Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Thoughts that keep me up at night :

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 I believe conversion and baptism happens more often with people that are new to an area than with people that are native to an area.  Why would that be the case?  Because it seems easier to reinvent ourselves in a new situation than surrounded by people that know our history.   The atonement seems easier to apply  when it only has to go one way, for example us forgiving someone else instead of forgiving AND asking for forgiveness.  A lot of times it is hard to believe that someone else can forgive us for  something we ourselves haven’t gotten past.   At the same time, it is hard to believe someone else can let you change and improve and become better, when you struggle to forgive and believe that others would want to grow and change for the better.  Does that make sense?  Kind of an “it’s hard for me, and I wouldn’t/couldn’t do it, so why would anyone else do it!?!” type of thought process.  It’s the type of thought process and insecurity that keeps people from even approaching hard topics or issues, because they believe no one would ever make the effort to forgive them, because they aren’t capable of forgiving themselves.  So they just avoid the problem instead of trying to improve anything.   That lack of confidence in the power of repentance and the Atonement does not come from the spirit. Those insecurities that prevent us from trying to learn and grow and improve upon the harder situations in our lives do not come from our Heavenly Father.   The adversary tries (way too often successfully) to tell us that either we aren’t worth the effort, or the other person isn’t capable/worth the effort.   



  Is it bad that people that immigrate to a new place are more likely to accept the gospel into their lives and make changes? Not at all. It’s just easier to become someone NEW and changed for the better when prior experience with family or friends isn’t presenting an extra obstacle.   But what about those people native to an area that have a true change of heart?  How many people can they influence? How many hearts can they lift? How many misunderstandings can they clear up?  How many burdens are they aware of that they can make lighter?   Those people native to an area that have the courage and humility to undergo a change of heart even under the watch of friends and family can have such an amazing influence! They can give courage and support to others to be humble and fully use the atonement in their own lives as well.   

   Far too often we look for different circumstances to run to before being brave enough to start our change.  Because it will be easier to find success.  There will be less obstacles.  No one will remind us of how we used to be.   And so we transfer schools, move to a new area or state, bide our time until transfers are here and pray for a new companion, pray for someone else to have a change of heart, avoid friends or people in our own families that seem difficult, abandon relationships that have hit a bump in the road, quit jobs and search out new ones, etc.   I’m not saying that looking for a change is always bad. Sometimes it is necessary, and sometimes it is exactly what our Heavenly Father wants us to do.  But I believe that most times it would have a more profound affect in our lives and in the lives of others if we were to “stand close together and lift where we stand”. (Elder Uchtdorf general conference 2008) 


   In my mind that means that we discuss the hard topics. We take an honest look at ourselves and our actions even if it’s hard or embarrassing.   If we don’t see where the issue is with ourselves, but we still feel the tension with others, we are brave enough to ask for honest feedback. If we are told something new about ourselves, we are patient and try to make adjustments where we can.   We try to improve the relationships we already have. We try to share love  and improve ourselves for our own benefit as well as for those around us.  Because we are worth the effort!  As are those around us!  

   I am far from perfect at this.  And many times when I have tried to improve it has blown up in my face and I’ve been called out for my past behavior.  Repenting or using the atonement where we stand is difficult! And often takes multiple tries.  But it is worth the effort.   We are all worth the effort.   And I love the feeling of accomplishment to look and see how far you have gotten WITH the ones you love most.   It is amazing to stand close together and lift to raise things up and move them forward.  





  I don’t think there is anything I can imagine that I want more than for all of the members in my family (present and future) to have the courage, trust and humility to lift each other together.   To put on the Armor of God and go to battle against the adversary together!  I hope and pray that my family, friends and community will be strong enough to fight against the insecurities and lies that sneak in and hold us back from our potential.  I hope that I will be able to do a better job of allowing those around me to grow and become better, and be a strength to that process, and not hold their missteps in the past against them.   And I hope that I will be allowed that same room for growth… but if not, that I will remain determined to continue to grow anyway.  

   If we hope to unlock our potential and the potential of those around us…  Let us all lift where we stand. Bloom where we are planted.  Dig in, get dirty and uncomfortable.  Love on a higher level. And Stomp like crazy! 



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www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/general-conference/2008/10/lift-where-you-stand?lang=eng

“The Example of Helaman’s 2,000 Warriors


Individual recognition is rarely an indication of the value of our service. We do not know the names, for example, of any of the 2,000 sons of Helaman. As individuals, they are unnamed. As a group, however, their name will always be remembered for honesty, courage, and the willingness to serve. They accomplished together what none of them could have accomplished alone…

   When we stand close together and lift where we stand, when we care more for the glory of the kingdom of God than for our own prestige or pleasure, we can accomplish so much more.”


Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Radi's Vlog from his Mission in Italy #1


 Radi has been putting videos together from his mission, and told me that I could share them.... so here they are!  Please notice and appreciate the HAIR!!! Holy Moly!!! He finally got a hair cut, thankfully.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Blazer Chronicles

Car Wash Wednesday πŸ‘ˆπŸ»πŸ‘ˆπŸ»Click for the video
  What a fun day this was!!!!  Nothing too serious, nothing very useful, but it sure was fun!

Here is some history on the Blazer.... there isn’t much.
I have been keeping my eye out for a car like this for the kids for a while, and I finally found it at an auction. I honestly am still thinking of cleaning the car up a little and selling it, but for the moment it is far too entertaining.  I got it for $750, but it has its issues.... one issue is that the transmission is going out so it won’t shift into 3rd gear, it just goes into neutral. Kind of like a kid that feels like you have asked them to do too much.... they don’t just keep going and refuse to step it up into the next gear. Nope, they just stop doing anything at all and just coast. And they continue to coast until you dial it back down to a gear they feel comfortable in.
   So to remedy this issue I got a transmission to replace it with.  But there are two reasons that I haven’t yet switched it out.  The first reason is, I have know idea how to replace a transmission. But that seems like it would be an adventure and a great learning experience..... so I still want to do it.  That, and the guy that used to own this blazer was talking to me about it and asked if I was going to do it myself or have help, then asked “Have you ever done a transmission before?” I replied “nope” and then he said “Ok, so someone else is going to do it.”  And for some crazy reason that struck my pride and made me want to do it even more!!!!  So Radi and I have been getting ourselves all hyped up to do it someday.
   The second reason it hasn’t been done yet is because at the moment it only goes 30 mph!  Why in the world would I want two 16 year old boys, or any teanager for that matter to be able to go faster than 30 mph!?!?!?!?  They only need to drive on roads that have a speed limit of 25mph anyway. So going 30mph gives them a little bit of that opportunity to be rebellious anyway.
   So, I’m a little torn as to whether to fix it or not.... and a little concerned that I will not be able to figure it out on my own and protect my precious pride.
   The twins and I have started to work on it a little and fix a few electrical things and clean it up.  Car Wash Wednesday was just a fun detour in the cleaning process haha!
   I’m sure I will learn a lot from this vehicle, there will be plenty of analogies.... I’m just hoping that the main lesson I learn isn’t that I should never attend another auction with money in my hand.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Giving my best to my People

Post from Rick:
   Maren has ALWAYS expected me to give my best efforts at home for her and the kids. And she's ALWAYS been right. It hasn't mattered what the life circumstances are, she has consistently and sometimes bluntly reminded me that as a husband and father, my first responsibility is to her and our 8 beautiful kids. That's a tall order for any person but it's such a basic concept that I can't believe I haven't always done my part. After 20 years of trying to learn this truth I'm much better at it now than I was early in our marriage. Although I was a bit off, basketball has taught me how to give my best efforts.

On the morning of April 14th, 2004, my team GHP Bamberg was sitting somewhere tied or close to 4th, 5th, or 6th place in the league. We only had two remaining games and we needed home-court advantage in the first round of the playoffs (4th place would get us that). I woke up and went to the computer to do my regular stat study of our opponent Telekom Bonn, who at the time was sitting on first place.

I went to the league website and there was an article about our game, which received media attention because it was an important game for playoff seedings. I couldn't believe what I read...There was a quote from Telekom Bonn President Wolfgang Wiedlich that said (to my recollection) something like, "No, we're not staying overnight in Bamberg. We're in 1st place and we're going to ride down to Bamberg, get us this win, maintain 1st place in the league and then we're going to have home-court advantage throughout the playoffs-and this time we're going to beat Berlin in the finals!!"

The hair literally stood up on the back of my neck and I felt an energy come over me that was unreal. My competitive pride kicked in and I said to myself, "It ain't goin' down like that tonight!" I spent extra time that morning covering the statistics and scoring tendencies of Jackson, Capin, and Kaukenas. After morning shoot around I came home, got something to eat, studied again and feel asleep watching highlights and game sequences of Kaukenas, and I woke up from my nap knowing how to get the best of him. He was a talented player and in my opinion, their most critical offensive player. I came to the conclusion that I wasn't capable of guarding him one on one for an entire game and that if he played a full game, we'd lose. The only was to get him out of the game was to get him in foul trouble. I noticed that he sometimes jumped for shot fakes, that he sometimes didn't really want to play defense, and that from the right wing, he ALWAYS caught the ball, faked right, then came back to the left with a cross step and left handed drive.

During the first quarter, on a baseline inbounds play, he got caught on a screen and I came off to shoot. I caught, lift faked, and he jumped...I leaned in, drew foul number 1, and earned two free throws. About a minute later, he was going to catch the ball on the right wing and I anticipated his catch, I pretended to go for his fake to the right, then I beat him to the spot back to the middle and drew a charge. I'm not sure it was a charge, but the refs called it and he had foul #2. He was upset and off his game. Later in the first half, I noticed he was not really guarding me. I decided that on my next catch I would drive to the basket, create contact, and do my best acting job to hang foul #3 on him. So I did. And the refs called it. He was ticked and wound up having to sit long portions of the first and second quarter. I just checked the stats of the game and in a double overtime game with 50:00 minutes of playing time available, he played just 24:19...because of fouls.

My mental, physical, and emotional preparation for that game were exceptional. It was absolutely my best efforts. I played 44: 29 and came up with 11 rebounds, all defensive. I have a picture in my office at the high school where I work that captures a moment right after I had just made a 3-point shot in the 2nd overtime to clinch the game. It's a favorite memory of my playing career.


  

Today it's clear that my best efforts belong at home. I love working alongside Maren and spending time with my kids-learning and teaching them about life and sports:) However, in 2004 I had my targets a bit off and found as many ways as possible to give my best to GHP Bamberg. In the process of giving my absolute best to Bamberg, the fans and people of Franconia became my people. Not my family, not my team family, but something very close. I literally dreamed of ways to be my best for our fans. I loved their desire for rough play. I loved their honest feedback-when I stunk they told me about it and when I played well, they rewarded me. To this day a big part of my heart is still there.

I love my Bamberg people and will ALWAYS feel like I'm coming home when I drive from Hirschaid, through Strullendorf, and on to the Berliner Ring. I will always feel like I gave my best, was at my best, when I played for those fans. Their acceptance of me, their support of me, and their will to see our team succeed was deeply rewarding and I felt their love.


Rick as the head coach of EnBW Ludwigsburg, when they played at Bamberg (his former team's arena) and won, the fans from Bamberg chanted his name and cheered for him after the game.  It was emotional for him to be back there.

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Friday of last week RWS 4 (Ricky) got word that his cancer had returned. Maren and I flew to Los Angeles then took a red-eye to Connecticut to be with Ricky. Along with fear and anger and disappointment, I was excited to see my son. Although not a pleasant situation to face, just being around Ricky was amazing. He had spent the past 7.5 months dedicated to serving, loving, and lifting the people and communities of CT and MA where he had lived. I noticed immediately how much he had grown in understanding, compassion, kindness, and genuine care for others. He talked about the people of Southington, CT and Oxford, MA who had shared their life with him and allowed him to walk a few miles in their shoes. He shared their victories and their defeats. His mind and heart were totally given to these people...Southington, Meriden, Berlin, and Oxford. 

It broke his heart to recently learn that one of his favorite mission people, someone totally different and from a different walk of life than he had ever seen, passed away suddenly. The man was young and strong and it hurt Ricky deeply to learn of his passing. Ricky truly loved those who gave him a chance to get to know them.

Elder Stafford, Elder Kendall, Brandon and Brendon

Listening to his stories was beautiful, spending time learning what he had been doing as a missionary for our church was rewarding, and being able to hug my son was simply the best. But the most unbelievable part of the whole experience has been my recognition of who Ricky's people really are. 

I have watched him walk the halls of two separate hospitals wearing a hospital gown and pushing an IV pole/tree with fluids and medications running into his body. I have seen him muster unreal patience, love, kindness, and grace when the pokes in his arms and hands don't seem to work. I've seen him stop and see-like really see a child in pain and anguish and make them smile. I have witnessed him remain optimistic with everyone around, although he's been aware that a fellow patient across the hall is in hospice care and the family members coming are paying their final respects. At the request of a fellow patient, I've seen him learn a new song to play on the Ukulele; this has lifted his own spirits but has also strengthened his connection with that patient. I've watched him treat nurses as teammates by reassuring them that although his veins were super good at rolling and difficult to stick, that he had faith in them and that he knew they were awesome and capable. I've seen the love in his eyes for the young girl who had likely received her diagnosis of cancer that day. I've seen his understanding of other's pain and anguish and the efforts he's made to smile, speak encouragement to fellow patients. 

And the love, kindness, patience, support that both fellow patients and health care professionals give back to Ricky is astounding!!!! They fill his bucket full every day as he connects!!!

In short, for as much as Ricky loves the people of CT and MA, his people...the people he REALLY, TRULY, SINCERELY understands, connects with, and receives strength from are the people of hospitals; especially those patients and health care professionals of pediatric oncology or child cancer. The amount of love, compassion, charity, and concern that Ricky has for his fellow travelers in the cancer ward is unreal and these are the people who get his best efforts. These are the people he loves the most. These are in fact his people.

The joy I've felt recognizing that Ricky truly is in his element amongst his people has been overwhelming. I have most times wished his path would have taken him back to Germany, back to "my people" of Bamberg and I've learned that this is wrong. Observing him in his element has corrected my vision. He is, although some may feel it's tragic, a duck on water. A pea in a pod. He is a square peg that has been placed in a square hole. His time at Memorial Sloan Kettering cancer hospital in Manhattan is not a waste. It's not tragic. He's making the most of it AND his people are strengthening him during his trying times as well.  
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For the time being Memorial Sloan Kettering is home son. Your privilege is now spending every day with mom and she is teaching/coaching you on the same lesson she teaches me...Your best efforts are needed at home. At some future point in your life, as a husband and father you'll need to focus your best efforts on your marriage and your children. But until that time...

Continue to rise up! Answer the bell every day. Your efforts bring me much joy!!

I am your greatest fan, except mom maybe...:)

Love you Ricky boy!

Dad
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Saturday, December 2, 2017

THE WORLD’S GREATEST

In a few days I’ll be 41.  I have the greatest life, and I’m sure it sounds crazy but I am
quite possibly the most blessed person to have ever lived.  I have a husband that adores me in the midst of all my crazy. I have 8 amazing kids that have patience while I learn and experiment with parenting on the fly. I was raised by amazing parents that thought I was the most talented athlete, poet, singer/songwriter, artist, musician, and DIY genius there was. And at the same time they had a way of being honest enough that reality never strayed so far off that I could completely and utterly embarrass myself while trying to flaunt my amazing talents.  Although, reality was often embarrassing, and there is plenty of flaunting that goes on, somehow the part where I was always THE WORLD’S GREATEST at something kept me from being crushed with humiliation. Hahaha. And if you read enough, you will soon realize that I am THE WORLD’S GREATEST at finding a use for.... ‘dot,dot,dots’ and the comma! As I told my Sister-in-law earlier today, “I am queen of the Run On Sentence!“
     I feel kind of selfish writing about me, but I don’t know anyone else’s thoughts at the moment.  That, and since I’m the only passenger on this red-eye that is still awake, I’m kind of stuck thinking about my world and my thoughts and feelings.  Yes, I’m on a flight across the country right now. My sweet husband fell asleep trying to watch Despicable Me 3.  My 7 youngest kids are at tournaments and staying with family until Rick gets back from this trip.  And the neighbor has our dog.  We likely won’t be headed back together, but we don’t have plans, or much information at all for that matter.  All we know now is that our oldest boy, who has been serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Massachusetts Boston area for 7 1/2 months, has relapsed. I can hardly read what I’m typing right now.  His leukemia has returned. It’s hard to believe. I can feel the weight of it all slowly creeping back up my spine to my shoulders.  I don’t actually think clear thoughts about it all very much, it’s more of a blur, a collage of thoughts that just interrupt each other.  When I can control the thoughts it quickly makes me want to sob.  A sob kept under control turns into a shudder that just makes me want to scream. A swallowed scream makes me want to throw up. So... that’s why I haven’t been thinking clearly...on purpose. That’s why I can’t answer the calls yet, or talk on the phone... talking requires me to try to communicate a clear thought.  And somehow publicly sobbing, shuddering, screaming or throwing up isn’t an option. My brains equates that to utter humiliation and won’t let me do it.  The weight gets heavier as things get more real, but it’s a weird weight that is kind of hard to notice just how heavy it is, until it’s gone, until it’s lifted, until you get the words “no evidence of disease” from the doctors.  This time is different though. This time I know the weight, so I can literally feel it on the lower part of my spine.   Maybe that’s why emotions come too easily right now.  The weight isn’t square and balanced on my shoulders quite yet.  But it will get there, back to where I feel a little more control again... at least emotionally. 

   The getting ready to descend chime just rang. I just checked. And we should be on the ground again within the hour.  We pick up the rental car, and drive 30 minutes to the hospital of central Connecticut, or something like that. It’s in New Britain. I’m excited to see my boy. I’ve really missed him. I haven’t slept yet though, and last I looked I had huge bags under my eyes. That makes me a little sad because I wanted to look really nice when I saw him again. This boy is aging me.  The woman across from  me on our first flight was holding her 1 month old baby, her first born.  She’s so filled with excitement and pride. It was fun to see. I vividly remember those flights.  I remember coming home with him from Germany when he was 6wks old. My dad was at the gate to meet us when we arrived. (Back when that was still allowed)  The pride beamed out of me, and was contagious. It beamed out of my dad when he saw us too. And beamed even more when Ricky promptly smiled at meeting his Grampa.  I have carried that excitement and pride for over 19 years now.  And I am still the most blessed person. To have ever walked the earth. I get to see my boy in a few hours. And I get to hug him again. I get to sit with him all day. And this time around, he gets to teach me about the most important things there are.  He gets to teach me what reading the scriptures each day has taught him and how it can bless me too. I didn’t go on a mission. This will be as close to real missionary life that I have ever been.  I am so blessed. I’m excited. I can barely see through the tears, my nose is stuffed and drippy and I kind of want to throw up.  Time to go back to the collage of interrupting thoughts again.   Just caught a glimpse of myself.... good news!!!! The puffy eyes hide the bags!!!! Hahaha!  There must be tissue in one of my coat pockets, cuz I think my mom wore this coat once. Hahaha....yup!! There it is!!! Mom to the rescue from reality yet again!