement—Christ’s enabling power. She was forgetting all the times the Savior helped her be who she needed to be and serve beyond her own capacity.

With this in mind, she reflected again on the previous week. She said: “A feeling of joy broke through my melancholy as I noted that He had given me many opportunities and abilities. I noted with gratitude the ability I had to recognize my child’s need when it wasn’t obvious. I noted that on a day when I felt I could not pack in one more thing to do, I was able to offer strengthening words to a friend. I had shown patience in a circumstance that usually elicited the opposite from me.”

She concluded: “As I thanked God for the Savior’s enabling power in my life, I felt so much more optimistic toward the repentance process I was working through and I looked to the next week with renewed hope.” (Sister Cheryl A. Esplin, "The Sacrament - a Renewal for the Soul." General Conference, October 2014)

Covenants are here to build and strengthen us along our path back home to our Heavenly Father. They were always intended to make us stronger, no matter where we start along our path towards heaven. 

It is one thing to go around a parking lot helping people with their groceries and it is another thing to commit to working for the store. In much the same way, it is one thing to be a good person and another to make a binding covenant with God to do your best to stay on the pathway towards perfection. The pathway to heaven comes with many promised blessings, including the enabling power of grace that will see you through any barrier along the way home to heaven.

Gratitude

(The picture's a little fuzzy, but this is when Eli jumped in with the Giant stuffed bears at Costco)

So, I've been thinking a lot about gratitude lately, and last week at church Eli taught me a big lesson on it. I have a really big church bag that I pack up with things that I need for my primary class, and for Eli during church. Before church, I knew this week they were starting choir again, so I packed extra snacks so Eli would for sure have something after church to snack on while we were in choir. I also was actually getting ready on time, so not in a rush, and had time to give Eli a gallon sized ziploc bag and tell him that he could fill it with whatever toys he wanted to take to church (obviously excluding the noise makers). Eli filled his bag with Duplos this time, and I even remembered water bottles. Anyway, Eli started getting out all of his stuff during church, and would you believe the gallon bag of cars he'd packed up the week before was still in the bag too, so he had two bags of toys, along with any snack he could want and lots to drink. Yet, still, I suddenly had an upset Eli, because the exact car that he wanted wasn't with us. I looked down at all of the things Eli had, and I even remembered distinctly telling him he could put whatever he wanted in his bag, which would have included the car he was missing, and all I could think was look at all you have my child, why are you not grateful for all of these things? 

I then thought of how God must see me sometimes. "Jenna, I've given you so much, and I even gave you choices on a lot of these things, and you still aren't happy?" Don't get me wrong there are sad things, in life, but I think sometimes it's easy for us to be like Eli and focus on the one missing car, instead of the other multitude of toys that could make us just as happy.

I've been thinking a lot about a talk President Uchtdorf gave on being grateful in our circumstances. He talked about 'not waiting for the rainbow to be grateful that there is rain,' and constant gratitude as an act of faith. Faith that God has a plan and that His plan is the best one for us, even if we can't see it all right now.

Pondering on what I saw on Sunday has really helped me out with that. You know I end up sharing more things on this blog than I intended to share online, but I know it has helped me with one area where I have trouble remembering gratitude. You see, growing up I never really knew how many children I wanted to have, but I knew I wanted to have a fairly good-sized family. Cancer altered that plan. Family circumstances have constantly thwarted plans for adoption to this point in our lives. Some times though, I hate to admit it, the desire for that missing car or in my case missing children, makes me forget how incredibly grateful I am for my little miracle, Elijah. I get so caught up in wondering why, wondering if I just wasn't good enough to hold anymore of the Kingdom of God in my home to remember that I have a husband who loves me, and a family, and little nephews, awesome friends, even my little primary kids.

It makes me think about a talk on Gratitude that President Thomas S. Monson gave. One of the stories was when Jesus fed more than 4,000 people. When He asked the disciples what they had to share they said they had 7 loaves and a few little fishes, and the miracle was that Jesus gave thanks and then there was enough for everyone. The point that President Monson makes is that the disciples were only looking at what was lacking. They could only see the deficiency. They had limited their vision and their faith, so that the idea of the miracle even being a possibility, the thought that God had a greater plan could not enter their minds.

How easy is it for us to see what lacks and to not see the full picture. I remember one time wondering why when I looked in the mirror when I was sick I actually felt like I looked more attractive then when I was well, and one day I figured it out. See, when I was sick, I was looking at the whole picture, my whole face and body to see if there were any extraordinary signs of illness. When I was well my eyes would immediately go to my "trouble" spots or the areas where I expected to see flaws, and I would fixate on those. I share this because I don't think I'm alone in how I use the mirror. I think we do that with all sorts of aspects of our lives. We compare, we lust, we forget what great things the Lord has already done in our lives.

I mean seriously, now that I am a parent and I see how much work goes into just keeping a toddler from killing itself, let alone having a happy toddler, every person above the age of 10 should be grateful to be alive, but children don't see that. I never saw it as a child. You feel entitled to those things, and in many ways you are, but still someone had to work hard to keep you from serious harm.

I guess I think that about Eli. He's so used to Mom can fix it that it's unfathomable for the moment that somehow I cannot just get the one car that was missing from the set of toys, just like to us it sometimes makes no sense why some of the things God has in or out of our plan are that way. We cannot see the big picture.

I am really understanding though how gratitude can help us get through those times, because though Eli was seriously sad to be missing the one toy he decided he needed at that moment, I could clearly see how if he could just be grateful and enjoy all that he had been given then, that he would be reunited with his missing toy once we got home. He saw it as forever, but I knew it would not be long before he would have other things to distract him, then he would have what he had wanted and what I had been planning on letting him have. God has told us that our trials will one day seem like a small moment. It may seem like forever now, but we can endure it well, and learn to enjoy the toys and snacks that surround us, until that car we are waiting for comes.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

This is Eli with one of his most favorite snacks, the saltine cracker :-) (This is thanks to watching Wallace and Gromitt a Grand Day Out)

The other day we were going for a car ride and since I know Eli seems to get hungry as soon as we start driving, I grabbed some snacks for him. We were in a hurry, so I just put a whole sleeve of saltine crackers in the snack area for him, instead of putting some in a ziploc bag. We got to driving down the road and suddenly I hear this wail of despair from the back seat! "Oh no! I will NEVER be able to get my crackers!!!" Eli cried out as only a child who is sure the world has ended can cry out.

I turned around and said, "Eli, why don't you just ask Mommy to help you open the crackers?"

He got that "oh right, I guess that could work" face, then after reminding a please, he handed me the crackers, and I opened them, then handed them back, and all was again well with the world.

This experience got me thinking about a few things. First, it reminded me of a passage from the Bible Dictionary about Prayer:

"As soon as we learn the true relationship in which we stand toward God (namely, God is our Father, and we are His children), then at once prayer becomes natural and instinctive on our part (Matt. 7:7–11). Many of the so-called difficulties about prayer arise from forgetting this relationship. Prayer is the act by which the will of the Father and the will of the child are brought into correspondence with each other. The object of prayer is not to change the will of God but to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that God is already willing to grant but that are made conditional on our asking for them. Blessings require some work or effort on our part before we can obtain them. Prayer is a form of work and is an appointed means for obtaining the highest of all blessings."

I also thought of the many times in the scriptures we are told to knock and seek and we shall receive. Here is an example:

" 9 And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

 10 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

 11 If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?

 12 Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

 13 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?" (Luke 11:9-13)

 I thought about that, and how, I knew when I put the crackers in the car that Eli would need help opening them. I had planned on Eli eating those crackers. I just wanted to wait to open them until he was ready to eat them.

I thought about Heavenly Father, how often is He just waiting for us to ask before He gives us experiences we need. And if I might be so bold as to change the scripture a little, if I being imperfect, am ready and willing to open the crackers I have prepared for my son when he asks, how much more is God being Perfect ready and willing to send us the Holy Ghost that He has prepared for us when we need it.

It is easy to forget how important timing is. In the case of the crackers, I didn't want the crackers to be spilled, or if Eli wanted to eat something else, then I didn't want to have the cracker sleeve open before it had to be and risk the crackers just getting stale. I was only going to open them if Eli was ready for them and desired them at that moment in time.

We also have to remember that God wants us to be agents unto ourselves. He gave us this great gift of agency and He is not about to just take it away, because He loves us. He knows when we need to walk in the dark and when the answer needs to come right away. He knows when we need a chance to think about our problems and work on a solution. It reminds me of CS Lewis the Screwtape Letters (You can download a free copy here) in letter VIII, when they talk about how there are naturally times in life when light seems to ebb and flow, that we need those times when it ebbs and when we in essence have to live only off of our faith, because that's a time where we can show what we really choose to do. I remember so many times not knowing the answer until after I'd made a decision and acted on it, then later either got an overwhelming feeling of "nice work, you did the right thing!" or "Great try, I'm glad you worked so hard, but really you should go back and choose door #2."

Okay, so here I'm going to share what happened to me today. This is going to be a little difficult, because I usually only share past experiences that I've had time to think about, but here goes my current life. For a while I've been working on feeling truly happy. I changed jobs, which has helped drastically, and I've been working on my attitude towards life and things. Last night, I was listening to a talk before I went to bed, it was President Uctdorf from the last General Conference, and the talk is titled "Grateful in Any Circumstances" I said a prayer that I would be able to understand how to be more grateful even during trials, like the talk says. Okay, this stories going to take some back story to understand. First, if I haven't mentioned I'm a cancer survivor, and I've had a cold this week. I know that doesn't seems like much of a connection, but when I was first diagnosed with cancer we all thought that I was just coughing because I had caught a cold, like my family had, but really it was the cancer closing in on my lungs. This cold has been one of those too that mostly just messes with my head and makes me feel groggy all the time, which doesn't help that reminds me of my good days on Chemo. This morning when my son, who gets worried when I have a bloody nose, asked me if I was going to die, I held it together, but almost had a nervous breakdown. On the inside I was so scared. But in that moment of insane terror, I realized if I was only going to live for one more day, then what was really important. And I was so grateful for my family. I had some other special experiences today with other family members that just make me so grateful no matter what is going on.

Just for any of you who are worried, I really do just have a cold. I had my husband give me a priesthood blessing, I am totally fine. But, I was able to see again today how much God loves me. Because I knew what I had prayed for in learning to be grateful in any circumstances I've been able to see my existence more as a whole as an eternal personage again. I know God has a plan for me and that I'm on the path and I need not be afraid no matter what happens. God loves me and my family, and everything is going to be alright in the very end, come what may. We are given the experiences we need personally.

Why do I share that with this post? Just like opening the crackers before Eli was ready would probably have just lead to a big crumby mess in the back seat of the car. If God had sent me the harrowing experience that was reliving cancer for a day that was today when I had not been praying for being grateful in any circumstances, then I would probably be a big crumby mess right now as well. He knows when we are ready, and He knows what we need, and He's got His arms outstretched ready to give us more, as soon as we are ready to ask for it.

Heavenly Father Wants to Forgive Us

(I bought this bucket to put Spelt Flour in, Eli first decided to carry around random household items, including my dirty crocs in it. I'd just cleaned it out again, and turned around to find this)

I watched this video and I was very inspired. (Note click on "this video" to watch it) There is a man in the video talking about his path in life and how he couldn't believe that God would still be there for him. I couldn't help but think of my little Eli. When he does something wrong, I honestly, with all my heart want to forgive him. I don't like throwing him in time out, I hate taking away his toys, I wish I could just always buy him candy. If I had it my way, then we would just always get along perfectly, and I would never have to wield the hammer of justice, unless I was pretending to be Thor while we were playing.

Eli could burn or break my most treasured possession, and I would still want to forgive him, because nothing is more precious than him. No matter what he says and does, no matter how hard a time we have, he's still my little angel, and I always want him.

When I think of how we discipline and how God in turn works with us, I often think of the scripture that talks about "Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;" (Doctrine and Covenants 121:43)

Heavenly Father loves us enough to let us feel the consequences of our actions, at least enough to learn. I say that, but I know it ends up being like with Eli. He spills a whole box of crackers and I tell him he has to pick it up, and I of course help him. He picks up enough to learn his lesson about being careful or not throwing the box when he's mad, or whatever happened, but I offer whatever mercy I can, just because I love him.

God does that with us too. There are so many times that I have really gotten in over my head or that I have done things that I can never undo. He lets me feel enough to learn my lesson and I do whatever I can to correct the situation, but God is always there. I feel like I've done and hurt so much, when really I probably barely got 5 crackers to his 100 in the box to clean up the mess that was really all my fault to begin with.

But, just as I would NEVER turn away from Eli and just say, yeah you've just messed up too much this time, God will NEVER turn away from us. If you think about it, in the grand scheme of things, even the worst things we do, probably God looks at them much the same way I look at some of the worst things little Eli does. Yeah this is a mess, and we're going to have to work together to clean up the spilled paint and find a way to make this look right again, but we'll make it right and I'll be there to help. God doesn't care where we are or how far we've strayed from the path, He just wants you to know He's always going to be there to help you. He's forever patient, He doesn't care how many times you do the same dumb things. He just wants you back with Him, no matter how long or hard the road, and He's going to be there with you every step of the way.

My Ways Are Not Your Ways and My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts

8 ¶For my ^athoughts are not ^byour thoughts, neither are your ^cways my ^dways, saith the Lord.

 9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ^aways ^bhigher than your ways, and my ^cthoughts than your thoughts.

(Isaiah 55:8-9)

The picture above is of Eli helping us put together the new cube shelf for his room. He was pretty sure that screwing in the screws was a three tool job, hammer it a little, brush it off with the cleaning brush, then use the screwdriver, until he felt he needed to go back to one of the other two tools to help it along a little. Turns out though, he's actually really good with a screwdriver. But, what really got me thinking about the scripture above first wasn't when Eli had a different view on how to use tools, it was the other night when I was putting him to sleep. I had sung to Eli and then told him I was going downstairs and that I would check on him in a little while. I got caught up with some housework and watching a show with Josh, so I didn't get back up there for a little while to check on him, hoping he would have put himself to sleep. When I did get back up there, he started asking me if I ever go to work in another building (I work from home) and if I get lost, in the end it turns out in poor little Eli's mind Mommy could only have taken so long to get back because she had to go to work, and it must have been somewhere outside of home where she got lost, and so here the poor boy was worried the whole time that his Mother just didn't know how to get back to him. I obviously reassured him that I had been downstairs the whole time, and he could have come out to find me anytime if he needed me.

It got me thinking about that verse above. Sometimes life isn't working out how we thought it would or things just aren't as planned. When we try to explain it ourselves, I feel like our answers are often about as close as Eli's was for why I hadn't come back up. For one thing, we start assuming the worst, we start thinking maybe somehow we are lost or forgotten, when He has already told us "Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me." (Isaiah 49:16) and "Are not two ^asparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very ^ahairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more ^avalue than many ^bsparrows." (Matthew 10:29-31)

I know I often just don't see the bigger picture very well. I really like how Elder Bednar put it in his talk about tithing when he said: 

Often as we teach and testify about the law of tithing, we emphasize the immediate, dramatic, and readily recognizable temporal blessings that we receive. And surely such blessings do occur. Yet some of the diverse blessings we obtain as we are obedient to this commandment are significant but subtle. Such blessings can be discerned only if we are both spiritually attentive and observant (see 1 Corinthians 2:14).

The imagery of the “windows” of heaven used by Malachi is most instructive. Windows allow natural light to enter into a building. In like manner, spiritual illumination and perspective are poured out through the windows of heaven and into our lives as we honor the law of tithing.

For example, a subtle but significant blessing we receive is the spiritual gift of gratitude that enables our appreciation for what we have to constrain desires for what we want. A grateful person is rich in contentment. An ungrateful person suffers in the poverty of endless discontentment (see Luke 12:15).

We may need and pray for help to find suitable employment. Eyes and ears of faith (see Ether 12:19) are needed, however, to recognize the spiritual gift of enhanced discernment that can empower us to identify job opportunities that many other people might overlook—or the blessing of greater personal determination to search harder and longer for a position than other people may be able or willing to do. We might want and expect a job offer, but the blessing that comes to us through heavenly windows may be greater capacity to act and change our own circumstances rather than expecting our circumstances to be changed by someone or something else.

We may appropriately desire and work to receive a pay raise in our employment to better provide the necessities of life. Eyes and ears of faith are required, however, to notice in us an increased spiritual and temporal capacity (see Luke 2:52) to do more with less, a keener ability to prioritize and simplify, and an enhanced ability to take proper care of the material possessions we already have acquired. We might want and expect a larger paycheck, but the blessing that comes to us through heavenly windows may be greater capacity to change our own circumstances rather than expecting our circumstances to be changed by someone or something else.

The stripling warriors in the Book of Mormon (see Alma 53; 56–58) prayed earnestly that God would strengthen and deliver them out of the hands of their enemies. Interestingly, the answers to these prayers did not produce additional weapons or an increased number of troops. Instead, God granted these faithful warriors assurance that He would deliver them, peace to their souls, and great faith and hope for their deliverance in Him (see Alma 58:11). Thus, the sons of Helaman did take courage, were fixed with a determination to conquer, and did go forth with all of their might against the Lamanites (see Alma 58:12–13). Assurance, peace, faith, and hope initially might not seem like the blessings warriors in battle might want, but they were precisely the blessings these valiant young men needed to press forward and prevail physically and spiritually.

Sometimes we may ask God for success, and He gives us physical and mental stamina. We might plead for prosperity, and we receive enlarged perspective and increased patience, or we petition for growth and are blessed with the gift of grace. He may bestow upon us conviction and confidence as we strive to achieve worthy goals. And when we plead for relief from physical, mental, and spiritual difficulties, He may increase our resolve and resilience.

I promise that as you and I observe and keep the law of tithing, indeed the windows of heaven will be opened and spiritual and temporal blessings will be poured out such that there shall not be room enough to receive them (see Malachi 3:10). We also will remember the Lord’s declaration:

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts” (Isaiah 55:8–9).

I testify that as we are spiritually attentive and observant, we will be blessed with eyes that see more clearly, ears that hear more consistently, and hearts that understand more fully the significance and subtlety of His ways, His thoughts, and His blessings in our lives.

(The Windows of Heaven, October 2013 General Conference, Elder David A. Bednar) 

That's a bigger section than I normally copy, but I liked all of his examples. I think it can be hard to honestly stop and pray to see the blessings in our lives when we feel so disappointed by not getting what we thought should happen. It is difficult to overcome those feelings, but I know that if you pray to ask to see the Lord's hand, then try to stay close to the Spirit He shows you. I feel like it's okay to tell you this story, so I'm going to share it, all of my life I had planned on serving a Church Service Mission. At the time, girls who wanted to serve missions could do so starting at the age of 21. Almost exactly 6 months before I turned 21, I was diagnosed with cancer. I have never smoked, drunk alcohol, I walked to and from school up tons of stairs, so it's not like I was completely out of shape. It's just one of those things that happened. On my 21st birthday instead of turning in my mission papers I was tatooed for so that I would be able to start the radiation treatment that was the follow up for the chemo I had been going through the months prior. I remember just before that there was an adult session of a stake conference where someone spoke about the need for missionaries and he talked about how those who were able should just get up and go, and I nearly broke completely at how sad I was that it wasn't in my plan now. But, as I prayed, I remembered feelings of the Spirit asking me if I would really be willing to serve wherever the Lord called me, even if it was a really hard mission. And yes I would. During my time going through treatment, I was able to serve in the Relief Society Presidency for my Young Single Adult group. Even on days when I should not have had energy to complete my assignments, I was blessed to be able to do it. I was blessed to have good people around me to support me. The Lord called me on a mission. I was able to help the missionaries in our area, and work with the young adults. I was on the mission The Lord called me to, even if I didn't send in any papers or get a letter back, it didn't matter because the point of a mission is to serve where the Lord would have you to serve.

Even in less dramatic ways, sometimes even as a trial hits, I have been able to be blessed to see how I was prepared for it. Recently, as I am want to do, I locked my keys in the car, really they were Josh's keys, and the other set we are guessing are in the coat pocket of the coat that I left at the church building last Sunday, so these were the only car keys right now. So, I called and rejoined AAA, because doing that and sameday service request is about the same as paying a locksmith and this way I can lock my keys in the car 4 more times this year for free, and as I was about to lament the cost, the Spirit reminded me of  the last weekend. We were a few hours late getting our form in to apply for a child care subsitiy through the school, and had almost decided we just had to call it a loss, but we called and the nice person there said they would still accept it. They thought it might take longer to process, but almost right away we got accepted, and the amount we had been rewarded was just almost just as much as I had to pay to get the keys out. And I just felt the Spirit say, "See Jenna, I know your weaknesses, and that you are trying. I'm here to help make up the difference." I may not always understand how or why things are the way they are, but it is comforting to know that God does. And it is awing and wonderful to know that with all He is and all He can do He has said: "this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man." (Moses 1:39)

I'm learning to trust Him more. Just like all I really wanted was for Eli to learn the valuable skill of putting himself to sleep, sometimes He's just trying to help me out and wants me to keep trying, knowing He's there to support me and help me when I need.

It's Okay If You Can't Climb to the Top of the Jungle Gym Today

(These Pictures are from September 2012)

I've been meaning to post about this since about this day, but I learned an important lesson about forgiving myself after going to the park with some other mom's and their kids for play time at the park this day.

Here's what happened: We were playing around at the park and near the end Eli got my hand and we climbed the big jungle gym together with the other children. The platforms are made out of metal with a grid of holes so that you can look down and see how high you are, and Eli was getting pretty scared as we climbed. I don't have a picture but there is a little ladder to the very very top where there is a little circle tower with toy things on the walls I think, anyway, we were just to the bottom of that ladder and the other kids were climbing up and having fun at the very top, and Eli wanted to go but he was just so scared. In the end, I held him up and I helped him climb up there (he chose to do it). I was so proud of him for trying. As soon as we got to the top of the ladder though, that was it, Eli clung to the ground and cried and just wanted down, so I carried him back down the ladder.

On this post you get to learn too much about me to find out the lesson, so here is a secret or two, so that you will understand my point. For that past few years I've been feeling really guilty about something that I didn't do in high school. A boy that I knew, committed suicide a few years ago. It had to do with a lot of issues, his life took a walk down a dark path. I've felt badly partly because I have often wondered if I couldn't have helped him more back when we were in high school. He was a year younger than me, but he transferred into one of my elective classes (yes I am being pointedly vague :-)). I didn't really know him well, but I knew him well enough that I should have said hi and pulled him in under my wing and introduced him to my friends, but I didn't. I wonder if it could have changed his life somehow, but that is something that I cannot go back and change. Around the time we went to the park in the story above I was praying a lot about how to repent and be able to forgive myself. 

The thought came one night, were you upset with Eli for not being able to climb that jungle gym? answer: no. Is he somehow going to be something less for the rest his existence even if he never goes back to that same park again and climbs to the top of that exact jungle gym? no. Then the thoughts came, the important thing is that Eli will learn and grow and eventually, he will understand enough to know that the playground structure is going to hold him fine and that he's safe, once he's more free of those fears, then he will learn how much fun it is to climb up there and he will become stronger and less afraid of life. Eventually he will find a jungle gym and climb it and over all he will have learned to climb them, even if he never gets back to that same one. And I could feel Heavenly Father telling me, you my daughter are the same. When I was in high school, I lived mostly on the "fake it, 'till you make it" confidence. I put up a really good front, and I did have lots of friends, but inwardly I was really very shy when it came to speaking to just one person and I wasn't always sure how to approach people. I basically always arrived to school late pretty much because I didn't want that awkwardness I felt when it came to trying to figure out which group to join to talk to and how to do it. Looking back at myself this was ridiculous because they were my friends, but it was still my fear. It was more than I could do with my limitations at that time to bring that boy in the way I would be able to now that I have learned and grown and become stronger and less afraid. God and I'm sure that boy, will not hold that against me any more than I would ever look down at Eli for not climbing to the top of the play structure that one particular day.

In our lives, we often regret or suffer feelings guilt for things that we just need to remind ourselves were meant to be hard. And just because we couldn't climb to the top that day it is okay, because we will learn and get stronger and see more playgrounds and have more chances to look at it and learn and figure out how to get to the top without fear. We are meant to be faced with tasks that we are going to have to learn to do through first making mistakes.

"27 And if men come unto me I will show unto them their ^aweakness. I ^bgive unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my ^cgrace is sufficient for all men that ^dhumble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make ^eweak things become strong unto them.

 28 Behold, I will show unto the Gentiles their weakness, and I will show unto them that ^afaith, hope and charity bringeth unto me—the fountain of all ^brighteousness. (Ether 12:27-28)"

I think this is how Heavenly Father sees us, children who are still learning to trust Him when He says. Don't worry, I'm with you, you will be alright, just follow my guidance it just looks scary because you can see through the holes on these metal platforms and look down at how high you are, but it's safe, I'll hold your hand and this won't fall, I'm sure of it. Just trust in your Heavenly Father, who knows the end from the beginning and who knows who you are and what you can become. I'm not upset with you for not being able to climb this time, let's walk through this and work on it together, we'll conquer this fear and weakness hand in hand so that you will find freedom and joy in the knowledge of how things truly are and how the world around us works.

Let The Lord Support You How You Need to Be Supported

(So, this picture is about a year old, but this is Eli and his Cousin Kip on a playground in Clarkston, Washington)

So, the other day Eli and I went to the park for a picnic/play date, which was a lot of fun, and I learned something important while helping Eli on the playground equipment. Eli's a little afraid of things that he hasn't tried much before, and periodically afraid of high places. The other kids were climbing this ladder up to a really high place on the playground and he wanted to go too, but he was scared, so he wanted me to help him, but what he wanted me to do was hold his hand. As those of you who know anything about climbing a ladder know, it is best to use both of your hands when climbing a ladder. It in fact makes it more difficult to climb a ladder if someone is trying to hold your hand while you do it. I tried to show Eli that I could hold his sides to help him up, but he just didn't feel supported unless I was actually holding his hand. Luckily, the ladder wasn't long, so I could climb by him holding his hand in this case :-), but I learned something from this experience.

Sometimes we really have in our head what we think would be the most helpful thing for God to do. I know I think sometimes, just tell me which way to go or if I just didn't have such and such an issue this would work out a lot better, so can you take it away or make it better please? But often I end up in that case being like Eli was that day, insisting that Heavenly Father hold my hand while I try and climb a ladder. Heavenly Father is looking at me and trying to tell me that in fact what I'm asking for will make climbing my ladder more difficult, and it will not teach me proper climbing mechanics, so that when I am faced with a ladder in the future I will still not know how to climb it, yet I sit stubbornly with my hand outstretched, refusing to understand why He doesn't just grab on and help me climb. It reminds me some of that footprints poem that the person could only see one set of footprints in the sand when the Lord was carrying him. Often, I have trouble seeing how the Lord is supporting me all along until after the fact, or I am often surprised how God's help does come, sometimes in ways or messages that I didn't expect. And though I know I struggle with patience, when I am patient and my mind is calm I am receptive to answers around me that I could not have noticed with my hand thrust out only concentrating on that mode of help. Especially, in the case when it's a puzzle. I don't know if I'm the only one who gets answers like this, but sometimes when I finally calm down about whatever crisis I am facing, the Holy Spirit brings to my mind snip its of conversations or little bits of inspiration, that once I add it all up is the answer I have been praying for. And it's as though a little voice whispers, see Jenna, I was helping you all along, now do you see why this is the answer or why your way was not the best? or yeah see you were right it's all okay.

I think we forget that God has a lot of ways to help and support us. Sometimes holding hands on the playground is the best way, like when walking across a shaky-bridge other times you just need someone at the bottom of the slide to catch you. Just like I have spent much more time on playgrounds that little Eli has, so I know how better often how to help him across different equipment, God being all knowing knows best how I need to be helped across my obstacles and through my trials.

All of the talking of hands makes me think of Isaiah 49:16 "Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me."

 

God loves us, and He will help us through the playground obstacles of life.