tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16654346392810336872024-03-13T06:42:54.710-06:00"I RECKON SO"life lessons from the plains of Kansas and other assorted states and countriesJenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-18177789469992667342014-02-17T00:12:00.003-07:002014-02-17T00:29:57.342-07:00The USS Missouri<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">This week I had a rather interesting service opportunity. The Honors Program here at BYU-H goes to Pearl Harbor every semester to help clean up the USS Missouri Memorial. To understand how cool this is you have to know some history so I'll give it to you just in case you don't already know. The USS Missouri is a battleship commissioned by the US Navy during World War II. It is where the Japanese signed the instruments of surrender to the Allied Forces on September 2, 1945.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The service project involved sweeping water off of the decks because it had been raining. When water pools on the decks it ruins the wood and steel and can be a hazard to people visiting the ship. I got to walk all over the battleship and explore some of the inner corridors on the upper decks. It was such a cool experience, and I'm super grateful I got to go. I practically went to the Navy enlistment office right then, but then I realized that the Navy has changed a lot since the USS Missouri was in use (it was last used in the Gulf War to bombard Iraqi outposts). I also have some health conditions that could potentially bar me from service... However, I will always remember the sacrifices that have been made to keep this country free and I will always be full of gratitude for those men and women who continue to serve in the United States military. They are heroes. </span></div>
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And because I still have thousands of pictures of China to share here are a few more.<br />
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Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-59766444815210612522014-02-09T20:10:00.004-07:002014-02-09T20:22:34.724-07:00Baptisms and Old Photos: Hawaii<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm sitting here watching a movie. I've seen in nearly a dozen times, but it's still so awesome. It's called Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration and you can watch it <a href="http://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2011-03-01-joseph-smith-the-prophet-of-the-restoration?category=feature-films&lang=eng" target="_blank">here</a>. Whether you are a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints or not this movie is full of truth and I can promise that you will feel the Spirit of God. If you have any questions after watching feel free to comment below or check out this website <a href="http://mormon.org/" target="_blank">here.</a> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><br />
On a related note, I also had the great opportunity to offer a prayer at the baptism of an awesome guy. His name is Joel, and he investigated and learned about the church for a year before he decided that it was true and that he wanted to be baptized. The Spirit was incredibly strong and I couldn't think of a better way to spend my Saturday night. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who watches over and cares for us. Hard things happen. Life isn't easy, but we can always rely on the love of God. In a world that's always changing we can find stability in His unchanging grace and strength.<br />
I was recently reading the blog of a friend of mine in Provo. Her name is Emily. She and I were both anatomy TA's at BYU. Her blog is pretty awesome. It's called <a href="http://ibelieveinhappiness.blogspot.com/p/me-llamo-emily-birch.html" target="_blank">Imagine Sunshine</a>. I was definitely inspired to look at the world with a little more gratitude. Also, I was reminded how much I miss being a TA. I loved every second of teaching that I got to do. I had brilliant students, less than brilliant students, annoying students, and awesome students and I loved helping each and every one of them.<br />
Anyway, as far as normal every day life goes not much has changed. I still go to class every day, work a few hours a week, and basically try not to get too swamped down with homework and such. I did have a nice break in the normal routine yesterday. A high school friend of mine, Amy, and her husband Sean were here on a business trip and I got to see them which was so nice.<br />
Life is good, people. The snow may pile up, the sky might be grey, but life is good.<br />
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This is a building in one of the gardens we visited. We visited several<br />
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We took a cruise down the Grand Canal of China. Admittedly, when I heard<br />
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Oh, I forgot to mention something important! My uncle Spencer is climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro in honor of my aunt and grandma who both passed away after fighting lengthy battles with cancer. Here is the link to his fundraising sight. <a href="http://www.crowdrise.com/spencerhayter" target="_blank">It's a good cause!</a> The money he raises will go to building a cancer center in Africa.<br />
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Also, my friend, Wendi, just informed me that she bought her ticket to Hawaii. I'm so stoked for the epic adventures to come this August!</div>
Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-90178512786944531612014-02-02T18:08:00.001-07:002014-02-02T18:19:08.287-07:00Introverts Unite Individually: Hawaii<div style="text-align: right;">
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Well, I promised weekly updates, but obviously that isn't happening. However, in recent discussions with my friend, Jenna, she told me that it's OK to blog about everyday boring stuff so that is what I'm going to do. Maybe it will turn out alright since living in Hawaii isn't something most people experience.</div>
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The campus of BYU-H is pretty close to where I live. I end up walking back and forth a few times a day since I have both morning and evening classes. Sometimes I like to walk in silence, but a lot of the time I listen to audio books. Within the first 3 weeks of being here I have listened to five books and I'm currently working on a sixth. The other books were good, but pretty standard; the Hobbit, The Fault in Our Stars, and such. The one I'm working on right now, though, is mind-blowing! It's called <u>Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking</u> by Susan Cain. I would try calling it QTPOIIWTCST, but that doesn't really help things. We'll just call it Quiet. It's about how America is based off of extrovert ideals, but we should really try to find a balance between extroversion and introversion. It gives a spectrum of introversion to extroversion and details how the two groups can work together to make their lives and this world a better place. I LOVE IT! I love it so much that I used all caps which is basically unheard of in my life because I'm a hardcore introvert. Every time Cain describes the attributes of introverts I get the biggest grin on my face, because she is describing me to a tee. I would highly recommend this book to both extroverts and introverts. It's a solid read backed with plenty of scientific studies and interesting stories.</div>
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Now that I'm through unofficially endorsing a fantastic book let's move on. Life in Laie is pretty great. It's almost always sunny, the temperature is balmy, and I love the small town life. Honolulu is close enough that I can get into a big city in about an hour which is nice. Life is good. My classes are going well and I'm starting to meet new people. I might even attend a party by the end of next month, but let's not get too crazy. For my friends, and even my random-readers-who-I-still-appreciate-even-if-I-don't-know-you, let me know if there's anything you want to know about, otherwise I'll just keep posting random and inconsequential things.</div>
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Oh, and I also promised a few posts ago to post more pictures from my trip to China so here ya go!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cart in the Shanghai Arboretum. If you ever go to Shanghai, you have to go to the<br />arboretum. It's incredible!</td></tr>
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Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-70280396137624270652014-01-12T23:16:00.002-07:002014-01-12T23:16:56.381-07:00A New Home... For Now...: Hawaii<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My dear sister, Addison, says that I need to be better about keeping my blog up to date since she and I are ditching the Facebook machine tomorrow. In the spirit of New Year's resolutions, here's to weekly updates! Anyway, since I last posted in October I have not set any new records, I haven't started dating anyone (much to my parent's chagrin), I have not started any new hobbies, and I didn't get a 4.0 in my last semester at BYU-Provo. That may seem pretty boring, but let's also review some other things that I didn't do. I didn't burn down a building. I didn't get arrested. I didn't do drugs. And I don't wear socks and sandals at the same time. I'd say I'm doing pretty well in life. The most important occurrence was my departure from the mainland of the U.S. of A to the sunny state of Hawaii where I will be spending the next 2.5 academic years in the town of Laie at BYU-Hawaii.</div>
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Pretty cool, eh? I live one block away from the Laie, Hawaii temple and four blocks from the beach. Beat that*! I spent my first Saturday hiking up Crouching Lion. It only took a couple hours, mostly because we stopped a lot to look out at the ocean. It's rather breathtaking. This past week my To Do list was packed. I had to see an adviser, find a job, register for classes, buy books, etc. Fortunately, I was successful in every endeavor except buying books because my books are going to cost a record breaking $600 this semester. I have to take out a separate loan for a set of books I'll only use once! Anyhoo, I'm living with my uncle, Spencer, who is only two years older than me and is also a student here. Hopefully I can make some friends quickly because he's getting married, and I'll need a new roommate. I don't have much else to report. I'll make sure to take some pics this week to share with all you lovely people**.<br />
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* I don't actually encourage pointless competitiveness and really don't care if you can top it because it's not that hard to top. Having said that, if you have an epic story I would love to hear it and even if you don't have an epic story and just want to talk that's fine, too. I like to listen.</div>
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**I don't pretend that my blog is read by millions. By the term "all" I mean my three faithful readers. If you're new to this blog I just want to say PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME! I'll get better at this.</div>
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Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-39530254278465074802013-10-28T22:08:00.000-06:002014-01-12T23:25:03.543-07:00China and Stuff and Such: China, Hawaii, California<br />
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Oh boy, I just don't even know where to begin! This past year has just been such a whirlwind of events. I just read through most of my previous posts and realized that I have made promises that have yet to be fulfilled. So here is the post where I catch you up on my recent adventures. I went to Hawaii nearly a year ago. It was so great that I decided to transfer from BYU-Provo to BYU-Hawaii. I will be a full-time student in Laie come January. Here are some pics:<br />
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I went to a friends wedding in San Diego in May. Have you ever wondered what a Mormon wedding is like? Here is a link to a site explaining why we Mormons place so much importance on families and temples. <a href="http://mormon.org/values/family">The Road to Eternity Found Here</a><br />
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Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-71018829314877227232013-02-05T22:32:00.002-07:002013-02-05T22:32:19.553-07:00From Utah To ChinaI'm sure it doesn't surprise anyone that I haven't posted anything in months, but it is time to start anew. Much has happened since my last post. I recently traveled to Boston where I met this delightful young lady who I am now dating. Her name is Kate, but that is a story for another time because it deserves a post of its own. In the mean time I shall give you the second most thrilling bit of news. I received an internship offer in China! How freakin' awesome is that? I am super stoked. I get to go to Jiao Tong University in Shanghai and take courses in microbiology. Then once classes are over I get to take a couple of weeks to travel to a handful of other cities to see the sites. I have a feeling that I will thoroughly enjoy this. You'd have to be crazy not to, I think.<br />
Anyway, the downside to this whole deal is that I am broke so here comes the shameless plug. (If you're new to my blog do not fear. I don't normally ask for handouts. Usually I just talk about my most recent adventures.) I started a crowdfunding campaign on IndieGoGo.com. It's called Shanghai Soon and it's soul purpose is to help me get to China. If you or your rich uncle want to give a guy a hand you can click on the link on the side bar to your right. There's incentives! Check it out.<br />
Now that my shameless plug is over check out my other posts. I hope you enjoy it!Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-75191682567552762362012-11-01T18:27:00.001-06:002014-01-12T23:25:37.911-07:00The Night I Could Have Died (but Laughed Instead): MissouriHello dear friends, readers, and enemies. It has been far too long since I lasted posted, and much has happened. Basically, I have stories enough to fill a library, but who wants to read all of the daily exploits of a lone man? Suffice it to say that I've been to Seattle, Kansas City, Kennewick, Salt Lake City, Independence, and Wichita. After so many travels it should be apparent that I have much to tell. I don't like sitting in front of a computer for very long and I strongly encourage others to reduce their screen time so I've taken a poll asking people what kind of stories they would like to hear. The winner is indubitably the category of "Old Memories." What constitutes an 'old memory'? I'm only twenty-two, for goodness sake. I've decided that old is relative and the story I'm going to tell is from approximately two years ago.<br />
It happened on a cold February night (and by cold I mean my tears froze to my face.) Anyway, I was about 17 months into my mission, and I thought I had seen just about everything. I hadn't. My companion and I got a call from some sister missionaries in our zone saying that they were at the hospital and were wondering if we could come sit with them in the waiting room. This is at 11 pm, mind you. So Josh (formerly known as Elder Terrasas) and I hopped in the car and took the 40 minute drive to the hospital to rescue the poor dears. (This was all done with permission of course.) When we finally arrived we were exhausted, frustrated (we got lost more than once in the downtown Kansas City streets), and a bit peeved that the sisters had gone to one of the most dangerous hospitals in our mission boundaries. The first thing that I noticed was that I was the only white man in the whole office that wasn't wearing scurbs or a stethoscope. Now race is not an issue to me. Usually. But when it comes down to it it's just not safe for a lone white man to be alone in downtown Kansas City at night. Well, I wasn't alone. I had Josh with me, but what chance does a 5'7 Mexican and a 5'9 Jew stand against a cold metal gun. No chance at all. Anyway, the Lord was on my side that night. The only thing I became a target for were complaints. Apparently the little white man is supposed to have power. Within minutes of arrival, after having found the sisters in the ER waiting room (where they had been for 7 hours now), a man came up to me and started complaining about how the orderlies "was kickin' sick people wy (while) they down,' and he wanted to know what I was 'goin' do 'bout it.' I, of course, had no solution to his dilemma. I got the full story later. Apparently, he had been sleeping on the floor of the ER which violated fire codes and such. A nurse had come up and tapped the man with his foot and asked him to sit in a chair. The man jumped off the floor and went on a five minute rant about how wrong it was to 'kick sick people wy they down.' I was supposed to make it better. I said sorry and walked away.<br />
Many more incredible and exceedingly funny things happened that night. We were at the hospital until 6 in the A.M. The next day was brutal, but the stories we have are certainly fun to tell. Next time I'll tell you a story that is a bit more recent. I feel that my exploits in Seattle are worth mentioning as well as my trip to Kansas City. And in 20 days I shall have tales of sunshine and beaches to warm your winter weary hearts, because I'm going to Hawaii! Then in Dec. I will share the details of my trip to Boston which is sure to be a winner in more ways than one ; ) Stay strong. Do good, be good!<br />
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I feel like today was one of those days that I can just sit back and be so thankful that I was alive to experience it. Really it wasn't much different than most other days, but for some reason I was much more aware of everything that was good. I have a pretty good idea as to why this day was different. It's because I decidedly made it so. I began with a prayer. This is important to me. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and a devout follower of Christ. Therefore it is important to me have a strong relationship with Him and with my Heavenly Father. <br />
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Anyway, I have also been reading Stephanie Nielson's autobiography <em>Heaven is Here.</em> It was this huge wake up call to me. I have a very capable and healthy body, and I don't treat it at all the way I should. I am definitely more sedentary than I should be. So after finishing this truly inspirational story I got to work. After being gone on vacation for a week (details to come) I had a lot of catching up to do. This is good for me psychologically. It puts me in overdrive, and I work far more efficiently. Usually I listen to music while I work. In my opinion, the music I listen to is pretty darn awesome; Radical Face, Fleetfoxes, Regina Spektor, Noah and the Whale, etc,. Today, however, I started off with some Grieg and Holst, both classical composers, while simultaneously listening to a wonderful talk by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland from the last General Conference. It was nice to switch things up. Even better was heading to Institute right after work. Our stake president's wife has been teaching a series on self-reliance spiritually and physically. It has been amazing, and I learned so much. Sister Mullen brought up an excellent point that me me think. She asked if we had ever been hungry or thirsty for knowledge or if maybe we had been in school so long that we had been blessed not to experience that feeling. I realized that there have been very few times that when I have literally hungered for knowledge regarding a certain subject, and each time I had diligently searched for it it had opened doors that would never have opened had I only been a passive participant in my education. I immediately resolved to always be learning. </div>
Directly after institute I made the impromptu decision to hike the "Y". It's not a long hike and I started soon enough that I made it to the top before it was dark. I sat at the top of the right fork of the "Y" and looked out at Utah Valley. I had forgotten how beautiful it was. The lights blinked and twinkled like a blanket of copper pennies. I looked northward and saw the mountains standing tall, but they weren't imposing or sinister. They stood as sentinels looking down on the valley. I looked westward. Of course there was a range of mountains there, too, and at the foot of these was Utah Lake. By now it was dark enough that the lake, mountains, and sky all met in, what seemed to me, a seamless veil of deep purples, blues, and grays. The lights coming from the houses on the far side of the lake were like the lighting bugs I used to catch in Kansas. At this point it was getting really dark and I needed to start my descent. (I make it sound like a big deal when really it's only 1.2 miles.) I was about to get up when a couple of teenagers appeared on the path and with them started the rapid rattling of the baby rattle snake that was no more than 8 feet away from my left hand, but had failed <span style="background-color: white;">to</span> see because it was so dark. I had walked right past it. We all waited for it to slither off down the face of the "Y", but it changed it's mind and started back up the mountain instead. I was certainly more observant on my way down than I had been on the way up. In fact, I was quite paranoid. <br />
Well, I made it down without any fatal snake bites or cougar attacks, and here I sit, having showered and eaten, watching Nacho Libre and telling myself that I really should be in bed. So I will sign off and reckon that I should make every ordinary day like this one into something to be grateful for. <br />
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Seeing as how I sit in the same office from 9 am to 5 pm for 5 days of the week I figured I could describe it to my dear readers. Now I know that it has been some time since I last posted, and I have had several wonderful adventures since my last post so I will endeavor to play 'catch-up' in a later post. In the mean time, let's take a walk to work, shall we?<br />
I take the stairs up to the 6th floor of the Harold B. Lee Library each morning around 9 in the a.m. I drop my lunch off in my locker, and then I meander through the maze of cubicles and bookshelves to my cubicle on the south side of the building. I sit in my comfy blue office chair and flip on the computer. It has two monitors since a lot of the work I do requires multiple programs to be open at one time. Now I look around. To my right and left are about a thousand government documents in French and English. They are reports, lists, and questionnaires given by the League of Nations ranging in date from 1927-1945ish. I touch history when I work on that project. Behind me is a bookshelf. Usually it holds a small collection of books that are rather problematic to work with. More importantly, it holds the LP's that I am responsible for cataloging. Farther to my right is a book truck stuffed with Spanish books covering various topics. There is also a small table and another book truck both piled high with books that I have finished working on and are now waiting to be reviewed by my boss. Hidden in this jumble of books and documents and LP's are a coat-rack, a chair for any guests I may have (usually my boss), and a phone that I don't use. Oh, and I have a microfilm reader, but we haven't dealt with that antiquated stuff in months.<br />
My office is basically filled with a random mix of books and music and documents. And I love it. My job is so great. Sometimes a huge stack of new novels will come through. Sometimes a big box of books headed for the LDS Business College will land on my desk. My favorites are the genealogical books because I know that each time one of those reaches the shelf new names can be found by eager genealogists seeking to offer the blessings of the gospel to deceased ancestors. I reckon I have one of the greatest on-campus jobs there is.<br />
Now I just need to cover the peachy gray color of my cubicle walls with a
rainbow of pigment. My office needs colors and pictures and paintings.
It's boring at the moment. No one could tell it was my space just by
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<br />Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-62369982514682839832012-04-21T11:58:00.000-06:002014-01-12T23:28:02.793-07:00Let Summer Begin: UtahThis is where summer starts. A good playlist. A grand adventure. Family,
friends, and BBQ's. But even the most scintillating smells of summer must be
preceded by something far more sinister. It is devoid of sunshine.
It crowds out laughter. It even makes grown men cry. Some people call it
'hell.' I call it finals. <br />
It is a sad truth, dear people, that the week of finals, no matter how sunny
or bright it may appear, is actually just a raging storm of despair. Students
from freshman to super seniors are crammed into every nook and cranny of campus
studying until steam trails begin to drift from their ears. It all happens so
quickly. One week everyone is outside enjoying the lacy pink and white blooms
of various trees and shrubs, playing Frisbee, and finding love, and the next
week it's all forgotten; lost in the mire of study guides and flashcards. It's
over almost as soon as it began. Perhaps, dear people, you wonder how the
author faired in such grotto of melancholy madness? I am pleased to inform the
masses that I passed every class, even if it wasn't with flying colors. OK, in
all reality I took a nose dive and managed to escape with just a few scrapes
and bruises. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Joyously, however, it is
over. The blossoms are still around and love can still be found, dear reader. I
am here to tell say that the Lord definitely watches over His people. Without
His help I would probably be on academic probation or something, but my brain
was blessed, for certain. <br />
Oh but let us not dwell on such unhappy things as finals. Let me detail just how beautiful life is now. I work at the library on campus. It's a wonderful place to work, but what makes it even better is the walk I take to get there. As I walk I pass flowering trees with branches weighed down with the most aromatic delicate pink blossoms. Some trees are drenched in white petals that rain down when the wind blows. They spin and swirl in the breeze. There is a little quad of trees with deep brown spindly limbs that are papered in rich pink flowers. They look very much like coral. I stroll past ducks and robins and families with little kids laughing. All in all this daily experience makes me sound rather sappy, but I wouldn't trade it. I love it and I reckon that I might just get used to this school after all.<br />
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Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-87516036201557080012012-02-15T22:52:00.001-07:002012-02-20T19:47:59.503-07:00Silly Captive Words: CaliforniaDo you have moments when you are content to be in a supine position? Your back is on the floor, Norah Jones sets the ambiance, and you could simply exist in limbo for hours. I think it's a blessing to catch these moments. They contain a therapeutic element; a means of catharsis. Dive in deeper with me. Your back isn't just on the floor, it's on the sand. Norah Jones may be playing, but if she is it's only a small tune in the back of your mind. The real music comes from the gulls and the waves and the people. The gulls cry out in a weary melody. The waves are the beat. The people offer up the lyrics not so much in words as in the ever present rumble of humanity. It's a good noise.<br />
Maybe you have your favorite novel in hand. But remember, for every word on the page there are a thousand pictures all around you and every picture is worth a thousand words. These words aren't held captive, either. No amount of cleverness could ever capture them. Not even the most skilled author could chain these words to a page, because these words are wild. They were never meant to be tamed. They are embodied in the jellyfish on the beach, the shell in the little girls hand, the sand castle the boy and his dad made from wet sand, driftwood, and seaweed. Who are you to read silly captive words in this singular moment full of the wild words?<br />
The waves are full of stories better than anything you brought along. Listen to them. One has a tale of sadness. The fisherman down the way lost his boat. He couldn't make the payments. But the next wave is playful. She and the breeze have become friends. The breeze picks up a sun hat lying on an empty chair. He tosses it into the waiting hands of the wave who pushes it about until the elegant lady it belongs to rescues it. She has to get wet and though she huffs about it she really enjoyed the moment of childlike innocence as the wave washed around her, the hat in tow. The wave never intended to keep it anyway. She just wanted to play.<br />
The sun falls from the sky much faster than any of the kids would like, but he is tired. He had so many hearts to warm and souls to rescue from the darkness. All he has strength for is one last hour of pink and orange draped across white clouds and then he sinks into the sea for a much needed nap.<br />
Each moment has a thousand pictures and each picture is worth a thousand words. Don't miss the wild words because your mind is too engrossed in the silly captive ones. There will be time for those when the sun is sleeping, I reckon.<br />
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I am very grateful that my Heavenly Father knows exactly what I need. I say that with a grain of salt because I feel that trials keep stacking up. Someone keeps putting rocks in my backpack. Fortunately, our wonderful Father in Heaven sends me little shots of light that I can tuck away for later. Today's little boost was found in Alma 17 and when I say it was found there I mean it was encompassed in the entire chapter. I love it. The Lord had me in mind when He said and did those things. I am sure of it and I say it without irony. He had just completed the Atonement and I would like to think that everything He suffered was not so soon forgotten. I am sure the pain was still very real in His mind, easily recalled but easily relieved because He had also completed the single greatest act in human history. He had created a way for our pain to find relief, our burdens to be laid aside, and our sins to be swept away in a flood of compassion. That is what I am thankful for. </div>
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After some time, though not much, Angela made the fateful decision to be baptized. She honored me by asking me to baptize her, though the real credit of her baptism goes to the Holy Spirit and Elder Adamson Bryner, a dear friend of mine who helped her understand the importance of baptism.<br />
The day of her baptism was filled with suspense. She often arrives for things just in the nick of time, and her baptism was no exception. I was dressed in white, and so was she. As we sat next to each other I couldn't help but smile as I thought of the miraculous way in which she found the church. Heavenly Father knows us, His children. He knows where to find us. He knows how to help us. He knew that Angela was ready to accept the gospel and He sent us, two young missionaries and a dear friend named Mike. I cannot express the love I feel for my Savior, my Heavenly Father, Angela, Mike, and all the others who have touched my life with their love and faith.<br />
Do you think the Lord knows <i>you</i>? I reckon so.Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-5462259032724064542012-01-20T17:05:00.003-07:002012-02-20T19:48:36.781-07:00My Friends Mike and Angela: Part 1: MissouriI was going to wait until February to tell this story so that it would be on the one year anniversary of the blessed event, but I can't wait that long. (I am severely impatient when it comes to things like this.)This story is important to me. It strengthened my testimony beyond measure. It's also a long story so I will share it in two parts. It's not flowery or poetic, but it's simple and lovely.<br />
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Almost one year ago I was living in Blue Springs, MO. My missionary companion and I were working hard to teach people about the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. One man that we worked with had been a member of the LDS church but had started working Sundays and eventually just stopped coming even when he could. Fortunately, he started coming back with the help of his home teachers, and he didn't just come back slowly or lazily. He came back with a fire. He wanted to spread the happiness he had with everyone. His name is Mike. This takes us to a cold night in February a month or so since he had returned to church. The three of us were driving through an apartment complex, 15 or so buildings each about 3 stories tall, when we saw a man walking alone in the dark heavy night. Mike waved at him and he waved back. Immediately, Mike shouted at me to stop the car and park. I asked him why and this dialogue followed:<br />
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</div>Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-2129221778402462162012-01-16T23:58:00.000-07:002012-02-20T19:48:48.503-07:00Rain: KansasSometimes it rains. But not all rain is the same. Sometimes dark monstrous storms gather around and the outcome seems bleak. The rain is hard and cold. It stings and bites.The lightning is jagged and lights the sky with a cruel glow. Other times a drizzle so fine it almost seems like a mist envelopes spreading a quiet melancholy until the sun banishes it with brilliant rays. My favorite rain is Kansas rain. Bright gray thunderclouds swoop in and unleash buckets of happy drops that dance in the streets, and when that happens I only have one option. I have to dance with them. The slow rumbling thunder is our music. The dance steps are light. Bare feet perform each step elated to be free. We leap about in the roads that are now rivers. I see the bright red cardinal who lives across the street and I hear him calling to me. We are old friends. He wakes me up each morning with his care-free warbling and I answer his call with a whistle of my own. Now in the rain he is a brilliant speck of red against the dove gray clouds. We whistle and dance together. Five minutes later the rain has stopped. The sun is back, and I am wet. But, I am happy.<br />
I wonder if life is a lot like the different storms. Sometimes we are pelted with cold icy trials that gnaw at our defenses until we are left huddled and shivering. Other times they weigh upon us like the mist. It seems infinite and we can't see if the end is near let alone the end of our own noses. I figure that the way we view our storms depends on our attitude. I forget that sometimes and my trials seem pretty big and menacing or endless and gray. Tonight, however, I was able to sit down with a couple of my best friends who reminded me that my storms don't have to be that way. The Lord has a perfect plan. I know this. I testified of it for two years. I just forgot. I stopped to evaluate just how grande this storm really is and because the Lord is part of that perspective this time the clouds aren't so black. In fact, I can see the purple painted in. The grays are warmer. The drops aren't so cold and they even have an awkward little shuffle going on. I can't see my friend, the cardinal, but I can hear his song. It's not the happiest storm, but I think I can do that awkward shuffle the raindrops are teaching me and maybe tomorrow I will dance.<br />
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I love meeting new people. It's one of my favorite things to do, actually, but I was never blessed with the social capacity of easily interacting with large groups of people at once. I get sort of lost in the mire of gossip and conversation and then it just becomes background noise like the sound of sirens in Kansas City or the trains in Mulvane. Every once in while some well-meaning soul will come and interrupt my isolated reverie and bring my thoughts careening back into the present. I am grateful for these people. They tend to be good listeners. I like to listen and I love to be heard. I am not as dull and obtuse as I look, and I have discovered that most people are that way. You can gain much from listening. I am striving to be a better listener with the hope that someone will later return the favor. Do you think that big ears might not be such a bad thing? I reckon so.<br />
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</h2>Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1665434639281033687.post-53721228956848811482012-01-16T00:09:00.000-07:002012-02-20T19:49:18.505-07:00Introductions: UtahI figure I should introduce myself properly. My name is Jens, but I have been granted many appellations in my lifetime. My favorites; Elder, Jensie, J, and Hayterade (due to my wonderful last name and a friend named Brittany.) You can just call me Jens.<br />
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I like swimming, reading, people-watching, and Kansas, though perhaps not in that order. The greatest treasure I have is the knowledge and relationship I have with my Savior. I don't know exactly where I would be without His guidance, but the thought comes to mind of a dreary wet barrel and the smell of misery. </div>
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I don't have the wit of my dear friend Sarah J. I lack the sheer brilliance that Meggie has. I'm not practical like Sydnie Juniper, and I am not nearly as ambitious or hard-working as Kim. Still, my thoughts get a little bit cramped in the recesses of my mind, and they start complaining. I reckon things might clear up a bit if I let them go. </div>Jenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753774869197800925noreply@blogger.com0