Dandelion Days

A few days ago, as I was working in the kitchen, I heard a tap-tap-tap on the sliding glass door which leads to our backyard.

Turning around, I saw Reilly grinning ear to ear with a single red hollyhock blossom in her cupped hands.

"Here, Mom," she exclaimed, "this is for you!"

After much fuss and fanfare over her beautiful offering I sent her back out the door to play.

It wasn't but a few moments later that the tapping recommenced.

This time I opened the door to a single white rose she had picked off one of our climbing vines.

And again a short while after that, the final blossom and pièce de résistance-- a sunny yellow dandelion.

"Isn't it beautiful, Mom?"  she implored, "I picked them just for you!"

I assured her that I had never loved a bouquet more than her beautiful hand-picked treasures.  And that I loved her more than I could say.

 She glowed and gave me an enormous hug.  Scampering off, she turned to give me a final quick smile and then raced back outside-- most likely for a climb in her beloved apple tree.

a treasured bouquet

I smiled as I arranged my beautiful blossoms in a shallow glass bowl, and considered how I treasured that little dandelion just as much as the other flowers.  It may not have been as showy or fine a bloom as the others, but I knew it had been given to me in love.  And that was all that mattered.

I love these words of Elder Neal A. Maxwell:

"...Sometimes with smudges on our cheeks, dirt on our hands, and shoes untied, stammeringly but smilingly we present God with a dandelion-- as if it were an orchid or a rose!  If for now, the dandelion is the best we have to offer, He receives it, knowing what we may later place upon the altar." (That Ye May Believe, [1992], 100)

As I move through life, I've come to recognize that some days are just going to end up better than others.  Sometimes I feel that things are going pretty well and think that maybe, just maybe, my offerings might reach rose or hollyhock caliber.  But many times-- perhaps more often than not-- I feel perfectly inadequate, and lament over how weak and ridiculous I can be.  Still I press forward, presenting my dandelions to the Lord with all of the love in my heart.

And He loves and accepts my humble offering all the same.

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I fear you sisters do not realize in the smallest part the extent of your influence for good in your families, in the Church, and in society.  Your influence for good is incalculable and indescribable...  Occasionally, however, you are too hard on yourselves.  You think that if your offering is not quite perfect, it is not acceptable.  I tell you, however, that if you have done your best, which you usually do, your humble offering, whatever it may be, will be acceptable and pleasing to the Lord.
(President James E. Faust, "Instruments in the Hands of God," October 2005 General Relief Society Meeting) 

He Heals the Broken Heart

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?  Then he is not omnipotent.  

Is he able, but not willing?  Then he is malevolent.  

Is he both willing and able?  Then whence cometh evil?  Then why call him God?

- attributed to Epicurus, Greek Philosopher (341-270 B.C.)

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This seeming paradox presented so long ago still rings true to many people in the world today.

Why is there suffering in the world if God is all-loving?
Why do bad things happen to good people?  (And good things to bad people?)
Why are some prayers answered and yet others seem to be completely ignored?

In other words:

Where was God when we needed Him most?

This is a question I have considered over the years as I have lived through heart-wrenching experiences in my own life.

A couple of years ago I wrote a post that touched on some of my thoughts about this topic, and many of those same thoughts have resurfaced this week as I read touching blog posts by my cousins Robin and Melanie about the loss of their brother Scott to an aggressive form of cancer that took his life just six short weeks after diagnosis.   He was twenty-eight years old. 

I remember sitting in church just a couple of weeks after Bryson and I lost one of our best friends to brain cancer, listening to a lesson on spiritual gifts.  Much time was spent in discussion of the gift of healing and story after miraculous story was shared about friends and family members who had been saved from injury and death.  It was like a knife to the gut.  

I clearly remember thinking, "If faith is all it takes, then where was our miracle?"

Jen was twenty-eight years old, too, just like my cousin Scott.  She left behind her devoted husband and adorable three-year-old little boy. 

And that is just the tip of the iceberg.

I reflect upon those close to me who struggle with real pain.  Deep pain.  Not just physical, but emotional too.  Trauma from the horrors of past abuse, chronic and unrelenting physical pain, debilitating illness, crippling depression... and the list goes on.

The question echoes, "Why would a benevolent God allow such suffering?"

The short answer is that this life was never meant to be an exercise in constant pleasure and frivolity.  Though God loves each of us completely and perfectly, we were not placed here just so we could enjoy ourselves and bask in that ever-present love.  Life is meant to be a learning experience, a training ground.  We are taught that opposition is a necessary part of mortality.

For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things.  If not so... righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad.  (2 Ne. 2:11)

President Joseph Fielding Smith had this to say on the subject:

The simple fact is that we came here to partake of the bitter as well as the sweet, to gain knowledge and wisdom through the experiences which mortality affords...  It is a mistaken and foolish notion to think that mortality should be a place for the children of our Eternal Father that should be free from any pain, sickness, or trial of our faith, and eventually mortal death.  To come face-to-face with pain as well as pleasure, sickness as well as health, and eventually death-- we came here definitely to obtain these experiences.  They will be essential to our progress in the world to come, which progress would have been retarded if we had been freed from all these things.  It is absolutely essential that every soul should partake of these experiences.  They help to make us strong.
(Joseph Fielding Smith, Answers to Gospel Questions, 57, 60-61.)

Our trials can lead to a deepened humility that is conducive to greater spiritual growth.  If we do not allow ourselves to become closed off and bitter, suffering can be a purifying fire.  We can emerge from the difficult life experiences stronger and wiser.  We are filled with greater compassion and empathy for others.  We are more aware of the joyful and tender moments in our lives.  And along with a deeper spirituality comes a greater awareness of who and whose we really are.

But it is absolutely crucial to remember that even in the midst of our pain, God has not left us to suffer alone.

Always, our Savior stands ready to carry us when we feel we can go no further.

And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.

And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.
(Alma 7:11-12)

He will bind the broken hearts, and strengthen the feeble knees.
He knows how, because He has been there before.
His miraculous Atonement not only paid the price for our sins but also all of our pain and suffering.

And in ways we are unable to comprehend, He can lift our burdens and heal our wounds.

Elder Dallin H. Oaks elaborated:

Healing blessings come in many ways, each suited to our individual needs, as known to Him who loves us best.  Sometimes a 'healing' cures our illness or lifts our burden.  But sometimes we are 'healed' by being given strength or understanding or patience to bear the burdens placed upon us.  The healing power of the Lord Jesus Christ-- whether it removes our burdens or strengthens us to endure and live with them like the apostle Paul-- is available for every affliction in mortality.
("He Heals the Heavy Laden," October 2006)

Our Savior Himself explained, "These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace.  In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)

And also, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)

I like the sound of that.

Solace amidst the suffering in this troubled world can be found in the all-encompassing embrace of our Savior.

He has not forsaken me, and He will not forsake you.
Of that, I am certain.

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{five things • vii}

This past week, the kids and I took the opportunity to drive up the canyon one sunny afternoon to luxuriate in the natural fireworks display put on by the beautiful autumn leaves.  For my five things this Friday, I thought I would share a few of the photographs I was able to take from the car.  (Logan hasn't been feeling well, so we kept ourselves confined within-- away from the cool mountain breeze.)

Nature in its splendor always reminds me of the scripture found in the book of Alma:

...And all things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it, yea, and its motion...and also the planets which move in their regular form do witness that there is a Supreme Creator.  (Alma 30:44)  

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For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies,

For the love which from our birth over and around us lies

Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

(Foillot S. Pierpoint) 

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Repost: Small and Simple Things

This is a post I originally wrote in September of 2009.
Reilly had recently turned three, and I was just a few weeks pregnant with my twins.
It will be a familiar story to those of you who know my family, but even two years later, it still clearly articulates my thoughts on faith and receiving answers to prayer.

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Truly, God answers prayers.
And not just the big ones.

One of my personal goals in life is to rely more on my Heavenly Father and to understand more fully the promptings of the Spirit.

It is most definitely a work in progress.

I have learned to act on certain feelings and impressions I have concerning friends and family-- although I wouldn't have necessarily considered them inspiration at the time-- and through these experiences have become increasingly aware that the Holy Ghost speaks to our hearts much more often than we might think.

Over the past few months I have tried to seek out a little more time for quiet meditation-- to turn off the TV, computer, music (that is a tough one for me!) and just reflect. I'm not always consistent with it, and I'm definitely not great at it, but over time it has made a considerable difference in my life.

This year there have been a lot of things to pray about on the grand scale. A dying friend. A newborn nephew's struggles. A beloved aunt having heart surgery. A favorite uncle suffering a horrible spiral break of his arm. A sister getting married. A horseback riding accident that seriously injured my mom.

It is easy to pray when the heavy trials of life come knocking.

Our faith tells us that God will hear our prayers during these times of adversity.
But-- for me at least-- sometimes it is difficult to remember that God stands ready to answer all our prayers.

Even the seemingly insignificant ones.

Last week we had the misfortune of Sheepie going missing again.
(Yes, again.)

It was late.
I was not feeling well and was completely drained of all energy.

Reilly was beside herself with grief for her missing friend, and Bryson could not find her anywhere despite his extensive search efforts both within and outside the house. He crashed on the couch, telling me that he simply couldn't look anymore.

There was nothing left in the tank.

He put Reilly to bed without Sheepie, and she continued to cry inconsolably in her room. I knew we would be in for a long night if we were unable to locate her. To complicate matters further, the next day promised to be long and hectic even without a broken night's sleep.

Not finding Sheepie just wasn't an option this night.

Feeling slightly silly but not knowing what other options we had, I took to my knees.
I prayed for the insight to find Sheepie.

Afterward, I got to my feet and instantly knew she was in Bryson's & my room somewhere. I had felt that impression previously, but now the thought was all-consuming. I knew she was in our room. I walked in our bedroom and immediately my eyes were drawn to Bryson's laptop briefcase. I couldn't help laughing to myself as I unzipped one of the compartments and rescued the poor, trapped Sheepie.

It was just so like Reilly to put her in a small zippered compartment (purses are actually one of her favorite hiding spots), but we would have never checked the laptop case in a million years. The kids *never* touch it. We had walked past it several times in our previous searches.

After that evening, I pretty much learned my lesson.

Our Heavenly Father is mindful of us, and knows our needs-- even the small heartfelt desires of a little child. So when the same thing happened just a couple nights later, my faith was already in place. After we did all that we could do, I said another simple prayer on Reilly's behalf.

However, this time I didn't get an impression of where Sheepie was; only that I needed to do a load of laundry. Tired and grumpy, I had no desire to do laundry-- and did not grasp the concept that my stray thought just might be related to the ongoing search for Sheepie.

We went to bed. Just after midnight, I awoke to Reilly's cry for her beloved friend. She went back to sleep on her own after a couple minutes, but I was left wide awake. I could not sleep. After deciding that lying in the dark staring at the ceiling was pretty pointless, I got up. I decided to get that load of laundry in the washer while I was at it. After the cycle was over, I opened up the washer, and much to my chagrin discovered Sheepie right on top of the clothing. I still have no idea when or how she arrived at that location.

Faith isn't something that has come easily to me all the time. I have a tendency to over-think, over-analyze, and rationalize that my emotions are just messing around with me. I wish I were more like Bryson, whose faith is an unshakable gift. I have difficulty not knowing all the answers to the questions that perplex me. It has taken practice to let go of that and simply hold on to the seed of faith.

I have a deeper appreciation for the words of Alma in the Book of Mormon:

Now, as I said concerning faith—that it was not a perfect knowledge—even so it is with my words. Ye cannot know of their surety at first, unto perfection, any more than faith is a perfect knowledge.

But behold, if ye will awake and arouse your faculties, even to an experiment upon my words, and exercise a particle of faith, yea, even if ye can no more than desire to believe, let this desire work in you, even until ye believe in a manner that ye can give place for a portion of my words. 

Now, we will compare the word unto a seed. Now, if ye give place, that a seed may be planted in your heart, behold, if it be a true seed, or a good seed, if ye do not cast it out by your unbelief, that ye will resist the Spirit of the Lord, behold, it will begin to swell within your breasts; and when you feel these swelling motions, ye will begin to say within yourselves—It must needs be that this is a good seed, or that the word is good, for it beginneth to enlarge my soul; yea, it beginneth to enlighten my understanding, yea, it beginneth to be delicious to me.
 (Alma 32: 26-28)


In today's society, it can be easy to dismiss God as an active participant in our lives. Some even doubt whether He exists at all. Religion is rejected as merely the opiate of the masses, and spiritual experience is believed to be nothing but a series of chemical reactions in the brain. However, I truly believe if even the smallest part of you wants to believe in Him-- if you work at it-- you can feel His continual presence in your life. Faith will replace doubt, and His love will flood every aspect of your life. Even the small and simple parts.


Take it from someone who's been there.

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Miraculous, Not Ridiculous

"We love the goofiness of Mormon stories.  Some of them are incredulous, and we loved almost all the Mormons that we had ever met.  So this was sort of this conundrum that we like to talk about-- we think what they believe is really, really ridiculous, and yet they seem like pretty happy people."

- Trey Parker, creator of the irreverent Broadway musical 'The Book of Mormon'

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In the past when people have discovered that I am a Latter-Day Saint, I have often been met with open curiosity.

The look on their face more times than not has seemed to say-- in a similar vein as Mr. Parker:
"Um, seriously?  But you seem pretty well-educated and normal.  How could you believe such an unbelievable story?"

Would you like to hear my honest answer?

To me, believing that Joseph Smith truly had a vision and received golden plates is no different than believing Moses spoke to a burning bush and received the Ten Commandments.  Both accounts are-- upon first glance-- unbelievable.  To the believer, however, both accounts are simply miraculous.   

Unlike a 2006 article from Slate Magazine which asserted, "One may object that all religious beliefs are irrational—what's the difference between Smith's "seer stone" and the virgin birth or the parting of the Red Sea? But Mormonism is different because it is based on such a transparent and recent fraud," I don't see why I should be branded as an imbecile for believing God spoke to a prophet in 1820 or even that He still speaks today in 2011.  What difference should a date in time make?  If God spoke in Old Testament times, I personally don't see why He would be incapable of speaking today.

(Many thanks to my friend Bryce for the quote from Slate, please visit his blog for an interesting post on this subject.) 

Critics of my faith would have you believe that Joseph Smith was a charismatic con man, seeking fame or power, or some other worldly accolade.
That the five hundred and thirty-one pages of the Book of Mormon, which were transcribed in approximately 75 days, are a complete and utter fabrication. 

Now, I like to think of myself as a writer of sorts, and that statistic alone boggles my mind.
75 days?!?!

In fact, as someone who writes fairly compulsively, there are many things about the Book of Mormon that cause me to take it seriously, even just from an authorial standpoint.  (Chiasmus, anyone?)  Acclaimed science fiction novelist Orson Scott Card has even written a pretty extensive article on this topic, which I have found incredibly fascinating.  

However, all these interesting little tidbits are not the why of my core belief in the Book of Mormon.  

My testimony comes from a spiritual confirmation that can only result from reading its pages and humbly petitioning the Lord in prayer.  I have read the Book of Mormon, every word.  And, like the Bible, I know it is an inspired book.  The peace I have felt while immersing myself in its pages has been life-altering.  It has answered prayers, and led me to a deeper and more meaningful relationship with my Savior.

That is why I believe.

And although many may scoff and wonder at the implausibility of the Joseph Smith story, I can only stand and wonder at the miracle of it all.  

“All the ingenuity of all the men under heaven could not compose and present to the world a book like the Book of Mormon. Its principles are divine—they are from God. They could never emanate from the mind of an imposter, or from the mind of a person writing a novel. Why? Because the promises and prophecies it contains are being fulfilled in the sight of all the earth.”


- President Wilford W. Woodruff  (1807–98), Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Wilford Woodruff (2004), 119.

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{five things for friday • vi}

I was inspired by Kimberly's post last week (and guest post today at We Talk of Christ, We Rejoice in Christ!), so for my Friday Five today I'm happy to present five of my favorite verses from the Book of Mormon.

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Helaman 5:12

And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.

This has been my favorite scripture ever since I memorized it for my early-morning high school seminary class.  

Although we may encounter seemingly insurmountable trials in this life, if we can remember to build our foundation on Christ we will not fail.  

I also love the use of the word "remember."

I have always been inspired by President Kimball's words, "When you look in the dictionary for the most important word, do you know what it is?  It could be 'remember.'  Because all of [us] have made covenants... our greatest need is to remember.  'Remember' is the word."

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2 Nephi 4:15-35

This section of scripture is more commonly referred to as the Psalm of Nephi.

As it is quite lengthy, I won't quote it in its entirety, but here are some of my favorite snippets:

Awake, my soul!  No longer droop in sin.  Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.

O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness!  O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before mine enemies!  Wilt thou make my path straight before me!

O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever.

 (That line has become my daily mantra.)

Yea, I know that God will give liberally to him that asketh.  Yea, my God will give me, if I ask not amiss; therefore I will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, I will cry unto thee, my God, the rock of my righteousness.

I completely relate to Nephi's lamentation of his own weakness, and his absolute dependence on the Savior for mercy and grace.  It is a beautiful chapter of scripture, one I turn to again and again.

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Alma 5:14-15,19

Have ye spiritually been born of God?  Have ye received his image in your countenances?  Have ye experienced this mighty change in your hearts?

Do ye exercise faith in the redemption of him who created you?  Do you look forward with an eye of faith, and view this moral body raised in immortality, and this corruption raised in incorruption, to stand before God to be judged according to the deeds which have been done in the mortal body?

I say unto you, can ye look up to God at that day with a pure heart and clean hands?  I say unto you, can you look up, having the image of God engraven upon your countenances?

These questions which Alma the Younger poses to the people of Zarahemla are no less applicable to our day.  The idea of having the image of God engraven on our countenance is beautiful and poignant.  To me, it is a perfect description of what we should be striving for as we take upon ourselves the name of Christ.

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Ether 12:6

And now, I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because you see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.

This is counsel I need to hear over and over again.

I like to have all the answers laid out ahead of me, but most of the time the Lord doesn't work like that.  We have to have faith enough to take a few steps in the darkness before the way is lit before us.  But eventually, the light will come.  It always does.

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Alma 37:6-7

Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise.

And the Lord God doth work by means to bring about his great and eternal purposes; and by very small means the Lord doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls.

This counsel given by Alma the Younger to his son Helaman reminds me that it is often the small moments in our lives that are the most meaningful.  Especially as mother, I find comfort in knowing that the little teaching moments we find daily, the small acts of service I try to accomplish all add up in the long run.  This verse also encourages me to get back to basics when our family's schedule seems so very chaotic.  Having a perfect family home evening complete with laminated clip art and clever games is not as important as having the Spirit in our home and teaching our children with love.  The older I get, the more I realize that it really is the small and simple things in life that truly matter.

There are so many other verses that speak to my soul in the Book of Mormon, but those are a few that have great meaning to me in my life at this moment.  I am so grateful to have this beautiful book of scripture in my life.

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And those are my five things for Friday!

If your curiosity is piqued, and you would like to have a free copy of the Book of Mormon of your own, without any expectations or strings attached, please let me know and I will personally mail a copy to you. 

(Of course, if you want to have a couple of cute 19-year-olds hand deliver it to your door and answer any questions you may have, I am happy to arrange that too! But that isn't necessary.) 

You can leave me a comment, message me on Facebook or email me at tiffanatee(at)gmail(dot)com, and I would be sincerely thrilled to do that for you. 

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