Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Charity Never Faileth

Good morning brothers and sisters. I stand before you today with a grateful heart. I was asked to talk about who I am. So along with a talk on Charity by President Monson, I will introduce myself.


Who Am I? I am sure at this point most of you already have your “mental report card” out, ready and waiting to hear my story and then place judgment on me. Am I someone worthy to be included in your circle? Am I someone that you would like to get to know better? Am I just another face in the crowd? The new girl?

President Monson says “Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life”.

So, as I stand here before you, I ask you to refrain for just a few moments from passing judgment, open your hearts and minds as I share parts of me and my journey as your fellow traveler.

I would like to start off by sharing two of my favorite quotes that I try and live by.

The first one is labeled as a quote from God. It says “DO NOT JUDGE, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT STROM I HAVE ASKED HER TO WALK THROUGH”.

The second one is “WHY DO WE AS WOMEN, BRING DOWN OTHER WOMEN, KNOWING HOW HARD IT IS TO BE A WOMAN”

President Monson tells a story about a young couple, Lisa and John, who move into a new neighborhood. One morning while they were eating breakfast, Lisa looked out the window and watched her next-door neighbor hanging out her wash.

“That laundry’s not clean!” Lisa exclaimed. “Our neighbor doesn’t know how to get clothes clean!”

John looked on but remained silent.

Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, Lisa would make the same comments.

A few weeks later Lisa was surprised to glance out her window and see a nice, clean wash hanging in her neighbor’s yard. She said to her husband, “Look, John she’s finally learned how to wash correctly! I wonder how she did it.”

John replied, “Well, dear, I have the answer for you. You’ll be interested to know that I got up early this morning and washed our windows!”

Ask yourself, Am I looking through a window that needs cleaning? Am I making judgments when I don’t have all the facts? What do I see when I look at others? What judgments do I make about them?

So I stand before you today a daughter of God. I have truly been blessed in my journey. I have been given a strong mind and body and blessed with many talents. I have been given four beautiful healthy children. I am blessed to be married to my best friend and eternal companion. I have a family who loves me and supports me in all I do.

I have been blessed to have a great career in Law Enforcement, serving and protecting my community. I have coached some great kids that have gone on to be successful student athletes. I have been an EMT and Firefighter, saving lives and property, and I have worked with many victims of domestic violence trying to get them and their children to a safe environment.

Well hopefully now you are thinking WOW, she is someone I might want to get to know.

I am not saying these things to be prideful or boastful, I am just trying to give you a glimpse of who I am, my story.

Well now here comes the judgment time.

Hi, I am Kristi, Addict. I suffer from PTSD. I have been assaulted, kicked, hit, spit on and urinated on in my quest to serve and protect my community. I have seen things in my life that a person should not have to see. I have been suicidal, suffered from depression and have had to fight to keep Satan out of my life.

I can be stubborn, hard headed and prideful. My house is not always clean and I suffer from self-esteem issues. I have not always made good decisions and I have hurt people along the way.

So now what? Still someone you may want to get to know?

From the words of President Monson, “None of us is perfect. I know no one who would profess to be so. And yet, for some reason, despite our own imperfections, we have a tendency to point out those of others. We make judgments concerning their actions.”

Though I have many flaws, I would consider myself to be a loyal compassionate friend, a woman of intelligence who loves the lord and loves serving his children. I have a big heart and love serving others. These are traits someone would miss out on should they judge me by my appearance alone or the mistakes I have made.

President Monson says “Not only are we inclined to judge the actions or words of others, but many of us judge appearances: clothing, hairstyles, size. The list could go on and on”. He also goes on to say “There is really no way we can know the heart, the intentions, or the circumstances of someone who might say or do something we find reason to criticize. Thus the commandment “Judge Not”.

Just another reminder of that old saying “Before you judge my life, walk in my shoes”.

President Monson tells a story about a member of a woman’s organization once complained when a certain woman was selected to represent the organization. She had never met the woman, but she had seen a photograph of her and didn’t like what she saw, considering her to be overweight. She commented, “Of the thousands of women in this organization, surely a better representative could have been chosen”.

True, the woman who was chosen was not “model slim”, but those who knew her and knew her qualities saw in her far more than was reflected in the photograph. The photograph did show that she had a friendly smile and look of confidence. What the photograph didn’t show was that she was a loyal and compassionate friend, a woman who was highly educated and loved the lord and the people she served. It didn’t show that she volunteered in the community and was a considerate and concerned neighbor. In short, the photograph did not reflect who she really was.

I ask: If attitudes, deeds and spiritual inclinations were reflected in physical features, would the countenance of the woman who complained be as lovely as that of the woman she criticized?

My dear sisters, each of you is unique. You are different from each other in many ways. There are those of you who are married. Some of you stay at home with your children, while others of you work outside your homes. Some of you are empty nesters. There are those of you who are married but do not have children. There are those who are divorced, those who are widowed. Many of you are single women. Some of you have college degrees: some of you do not. There are those who can afford the latest fashions and those who are lucky to have one appropriate Sunday outfit. Such differences are almost endless. Do these differences tempt us to judge one another?

I have always loved your Relief Society motto: “Charity never faileth”. What is Charity? The prophet Mormon teaches us that “charity is the pure love of Christ.”

I have in mind that charity that manifests itself when we are tolerant of others and lenient toward their actions, the kind of charity that forgives, the kind of charity that is patient. I have in mind the charity that impels us to be sympathetic, compassionate, and merciful, not only in times of sickness and affliction and distress but also in times of weakness or error on the part of others.

There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted. True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere.

Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down. It is resisting the impulse to become offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings. It is accepting people as they truly are. It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim through time. It is resisting the impulse to categorize others. It is felt when the sister sitting alone in Relief Society receives the invitation , “Come, sit by us”.

In a hundred small ways, all of you wear the mantle of Charity. Life is perfect for none of us. Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other, may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life. May we recognize that each one is doing her best to deal with the challenges which come her way, and may we strive to do our best to help out.

Charity has been defined as “the highest, noblest, strongest kind of love” the “pure love of Christ; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with her”.

“Charity Never Faileth”. May this long-enduring Relief Society motto, this timeless truth, guide you in everything you do. May it permeate your very soul and find expression in all your thoughts and actions.

I express my love to you, my sisters, and pray that heaven’s blessings may ever be yours. In the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN

Brothers and Sisters, I thank you for the opportunity to introduce myself. I am thankful to be here and our family is excited to get to know you. May we strive each day to have the pure love of Christ and seek for those that need our help. Often just a small smile or hello can mean the world.

I would like to finish with a short story. There was a dark time in my life when I felt like I was not good enough or worthy to attend church. I was visiting a ward that I did not know anyone and although I did feel the spirit when I was there I kept questioning myself if I should be there. After Sacrament a woman walked up to me and handed me a picture on a folded piece of paper that her 10 year old daughter had drawn of me. She had written on it “The pretty lady across the aisle”. I knew at that moment that I truly was a daughter of my heavenly father and that he did know me. I pray we can have the minds of a child and recognize beauty in everyone we come in contact with.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN



Sunday, January 4, 2015

Welcome 2015

 

So 2014, "Adios, See Ya, Don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out"....This is how I felt about 2014. I just kept feeling and thinking that if only it would be over things would be better. I wanted that "clean slate" that "fresh start.
2014 kicked my butt. It was a year full of trials, heartache, sickness, madness, depression, anxiety, failure, low self esteem and self worth, anger, addiction and it kicked my butt.
I have had trials before, but I don't recall ever having a whole year full of them. I just wanted it to end. I just wanted to feel better and get better. I just wanted to wipe all those feelings of anger, depression and low self esteem away. I wanted those feelings of "self destruction" to go away. I was tired of feeling like I wanted to hurt myself, to "go away" and to have to work so hard just to function. I was worn out and exhausted. The song from Tenth Avenue North called Worn was my Theme Song for many months. The following is the words:
 
 I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes to keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed by the weight of this world
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But im too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn
My prayers are wearing thin
And I’m worn
Even before the day begins
I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
Heaven come and flood my eyes

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Yes, all that's dead inside will be reborn

Though I’m worn
Yeah I’m worn
 
There were so many days I couldn't even hardly breathe. The effort it took to get myself up and ready for work. Then I would head to work and just get slammed there verbally. I kept questioning about "why" I was here, "why" this was happening to me and I kept pulling myself further from those that I love and those that could help me. I was beginning to allow Satan into my head telling me I wasn't worth being alive, I was poison, and that people would be better off without me. I fought in my head so many days, trying to be logical and telling myself I was worth it.
 
The many things I had seen the last 14 years while being a first responder were taking over my thoughts, I could not turn my head off. I would hear the screaming of the mother as she yelled at God when her infant baby died and we were not able to save it. I kept seeing the image of a woman's head in the bath tub when her son chopped It off. I could still smell the blood on the freeway of the woman that got hit by the truck and it drug pieces of her body for four miles and part of it was still connected to the semi trailer. The smells, the screams, the yelling, the death it wouldn't go away. I could not find any peace. I could not shut my head off long enough to have a few minutes of solace. Until the pills.
 
If I took them, I could get "out of my head" for a while and make the images go away. I could escape my life for just a little while and feel "normal" again. The fighting in my head went away for just a little while and it was awesome. At first I didn't need them everyday but later it got so bad that it just became a part of my routine. I would come home from work, I would know that I didn't have to go anywhere and drive and just escape and be free from the images, smells and sounds of the last 14 years that were haunting me.
 
No one understood. How could they. How could I talk about it when I was supposed to be "tough", not show emotion, and when I really didn't understand it myself. I seriously thought I was going crazy. I was isolating myself and pushing everyone around me away. I didn't feel worthy to attend church and finally one day I hit rock bottom. I took too many pills and just wanted to go away for a while. I needed to rest. I needed to sleep. I needed my brain to shut down and leave me alone.
 
I found myself in a recovery center. They helped a lot. However they did not even want to touch the images and problems I was having that were work related. My counselor said we did not have enough "time". We only had 30 days. I was able to fix some things and get back on the right path, but so much that still "haunts" me is there. Lurking and waiting for that moment of "weakness" that I let my guard down. I feel like if I just relax for one moment, the "monsters" will attack. I am still living my life with my guard up 100% of the time.
 
The images in the picture were an awesome welcome to 2015. I am working everyday to slowly break down those walls that continually have me keeping my guard up. I just want to feel "normal" again and be able to enjoy things without being nervous that something will "trigger" one of those thoughts, images or smells. Then I re-live the whole thing over again. I am focusing on the gospel and getting my relationship back with my heavenly father. I am finding that as I get that relationship back, the other relationships in my life that I did some damage to are also getting better. I am working hard on getting the relationship with "myself" back on track as well. There are still days that the anxiety and self destructive feelings kick in, but they are getting fewer and far between as I work my program and on my relationship with my heavenly father.
 
Although I think that I am glad 2014 is over I learned a lot about myself. I know that the following applies to me. "I believe 2014 was not my worst year but possibly my greatest"
My year of greatest STRENGTH
My year of greatest FAITH
My year of greatest HOPE
My year of greatest PATIENCE
My year of greatest RISK
My year of greatest DETERMINATION
My year of greatest COURAGE
and I know it will be one to remember. So 2014 I don't mind if the door hit you on the butt on your way out, but thank you for your trials. I know that I am a better person because you challenged me. You made me dig deep within and pull out strength and courage that I never knew I had. You forced me into taking a good hard look at myself and you broke me into hundreds of pieces and forced me to rebuild myself. I have rebuilt myself bigger and better and I know that everything you threw in my face was for a reason. I grew spiritually, physically and mentally and I came out on top. So although you will forever be engrained into my soul, you have made me pretty AWESOME...

 

Friday, January 2, 2015

30 Day Book of Mormon Challenge

Well 2015 is upon us. I have decided to do this 30 Day Book of Mormom Challenge. I know that it will be alot of reading and that I am going to need to be very disciplined and focused but I know that I can do this. I am going to have to stay off Facebook and just dedicate alot of that wasted time to reading.
I am so thankful for the scriptures and have seriously lacked in getting to know them better. I know that it is time for me to begin this journey of getting to know the scriptures better and I know that along with that will come many blessings for me and my family. One of the biggest blessings I hope to gain with this is better knowledge and understanding of not only the scriptures and the people in them, but myself.
I plan on keeping a journal of my readings and plan to do my best recording it in my blog to not only keep myself accountable, but to hopefully share some of the knowledge of scriputres that touch me at this point in my life.
I am so thankful for this gospel and I know it is the path on which I want to journey. Its time to do my part.
Happy Reading.
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