I was starving. But running late, as per usual. But that’s what microwaves and eating in the car is for, so I was good…. until my bowl landed face first on the floor. The radio seemed to mock me as it sang “‘What if I fall? ‘I’ll never let you fall’ ‘What if I cry?'” At that point, I wanted to cry.
Sometimes, fear controls me. The world is big and scary. And I? I am just a little girl really. Nobody. While at other times I feel as though my faith can move mountains and I’m completely unstoppable, at these times, it takes all I have just to step out of the boat. But David A Bednar, a modern day apostle of God, once said that that’s all it takes. Because Christ is there to catch me.
The story I’m referencing can be seen here— https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2014-01-024-wherefore-didst-thou-doubt?&cld=HP_TH_18-5-2017_dPFD_fMLIB_xLIDyL1-A_&lang=eng
When the ants declared a holy war, I informed them that they could march around the house blowing their trumpets as many times as they wanted, but God, and the vacuum, are on my side and they WILL NOT CONQUER.
Indeed, the body count was high, with casualties including a plate of once delectable brownies and a bag of my good friend’s homemade bread. But with a persistent offensive and the change in weather, the ants seem to have given up and moved their search for the promised land to greener pastures.
*I apologize that there is no documentation of the most intense moments of battle, but when faced with the options of grabbing my camera or shouting “DIE YE FIENDS OF THE INFERNAL PIT” and charging into the fray, I chose the latter and my efforts were rewarded. Poor sweet Ricky was the only ant I was able to locate when campaigning for models.
***Many ants were harmed and killed in the making of this post
About 22 years ago, my family moved to Illinois. When our backyard neighbor introduced himself he said “Good fences make good neighbors.” Mr. Trump would agree with that statement, but I’m not sure how he’d like the rest of the story…..
Our neighbors had a tall, beautiful fence that still didn’t keep us from reaching through & stealing strawberries or throwing rocks over the top of it, just for fun. One day, one of our neighbor’s sons thought their house was on fire (it wasn’t) so my pregnant mother hopped that fence with a step stool. The very next week, our neighbor cut a gate into that fence & over the years we wore a path through the grass.
They became the best neighbors we’ve ever had. Of course, I might be biased; I married their youngest son.
Do you ever sit and trace back? Back to when you were 15 at a church dance, feeling pretty in a turquoise, circle skirt, dancing with a boy whose grandparents you happened to have known quite well? Later, he held the door for you and got your email. Emails turned to phone calls, phone calls became visits, and you became friends. He was your best friend, and then your boyfriend. Then he went on a mission and emails and phone calls and visits became letters. But two years was a long time and when he came back you were different. You didn’t date again. And he got married.
But during the time when you’d been friends, he introduced your little brother to the Hill Cumourah Pageant and your brother never forgot it. He insisted that your family be in it. So you were and you all loved it. You loved it so much that you were in it again. Your brother teased that there you would meet your future spouse. But despite making good friends, amazing friends, you weren’t interested in a long distance relationship. You’d done that twice already. But your brother’s prediction made you question, ‘why was it that you hated long distance relationships so much?’ ……Because they made you miss out on what was around you. Right in front of you……And that made you ask ‘What would you miss out on?’
The answer was there. Right in front of you. Your pretend big brother. Your neighbor. The one you’d known since you were two. The one to whom you’re now engaged. Maybe you would have come to your senses if life had drawn different lines to trace…..but maybe not.
…..You don’t remember all this? I do. My little sister still has that skirt.
I wanted to apologize if my last post made you worry, I didn’t mean it to, so I’m sorry.
I guess it’s kind of like “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. I found an article the other day that claimed it wasn’t written as “a clarion call to venture off the beaten path” but as a joke (Robinson).
Imagine this as you read the poem. Frost and his friend Edward Thomas walking through the woods when they hit a split in the path. Thomas debates each way, trying to figure out which one will be better —-“this one goes north and I know the pond is north, so maybe it will take us there. But this one. This one has fox prints so maybe we’ll see a fox. Foxes are cool. But so are ponds, especially if there are waterfalls. But I don’t know if there are waterfalls, & I don’t know if there’s a fox….”
Finally Frost says ” Just pick one already!!!” So Thomas does. & the entire time he is sure the other one was better. Like a true friend, Frost makes fun of him, & even writes a poem about it. The poem becomes famous, but no one gets it. Not even Thomas at first.
When I read this article, I found it hilarious because suddenly, the poem means the opposite of what we think. Instead of saying ” choose wisely” it’s saying “just choose & be happy with your choice”. I appreciate that message because I often have Thomas’ issue. I convince myself that the outfit I’m wearing somehow has eternal significance when it doesn’t. At all.
So I followed Frost’s lead; I took my issue & I made fun of it, and somehow, I was still surprised when, like Frost, my message was understood a little differently than I meant it….
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robinson, Katherine. “Robert Frost:’The Road Not Taken’: Our Choices Are Made Clear in Hindsight”. Poetry Foundation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/core-poems/detail/44272#guide
2 years ago when I left the area in which I served longest, I left moms, grandparents, & friends. I wonder if I will ever stop measuring my life by my mission.
After figuring out our orders & a basic plan for sharing them, my brother-in-law pulled [the game] out of his bag and we began to distribute the tiles as the waiter brought us our appetizers.
“How do you play?” He asked.
“Well, you each get letter tiles & you arrange them like a crossword puzzle.”
“I used to play [a similar game] for hours with my grandma” He had to be good.
“If you’ve got time, you should play with us”
“I’ve got time”
“Take 21 tiles” I told him.
“Let me get your food first.”
He destroyed us. Less than a minute, I swear.
“I love us” I said as we walked from the restaurant to the hotel and grabbed most of our things from the car. My red headed sister & her husband had already taken the baby’s stuff to the room.
We tried all the keys. The lock didn’t even light up. So they switched us to another room & spent until 11:30am the next day trying to get the baby’s things out of the room. Little Dude & I kept checking on their progress & he didn’t mind the adventure at all. Which is good, because with an Allan as a mommy, his life will be full of adventure.