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Monday, January 19, 2026

Keep or Toss?

Preparing to spend 23 months as missionaries focused on the example of Jesus Christ's service to humanity is daunting. 

We are sorta sorting - our routines, habits, and possessions. 

Stuff can be managed incrementally in categories as, each day or two, mail is disposed of or filed, and every month or so used things such as magazines discarded, while yearly planning goals calender when and what to clean, change or renew. But longer storage baffles us somewhat. We see through a different lens. Thank goodness for laws and common sense dictating some details, but ...?

Old medical and tax records, photographs, books, games, videos, memrobilia, files, decor, tools, and even clothing demand scrutiny and decisions. What can go digital? Do I really need to keep my wedding dress - yes!  What about the dried roses from loving bouquets? No! 

Do you craft and want some? 

How long should how much of what be stored? Why? Where? How will factors of privacy, possible insects or vermin, temperatures and humidity be controlled? 

We love our home and routines to reflect the joy of changing seasons and holiday activities. But how much of what is realistic? And for how long? What do we cherish? And to what extent? What might bless the days or life of someone else? 

Abundance can clutter and smother. Sure, decades can gradually pass when we are here to routinely display, rotate, clean and store the comforts and fun of day to day living during the passing of weeks, months, and years but sudden prolonged change compells compounding decisiveness.   

Possessions can own us. Homes, yards, and necessary furnishings require regular upkeep and maintenance. All these plus the enjoyment of learning, music, athletics, art, and other hobbies or passions encumber life with supplies and tools. What is truly needful, desirable, and worthy of physical, financial, and emotional space?

North American society and countries are comparitvely affluent, and despite segments living in homeless or abject poverty, many tend toward lives of ease. 

Digital access allows avoidance of face to face interactions as texting, buying and selling, and even jobs permit insulated isolation to become realities. Electronics with remote and voice control for motor vehicles, home and utility functions of many every day chores may foster indolence. I can order and pay to any location at my convenience and see the delivery arrive via security technology, and language barriers fall to database interpretations. 

We notice our own laziness. When hurried or hungry, buying the readily available instant meals or treats of prepared meats, fruits, vegetables, and desserts gracing the shelves of stores, deli showcases, and restaruant menus allows gratification without investing time or labor. 

What are we willing to labor for? Spend our time, money, emotions, and lives to facililitate or accomplish? 

Luke 10:42 teaches that Mary chose the "one thing [that was] needful." She worshipped and served at the feet of Jesus Christ. Did Martha do less? She served differently and was instructed to not take Mary's choice from her. 

We want to share the gospel of Jesus Christ. We are willing to spend our time, money, emotional energy, and very lives in the hope that others can learn about the choices the Atonement of Jesus Christ provides. It requires preparation, and labor - labor of all kinds. 

We begin to sorta sort - sort out what "cumbers us" and what we are willing to give or keep to allow a choice like Mary's, of what is most "needful." 



Monday, January 12, 2026

Confidently TERRIFIED!

January 2026 has arrived! Somehow! 

Time transitioned from January 2024 in a jump, almost as if without existance - yet I have lived!

I haven't even noticed as days bolted through weeks, months, and now years? I am astonished at years. 

How? Mostly in peace and prosperity. 

This January I am insecure, emotional, and absolutley terrified. 

My husband and I have chosen to serve as missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We have been assigned to the Utah, Salt Lake City, Headquarters Mission (USLCHQM). 

We will leave our home, familiar life, and personal activities for 23 months. Will those years pass into oblivion as quickly as 2024 and 2025? Obviously! The months will march into the future at the pace the calendar dictates, yet what about me? my home? familiar life? and activities?

When I was young enough to cling tightly to my father's knee, screaming and fighting as he attempted to help me attend a church nursery, after cuddling me to his shoulder and comforting me enough for sobbing tears to subside (only slightly), he pointed out another crying, snotty red-faced child and asked me if I wanted to look like THAT. I did not! I wanted to look like the imagined adorable, curly-haired, only-girl-so-far, in the Forsyth bunch of 5 boys that observers regularly commented I was as they patted the ringlets my mother fussed into place after every bath. 

Since that time I attempt to make choices to avoid traumatic confrontations, and especially to look like and become (at least in part) the 'model of princess propriety' that might make my parents proud. That elusive model, however, always has puzzled and frustrated. 

Intervening years have illustrated graphically how distant models of opinion are, and always have been, from my thoughts and words and actions! That comparison is debilitating, undeniably out of reach - except ...

Except, I know who I really am. I am not adorable, and as I age tangled curls have become stiffly straight and white. I am not the little sister of 4 older brothers, I am not the big sister of 6 younger siblings, I am not a wife, a mother, a grandma - I have such relationships, yet am more than any and all those titles, and other titles, that are mere labels competing for allegience to someone affixing designations.

I am a spirit daughter of God - a father more loving and merciful than even the physical father willing to patiently comfort and teach his fearful daughter. A father who could see beyond toddler (and teen) tantrums and phobias. God knows I am terrified. He comforts and sustains AND invites my fears toward forward faith. 

I can count on Him, a good, kind, all knowing, forgiving father who promises grace to me and others through Jesus Christ, His son. They are real. I know this truth. If Peter could walk on water, can I?  Peter's example is instructive: "... Lord, save me." Matthew 14:30

I am confident I can count on a wise Heavenly Father willing to let me learn the differences and nuances of who I am and what I can become. Scriptures and prophets provide fundamental examples, patterns, and directions to all who want to know truth. Can I follow God's directions - His instructions about how to always have more good? 

Can I become more than I now am? 

I can try! I can even help others around me to know and grow - to try. I can share time, talents, and blessings. And I can keep learning - gaining knowledge of this phyical place called earth (and my existence here), and the place called heaven that can seem as foreign as other countries and cultures. 

Details of trying to follow ...