Miracles

There have been so many miracle lately that I am so thankful for. It seems as though our cups are running over with blessings! I feel so grateful that Rusty is seeing business stepping up, Kjirsten is working full time along with teaching more Cello students, Brigitte finds great joy in motherhood, Woodrow found an internship, and Natalie is still in the running for one. Preston has good friends and is on his way to a career already, and Mikyla is blessed with good friends and great understanding. These are all prayers that have been fervently spoken, and are truly miracles. But miracles aren't just happening for our family, they are happening all over the world and in our extended family. I am thanking our Heavenly Father daily, and recognizing the goodness of the gospel, and of temple blessings.

My prayers have been ones of gratitude. It almost seems silly to ask for more....I am grateful for God, Christ, the Gospel, and families of which some are gone, and some present.

It's not that usual when everything is beautiful, It's just another ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when its time to snow, You don't need to teach a seed to grow

It's just another ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift they say, Wrapped up for you everyday,

Open up and find a way, To give some of your own

Isn't it remarkable?

Like every time a raindrop falls, It's just another ordinary miracle today.

Birds in winter have their fling, And always make it home by spring.

It's just another ordinary miracle today.

When you wake up everyday, Please don't throw your dreams away,

Hold them close to your heart Cause we are all a part

Of the ordinary miracle,

Ordinary miracle,

Do you want to see a miracle?

It seems so exceptional

That things just work out after all It's just another ordinary miracle today

The sun comes up and shines so bright,

It disappears again at night

It's just another ordinary miracle today

Ooohh Oooohh

It's just another ordinary miracle today

Last evening, as I sat down to prepare for a Math test, the very pretty and young girl who sits next to me smiled and gently touched my hand. Now, we share a few classes together, so it didn't surprise me, to have her do that, but her question, "Do they hurt?' absolutely floored me!

I looked at my hands, and I didn't see any arthritic bulges, and my age spots aren't that noticeable, or so I thought. They felt perfectly fine to me! And then I realized that they probably did look chapped and dry, older, and definitely not as smooth and fine as hers!

Well, after some thought, I still like my hands. They have cradled and cared for 6 of the most amazing children! They still get to hug 6 wonderful adults plus some spouses and grandchildren. They are also the means by which I get to hold hands with Howard.

These hands have worked well over the years...they have made quilts, clothing, countless meals, refinished furniture, gardened, and hopefully given comfort to those in need.

Mostly, while thinking about hands, I wonder about Christ's hands. I bet they are welcoming, warm, compassionate, and truly understanding.

Maslow and Me

Maslow is on my mind. He has a great human needs concept that I have heard about since high school. Unconsciously, I have been aware through the years that there are certain steps a person should take throughout life in order to be come self-actualized.

Last year, my mother and I had a wonderful talk about life in general, and she spoke of something that she had learned as a child: Responsibility and self-actualization. Mom said she never had a problem with making her own path through life regardless of others opinions because she absolutely knew who she was, and accepted full responsibility for her choices and actions. As she spoke, she wrote down on a piece of paper her two 'secrets' of life. They were hung up as a reminder in a personal area to view each day. Consciously through out this year I have worked to be 'self-actualized' and responsible for my decisions.

It wasn't until two weeks ago while writing a term paper about Hospice Care (which will be my nursing speciality), that a full understanding came as to how important it is to be self actualized. I wrote of my father's death and how amazing it was to watch him reconcile with leaving so many dear people, beloved places, and belongings one by one. He went graciously and with dignity. He seemed to realize that he was keeping that which was most important; the gospel and his family. He had self-actualized! He had completed all of Maslow's steps, had done what was necessary in life, had taught well, and loved well.

One night, during a father-daughter moment, Dad said that he had told me many times of his love and acceptance, but until that knowledge internalized, he did not know of any other way to further express his feelings. What he was asking me to do was to self-actualize.

The funny thing about this all is that Dad never did have a great love for psychiatrists. He loved the Gospel of Christ, and in that, all the answers were there. His message was clear: reconcile yourself with Christ, live his commandments, be obedient, and things would work out.

So, we learn so differently from each other, and how we learn takes us down such individual paths. I am grateful for time, and second chances.

Spring Cleaning

In my Growth and Development Class, Maslow, Erickson,Kohlberg and Freud have been studied pretty heavily. They have some pretty amazing ideas, some good and other's pretty confusing. As I was thinking about some of those ideas the other day, my thoughts took a unique turn. There have been experiences that have stayed years too long, un-appreciated people that still lurk around the corner, and thoughts that have grown more fragrant than necessary! It was time to spring clean! One by one, all of these were gathered up, and as they were thrown into my garbage can, they were forgiven, but firmly told that they were no longer welcome. It was time for them to go. They had taken such liberties! They were outrageously domineering! I had to keep dusting them off like grandma's precious knick-knacks on the shelf...unwanted, but certainly antique and of worth!

The garbage man did a good job of taking them to the dump, or it is a long ways a way!