Part 5: Part of Something Bigger Than Self

 

            My original plan for this book was to focus more on the emotional recovery side of my journey. I didn’t expect to spend as much time writing about spiritual topics. However, I am a believer in Jesus and that ends up permeating a person’s whole life. I’m so grateful that it does!  This is the part of the book where I glory in “my Jesus” and how He has blessed my life. My visiting journey taught me how to reach out to others more like He would. My experience in college and at Institute enlarged my perspective and helped me understand new ways of approaching relationships and the circumstances in my life. This section focuses on family history, temple work, and continued gospel learning – which has given me a glimpse of how all-encompassing Heavenly Father’s plan is for each of us, His children. .

            Spencer W. Kimball was the prophet of my childhood. I once read a biography of his wife, Camilla, when I stayed with my paternal grandparents while my parents were on a trip to the Holy Land. That book is on my shelf today and it is one of the only items I have that remind me of my grandma. Just before my third birthday, Spencer W. Kimball taught, “It is by serving that we learn how to serve. When we are engaged in the service of our fellowmen, not only do our deeds assist them, but we put our own problems in a fresher perspective. When we concern ourselves more with others, there is less time to be concerned with ourselves. In the midst of the miracle of serving, there is the promise of Jesus, that by losing ourselves, we find ourselves. (See Matthew 10:39.) Not only do we ‘find’ ourselves in terms of acknowledging guidance in our lives, but the more we serve our fellowmen in appropriate ways, the more substance there is to our souls…. it is easier to ‘find’ ourselves because there is so much more of us to find! ... Of course, we all need to be loved, but we must be giving and not always receiving if we want to have wholeness in our lives and a reinforced sense of purpose…. Wherever we serve and whomever we serve, however, it is important for us to get outside ourselves and to be genuinely interested in others” (“Small Acts of Service,” Ensign, Dec. 1974).

            He continues, “Sometimes the solution is not to change our circumstance, but to change our attitude about that circumstance; difficulties are often opportunities for service….If we are not careful, we can be injured by the frostbite of frustration; we can be frozen in place by the chill of unmet expectations. To avoid this we must—just as we would with arctic coldness—keep moving, keep serving, and keep reaching out, so that our own immobility does not become our chief danger…. There is great security in spirituality, and we cannot have spirituality without service! So often, however, what we need by way of encouragement… to serve others is to simply be stirred in our memory by the Spirit concerning the things we already know, rather than receiving new inspiration and revelation. … The Holy Ghost stirs our memory as well as our understanding. We must then do what we already know is right—the simple things, the straightforward things, and the specific things….so that we can have the influence of the Holy Ghost and have his constant companionship to guide us, to direct us. His guidance is far more important than the learning of techniques, although these can be helpful…. If you were to select just two or three individuals in your life who have been most influential, what specifically did they do that was helpful to you at critical or important times in your life?  On reflecting for a few moments, you (may) conclude that such a person really cared for you, that he or she took time for you, or that he or she taught you something you needed to know…. Most often someone has served and helped us by giving us love and understanding, by taking time to assist us, and by showing us the way through the light of their own example. I cannot stress enough, therefore, the importance of our doing these same things for those who now depend upon us, just as we have depended upon others to serve us in the past… If we focus on simple principles and simple acts of service, we will… find ourselves becoming less concerned with our organizational identity and more concerned with our true and ultimate identity as a son or daughter of our Father in heaven and helping others to achieve the same sense of belonging.” (“Small Acts of Service,” Ensign, Dec. 1974). Being willing and able to serve each other without assignments is the beginning of a unified, Christlike community. It is the essence of ministering. It something I try to work toward every day, with varied success.

            He concluded, “In this connection, we must never lose sight of Jesus Christ as our grand example. Jesus said in his instructions to the Nephite disciples: ‘Therefore, hold up your light that it may shine unto the world. Behold I am the light which ye shall hold up—that which ye have seen me do. …’(3 Nephi 18:24.)… One of the advantages of the gospel of Jesus Christ is that it gives us perspective about the people on this planet, including ourselves, so that we can see the things that truly matter and avoid getting caught up in the multiplicity of lesser causes that vie for the attention of mankind….  (“Small Acts of Service,” Ensign, Dec. 1974).

Chapter 32: Family History Fun (part 3)

 

            I was asked to give a second presentation to the youth on the blessings of family history and temple work on December 30, 2018. In that presentation, I repeated what I already shared above. I also brought one of my white 2” binders to show them how I keep these ancestors in my thoughts. When I print out the cards, I print out an extra page and put it in a page protector. Then I can write down how I’m related to them or comments that I have about my temple experiences with them. And my favorite part is when I can staple the completed card back into that binder. It helps them to feel more real to me and it reminds me that each card represents an actual person, a child of God just like us. During a sealing session earlier that month, I looked into the mirrors on each side of that beautiful room and pondered what I would share with the youth. Gerrit W. Gong gave voice to my thoughts,  “Together the temple mirrors reflect back and forth images that stretch seemingly into eternity” (“Temple Mirrors of Eternity: A Testimony of Family,” Ensign, Nov. 2010). Quentin L Cook explained, “These reflected images help us contemplate parents, grandparents, and all previous generations. They help us recognize the sacred covenants that connect us to all generations that follow” (“See Yourself in the Temple,” Ensign, May 2016).

            David A. Bednar taught, “As members of Christ’s restored Church, we have the covenant responsibility to search out our ancestors and provide for them the saving ordinances of the gospel. ‘For their salvation is necessary and essential to our salvation, as Paul says concerning the fathers—that they without us cannot be made perfect—neither can we without our dead be made perfect.’ (Doctrine and Covenants 128:15). For these reasons we do family history research, build temples, and perform vicarious ordinances” (“The Hearts of the Children Shall Turn,” Ensign, Nov. 2011). Joseph Smith taught, “Herein is the chain that binds the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the children to the fathers, which fulfills the mission of Elijah” (“Becoming Saviors on Mount Zion,” Teachings of the Presidents of the Church: Joseph Smith, 473). Quentin L. Cook explained, “The combination of increased numbers of temples and advanced technology to fulfill our sacred family history responsibilities for our ancestors makes this the most blessed time in all history. You are literally among the prophesied saviors on Mount Zion” (“See Yourself in the Temple,” Ensign, May 2016). In other words, as we perform vicarious ordinances for our ancestors, we do something for them that they cannot do for themselves. This is symbolic of the way our Savior saved each of us from sin and death through His atoning sacrifice, which is something none of us could do for ourselves. It is the way He allows us to help in His work of salvation for each child of God. I’m so grateful for this opportunity we’ve been given to serve others in such an important way.

            One evening in February 2019, I was sitting in the baptistry waiting for some ordinances to be completed. I normally tried not to stay at the temple into the evenings because it detracted from family time at home. However, this time I felt prompted to stay and I texted my husband to let him know that I would be home as soon as I could. I then went out to the desk to ask for more blue and pink papers to attach to each set of five male and female cards for baptisms and confirmations. The man at the desk noticed that my family names were from the Netherlands and asked if any were from Germany. I replied that one family line married into a German line. He just happened be a professor at BYU who specialized in family history with an emphasis in Germanic names. He asked if I would be able to share some with him and several students who were planning to participate in a “German night” at the baptistry. He explained that on the evening of April 3rd, all the ordinances would be performed in German for ancestors from Germany. I agreed to try to find some names for them. So I spent the next few weeks following several lines and was able to supply him with more than enough. They ended up completing a little over 200 baptisms that night. I felt compelled to finish the rest of them, so I sat in the baptistry (most of that time shivering by the font) for six hours the following Tuesday to complete 200 more female baptisms, along with waiting for 60 more male baptisms to be completed. I learned that if I released those names to have the initiatories completed by temple patrons, they would often be finished very quickly. Then I reserved many of them again to complete the endowment and sealing. After this set of events, I watched the initiatories being completed over several days in real time - each time I refreshed the screen on Family Search. I was so grateful for the miracle that Heavenly Father provided to allow so many to begin on the covenant path prior to Easter. I love the song "Risen" written by Shawna Belt Edwards. One of the lines says that Jesus "set the captives free." I felt that powerfully during this experience. I am in awe at what God can do with a willing heart, hands, and feet. He magnifies our relatively small offerings in often unexpected and miraculous ways. My family history work increased exponentially after that.

             Over the past two years, many kind people have been willing to help me with the growing number of ordinances. I have needed the most help with endowments, since they take the longest. Their selfless service has allowed me to continue working on baptisms and sealings – almost exclusively. I love the opportunity that gives me to begin and end the process with most of the ancestors I have found. When I share my temple cards with people who are willing to help me, I tell them about my grandma who came to America from the Netherlands. I hope it helps them to feel even more purpose as they help with the work. One friend asked if she could send some cards to her parents and adult brother who live in Idaho. Her brother has some emotional struggles and he found purpose in helping me with those endowments, which felt like a win-win situation. My previous academic advisor at UVU who has become a dear friend has also helped me with a large number of endowments and the youth in her stake completed many baptisms during a youth conference. I was in an endowment session at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple one evening and noticed a couple who had previously moved from our ward. It was a large session, so I went back and talked to the woman while we were waiting to go through the veil. She and her husband stopped by our house later that week and picked up some endowment cards as well. A couple in our ward who served as full-time stake missionaries have been very helpful. They texted me a picture of a poem on August 4, 2019. The poem was written by Don L. Searle and is titled “One Holy Moment.” They wrote, “This poem reminds me of the feelings we have when we take your names to the temple. Thank you.” Here is the part that was most meaningful to me:

Born in different centuries,

You and I, an ocean apart,

And half a continent.

Never would our lives touch

But for this holy moment.

In a temple of our God…

Did you know joy in your years?

I hope you know it now,

As our lives touch

In this sacred moment,

My one brief chance to serve.

Would that I could reach a hand

Across two hundred years,

Or put an arm across a shoulder

To tell you what I feel…

            Because I graduated with my associate degree from UVU in November 2019, I had some extra time that I could spend in the temple before our grandson was born in January 2020. So, as my Christmas gift to Jesus, I made a goal to spend as many days as possible in the Provo Temple before it was closed for Christmas. During that time, I talked more often with an older woman who was retired and never been married. She lived near the temple and spent each day there doing work for other people. She specifically focused on sealings and we ended up in many sessions together. One day, she offered to help me with some of my sealings and I was so grateful. I brought 30 cards for her and she finished them in one day. I couldn’t believe it! She offered to do more for me over the Christmas holiday, since she would be going to the Provo City Center Temple, and gave me her home address. During those two weeks, I continued to prepare more names for sealings. Initially, I drove to her house and clipped 65 cards to the side of her mailbox near the front door. Again, she completed them in two or three days! That process miraculously repeated two more times during the Christmas holiday. Meanwhile, I attended the Mt. Timpanogos Temple while the Provo Temple was closed. I was in a few sealing sessions with a man who regularly served in that temple also. He saw how many names I was trying to complete over several sessions and asked if he could help. I left a few cards with him and he finished them that day. A few days later, he walked into another of my sealing sessions and I was so happy to see him. He also wrote down his P.O. box number and gave it to me. I started sending him sealing cards as well and he completed approximately 200 sealings over the next three months, which was another miraculous gift.

            When the Provo Temple opened again in January, I was so grateful for the chance to thank my sweet temple friend in person. She said she felt kind of burned out, which was very understandable, so I wasn’t planning to give any more cards to her. Remember the older man I met in the temple cafeteria who completed seven endowments for me in April 2018? A few months before the Christmas break, I saw him again in the sealing area. I was really grateful for the chance to thank him in person after a year of wondering if our paths would ever cross again. From that time on, whenever he was in a session with me, he would take a few of my cards, so that I could go home to my family a little earlier than I had planned. (He decided that he was needed more in the sealing rooms, so he started to only do two endowment sessions, instead of three, each day. Then he would end each day of service by participating in five or six sealing sessions.) When he found out that my other temple friend was feeling burned out, he offered to help also. That was a relief to the friend who felt burned out and she decided she could help me after all. They became a dynamic duo. I continued to prepare names at home and brought 100 or 200 cards at a time to the temple. When I saw one of them, I gave them the cards and then they divided them up. I was in awe at how many completion notifications I received from Family Search each evening. They miraculously completed each set of cards within about a week each time. When the temples closed on March 14^th due to the COVID-19 pandemic, they had completed a combined total of 1,750 sealings. (That number is in addition to the 195 my first friend completed during Christmas holiday. It also doesn’t include the children they helped seal to parents or the names they helped me with while I was serving in the sessions with them.) I’m convinced they were sent to me as angels to help me complete a work that was far too overwhelming and basically impossible for me to do alone in that amount of time.

            About three months into the quarantine, I sent out texts to many of the people who helped with my temple work during the previous two years to thank them once again for their selfless service. On June 10th, I received another reply text from the couple in our ward who previously served as stake missionaries. It said, “We have appreciated the opportunity of taking names to the temple, especially since my ancestry on one side is Dutch. A couple years ago you indicated you felt the need to get these names done. Possibly a forewarning about the forthcoming closure of the temples?...” I replied, “I absolutely know that I felt the urgency because the Lord knew the temples would be closing for a while. I’m so grateful he sent me earth angels like both of you to help with that miracle.” This whole experience reminded me that a definition of Zion is being of “one heart and one mind” (see Moses 7:18) and it is built by people who serve selflessly with Christlike love. I am grateful for the privilege of being surrounded by people with those qualities. One of the last lines of my patriarchal blessing says, “As you help to gather genealogy, you will become a savior on Mt. Zion and will be a great blessing to those who have passed on beyond the veil. When you leave this earth there will be a great reunion with your ancestors who will be glad to receive you because of your work in their behalf.” As I mentioned earlier, I never thought this was even a real possibility before Family Search sent me the notification for that first ancestor in January 2018. This experience has truly shown me that with God, nothing is impossible (see Luke 1:37).

Chapter 33: Never Too Late

 

            The name and order of the chapters in this book’s table of contents and the division of the book into five different sections was given to me very clearly one afternoon at the end of summer 2019. I have tried not to deviate from the names and order that I originally decided on. However, I wasn’t sure what to write for this chapter in its original place at the beginning of section four. As I pondered, I felt that this was the better place for it. I believe it’s never too late to learn, to love, to change, to develop Christlike attributes, or to progress. This chapter has some similarities with the chapter on perfectionism, but I think the concepts are worth repeating.

            Cassy Budd is a professor at BYU. She gave a speech at BYU that was very powerful for me and I used several quotes from it in my final English paper on perfectionism. She explained that her experiences gave her “a deep appreciation for the value of the ‘try’. Simply showing up and starting where you are is all that can be asked of you. Regardless of your level of experience, your failures, or your perception of your own potential, wherever you are in life, you just need to show up and try. Try to listen to the patient instruction of the Savior, try to imitate His movements, try to ignore the negative self-talk when your movements do not measure up, and try to focus on the joy in the learning instead of the defeat in the failure. And amidst your ‘try,’ recognize that others around you are in the middle of their own ‘try.’ Celebrate their progress, even when they seem to be farther along than you, and give them a pass when they fall short.” She applied this to her mistakes in playing the piano. “When you allow yourself to be paralyzed by your mistakes, you diminish your ability to be useful... Making mistakes is simply part of the human condition and can be one of your most productive learning tools. Yes, you need to recognize your mistakes. But more than that, you need to find a way to effectively play through them.” She continued with another example, “Failure is useful in physical development as well. Strategically working a muscle to failure—the point at which you can no longer lift or push or pull whatever you are lifting or pushing or pulling—and then allowing proper time for the muscle fibers to repair is one of the most effective ways to build strength. This process of failing and repairing eventually results in stronger, more efficient muscles” (“On Failing and Finishing,” BYU Speeches, 14 Feb. 2017).

            I especially appreciated on the part of her talk where she focused on the Savior’s role in our lives. She explained, “We all, at one time or other, will be in a situation in which our strength or knowledge or skill or perhaps even our desire is not enough. These are the times when your Savior pulls you up out of the darkness—if you will let go and take His hand. These are the times when His voice guides you to safety—if you will listen carefully. And it is for these times that He descended below all things—to become your stepping-stone.” She then quoted Jeffery R. Holland, “When [the Savior] says . . . , ‘Come unto me,’ He means He knows the way out and He knows the way up. He knows it because He has walked it. He knows the way because He is the way” [“Broken Things to Mend,” Ensign, May 2006; emphasis in original]. She continued, “[The Savior] can work with ­whatever you have to give if you are willing to accept His help…. Living perfectly is not the plan. Repentance is the plan. Jesus Christ is the plan. I think we erroneously equate perfection with living a perfect life, with never failing or falling short, but Jesus Christ is the only one who ever did or ever will do that…. Perfection, for us, is not about being flawless; it is about being finished” (“On Failing and Finishing,” BYU Speeches, 14 Feb. 2017).

            I was fascinated with the conclusion of her talk and how she tied it all together so seamlessly. She explained, “Artists who practice the Japanese art form kintsugi repair broken pottery by filling the cracks with a lacquer made from gold, silver, or platinum, restoring the damaged piece to something beautiful and whole. Kintsugi teaches that scars are not something to hide; rather, they are to be celebrated for the unique beauty they exhibit. The scars themselves are considered precious and therefore are mended with precious metals to honor their value. The finished piece is even more beautiful than the unbroken original. Similarly, we honor the scars of our Savior, for He has graven us on the palms of His hands (see Isaiah 49:16)…. When we turn our broken pieces over to the Savior, our gaps are filled with Him—with His perfection—and we are made complete; we are finished by the Great Creator through the restorative power of ‘the author and finisher of our faith’ (Hebrews 12:2). We come to know the Savior not just by recognizing and reverencing His scars but by recognizing and reverencing our own. We are bound to the Savior through our mutual scars, ‘and with His stripes we are healed’ (Isaiah 53:5; see also verse 4)…. Jesus Christ, the Savior of the world, desires to mend your broken pieces, fill your empty spaces, and make of you a vessel that is more beautiful and whole. May you each find the strength to fail and, in the hands of your Savior, the power to finish” (“On Failing and Finishing,” BYU Speeches, 14 Feb. 2017).

            I was asked to give a talk on Christlike attributes when we moved into our current ward. I really appreciated the opportunity to study more about them. The title of chapter six in the Preach My Gospel manual is “How Do I Develop Christ-like Attributes?” It explains, “Christlike attributes are gifts from God…. Ask your Heavenly Father to bless you with these attributes; you cannot develop them without His help…” This chapter discusses nine of Christ’s attributes. I won’t mention all of them, but I highly recommend going through that chapter and looking up the scripture references. It inspired me to strive to be more Christlike in so many ways. The first three attributes it mentions are faith, hope, and charity. Faith in Jesus Christ. Hope through Jesus Christ. And charity as the pure love of Christ.

            The gospel reference book, True to the Faith, explains, “Faith is a principle of action and power. Whenever you work toward a worthy goal, you exercise faith. You show your hope for something that you cannot yet see…. Having faith in Jesus Christ means relying completely on Him—trusting in His infinite power, intelligence, and love…. It means believing that even though you do not understand all things, He does. Remember that because He has experienced all your pains, afflictions, and infirmities, He knows how to help you rise above your daily difficulties (see Alma 7:11-12)…. He is always ready to help you as you remember His plea: ‘Look unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not’” (Doctrine and Covenants 6:36). One of my favorite scriptures has always been, “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me” (Philippians 4:13).

            Preach My Gospel explains, “Hope is an abiding trust that the Lord will fulfill His promises to you…. When you have hope, you work through trials and difficulties with the confidence and assurance that all things will work together for your good. Hope helps you conquer discouragement….” Another of my very favorite scriptures shows how faith and hope work together. The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ explains, “…Whoso believeth in God might with surety hope for a better world… which hope cometh of faith, maketh an anchor to the souls of men, which would make them sure and steadfast, always abounding in good works…” (Ether 12:4).

            In the New Testament, Jesus taught, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” (Matthew 22:37-39). The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ explains,  “Charity… is kind…. Charity never faileth. Wherefore, cleave unto charity.... Charity is the pure love of Christ…. Wherefore… pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ…” (Moroni 7:45-48). Preach My Gospel continues, “…Charity is a gift from God…. As you follow this counsel and strive to do righteous works, your love for all people will increase….You will come to feel a sincere concern for the …. happiness of other people. You will see them as children of God with the potential of becoming like our Heavenly Father.…You will avoid judging others, criticizing them, or saying negative things about them. You will try to understand them and their points of view.”    

            I was grateful to discover this verse in the New Testament, “And of some have compassion, making a difference” (Jude 1:22). I absolutely know that genuine kindness, compassion, and Christlike love makes a positive difference! We won’t always know exactly what to say or do, but we can try our best to uplift others when they are struggling or discouraged. The New Testament also explains, “…Above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins” (1 Peter 4:8). I believe that when we focus on developing Christlike love for others, it helps refine us so that the sins don’t occur as much anymore. The good news of the gospel is that we are saved by grace. That helps us move away from the pressure-filled, checklist mentality and focus more on faith, hope, and charity. We can’t do one thing to earn our way to heaven. We just need to practice making progress in good ways. As we pray and practice, our love of God, ourselves, and others will grow. That way, we are obeying the most important commandments. When we strive to live a Christlike life, we are practicing following Christ. That way, we will be comfortable with Him when we see Him again. Preach My Gospel concludes, “Learning to be like Christ is a lifelong pursuit. You follow Christ’s example—develop His attributes—one action and decision at a time.” It is never too late to make a good decision, to choose to do something kind, or to take a step in the right direction.

Chapter 32: Family History Fun

Today was unexpectedly difficult. I cried for much of the morning. I'm so grateful I was finally able to pull myself together enough to work on this important chapter. It's only about half finished, but I feel very relieved to have written as much as I did.

           

               It is important, for many reasons, to know where you came from. One of those reasons is the strength of your ancestors, and the way they overcame challenges, can strengthen you. 

            One of my ancestors is Lijntje van Wijnen. She is my maternal grandma. When she was five years old, she sailed to America from Rotterdam, South Holland in the Netherlands. She made the trip with her recently widowed mom and they arrived at Ellis Island in New York on January 2, 1923. At that time, her name was changed to Lena Van Wynen.  She and her mom boarded a train and traveled to Ogden, Utah. The missionary who baptized her parents a few years earlier met them there. She eventually married my grandpa, Lowell Carter Burns. My mom is their only daughter, born between four older and two younger brothers. I am my mom’s oldest daughter. I lived with my Grandma Burns for a semester when I attended Weber State College in 1990. I still feel a special bond with her.

            Genealogical research is a priority of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Their online program, Family Search, is an amazing tool for family history research. Prior to that, my paternal grandma worked tirelessly on the genealogy for her side of the family and recorded it on long horizontal family group sheets. However, very little work had been done my maternal line. I always thought family history work was basically impossible for me and I never completed any work other than a four generation pedigree sheet on both sides of my family.

            In January 2018, I was still trying to write this book, but it became too overwhelming. So I decided to just work on it as my personal history instead. During that same time, my parents were preparing to serve another mission. One evening, my mom showed me some treasures she found while going through boxes. They included her mom’s journal, several important documents, old letters, and some pictures. My mom allowed me to take them home so I could look at them more closely. I immediately began typing a copy of the handwritten pages from my grandma’s journal. She wrote less than 20 pages and it ended after their first child was born. I was fascinated with what she had written, though,  and was grateful to learn a little more about her early life. At the end of January, I received an email notification from Family Search letting me know that temple work still needed to be completed for an ancestor named Jaapje Buitelaar. She is the maternal fourth cousin of my Grandma Burns. I usually just disregarded those notices, but I felt different this time. I clicked on the link, printed out a temple card for her, and that was the first step in my family history journey. 

            Meanwhile, my sister had been doing family history work for a while. She lived in North Carolina at that time and the temple closest to them would be closing for long-term renovations shortly. When I told her about my unexpected change of heart, she asked if I would be willing to finish the temple work for 13 remaining ancestors. I agreed and invited my mom to help me. So we went to the Mt. Timpanogos Temple on my birthday the next week. I was recovering from a cold, but I thought it would be neat to have my birth date stamped on all 14 of those cards (for Jaapje and the 13 my sister transferred to me). My nieces had acted as proxy for the baptisms and confirmations of these 13 ancestors. So my mom and I acted as proxy for the initiatory ordinance of each one. The initiatory is a beautiful ordinance, which takes place prior to the endowment. It is a much shorter ordinance, so more can be done at one time. My mom and I had to wait two different times, but we were each able to do the initiatories for seven ancestors. It was a memorable and sacred experience for both of us, in addition to being a great way to celebrate my 46^th birthday. I returned to the temple on February 8^th to be proxy for Jaapje’s endowment, which was also a very special experience.

            Later in February 2018, I wrote the following partial entry in my journal. “I've recently become painfully aware of my human weakness as I’ve continued to visit with people over the past few weeks. So I have been prompted to shift my focus to compiling my personal history and working on my family history and temple work. I'm hoping I will make less mistakes with the dead than I have with the living. However, it's a miracle that someone who has struggled as much as I have with depression and social anxiety was able to visit as much as I did in the first place. God did way more with that experience than I could have ever done on my own. I'm so grateful for the opportunities he gave me to try to help and lift others in my very small way.” I discussed three of those divine intersections with Janell, her half-sister and niece in chapter 24. I accompanied Janell’s niece to complete her initiatory and endowment on May 12, 2015. Since that time, I met her niece for lunch on several different occasions, but she never felt ready to help seal Janell and her husband, along with sealing their two children to them. (Even though Dee and Janell weren’t active in the church, they did have their children’s temple work done after each of their tragic deaths.)  I was anxious to participate in that sealing because it felt like the beginning of the happy ending for their family, since they are all now together after 20 years of separation. However, I knew it needed to be on their relative’s timetable, not mine.

            Several miracles occurred shortly after I wrote that bittersweet journal entry. Janell's niece visited me spontaneously on the afternoon of February 20^th to deliver an invitation to her upcoming civil wedding. She explained that she had already waited too long to help seal Janell’s family, she handed me the temple cards, and asked me to do it in her behalf. I could not believe it! I was so honored for the privilege and opportunity she had literally just handed me. I was already planning to help seal Jaapje to her husband the next day and I was so grateful for the chance to help with this important sealing in the same session. I remember praying that our house wouldn't burn down while we slept or that I wouldn't get in a wreck on the way to the temple... because I had been waiting for this day since Janell’s niece completed her endowment almost five years before.

            I made it safely to the Mt. Timpanogos Temple the next morning. I acted as proxy for Jaapje as she was sealed to Jacobus Borstlap. Then I had the privilege of being proxy for Janell as she was sealed to Dee in the same session. Immediately after their sealing, I had the privilege of being proxy for their daughter, as I helped seal her and her older brother to Dee and Janell in the next ordinance. I cried tears of joy through all three ordinances. I wondered if Janell and Dee were permitted to watch the ordinances from where they were in the next life and I hoped they knew how much I love them. Toward the end of the session, I thought I heard a voice in my mind that said, “Hi Wendi Bird,” which is a reference from Peter Pan and it's what Dee used to say to me when I came over to walk with Janell. (In case that wasn’t enough of a tender mercy, right after I heard Dee’s voice in my mind, someone with the last name of Darling was sealed – that was Wendy's last name in Peter Pan!) I hadn't thought of that nickname in a long time. I took it as a sign that they were happy and accepting of my gift to them and their children. I am looking forward to the day when I can see them in the next life. I feel very connected to their family now. I kept alternating between a big grin and tears for many hours following the sealing session. 

            I remember feeling like I could finally be at peace about Janell for the first time since the Monday after Easter 2014 when I found out she passed away. Another interesting side note is that Jaapje and Jacobus had a son named Cornelis. Cornelis married Maria de Groot and I printed out a temple card for her just three weeks after our daughter told us she was pregnant in May 2019. The interesting thing about that is DeGroot is the last name of our grandson and his father. I just noticed that recently and it was another sweet moment when I was reminded that God is aware of me and my circumstances.

            I also had the opportunity to attend the wedding of Janell’s niece just two days later on February 23^rd. It was a very snowy day and I wondered if it was worth attending as my car slipped and slid through the snow on my drive to the Provo city courthouse. She asked me to be one of the witnesses when I arrived, so she now has a marriage certificate with my signature on it. After the ceremony, I joined her, her two cute kids, her new husband, and several other family members at Pizza Factory for lunch afterward. That gave me the opportunity to talk with Janell’s half-sister for the first time in quite a while. I was grateful that I made the effort to support their family. I visited with my good friend who was the Relief Society president during my experience with Janell. I explained to her again how I thought I was in Janell’s life to save her life, but I was so confused when she died. This friend explained to me that I actually was in her life to help the Savior save her in my small way. I am grateful for the miracles that have occurred to help all of this happen in God's perfect timing. I know that Heavenly Father works miracles in our lives. I’m very grateful that He allows us to help in these miracles that we could never make happen ourselves. I know that the greatest miracle of all is the atonement of Jesus Christ. I'm so grateful for His mercy and grace. I know that we can have “more freedom from earth stains” as we partake of the sacrament and attend the temple.

Title, Dedication, and Acknowledgements

I decided today on a possible title for the book I've been writing: 

Practice Makes Perfect Progress 

and Other Perspective Shifts for the Recovering Perfectionist

I wrote this dedication: To John, who always sees my potential and worth, even when I don't. 

I also spent several hours writing the Acknowledgements: 

            This book is the product of my experiences with hundreds of people. My sincere gratitude goes to all who have influenced me along my journey. It would be impossible for me to create a complete list, but I will take this opportunity to thank many people by name. I’ve grouped them into different periods of my life. Several people fit in more than one area, but I’ve chosen the one that best fits the way they influenced me most.

            To John, who is the hardest working and most selfless person I know. Thank you for choosing to spend your life with me. To Heather and Lance, for giving me the opportunity to be a mother. Thanks for your patience as I’ve learned and grown right along with you. To Max, who has brightened my days with his smiles, giggles, squawks, and snuggles.

            To my parents, Arnie and Cherie, who taught me by example the value of stick-to-it-iveness and service to others. Thank you for serving missions at BYU-Hawaii and Historic Kirtland, so I could have an excuse to visit those places. To my siblings: Natalie (Randy), Randy (Laura), Rob (Eve), and Cory (Karissa). Thank you for letting me visit you and your children when you lived in other states. To my grandmas, Lena and Lucile, who treated me special and passed along the desire to stay connected to my relatives.  

            To my walking friends: Corinne Jenkins, Becky Allen, Diane Knight, Kelly Chalmers; Brenda Warren, Terri Rino, Shari Soelberg; Michelle Linford, Susannah Reyneke, Bonnie Walker, Suzanne Fry; Janell Wright, Melissa Dunaway, Heather Rindlisbacher. Thank you for letting me shake my head out over and over again…and loving me through it all.

            To friends who graciously welcomed me into their homes: Susan and Doug Morrison, Ann Barlow, Cheryl Taylor, Kathy Schlendorf, and Kristyne Stephens. Thank you for countless hours of visits over several years.

            To our close neighbors (and their families) in both areas of Orem: Holly Jacobs, Christa Ringer, Michelle Chamberlain, Stori Misbach, Susan Verbic, Janet Davis; Shelby Russell, Joyce Nixon, Nicole Perry, Candice Gordon, Nichelle Jensen, April Hurt. Thank you for your kindness and patience over two decades.

            To thoughtful people who have made a difference for me spiritually or emotionally as they have served and loved me. 

Canyon View stake: Jan Martin, Joleen Black, Ruth Ann Smith, Ginger Fisher, Eileen Booth, Rob Chalmers, Mosbarger family, Diane McNeill, Colette Terry, Katie Fox, Ann Youngquist; Liz Livingston, Leesa Simmons, Paula Harper, Jennifer Greenwood, Allyson Riding, Rosana Sorensen, Karina McDonald, Sheryl Pryor, Jessica Deucher; Marlae Rindlisbacher, Sandi Monson.

Orem 6^th ward: Brekke Felt, Angela Schill, Teri Walker, Jenny and Sarah Pachev, Katrina and Mike Johanson, Shersti and Jared Pearson, Tracy Smith, Brian Nixon, Joyce Henderson, Shane Frazier, Lois Park, Rebecca Armstrong, Debbie Wimpfheimer. 

Longmont, Colorado: Dave Kenison, Tom Reed, Gary Marison, Olivers, Mary Sue Russell. 

Tallahassee, Florida: Jackie Stone, Cathrie Long, Chris Kemp, Ann Cluff, Maureen Webb. Richard Chapple, Troy Mohrman, Ken (Hunter) Bergstrom, Laurie Tiedt. Thank you for caring.  

            To kind people who have helped me with temple work: Kathy and Alan Manwaring, Pam Petroff; Lisa Johnson and Bernotski family; Marti, Greg, and Jared Tuttle; Jenkins family and Ben Cragun, Dick and Mary Jackson, Julia and Ken Cluff, Linda and Marlan Platt, Lori Duke, Carolyn Davis, Catherine and Mike Kipp, Paul Christensen, Roger Minert, Helen and Brad Prescott; Noah and Tennyson Schill, Johanson girls, Cameron and Morgan Dopp, Renee Blumel, Jenna Wolfley and Richard Lindahl; various youth in the Canyon View Stake, and Orem 6th ward. Thank you for your selfless service.

            To good people who make my temple experience even better: Ken Kleven, Van Jaeger, Ron Bartalini, Sherry Cox, Kay Heath, Louisa Howard, Debra Elvin; Cheryl Esplin, President Freestone, President Stone, Brother Eliason, Gammons; Linda Olsen, Heather Bodine, Krista Tate, Pam Hansen, Patti Bell, Sherrie Johnson, Rebekah Westfall; Amy Christensen, Gay Bailey; Michelle Caringella, Renae Gale, Carolyn, LeeAnn, and all the others who have gone out of their way to help me in the baptistry. Thank you for brightening my days.

            To those who have cared about our children and helped them (or me) in different ways: Anne Miller, Sandee and Andres Sosa, Kate Plewe; Taralyn Sorensen, Gailan Smith, Debbie Carn; Tami Rasmussen, Meg Ernstrom, Deanne Allred, Andrea Allman; Carol Walker, Melissa Dabb. Thank you for making my job as a mom just a little bit easier over the years.

            To friends who helped me become even more clear about what I believe: Ruth Thompson; Christy Hurt, Dana Mecham, Aubree Patterson, Marcela Gubler; Tracey Hamilton, Chelsea Rasmussen. Thank you for helping me see things from different perspectives. To others who challenged me to learn how to love in ways I wasn’t used to yet: Pauline Colton, Alauna Hyland, Sue Burton, Victoria Myers, Clixie Larson, Renee Wakamatsu, Andrea and Phillip Cockrell, Marshall DeGroot. I’m grateful for what I’ve learned from our experiences together.

            To friends from my childhood, teenage, and young adult years (I will refer to them by their pre-marriage names): 

Tallahassee, Florida: Trista Whitley, Lori Clark, Marika Chapple; Danny Bishop, Tam Nguyen, Bill Roberts, Mike Poppell, Paul Kern, Joe Caceres; Petrea Schrader, Joel Bowers, Ben Fort; Sharon Flagg, Felicia Cooke; Cheri Wright, Kacey Lewis.

Longmont, Colorado: Kristina Marzano; Karna Reed, Janae Wheeler, Karen Farnsworth; Dave Cragun, Brent Patterson, Darin Moss; Mark Wheeler, Geoff Smith. 

Orem, Utah: Angie Millet; Lisa Lawson, Becca Collyer, Jenny Clawson, Ange Walker, Jodi Sorensen; Pam Hawkes, Becky Kirby, Rob Trent, Brenda Lopez, Kim Latimer, Vaughn Porter, Poché siblings. Thank you for helping me in your unique way to become who I am today.

            To missionaries and others who were influential during my experience as a full-time missionary (I will refer to them by their pre-marriage names): TyRee Jenks, Val Roden; Cheryl Bevan, JoAnn Stock, Jeanine Bird, Carla Peterson, Rebecca Benson; Liz Baumgarten, Lalena Page, Kathy Perkins; Wheeler family, Griffin family, Dalls, Whitts, Wanda Nielsen, Terrys; Pam Curran, Aja Werkheiser, Aurora Moon; Sisters Ha, Lopez, Farrier, and Gee; Neal Larson, Justin Rasmussen, Dick and Diane Morley. Thank you for your patience, love, and examples.

            To life coaches, therapists, co-workers, and teachers I’ve worked with: Kendra Huffman, Heather Frazier, Jody Moore, Brooke Castillo, Tracy Hoth; Megan Rogers, Julie Malloy; David Paulson, Jon Skidmore; Brad Edgington, Ryan Balagna, Mitch Suyama, Heather Hoyal, Vickie Anderson; Mark Hull, Sherry Smith, Pam Christensen, Lexi Sanders, Adam Whitehead; Wanda Black, Dave Rollins, Carol Lorek, Jane Rose, and Mrs. Landreth. Thank you for all the lessons I learned during our time together.

            To the teachers, students, and secretaries at the Utah Valley University Institute of Religion: Karen Hepworth, Polly Tullis, Cassidy Hubert, David Durfey, Chelsea Chipman, Emily Mitchell, Eric Shields, Cody Orvis, Kurtis McBeth, Tyler Bartholomew, Cedi Christensen, Maren, Daniel Bradley, Todd Murdock, Valerie Christensen. Thank you for strengthening my testimony, helping with temple work, and being such an uplifting influence in my life.

            To the professors, students, and others who helped with projects during my time at Utah Valley University: Bonnie Davis, Ken White, Chris Lee, Carolyn Hamilton, Bart Poulson, Kaitlyn Pacada, Brian Birch, Karin Anderson, Lisa Johnson; Paige Seegmiller, Malorie Ward, Kimmie Henderson; Tera Johnson, Jessica Hettinger, Kassidy Nielson; Alex Boone; Ronelle Warren, Shawna Schauers, Stephanie Wright; Cynthia Tavera and Lihua Lin. Thank you for helping me succeed in my classes, so that I could achieve my goal of earning an associate degree.

            To other influential people in my life who don’t fit easily into any of the paragraphs above: Bob and Shauna Millet, Leslie Williams, Margaret Hammond, Marina Spence, Kenzie Weeks, Bradstreet family, Lisa Nerdin, Kendra Terry Senn, Kelly Christensen, Cecily Smith, Guin and Max Deaver, Becky Swasey, and Erica Larsen. Thank you for your unique way of blessing my life. In addition, I wish to thank these musicians and authors: Hilary Weeks, Shawna Edwards, Kenneth Cope; Emily Belle Freeman, David Butler, Brad Wilcox, Steven Harper, Mary Ellen Edmunds, and Sheri Dew. Thank you for your uplifting influence on me and so many others throughout the world.

            Most of all, to Heavenly Father for orchestrating potential blessings behind the scenes and for answering my prayers; to Jesus Christ for the gifts of repentance, forgiveness, and grace that flow freely from His atoning sacrifice; and to the Holy Ghost who testifies of Them and fills my soul with peace. Everything I write about in this book was influenced in some way by Them. There are no words to express the gratitude I feel, but I’ve done my best to express it in a variety of ways in the following pages.

Chapter 17: Divine Intersections

* I still have two stories to add at the end (or possibly in another chapter), but I wanted to post this as proof that my mind started working again! (I revisited this and posted a picture on August 15, 2020.)

            I believe that God orchestrates countless details behind the scenes in all of our lives to bless us and support us. I think this especially applies to the people who come into our lives – often at just the right time. Neal A. Maxwell explained: “You and I may call these intersectings ‘coincidence.’ This word is understandable for mortals to use, but coincidence is not an appropriate word to describe the workings of an omniscient God. He does not do things by ‘coincidence’ but … by ‘divine design’” (“Brim with Joy,” BYU Speeches, 23 Jan. 1996). This chapter is longer than the others because it is all about the divine intersections God has orchestrated in my life over the past decade.

            Divine intersection #1. A woman in our previous ward lives with her husband in the retirement community near the home we lived in for 19 years. On the surface, it appears that we have nothing in common – she’s old enough to by my mother, she’s very well-connected with the socially elite, has been deeply involved in church and community service throughout her life, and has extremely useful talents and skills. However, we later discovered a few connections: both of our fathers were religion professors at BYU, we’re both the oldest child in our families of origin, and her younger brother was the bishop of the first ward John and I attended after being married. Prior to becoming friends, she called to ask me to share my testimony in her Easter lesson at the end of March 2013. She assured me that she had been strongly prompted to ask me and spent about 10 minutes coaxing me into agreeing. (This was before I began my visiting journey, so I wasn’t comfortable saying yes to anxiety producing experiences.) She was grateful that I was willing to participate in her lesson and we gradually became friends after that. Several years into our friendship, she explained that she had watched me force myself to come to church week after week, often with wet hair from a shower, wearing t-shirts under plain jumpers, and no jewelry. She felt prompted to be a friend, but wasn’t sure how to go about doing that. Since then, she has “watched me blossom” with growing confidence in the way I dress and take care of myself, in my interactions with other people, and the goals I’ve accomplished.

            I have often commented that she’s had a front row seat for all the changes I’ve made in my life over the past seven years and has been a mentor to me in many ways. We have enjoyed many long and uplifting conversations about our insights into the gospel. Several times, I have gone to her house or she has picked me up in her car when I felt I had nowhere else to turn. She has always been patient and compassionate as I have cried many tears and talked through my confusion and concern during challenging situations. We have attended the temple or visited the temple grounds together a few times, walked and talked under the shade of the trees in an office park near her home or sat in her peaceful back yard several times, and spent countless hours talking in her beautiful home. She was always willing to let me sit with her at church when my family stopped attending, she invited me over to sit by the cozy fireplace to watch the Christmas devotional with her and her husband one year, and her husband once gave me a Priesthood blessing of comfort. Prior to the pandemic, we had a tradition of treating each other to lunch at Zupas or Olive Garden for our birthdays and other special occasions. She was my most faithful supporter when I went back to college, she was a sounding board and proof reader for my papers, and celebrated with me when I finally earned my associate degree.

            As I look around my office and bedroom I still see several thoughtful gifts she’s given me over the years. A decorative wooden block in my office with this quote by Gordon B. Hinckley, “keep trying, keep believing, be happy, don’t get discouraged, things will work out.” A cheerful polka dot frame in my bedroom with a set of uplifting quote cards, but I have always kept it on one that inspired me the most. It’s one by A.A. Milne that is often quoted, “You are braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” When I moved into our new home, she gave me a wall hanging that says, “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you don’t stop.” When I graduated with my associate degree, she gave me a necklace that says, “I can do hard things.” She also gave me a Willow Tree statue of an angel because she often referred to me as an “earth angel” during my visiting journey. She has truly been an angel to me and I will always be grateful that God prompted her to become a much-needed friend at a crossroads in my life.

            Divine intersection #2 is with my favorite inspirational song writer and singer, Hilary Weeks. I attended a benefit concert in her home in August 2012. Then I attended a women’s conference in my mom’s stake where she was speaking and performing in February 2014. Even though I was feeling anxious, I immediately went up to the stand afterward to thank her for the uplifting influence she has had on my life and on the lives of some of the friends that I’ve shared her music with. I was thankful I took that opportunity, but looked down later and realized I had accidentally worn non-matching flats on my feet – which has never happened before or since. A few days later, I was strongly prompted to look up her phone number and call her. I thought it seemed like a crazy idea, but it was very similar to my original prompting that began my visiting journey, so I didn’t argue with it. I knew her address from attending the benefit concert, so I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to use it to find her phone number. I took a deep breath and dialed her number, thinking that I would just leave a message and that would be it. However, she “just happened” to be home watching the Olympics on TV that evening, instead of preparing for the next Time Out for Women. I realized that was why the prompting was so urgent in that moment. I had no idea what to say, but heard myself asking if she would ever let me visit her.  She said I should email her representative and that she would set something up.

            I ended up meeting her and her oldest daughter for lunch at the Trellis Café at Thanksgiving Point in July 2014. I paid for their lunch, we took a picture together, her daughter texted the picture to me, and I thought that was it. However, I was inspired to stop by their home and visited with her and her family briefly while I was out in Lehi one day, we ran into each other at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple another day and she remembered my name, then she agreed to meet me for breakfast the day before I had a surgery in March 2015. Again, I thought that was the last time I would spend time with her. However, one day in September 2016, I was leaving the Provo Temple and I ran into an old family friend, who ended up being Hilary’s current Relief Society president. That prompted me to buy tickets for back-to-back nights of Hilary’s CD launch concert. I drove with a good friend up to Kingsbury Hall on the U of U campus for the first night and then drove with another good friend up to Ogden for the second night. I talked with Hilary’s daughter and took a picture with her Relief Society president at the first concert, since we were sitting close to the front. I also waited in line to take a picture with Hilary after the concert. She was surprised that I would want to go to her concert two nights in a row, but they were both uplifting and worth-while experiences. I thought it was such a great way to end my association with Hilary. However, in December 2016 that same family friend invited me to attend their ward’s Christmas party in Woodland Hills, where Hilary would be performing. I had the opportunity to talk with Hilary for a few minutes before the dinner, where she said something that really helped me with a struggle I was currently dealing with, and then took a picture of her with her extended family afterward. I thought that was the last time I would see her. However, I received another prompting to attend a Love Your Life gathering in Woodland Hills that she co-hosted with Emily Belle Freeman in September 2017. I was able to talk afterward for a while with her representative that arranged our first lunch back in 2014 and took a picture with her, Hilary, and Emily.

            I now just subscribe to Hilary’s Live All In program and continue to text her occasionally. I emailed to tell her I was going to delete her phone number from my contacts back in November 2016 because I didn’t want to be annoying. She texted me right back with this, “Just saw your email and you are in big trouble! Add me back in your contacts immediately young lady! You are the best!” I texted her again in July 2019 to ask if she would allow me to use her lyrics in this book, since so much of my journey has been shaped by her music and lyrics. She texted back, “I think you could write an amazing book and it would be an honor for me to have the lyrics included! Let me know how it goes! You’ll do great!!!” I texted her one other notable time in April 2020 to send her pictures of the uplifting lyric cards I’ve used to decorated the walls in my office and to tell her I had been prompted to put her and her family on the temple prayer roll before the pandemic forced the closures. She replied, “What an absolutely sweet and thoughtful text. Thank you for all of it. Everything. You are an angel.” I’m grateful for her good influence on my life, both personally and through her music. She could have just considered me one of her many fans, but she remembered my name, spent some of her valuable time with me on a few occasions, and treated me like I was special. All of that mattered a lot to me during times when I really needed some special treatment.

             During the last decade, I have given away approximately 70 of her CDs to friends who I felt could benefit from her uplifting music. I’ve also purchased six of the leather cuffs she makes and sells on her website. I’ve given three away as gifts and have kept three to remind me of her kindness. Hilary wrote a song titled “Hero” (on her 2013 CD, Say Love). The following lyrics explain how I feel about her personally:

…Quietly changing one life at a time

You may never know

What a difference you’ve made in mine…

A friend to the lonely, a light in the dark

You may never know

What a blessing you are…

I hope someday you’ll see

You’re a hero to me

 

            Divine intersection #3. I received the prompting that started my visiting journey on the evening of September 4, 2013. I realized that our stake institute class began meeting the next day, so I took a leap of faith and began attending the next morning because I thought it would be a great place to start “knowing more people in the stake,” as my prompting suggested. I attended the classes each Thursday morning for that entire school year, which gave me a greater appreciation and deeper understanding of The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. I also attended half of the classes the following year, where we studied the life of Christ in the 4 Gospels of the New Testament. I stayed after to talk with one of the teachers quite often and we became friends.

            She was involved in a program called “Dress Your Truth” and she shared it with me. Through the discovery process of that program, I learned that I was a type 1 – light and bright. Because of that, I donated all the clothes in my wardrobe that were black or dull colors, which didn’t flatter me anyway. I began wearing clothes with brighter hues, switched out most of my silver jewelry for mostly bright gold, and eventually cut my hair in a style that was shorter in back and more flattering to my face shape in the front. Those small adjustments helped to increase my self-confidence as I was continuing to overcome anxiety during my visiting adventure. A few years later, that same institute teacher served in the baptistry of the Provo Temple on Tuesdays. When I discovered that, I spent most Tuesday afternoons in the baptistry so I could see her and also work on my growing number of baptisms and confirmations. (I will discuss that more in a later chapter.) I will always be grateful for those ways that she influenced my life for good.

            Divine intersection #4. In addition to beginning my experience of attending stake institute classes after my prompting, I also had another first the morning following that original prompting. I decided to walk our daughter to the bus stop at 7:20am on September 5, 2013. After that, I started walking around the nearby track as part of my walking for the day. I noticed that a few women from our ward were walking ahead of me, but I didn’t pay much attention because, at that point, I rarely walked with other people. I was still mostly walking on my own to destinations around town. However, they “just happened” to notice me and waited for me where part of the path curved up to the cemetery on the hill above. They invited me to join them on their walk around the cemetery and I tried to decline, but they were persistent. I finally agreed to join them and thought to myself that it wouldn’t hurt to just walk with them and listen to the conversation. Well, this group of women included the current Relief Society president, the previous Relief Society president, and the wives of the bishop and one of his counselors. They are the kind of women who would have been in tune with the Spirit. They are also thoughtful and caring people, so they skillfully drew me into the conversation.

            I distinctly remember the very clear thought that came into my mind and I’m assuming it was a prompting as well, “You need to start walking with these women.” I don’t think I would have normally paid that close attention to it, but it followed the original prompting and I suddenly realized that our ward was part of the stake. Therefore, that was a way I could begin to “know more people in the stake.” Later that week, it was just me and the current Relief Society president that ended up walking. It gave us time to get to know each other better on a deeper level. She had been the Primary president several years earlier and I was called to teach the eight and nine-year-old children two years in a row – before I descended into the deep depression I was still recovering from. So we already knew each other and I considered her a friend, but we weren’t extremely close. During that walk I explained my prompting and asked if there was anyone she was worried about in the ward that could benefit from a visit. She mentioned a few women and they ended up being some of the first people I visited.

            I think it was probably part of God’s plan to have that one-on-one visit because it basically launched my visiting journey. As I continued to walk with the group on most mornings, my friendship with them deepened. I became especially close to this Relief Society president, though, and she was the first friend I told about John’s unbelief during the following year, since she also had stewardship over me in her calling. As the years passed, she has continued to be one of my dearest friends. (I eventually stopped walking with the group in the mornings because I didn’t have enough energy to walk with them and visit all the women I ended up having appointments with during my visiting journey.) I visited her regularly at her home during the following years and we sometimes went on drives to talk when we needed more privacy. We have comforted and supported each other through many struggles with our family members and life in general. She is the friend I attended the first Hilary Weeks concert with and she is one of the only friends from our previous neighborhood that visited me multiple times in our new home after we moved in March 2017.

            In the months that followed, one of the women in our walking group was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and I was able to empathize with her because I had been diagnosed in January 2013. We also walked alone a few times and with just the Relief Society president several other times. During those particular walks, she realized I was a “much cooler person” than she had originally thought. Her only other experiences with me had been less positive because she was the Young Women president when our daughter was in that program. Our daughter had seizures for several years when she was younger and, unfortunately, spent her adolescent years slowly recovering emotionally, socially, and scholastically from the difficulties caused by the seizures and the medicine used to treat them. So, that was logistically difficult for this Young Women president when it came to planning activities and attending girls camp. I was grateful that she saw me in a different setting so we could become friends. Her gift is spirituality mixed with humor, so there was a lot of laughter during those walks – which is “good medicine,” as the saying goes.

            Divine intersection #5 is with a woman I visited in a different ward of our stake. I had seen her occasionally at elementary school functions years before, but had never talked with her more than just saying hello. I visited her in April 2014 and it was a nice visit, but I didn’t feel like we really clicked. A few months later, in September 2014, I kept seeing her walking up the hill near our home in the mornings and, every time I did, I literally wanted to abandon my car on the side of the road and just start walking with her! After that happened three times, I realized those were actually strong promptings and I finally decided to call and leave a voice mail message telling her just that. She called me back and we planned to start walking together in the beginning of October. It turned out that she needed to talk with me about some struggles she was having with some of her family members. After the first few walks, she felt that she could trust me and started confiding in me about situations she didn’t feel comfortable talking about with anyone else. We quickly became close friends and have comforted and supported each other through many struggles and difficult situations since then. She is another dear friend who has continued to visit me after we moved across town. She drives to my house and then we enjoy walking and talking on the path next to the river. The sound of the water and shade from the trees makes it a very relaxing and healing experience for us. Sometimes our lives become busy and we don’t see each other for a few weeks or sometimes months, but when life settles down, it is easy for us to pick up right where we left off. I love friendships like that.  

            Divine intersection #6. About 19 months into my visiting journey, I decided to stretch myself in a way that wouldn’t have been possible previously. I volunteered to be a chaperone on the high school choir tour to Seattle in April 2015. It was my last chance to support our daughter (who needed my support on a trip that long), since she was a senior that year. Our son was a sophomore and would also be going, but he was very independent and didn’t want any attention from me. I made a goal to continue my visiting by talking with each of the other twelve women who were chaperones on the buses. It took some creativity and bravery, but I was able to have one-on-one conversations with each of them at some point during those four days. One of the women was later killed in a tragic bike accident and I’ve always been so grateful that I took the opportunity to get to know her on that trip. I also walked and talked with two other women who helped chaperone after we returned and I appreciated getting to know them on a deeper level.

            There was one woman, in particular, that I felt strongly prompted to get to know better. So I decided to start walking around the first museum with her on the day after we arrived in Seattle. I felt like we clicked almost immediately and I was so grateful for her company that day, since our children were off having fun with the other students. When we went to the third museum of the day, I was prompted to ask her a deeper question, which created an opportunity for us to talk about spiritual topics from that point on. We still joke occasionally how we were having this testimony-building conversation in a mostly dark area of the Pop Culture Museum while the sound of light sabers were echoing all around us. We ended up spending most of our free time together on the remaining days of the tour and sat by each other on the bus ride home. That gave us a long time to talk and I felt like we had always known each other by the time we arrived home again. After we returned, we attended the temple together, we’ve walked and talked off and on ever since, and our new house is within walking distance of hers. Similar to the first friend I wrote about, we don’t appear to have anything in common on the surface. Our daughter graduated from high school the same year as her youngest daughter, but that’s about it. However, we’ve had similar struggles in several areas and have appreciated each other’s support as we’ve talked through them again and again.

            I feel so blessed that God crossed my path with each of these amazing women when He did. They each fill a different need in my life and I am so grateful for their support and love. My patriarchal blessing says, “You will have stumbling blocks come before you. There will be friends raised up to help you over them. Use these stumbling blocks as stepping stones.” These friends have each, in their own unique ways, helped me turn many of my stumbling blocks into stepping stones.