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Daily Inspiration: Putting Off the Natural Man

Another wonderful reminder, from a truly wonderful man.

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Elder Neal A. Maxwell

“We see in ourselves other familiar forms of selfishness: accepting or claiming undeserved credit; puffing deserved credit; being glad when others go wrong; resenting the genuine successes of others; preferring public vindication to private reconciliation; and taking “advantage of one because of his words.” (2 Ne. 28:8.) All things are thus viewed selfishly—what are their implications for “me,” much like the mattress on the highway which delayed traffic. When frustrated motorists finally got around the mattress, none stopped to remove it because now there was nothing in it for him.”

“Put Off the Natural Man, and Come Off Conqueror”

Heavenly Father Sent Me a Crib

In my Ensign Reading Project, (and I am still way behind…) this article, “Starting Our Marriage with Nothing but Faith” by Elisabeth Allen, touched my heart.  I especially loved the heavenly sent crib part. It made me tear up because EB and I started our marriage almost 27 years ago in the same way. It brought me back to those faith-filled GOOD ole’ days and driving cars that were named “the pumpkin”.

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Illustrations by Iker Ayestaran

If you don’t have time to read all of the article (it’s really short, only two small pages) here is my favorite part that you really need to read. It will put a bit of hope back into your day.

When we were expecting our first baby, a girl, we had no idea how we would pay the bills, but we believed that it would work out. Around this time we received an unexpected $1,000 check in the mail from Matt’s grandma. At that point in our marriage, $1,000 was more money than we had ever had at one time. Grateful, we thanked first God and then Grandma for it, and we set it aside to put toward the impending baby bills. Another day Matt got an odd job fixing a pothole—another $250. The blessings kept coming.

Two weeks before our baby was born, I called Matt at work and told him that even though I didn’t know how we were going to pay for it, we needed a crib for the baby. I told him I would pick him up at work and that we were going to go get a crib. While on my way, I pulled my car over to answer a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize.

“Hello, Liz? This is Katherine Anderson. I live around the corner from you.”

“Oh! Yes! How are you?”

“I am fine. I am calling because this morning I was praying and I had a feeling that you needed a crib. I have one here for you. I had five babies and couldn’t have lived without a changing table, so I have one of those for you too.”

I sat in stunned silence.

“I know your car is small,” she continued, “so I’d like you to come over and use my car to get these things over to your apartment.”

Tears and more silence.

I still think of how much God blessed us through that wonderful woman!

Even though we did not start our marriage with things—not even a dresser or a bed—what we did start with was a lot of faith and a lot of dreams. We started our marriage with the determination to always trust in God. We started our marriage with faith that if we worked hard, we would enjoy the blessings of providing for ourselves through the Lord’s help.

It’s a “Marshmallow World”–NOT!

I have had it.

This cold weather is wicked.

Wickedly relentless.

 I do admit I’ve always loved the elegant and distinct beauty winter brings.

The white crystal flocked trees are breath taking.

But it’s not the mystical Elsa’s Ice Castle charm that I’m tired of–

it’s the bone-chilling-never-get-warm COLD I’m tired of.

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Every morning, I see the same thing on my phone:

temperatures in the single digits or teens.

That is crazily nippy!

The sad thing is, my body is getting used to these frigid, freezer temps–

and I think my blood is thickening…. like… ketchup!

Ewwwwwwww!

It’s so pathetic when I think that 33 degrees is tropical and a bit balmy. Sad, sad.

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I just checked, and we still have 40 days until spring.

But here where I live, that just means 40 more days to the beginning of “Spricky”.

{Translated: Spring and “icky” combined together to equal three drawn-out months of slow torment.}

I’ve tried every happy, positive winter time song to lift my spirits and to help me endure.

“It’s a marshmallow world in the winter…..”

Nope! Not helping.

Even my beloved steaming cup of hot cocoa lacks the magic it once afforded me.

Nope! Not helping.

OK, that’s it!

When the chocolate fix doesn’t fix any more… then I’m done!

Spricky, I better see you in 40 days.

I am now counting.

His Side of the Line

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“There are two influences ever present in the world. One is constructive and elevating and comes from our Heavenly Father; the other is destructive and debasing and comes from Lucifer. We have our agency and make our own choice in life subject to these unseen powers. There is a division line well defined that separates the Lord’s territory from Lucifer’s. If we live on the Lord’s side of the line Lucifer cannot come there to influence us, but if we cross the line into his territory we are in his power. By keeping the commandments of the Lord we are safe on His side of the line, but if we disobey His teachings we voluntarily cross into the zone of temptation and invite the destruction that is ever present there. Knowing this, how anxious we should always be to live on the Lord’s side of the line.”  

George Albert Smith

“Waiting Upon the Lord” –Henry B. Eyring

 

Purely Neglectful

 

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My poor, neglected, forgotten blog.

I have thought about you often,

but didn’t have the energy to sit and chat.

You have been silent yet never wavering.

Thank you for not judging me, for not leaving me

and for being there- right where I left you.

I will try to be better.

Life has definitely sandwiched itself between us,

but I promise to be more committed to you.

Will you forgive me?

This quote from Hellen Keller sums up my last year.

“Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.”

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