Enduring Through Trials

We all have times of trial in our lives.  8 years ago at the age of 24 I found myself in one of the hardest times of my life.  I was separated from my husband and quickly headed towards divorce.  This was not something that I ever had planned or imagined would happen to me in my life.  I always knew I wanted to be married in the temple and have a large family and I felt so disappointed and discouraged for my future. I spent lots of time in the temple and with family members.  During this hard time, I focused a lot on the Lord and my family.  I felt very unprepared and scared to go back into the social, single LDS scene.  I prayed and prayed for comfort, peace and answers.  At times I didn’t understand why this would happen to me in my life.

Elder Paul V. Johnson has said:

At times it may seem that our trials are focused on areas of our lives and parts of our souls with which we seem least able to cope. Since personal growth is an intended outcome of these challenges, it should come as no surprise that the trials can be very personal—almost laser guided to our particular needs or weaknesses. And no one is exempt, especially not Saints striving to do what’s right. Some obedient Saints may ask, “Why me? I’m trying to be good! Why is the Lord allowing this to happen?” The furnace of affliction helps purify even the very best of Saints by burning away the dross in their lives and leaving behind pure gold. Even very rich ore needs refining to remove impurities. Being good is not enough. We want to become like the Savior, who learned as He suffered“pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind.”

Knowing that my Savior had suffered with me already was a great comfort to me.  Eventually the problems and hardships associated with that trial in my life passed and I have been able to move forward with great purpose and great happiness.  I ended up reconnecting with an old friend and was sealed to him almost 6 years ago.  Looking back on that trial I cannot imagine a better outcome for this part of my life and it is so obvious to me that the Lord had his hand in every step of the way.  Enduring through the hard trial of an abusive marriage and heart wrenching divorce definitely left me stronger than I had ever been in my life.

In the Book of Mormon, there is a time when Lehi and his family are traveling in the middle of the sea.  There is a disagreement between the brothers on board and Nephi is tied up by his older brothers for several days.  Great storms come and the brothers don’t know how to steer the ship.  Everyone is fearing for their lives and they all basically think that they will drown.  It isn’t until “they are about to be swallowed into the depths of the sea” that they finally release their brother.  I could not even imagine getting treated this way.  Nephi had as much right as anyone to be angry with God and frustrated with his family, but after all of this when his wrists and ankles are very swollen and sore he says:

“I did look unto my God, and I did praise him all the day long; and I did not murmur against the Lord because of mine afflictions.” (1 Ne 18:16)

I love this idea of praising God all the day long.  It makes me think about all the days when I get bogged down with mundane details of life and I easily forget to praise God in every moment all day long.  I have always been optimistic and I know that when we look on the positive side of our trials that we can be made stronger and more like Christ.  I know that the trials of our lives are given to us to help us become stronger.  I truly don’t believe that God will give us anything that we can’t handle with his help.  He is so waiting to help all of us, all we have to do is ask.




How stinkin’ cute is this kidlet. Dang!

Not much time

Whew!  This last month has been a busy one.  Not much time to blog, but I’ve posted some cute pics of the baby on good old facebook.  Even if you don’t have a facebook account, you can see the latest pictures by clicking here.

Here is a preview of the cuteness:

101st Post

Goodness Gracious that’s a lot of blogging. (Never mind that it took me more than three years.)

Yesterday I lost the lid to the peanut butter jar. How do these things happen? After searching high and low, I gave up and improvised with aluminum foil, leaving the jar on the counter to remind me to look and have Scott look too.

I continued complaining about it well into the evening. “What the HECK happened to the lid??!?” I was floored. Finally I decided to put the jar in the pantry, aluminum foil and all. As I picked it up, a hint of blue lid smiled up at me from under the foil. My first thought was that I hadn’t ever lost it at all and had put that foil on top of a lidded jar. Was I going crazy?

That’s when I found out that Scott found the lid while I was out and replaced it, along with the aluminum foil. A true foil, you could say.

I laughed so loud I woke up the baby.

I can't eat peanut butter yet....

1 AM thoughts

has there ever been a worse idea than blogging in the middle of the night?

i got back an hour ago from seeing a movie with a friend.  scotty was cute and asleep on the couch and did a drunk* walk down to the bed.  i’m wired with thoughts of jackson, mississippi and a splash of diet coke.

for those curious, there is probably nothing quite as satisfying as pumping a full bottle of milk**.  my body makes that stuff!  just watch me nourish my baby, don’t try to stop me!

speaking of the bubs, everything lately to him is the funniest thing alive.  things lately that have gotten hearty laughs include: the dogs at grandma’s / hushing the dogs at grandma’s / reading “moo, baa, lalala” / taking a bath, especially rinsing of the hair / rolling / sneezing / and of course the occasional*** tickle.

i can’t stop thinking of the little blue house that might become ours.  scott would tell me to have “even hopes.” not too high, but not so low that i have a bad attitude about it.  i’m basically roller-coastering between the two.  one minute i’m the little blue house cheerleader and the next, i’m a sullen cynical.  right now, i just want to sit in that kitchen and bake some cookies.  and look out the window and just be there.

and a picture for your time here tonight:

the sun - - has gone - - to bed and so must i - -



* not actually drunk

** TMI? whatev.

*** not actually occasional at all, tickling him is my new favorite pastime

What its like to be 15.5

Scott’s Birthday Video

I put this together of most of the pictures that I used for the posters for Scott’s birthday.  He’s pretty great.  🙂

Scott turns 30 from Brianne Atkinson on Vimeo.