My Most Cherished Memory

I've been taking writing workshops at work. One of the topics we were given to write about in a session was our most cherished memory. As I started writing, I realized I couldn't pin it down to just one. Instead, I ended up with a collection of cherished memories that centered around one theme. I've shared the memories that stood out first below.

Growing up we drove to Southern Alberta several times a year to visit my mom's parents. These car rides were  tedious because we were stuck in a car for 12 hours. However, they also left priceless time for making memories and bonding.

Shortly after CDs came out, my brother bought a transmitter that would connect to the car radio. We were listening to a CD and a song came on that my mom was not particularly a fan of. The chorus of the song, Return to Innocence, drove her crazy. Being the kids we were, we found it hilarious and made it a tradition to play the song during every road trip to Canada. The best part was my dad joined in. Instead of turning the radio off, he would turn the volume up. My mother never knew when the song would come, but when it did it was loud and we all sang along just to annoy her and entertain ourselves at the same time. This is one of those continuing experiences that we still laugh about as a family.

Every trip to Canada also involved staying with my grandparents. Their basement created a great area for kids to play games. One summer, we played roller blade hockey with ping pong balls and paddles in their basement, using old chairs as the goals. It's amazing we didn't break anything, including bones. My grandparents never got mad at us for the noise or the mess we made. I think they liked hearing the laughter and shouts coming up the stairs.

The last memory that stood out was a fall trip to Canada. My grandparents lived in an old neighborhood with big trees, so there were lots of leaves to rake. We spent hours raking the leaves into a large pile and then took turns jumping into them. I still remember my grandpa sitting on the porch laughing at the simplicity of our game and the joy it brought.

My family as of April 2013.

What do all these memories mean? It means time spent with my family produces my most cherished memories. There is more than one memory I can list, but at the root of each memory is my family. There's not much you can take with you when you leave this mortal existence. Family and your relationships with others is something you can take. The time I've spent with my family is my most cherished memory because it's continuous and never ends.

My family is part of what defines who I am. What helps define you? If you don't have an answer, take a few minutes and figure out what your most cherished memories are. Whatever is at the root, is most likely the thing that has impacted you the most for the better.

A New Perspective

Do you ever feel like you are fighting a losing battle? I do, more often than I'd like to admit. I have learned a valuable lesson over the last two weeks, one I hope I never forget.

Life is full of teaching moments it seems. Most lessons are not welcomed at the time they are being taught. Some, I think we bring upon ourselves. Others, I believe the Lord places before us for reasons beyond our understanding. The lesson I have learned over the last two weeks is one I have brought upon myself, but one the Lord guided me through with the help of some very dear friends.

I have come to know that Satan's best way of getting at me is through discouragement and self-doubt. Since before my husband passed away I have considered creating a vocal CD of hymn arrangements. At the time, it was a fleeting dream, but there wasn't much ambition behind it. After Reed passed, the ambition for the CD came as a promise of healing for me and others beyond my limited view. When my father passed, the idea of releasing my own CD became a stronger ambition. Two weeks ago, I made the mistake of allowing self-doubt to enter my mind. I made the mistake of comparing my talents to others. It was a foolish thing to do. Every person that walks this earth is unique, has unique gifts and talents, and has a special purpose and mission in this life. To compare oneself to another only destroys what God has intended for each of us. The apostles constantly warn of the dangers of comparing oneself to another. We should cherish the gifts we have and strive to develop new ones. Not get caught up in what we don't have, or what we wish we had. I fell into the trap of comparing.

I began talking to a friend about my lack of confidence and questioned why I would be crazy enough to even consider releasing a CD. She told me to stop comparing myself to other people, told me that if I had the desire I should do it and not worry if the CD was a success or not. She offered such positive advice, unfortunately it took a few more days to sink in. I had just about talked myself out of trying when I had a talk with another friend. Something clicked during that discussion. She also talked about the dangers of comparing myself to others. She reminded me that it was a slippery slope to a downward spiral. She then turned her focus to asking why I had initially wanted to try to release a CD. I shared my desire to help myself heal from the trauma of the last year, as well as the hope that the music would help others find peace, hope and healing as well. She then asked me a simple question that had a huge impact.

"If your goal is to offer hope and healing to others, 

shouldn't success be measured by helping even one person?"

For some reason, phrasing it that way finally knocked some sense into me. I suddenly realized it didn't matter if I sold 1, 100 or even 1,000 CDs. It didn't matter if I had an amazing voice that would top the charts. What mattered was the message and the feeling behind the words. When I do manage to arrange music, I feel guided toward the melody. I never feel I can claim the ownership of the arrangement because I know I had help, it's never all me. The music is a way for me to share my testimony with others. Even if I only get rid of one CD, I will have succeeded. My testimony will have reached at least one person, and if my prayers are answered, in some way, the music on the CD will help that one person find hope and healing at some point during their mortal journey.  As soon as that

"Let Your Light So Shine" by Simon Dewey

realization clicked, the discouragement I had felt for two weeks was gone! Even if I only touched one person, I would make a difference somehow.

I don't know what the Lord has planned for me. I don't know what lies ahead on my path. I do know that He is there guiding me, He is guiding each of us. We are never left alone! What a blessing to know that we are loved that much by a Heavenly Father! We are destined for greater things!

As I was sitting in sacrament today, I opened the Hymn book and it just happened to open to one of my dad's favorite hymns, "How Firm a Foundation". I have often read versus three, four, and five, but for some reason today, I was drawn to verse 7:

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose

I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never, no never, I'll never, no never,

I'll never, no never, no never forsake!

What a strong reminder. Before, I had wondered if the Lord was hearing my prayers. Everything clicked today. He was there, He had heard. He had answered my prayers through friends who cared for me. He had helped me piece the puzzles together to remind myself that I should not doubt the testimony I have been given. Satan is giving his best shot at pulling me down, I have a renewed desire singing inside of me, "I'll never, no never, no never forsake!" God lives and loves each of us. He is there and He hears our prayers. He may not come when we call, but He will come on time!