Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Agency and the Presence of God


Public Speaking and I are not always friends. 

Recently I tried to explain what a (somewhat complex) quote meant to me in front of a larger amount of people and I’m not sure I explained myself very well. Because I'm secretly terrified of speaking in front of a lot of people. My concern is that people misunderstood my message, thinking I was saying: “God’s presence is not always available to you”, when what I was truly trying to say was “God will never force you to abide in His presence, He always lets you choose.”

Anyone that teaches in any capacity, as a parent, teacher, or even supervisor or manager at work, understands that in order for someone to truly learn what they are being taught, there is a process that includes letting them act for themselves. A Doctor will not always have his professors or mentors, or those he shadows with them every step of the way. At various points in his educational journey she has to take the knowledge she has gained and make decisions alone. Sadly, sometimes mistakes occur, but if they have truly learned for themselves they will have BECOME a doctor and the mistakes will be fewer than if they had not learned for themselves.

You have probably picked up on my point by now, but ultimately: God will teach us, then let us apply His teachings on our own. He will not give us every answer we are seeking every time because I believe he wants us to LEARN to BECOME like Him. The reward for following God’s teachings and commandments do NOT include a perfect life with no trials or sorrows. Sometimes we mistakenly believe that because we are not receiving the blessings we desire when we desire them God must not exist, or God must be punishing me, or a slew of other thoughts. Honestly—I don’t know why we don’t always get the blessings we want when we want them especially when we’re doing everything asked of us and rightly deserve them. But I do know, that it’s in these moments that we have our greatest opportunity for growth.

I also know that when it SEEMS as though God is not present, it’s possible that he (like a loving parent with their young child) is a step ahead of us encouraging us to take just two more steps into His arms. He is teaching us to walk. We were never meant to crawl, but to walk and run, to work and play, for He has said that “men are that they might have joy.” I believe that it is possible to have joy even though we are, well, having a hard time. 

I believe that God is always there for us, his hand always reaching out ready to take our own. At times he will come to our aid, but—since he is the ultimate teacher—he knows that he has to let US reach back and take his hand.

As C.S. Lewis wrote: 
"He (God) cannot ‘tempt’ to virtue as we (Satan’s demons) do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived Wormwood (Satan's demon in Training). Our cause (Satan’s cause) is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy’s (God's) will, looks around upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.”

To anyone who reads this and still has questions, so do I. I don’t completely understand everything, and my expression of my thoughts is still not perfect. But I have chosen my path, and must let those around me do the same. We can always help those around us, and can discuss and share thoughts, opinions, and ideas, but in the end only the individual can choose which path they will take. 

Earlier I watched the following video, by a man I have a lot of respect for, that explains Agency (our will to choose for ourselves) a little more, and how important it is in our spiritual growth. It helped me to understand why, that although I have little desire to, I have to take steps into the unknown.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Sometimes You Have to Fall Before You Know Why You Need to Get Back Up




Summer 2014:
The doorbell rang and I quickly pulled my greasy hair into a ponytail before answering the door. I tried to smile and made awkward jokes while quickly signing the receipt for the pizza delivery guy—or was it a girl? I couldn’t tell—before shutting the door and collapsing back on the couch.

Thin crust Parmesan white sauce pizza, with chicken, olives, BACON, and spinach (just to make me feel healthy), and a side of chocolate lava crunch cakes. I ate all of it while watching the entire first season of Gilmore girls and blowing emotional snot into an entire box worth of tissues.




I didn't sleep at all that night.


Two weeks earlier:
"I killed it! Love you too babe!" I responded as I ended the call and put my phone back into my purse.

This was it. I had just owned an interview as one of the final three applicants for my dream job at the BYU Library, and was on my way to meet up with my super smart and sexy boyfriend—soon to be fiancĂ© if what we talked about last night meant anything.

I was on fire, and everything was going exactly as planned.



Yet there's this funny saying that my Mom likes to tell me every once in awhile: Every time we make plans, God laughs and throws our life into mayhem. She also refers to it as being put in the refiner's fire. Haha Mom, haha.

In the next two weeks not only did I get rejected by my dream job, I also got rejected by two other jobs that were my plans B and C, dumped by my suddenly not-so-smart-or-sexy boyfriend, and was ready to give up on ever being the incredibly successful woman I had always dreamed of being.



Now let's take it back to a week AFTER my pizza eating, Gilmore Girls binge-watching, snot monster night of despair.

Arizona: One Week After The Snot Fest:
Yet again I was a snotty salty mess, only this time I was at a funeral. Instead of being alone on a couch, I was surrounded by family and loved ones with a different kind of heartache than a week earlier. This was a kind of pain that no amount of pizza or Gilmore Girls could ever stop. I was so confused, and I had so many questions. That said, the pain I was experiencing could be nowhere near to the pain and heartache my cousin's parents and siblings felt. I had no clue how to help, or how to feel. This was something I had never experienced before.

Eventually time passed and the pain eased, but the experiences of that summer forever changed me. Our time in mortality is more limited than we realize. I no loner wanted to just 'survive' anymore: Living from day to day by the seat of my pants with no goals or direction—just hoping something would work out. I wanted to start acting, and stop being acted upon. I wanted to live my life with purpose. To stop focusing on all the reasons why I "can't", and to start focusing on all the reasons why I "can". I started carving a new path for my life.

After a brief term of "not-speaking" to my Heavenly Father during that summer, I sought Him out as never before. I had always believed in His plan, and that one day I would be able to see those who passed on in the next life, but that passive belief wasn’t enough anymore. I needed to KNOW. I wanted to increase understanding of my purpose in this life, and to improve my relationship with Him and His son who atoned for all God's children. I needed to know He was truly there.

And He was.

That summer was only the beginning of a life-long journey I embarked on to stop simply 'surviving', and to start 'thriving'. To stop simply 'doing', and to start BECOMING all that I have wanted and am meant to be.

But you'll have to wait for that story next time.