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I Can't Handle This!

"It hurts!" he screamed. "I can't stand it!" my poor William cried. He has been suffering from a case of major sunburn. We spent the day on Saturday playing in the sun by a lake in McCall. (More on the trip later.) William is very fair, and even though he was coated with suntan lotion -- he fried to a fiery crisp.

The shade of red he is sporting is something I am personally very familiar with. We glow-in-the-dark fair people just boil, and lobsterfy in the sun. (And painfully suffer!) I should have known better than to let him take his shirt off while playing in the water. Next time, he will be leaving his shirt on. He readily agrees with me on that.

It has been just horrible for him. The first night was completely awful. He came in and tried to sleep in my bed, but he was up most of the night crying, tossing and turning in pain. He could not find relief in any position. That is when he got up out of my bed, stood in front of me on the floor, and desperately declared, "I can't handle this!" 

Those words have been echoing in my mind ever since his distressing declaration.

As his mother, I feel his pain, and I long to help him find relief. I have personally been through this experience before, and I know the burning and throbbing he has been going through. He described his pain by saying it felt like, "a razor was cutting him over his back." And like, "having bear claws with sparks on the ends scraping him."

Ouch! 

I have been doing my best to tend to his needs, and to help him through the pain. I have even had lovely people come by and drop off items to help his condition. (Thank you!!) We even missed church on Sunday because his pain was too extreme, and we could not get a shirt on him. (Sammi walked to church on her own, but the burned-boys stayed home.) I have been doing everything I can to help him, but all I can really do is be there with him, offering some occasional relief with Aloe, cool washcloths, medicine, and love. But, as I well know -- from my own experiences -- the pain does not go away instantly. He can have some relief from it occasionally, but it will take some time to heal. His burning runs deep.

Today he has had moments where he has randomly started screaming-out in pain. Screaming like I have never heard him scream before -- these are the "razor and bear claw" scraping moments.  The moments where there is no relief -- just burning, just pain. It has really been so sad! (The other kids will testify to that!) 

As William has been going through this painful burning experience, I have been reflecting on the pain I have experienced lately. The way he has been screaming and crying because of physical pain, has reminded me of my own emotional pain in my heart. William described the pain perfectly... razors and bear claws with sparks on them, scraping, burning. That is exactly how my heart can feel during the really painful moments, when the loss of Charles becomes severe, and all-consuming. When all I can do is scream-out and cry.

Ouch.

As I have been with my son -- right next to him -- and watching him endure his pain, I have been taught some Heavenly lessons. The way that William has been screaming has literally been breaking my heart. It has been especially difficult, since I cannot hold him and comfort him -- there is a buffer of physical pain between us. There have been moments where he will be pacing the floor screaming, "OUCH! Why? WHY?" as he shakes his hands, with tears pouring from his eyes.  I have only heard the horrendous noises he has been making one other time -- from myself, on the night of April 1st.

As William screams in pain, I so badly want to reach out and physically comfort him -- or just completely take away his pain -- but I can't. All I can offer are words of comfort, some healing ointments, my love, my prayers, and my attention. I cannot hold him, but I am always there with him. I am always trying to help him heal, as quickly as possible. I am always by his side, attending to him, in his time of need.

Through this experience, my thoughts turn to my Heavenly Father.

As I have recently gone through some of the most agonizing moments of my life, my Heavenly Father has always been with me, next to me, watching over and comforting me, while I endure my pain. He has always been there as I have screamed-out in the quiet of the night, "Ouch! Why? WHY?" He is next to me when the tears stream down my face and I weep, and shake, in desperate sorrow. He watches as I struggle through the pain of razors and electric bear claws scraping my heart -- wishing He could take the pain away, but knowing that I have to go through it, so I can learn and grow from my pain-filled mortal experiences.

I am sure my Heavenly Father longs to physically reach-out to hold me, but there is a buffer between us. He knows the pain I am going through. He is there offering words and feelings of comfort, healing, and love. He also knows that even though the pain is so intense for me now -- while the wound is fresh and exposed -- eventually the pain will ease with time, as my heart heals from the scraping and burning, from the loss of my precious husband.

As William's mother, I know that he will heal from the pain and agony from his sunburn -- he does not know it, but I do. All he feels is pain right now. He does not see relief, or healing. But I have been through this painful experience before myself, I know the pain, I also know that healing is possible, and it will happen. I am so excited for William to heal, and be whole again, so he can free, and be himself again. In the meantime… I am there for him, doing everything I can to heal him. I am his mother, and I love him dearly.

Heavenly Father -- He who can see the end from the beginning -- knows that, with time, I too will heal from the burning that is in my heart, from the loss of my sweetheart, Charles. He knows the pain of loss, loneliness, and agony that I have felt. He also knows that one day, I will heal, and be whole. He knows that one day, my joy will be greater than my pain. I have been promised, "joy and happiness beyond anything I have ever experienced." I hold to that promise. I have to do my part in order for it to apply… but joy and happiness sounds good to me!

I will freely admit, that there have been moments where I, too, have felt like, "I can't handle this!"  

And the truth is, I can't. I cannot handle this… not without my Heavenly Father, who loves me dearly, and is always with me, helping me heal, and giving me hope.

I cannot do this without him. But with Him -- with God -- all things are possible.

All things are possible.  

Handle this, I can. Handle this, I must. Handle this, I will!  




P.S. William is sleeping peacefully right now. He heals a little more each day. (Me too!) 

Random Life Update


Today was Henry's follow-up appointment. The doctor said we are going to wait another 6 months before we do a VCUG (testing for reflux), and at that point we should be able to determine how best to move forward. (Surgery, or not.) One of his kidneys was doing "fantastic" but one of them was a little too small. 

He is doing fine, so far, with no signs of infection, or troubles. But his internal-plumbing is not as it should be, and likely needs fixing in the future, to avoid complications as he grows-up. So for now, we wait. Which is OK with me. I could use some time before the next hospital procedure. For now he just continues taking his daily medicine. (Which I think is more of a placebo prescription than anything.) 

The last few weeks I have spent 3 days at the dentist's office, and 3 days at various doctor appointments (including one for my own needs), and I need a break from filling out medical forms. Each time I go to a new office, I have to explain what happened to Charles under the "family medical history" part of the form. And then I have to explain the situation to each new person/medical personnel I come in contact with. It can get a little exhausting. 

Keeping up with just the physical needs of 5 people can be hard work! Whew! We haven't even started with the orthodontic work, yet. Yikes! Bodies are amazing, but there are so many details to tend to with each different body. From teeth, eyes, hair, kidneys… etc., etc. Sometimes I just stop and stand in wonder of it all. Somehow we all keep keeping on, even with bodily imperfections -- large and small. But after watching a beautiful, strong, wonderful body completely fail -- going from full of life, to lifeless -- I now have a desire to love and care for my body even more. Bodies are such great blessings. I am pretty sure Charles longs to get his body back, even now. I am assuming, if you are reading this, you have a body. So take a moment, and give your body a hug. :-) 

For the next week, I will be on break -- not from the blog -- but from appointments, and business. I want to spend the next week having fun, and getting everything ready for school to start. It is the only week I have before school registrations, and activities, begin. And it is the only week where we are all together as a family before school starts. (The kids have Scout camp, and Young Women's camp.)  

I have also decided it is time to clean out our house, the car, organize the garage, and get everything in order -- so I can have some peace of mind. Everything is in desperate need of a proper cleansing. Seriously, I need to rent a dumpster, or something, and just start mercilessly chucking stuff in the garbage. Sometimes when I go in the garage, I get overwhelmed with the amount of things stacked in boxes that we just don't need or use anymore. I don't like having lots of boxes full of stuff. It makes me feel anxious. 

We live in a 2 bedroom house (Sammi is in a walk-in closet with a loft bed), and in order to make it work -- cleanliness is key! The kids don't have a bunch of toys and random stuff in the house, mostly all they have are LEGOS. Really the biggest mess in our house is created by clothes. Clothes, dishes, garbage -- they are always in motion. 

We live tight -- but beautifully. I cannot tell you how much I love our house. And how grateful I am for how close it has kept our family. It kept us close for the precious time that Charles was with us. And now, being close has been such a HUGE blessing. No one is ever hiding, or afraid, or crying, in a far away room. Nope, there is none of that here -- there is no where to hide! I know that close living quarters is not for everyone, but it is right for us. I walked in this house 7 years ago, and I just knew it was the right house. I did not know why I felt that way, until just a few months ago, when everything was made clear to me. All the pieces of my life began to make sense. 

I look forward to getting everything in order for the school year. I love to turn-up my Louis Armstrong music, and I love working hard to make things beautiful. I just hope the weather will cooperate, and not be too hot! But we can just work and sweat buckets, no problem. 

We have been keeping very active this summer. We go out every day to run or bike ride. It has been wonderful. The kids come with me almost every time, though sometimes I go out on a freedom run with no stroller, or keeping up with kids on bikes -- though keeping up with their little pedaling feet is highly motivating. 

Being active and healthy has been essential in maintaining a sense of happiness in our lives. There is nothing better than going outside and getting exercise, and enjoying fresh air. It changes the very atmosphere of the home when we return. It is as if Tinkerbell comes and sprinkles pixie-dust in our home, and everything glows. The very light changes into something almost, I dunno… romantic? Endorphins are powerful things! Yea for endorphins! 

There is just nothing better than returning home after a family workout. (There used to be something better... but not anymore.) We usually come home, stretch on the floor while eating a popsicle, and we watch Studio C for our abdominal workout (from laughing so hard.) Laughter is another essential in maintaining happiness. It is good to laugh. The kids love to hear me laugh. It makes them happy. Laughing makes me happy, too. That was one of the reasons I married Charles. Luckily he left me some children who can be pretty darn silly! 

So, I am basically rambling at this point about whatever, but it is a "whatever" kind of day… it was a good day. 

And now it is time for bed. 

Tomorrow is another day to wake-up and choose happy! 

Here are some random pictures…because pictures are worth way more than a thousand words...

A Sunday afternoon nap with my boys. They like to snuggle right next to me. :-) 

 Sunbathing at the park.

Sammi and I spent 4 nights in a row watching sappy love movies together. We watched Sleepless in Seattle (one of my favorites, but it was a little painful to watch), Runaway Bride, Return to Me (that movie about killed me), and Leap Year.  I love having a daughter who is also an awesome person to hangout with. There is no doubt this girl is supposed to be with me. 


LEGOS are a constant in our home. This was one of Sammi's creations -- A Phantom of the Opera set she came up with.
We like to stop and play at different parks. Swings are always the best! 
 Happy Henry.
Daniel has gone on a few runs with me. They are always special. He is training to be my bodyguard. He is 11, but in a few more years he will be way bigger than Charles. Daniel has his daddy's back -- nice broad shoulders. He carries himself just like Charles. He also has the same "energy" as Charles -- just a state of being that they both have. Daniel has been at Scout camp all week, and I noticed a big difference in our house. Daniel and Daddy are very much alike. Full of strength, inner-confidence, and the ability to be comfortable in any situation. He is Daniel. Daniel is awesome. I once asked him if he liked himself and his answer was, "What's not to like?" Yep. I love this kid. He knows who he is. He gave a great talk on Sunday about the Holy Ghost as a comforter, it was beautiful. 
 An evening run by the river.
I love being outside in the summer evenings. I do not love summer days -- but oh, those summer nights… LOVE THEM! The smell of warm sagebrush… love it!
 A family bike ride. Stopping for water and a quick picture with the phone.
 Running into the sunset.
 A nighttime find at the park. 
We tried our very first "Moon Pies" last week. I must say, they are amazing! Perhaps one of the best things I have ever eaten.
 YUM! Sure one of these equals 8 miles of running… but it was worth it! If you see Moon Pies in the freezer section, you just have to try them! 
Sometimes on our long runs, I will switch out running with Sammi for a mile, so she can practice running too. Here she is after a run on a hot evening. Running in the heat is rough! I have acclimated to it, but she is still working on it. We bring TONS of water. We drink it, and just dump it on our heads, too. 
This is how we roll. Sammi pulls Henry, while I run beside everyone. (Daniel was at Scout camp at the time of the picture.) It is a daily event. I love it. It is so good to workout together as a family. They have always been with me, since they were little babies I would push them in a jogger-stroller. Now my babies are pulling my babies! Crazy! (Sammi will receive blessings from Heaven for her pulling Henry service for me.) 

Whenever Henry sees a picture of Jesus he says, "Daddy!" He thinks that Jesus is daddy. To him they look the same. It is a pretty sweet thing. I am not quite ready to correct him yet. He also recognizes pictures of Charles as daddy, too. I try hard everyday to point to one of the many pictures of Charles in our home, and I ask him, "Who is that?" He still knows who his daddy is. I hope he never forgets. 
We have done a little storm-chasing. We had an amazing storm the other night where half of the sky was filled with constant lightning, and the other half of the sky had falling stars. It was a sight to behold. I was wondering what was next! 
 We have been having some fun doing other things, but what we do with most of our time is this… 
 We eat popsicles! 
Life goes on… and Life is Good! 

I realize that more and more, each day I live. 

Angels Among Us

The time for Pioneer courage is not over. It is now! We all have our "handcarts" that we need to pull, and trials we must pass through -- to test our faith. That is why we are here, to see if we will be true -- in all circumstances -- to the God who gave us life. 

As for me, I know I do not travel through my trials -- or pull my handcart -- alone. Back when the Pioneers faced dire circumstances, the Angels came to help, and assist them. There were times when it was not physically possible for them to carry on -- but they would, with Heavenly hands helping them. 

I know what that feels like. 

I may be positioned at the front and center of my family's handcart (like the picture above), but Charles still pulls beside me, and Jesus is always there to make my burden lighter.

I am never, ever, left alone. 

And neither are you! 

There are angels among us, and a Savior who loves us. 

I know it!  

Happy Pioneer Day!

I Wanna See You Be Brave

Sometimes life requires you to be brave. No one ever promised the journey would be easy -- just that it would be worth it! We are here on earth to see what we are made of -- strength, or weakness.

Which one do you choose?

Sure, we all have weaknesses, but they can be turned into strength, with God's help -- I have seen it.  

We just have to decide the answer to this question:

Am I strong? Or am I weak?

The funny thing about discovering your courage, moxie, or bravery, is that you must be faced with fear, insecurity, and weakness. You have to experience an opposing force, in order to see how you will rise, or fall, to an occasion.

One of my favorite quotes is:

"Courage is being scared to death… and saddling up anyway."  - John Wayne

My new life has been filled with moments where I have been allowed to test my strength, and fortitude, while facing some of my greatest fears. Actually, each day I wake-up and get out of bed is an accomplishment. For me it is being on the edge of sleep in either direction -- going to bed, or waking-up -- that tests the strength of my mind and spirit the most. It is when my brain is fuzzy, and tired -- that is when fear and sorrow creeps in. (The importance of proper sleep is another blog post entirely.) Let's just say I have to be very diligent about getting enough sleep… otherwise my weaknesses might win.

Yesterday, I was allowed to jump over a hurdle of fear, and test my strength.

I went back to the hospital where I left Charles' lifeless body.

It was time for Henry's kidney ultrasound. This was the appointment we were supposed to have on April 1st, the day that Charles died -- obviously, I had to reschedule.

The imaging center we went to was in the same hospital where Charles died. I knew I would have to enter the building through the same doors that I exited the hospital, the last time I saw Charles. I was not sure how I would feel -- emotions are really unpredictable. Especially when there are obvious things that can trigger them.

So, knowing that it might be difficult to enter those doors of death again, I decided to bring a ball of sunshine with me. I brought my Sammi. It was a stroke of inspiration to bring her -- having her with me turned my night into day. You see, some people have little black rain clouds that follow them, but Sammi is like being around the warmth and brightness of the sun. I just knew I needed her to be with me.

Sammi in front of the hospital doors.

Luckily, it was a beautiful morning -- a huge contrast to the last time I had been to the hospital. (April 1st was a miserable, grey, rainy day.) The beauty of the morning certainly helped keep my brain positive, and my heart happy.

As we were driving to the hospital, we had the windows rolled-down, enjoying the day, and then the song, "Brave" came on. I cranked-up the volume. The words, "I wanna see you be brave," filled my heart with courage.  It was a very timely song. I could not help but smile at the message sent just for me. When I was in Alaska, my sister played "Brave" for me, and she said it was my song.

At that moment, a feeling of, "I got this!" came over me.

We made our way to the hospital parking lot, parked the car, put Henry in the stroller, and made our way to the once dreaded hospital doors. But my heart was not failing me. I felt fine, good even -- Sammi was with me. I was brave.

We made it to the spinning door, into the lobby, and I was still fine. We went through the motions of going here and there, on the elevator, to the appointment, and all was well. Henry did a great job at the ultrasound -- other than a little crying -- but he was a champ. I was there to comfort Henry, Sammi was there to comfort me, and Heavenly Father was there to comfort all of us!

Henry waiting for his ultrasound.

After the appointment, we were waiting for an elevator, and some automatic doors opened-up into an area that looked a little too similar to the ER -- my heart skipped a beat for a moment -- but I talked through it with Sammi. We determined it was not the ER by looking at some signs on the wall. But it sure made my heart ache for a moment -- especially because someone was wheeling an empty stretcher around, and it caused some unpleasant images, and sad thoughts, to flash into my mind. Again, in this moment, Sammi made all the difference in the world. Had I been alone, it would have been awful. Because she was there, we easily talked our way through it. It needed to be Sammi, because she is as close to the situation as me. We are in this thing together!

We made our way out of the hospital, and we stopped for a picture by the front entrance.

I did it! We did it!

I faced my fear and lived! (Thanks to Sammi!) 

I got back on the horse after falling off. But only with some help! I knew that at some point, I would have to make peace with the hospital again. I also knew I should have someone with me to ease the pain, and I was right! I will likely frequent the building many times in the future -- I cannot let it conquer me each time. I also learned that sometimes even I need help, and emotional support. I am not meant to face everything alone. No one is! 

I do not believe in avoidance when it comes to doing hard things -- I could have scheduled the appointment somewhere else. For me, going back to places that are meaningful -- even places that are difficult -- can be empowering. I am not afraid of feeling. Sometimes feeling something is better than feeling numb! I know strange emotions will come, but that is not always a bad thing. With this particular place, I knew I would need a little extra support, because the hospital is a highly-charged emotional location, even without having lost someone there.

The hospital is a building full of death and despair, where my life was changed forever. But it is also a place of hope and healing for the future. It is also a place of life and joy, it is the place where Charles and I brought Henry into the world, together. I felt all of the emotions connected to the place, but I could also feel a protective barrier around my heart.

The thing is, I live in the same house where Charles first fell to the floor, when he cried out, "I can't breathe!" I sit in the same place on the couch where he sat with his eyes uncontrollably twitching. I run the same trail that we walked together, the night before he died. I sleep in our same bed. I wear his clothes. I read his journals. And I use his razor to shave my armpits. (He doesn't seem to mind so much now.) 

I cannot avoid life and memories. They are everywhere. There is no where to run and hide. All I can do is have the courage to take life one day at a time, and face my fears daily -- choosing courage.

Choose to be brave. It is better than choosing to be weak.

God wants to see you be brave!

Me and Henry, standing in front of the hospital where Charles died. 
P.S. Henry has his follow-up appointment with the doctor, to determine where we go from here. I don't know anything new, yet.

Memory Lane Miracles

While we were in Alaska, we stopped at the house I grew-up in. (I wrote all about the house on Loganberry, HERE.) I was excited just to drive by it, see how it looked, and how it felt around my old stomping grounds. My parents were with me, and my boys. Sammi had hurt her ankle, and opted to stay behind. 

As we drove up to the house, we could see that the yard was overgrown, and the house looked empty. We drove just a little bit past the house, and at that moment, one of the neighbors walked out of her home. We debated if we should talk to her about the house. She looked friendly, so we decided to ask what she knew. 

The lady was very friendly, and as we were talking, we let her know we had lived in that house for more than 20 years. She said the house was empty, and being prepared to rent. Then she smiled at us and said, "I'm a realtor, do you want to go in?" From the backseat of the van I eagerly exclaimed, "YES!" 

So, we drove into the driveway, and made our way to the front door. The friendly realtor-lady used her special key on her phone, and we walked into the house. 

Everything was different. The colors, the flooring, and especially the smell. It smelled nasty, rather than enchanting like when we lived there. It was also strange to see the house empty -- it was always so full of life and activity. As I walked around each room, I was overwhelmed with feelings stirred-up by the house that built me. It was like a dream -- very surreal to be there -- walking down a powerful memory lane. 

The kids were super-excited to walk through the Loganberry house. It is a large home, with lots of levels, and twists and turns. Charles talked about the house all the time, and described it as the most magical place on earth -- he LOVED this house. The time we spent together in that house was wonderful. We did a lot of our dating (and smooching!) in this house. 

At one point, I walked into the basement, and I had to keep it together. It was the room where Charles and I had our first kiss, while watching Jurassic Park. (Long story!) So many memories and emotions were tied to the house. Each room had seen so much life, and love, and joy. Sure there was some sadness and pain, too -- but that is not what was coming to my mind. Most of my memories revolved around Christmas somehow. My mom really made Christmas magic. My mom really makes everything magic! 

While we were there, I knew Charles was with me. I felt him very close. I ached that he was not having this experience with me physically -- he would have used his body to jump for joy at a chance to go inside the house. But he was there, with me. It was not the same, but it was still something special. I could feel his love and gratitude for the time we had together there. I could feel his love for me. 

Life is made up of memories. Today will be a memory tomorrow. Life will be a memory when you die. This house held 19 years worth of life-memories for me. It was quite overwhelming to be there. What a blessing, what a gift to have that opportunity. I was excited just to drive by it -- going inside was a dream!

Now tell me, do you think the next door neighbor realtor -- with a key -- just happened to be there, at the perfect moment? One moment sooner, or later, and we would have missed her completely! Coincidence? I think not! 

Tender Mercies. Tender Miracles!  I have seen a few. 




On the same journey to the house, we decided to drive by U.A.A. (the college in Alaska), where Charles and I met. We drove past the business building -- the building where we met while in a religion Institute class (Teachings of the Living Prophets), on the third floor. The class was taught by a Brother VanOrden, and I originally thought Charles was his son. (That is what happens having a "Van" as part of your last name. People catch the "Van" part… the rest is always too complicated -- "Van what?") The story of our meeting I have written somewhere on the blog.

To think, without making the choice to take the class, Sammi, Daniel, William, and Henry, would not be here! And I would not be bound to Charles for eternity. Life is amazing when you stop and consider it, you know? It is all pretty miraculous. Meeting people and falling in love, because of "chance" meetings, and small decisions -- wow. It is awesome. God has His hand in all things. That is clear to me.


And, to top it off, there was a rainbow around the sun -- right over the spot where we met. Someone is aware of me, watching over me.

Make happy memories. When it is all said and done, they are everything! When my emotions get the best of me, I find that looking through pictures, stories, journals, blog posts -- memories -- gives me a sense of great joy and happiness.

Make it a good life.

Go make some happy memories!

A Widow's View on Women and the Priesthood

I have read over a few blog posts recently, on the topic of Women and the Priesthood. I wanted to add my own voice, and declare my position on the subject. I have wrestled with whether or not I should even write anything -- but my mind will not let the topic alone, so I better get my thoughts out… and let it be known where I stand. These are just my thoughts, and not a complete gospel discourse. For greater and more beautiful detail go: HERE.
My feelings on the topic of Women and the Priesthood are simple. I could end this post with one sentence, and it would be this…

Only men hold the Priesthood in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, because God said so!

The End. 

I am very tempted to leave it at that, because that is how my faith operates. My faith is not convoluted by doubt and confusion. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. I love that there is a Prophet who leads and guides the Church, under the direction of the Savior. If the prophet says, "Jump!" I ask, "How high?"  I know that he will only ever declare the will of God, and I want to do what God would want me to do. I know that following the teachings of my Heavenly Father will lead me to the greatest joy and happiness. Whereas, fighting against God will lead to pain and misery -- I'm not really interested in experiencing self-inflicted misery, especially now. 

I am not a blind follower. I never have been. I have an inquisitive mind, which you may have noticed while reading my blog posts. I have studied, prayed, searched, pondered, and it has been made clear to me that the Gospel found in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is true. I have always believed it was true, but it took some effort to really KNOW it is true. And now, after walking through the fire of my faith, with the death of my husband, I declare to all the world it is true!!

Now, don't get me wrong, I have had questions -- of course I have had questions! Ask any member in my family, and they will tell you I am always asking questions about everything. But when it comes to the gospel, and the doctrine and teachings of the Church, I always ask my questions in a spirit of faith, and not in a spirit of doubt. The questions I ask are always in an effort to grow greater faith, to draw myself closer to my Heavenly Father -- and not distance myself from Him, through doubts.

I love my Heavenly Father, and my Savior, Jesus Christ. They have become my constant companions, more now, than ever before.

So, on that note, let's talk about The Priesthood for a moment. I am by no means an expert, but these are some of my thoughts and feelings…

I love that men have been chosen to hold the priesthood. I think it is wonderful -- absolutely marvelous. For me, there is no more beautiful sight than seeing a father blessing their newborn baby, or baptizing their children, or giving a father's blessing. It is a joy to watch the young men blessing and passing the sacrament each week. I think it is great that the Priesthood leaders of the church are men, and that they have been allowed that responsibility to serve God, in that noble capacity. There is something truly breathtaking when a righteous man is fulfilling their role as a priesthood holder, acting in the service of God. What a beautiful thing.

One of my last, and fondest memories, was watching Charles pass the sacrament, the Sunday before he passed away. I will never forget how he smiled at our family as he walked past us holding the bread and water. He loved passing the Sacrament -- it meant so much to him as a convert to the church. He never missed a Sunday, or a chance to take the sacrament, once he joined the church. He also loved participating in his priesthood duties. He served as President to the Elders Quorum, and to the Young Men, and he was often in charge of things -- but his favorite calling was serving in the nursery with the little kids. As his wife, I loved watching him perform the duties he was asked to perform -- it gave me great joy. It was so good for him to be able to administer to others, using the priesthood.

As a woman, I support men in their priesthood duties, 100%.

Before Charles died, I would do my best to encourage him to become the best man he could be -- including as a priesthood holder. I tried to build him up, not tear him down. I was not perfect at it, all the time -- but I did diligently try to help him see what a wonderful man that he was, and that he had unlimited potential. (He went from barely passing high school before joining the church, to becoming an Attorney with the gospel in his life.) I was often astonished at how he would respond to encouragement from me, rather than me offering complaints or criticisms to try and "change" him. (That never works, by the way!) He would often rise to the level of my praise, or fall to the level of my pestering. It is that whole self-fulfilling prophecy thing from Psychology 101.

Why do I bring this up?

Well, women, I think we could do a WAY better job at supporting the men in their roles as the holders of the Priesthood. They could use more encouragement, and uplifting words from us, helping them to rise and fulfill their very difficult and challenging role of administering service and ordinances to others. Just like the blessing of motherhood can also be a great challenge for women -- so it is for men, and the priesthood. It can be hard work! A little encouragement goes along way. If I were granted a do-over with Charles, I would send him out to fulfill his duties with a smooch, and hug, every time he left to serve.

Now I am the head of the household, and no longer have a Priesthood holder in the home.

This was never my desire. I loved having Charles around, and his influence on our family was a force for good -- so good, in fact, that his powerful influence still remains with us. I do miss having the priesthood in our home. It was such a blessing for us. Charles did a beautiful job offering father's blessings, giving blessings of comfort and healing, and all other services he was able to perform on behalf of our family. It was very meaningful for him to perform these services for our family, and he wrote about that in his journals. Being able to administer the priesthood for his family gave Charles great joy. He always loved being in the service of his God, and being an instrument in His hands.

Though I no longer have an in-home priesthood holder (until Daniel comes of age), I do have access to those who hold the priesthood at anytime, if I feel I need them for administering a blessing. (And I have!) I will also have to call upon a priesthood holder to baptize my 2 younger sons, when they turn 8. Charles would have done it, but he is gone. Do I wish, that as a woman, I could do it myself? No. Will it be a unique and special experience for whomever the priesthood holder is who steps-in for Charles? And for everyone else involved? Yes. 

The reality is, as a woman, I do not need the priesthood to access the powers of Heaven in my behalf, or on behalf of my family. There are some things I cannot do -- like Priesthood blessings -- but I have total access to my Heavenly Father, and His help -- 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. His prayer-line is open all day, and all night, as I have recently discovered. I have tested the power of the priesthood, by receiving many blessing throughout my life, and other sacred ordinances and experiences. I have also tested the power of a Mother's prayer -- and it is perhaps one of the most powerful forces in the world! I can testify to you that Heavenly Father hears and answers the cries and prayers of His daughters, just as clearly and powerfully as His sons -- no priesthood bestowal necessary.

There is something innately glorious about women -- something we, as women, just do not understand fully.

I think when the final curtain has fallen, and all the unanswered questions of this world are revealed in totality -- we will all stand amazed at Heavenly Father's love for his daughters, and His plan for us. All of the cries of inequality, fairness, and rights, will come to a screeching halt as the true glory of Womanhood is revealed to us, in complete fullness. If we could just catch a small glimpse into who we really are… even just for a moment… perhaps the clawing and scrapping would stop, and we as women would stand firm in the truth, we would put aside the pride in our hearts, and become the queens we are meant to be.

Kings and Queens have different responsibilities, but they are both royalty. Perhaps we can allow the Kings (Men) to do what they have been assigned to do, while we Queens (Women) do what we have been assigned to do? Yes? Yes. If we work together, we can get so much more accomplished. The goal is to build the Kingdom of God. Let's not forget that.

It is not about equal rights, it is about responsibility.

Women have been given certain responsibilities placed upon their shoulders. Motherhood stands of utmost importance, but there is so much more we are to do in the service of our God. So much more to do, in fact, that adding to our shoulders the duties of carrying the priesthood might just break our backs. I, for one, feel like I have plenty of service responsibilities to fulfill without adding more duties to my load. (I will forego the to-do list for lack of space, and time.) I am personally grateful for the division of labor and duties in the building up of the Kingdom of God! Women do not need to do everything! Thank goodness! 

I have never, ever, felt inferior to men in the church -- not ever. This is not to say that I have not run into men that were less than glorious -- I have met plenty of fallible characters along my journey, no doubt. But that is to be expected anywhere you go -- people are not perfect. I am not perfect. Are you?

As for being a woman in the Mormon church, I feel empowered -- not impaired. I currently teach the Gospel Doctrine class at Church to about 80 people. I am one of two teachers -- the other teacher used to be a Bishop. We teach as equals. Do I wish I were a Bishop, with all of the responsibilities, and duties that follow? NO WAY. Am I grateful for the wonderful men who take on such heavy burdens so beautifully? YES WAY!

Men have been called to fulfill certain roles in the Church, certain services and duties, and we should rejoice in that as women -- not fight against it. I am grateful for the inspired and divine way that the Church operates. I am grateful for the righteous men and women of the church, who do so much good in the world. I am happy to listen to the Prophet -- who is a man -- and follow his counsel. I am happy to listen to God -- who is a Man -- and follow His Counsel. Listening to the guidance and counsel of men is not a problem for me. Being served by men fulfilling their priesthood duties and capacities is not a problem for me. I think it is great and beautiful!

Don't fight against doctrine, it won't make you happy.

I do not understand why some women (and men) have a desire to fight against the doctrines of a religion they profess to love. It is, honestly, baffling to me. If you love the gospel, than live it. It is unfortunate that these women do not know who they truly are, as daughters of God. I think we only understand the very tip of the iceberg when it comes to the glory of women, and how much our Heavenly Father truly loves us, as His daughters.

God loves us, and requires our obedience -- not our defiance.

I know with the recent experiences that I have had, as a widow, having seen death, and pondering life after death -- I have a greater appreciation of my knowledge of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, His plan, and His teachings. I also have a greater knowledge of who I am as His daughter, and the relationship that I have with Him, as my loving Father.

I know, that at any moment, I could be taken back to Him who gave me life, and I will have to stand in front of Him, and give an account of all of my dealings here on Earth. We will all die and stand before our God -- you can pretend you won't, but you will. 

I hope to always be found standing for my Heavenly Father at all times, in all things, in all places.

For me, it is simple. The Priesthood is His power -- God's power -- and I will certainly never be found fighting to take a piece of it for myself, for my glory. Whatever God deems fit to grant me in the future, is up to Him, and I will accept what He offers me, without question of whether or not it is fair because I am a Queen, and not a King. He is my All-Knowing and All-Loving Father, and I trust Him, completely. 

The power to give or take away is in His Omnipotent Hands -- not in the weak and fleshy hands of mortals making demands for His power. You can scrape and claw for the things that you want from Him, but if He does not see fit to give it -- if it is not aligned with His will -- you better stop begging, or He might just get upset. I have been reading the Old Testament lately, and you don't want to make God angry. It never ends well.

Men hold the priesthood, with a sacred duty to use it for the blessing of all of the children of God -- simple, straightforward, to the point.

It is not about who has the right to hold the priesthood -- it is about who has the responsibility to hold the priesthood. God has declared that the responsibility of the priesthood is for men.

As for me, a woman, a widow, and the head of my household -- I stand with God on this issue.

My Stripling Warriors

There are three van Ormer boys. They are each full of life, and spunk, and they each have their own unique personalities. I love each one of them so much. I am so grateful that Charles helped me make such super kids. Charles is gone, but he left me surrounded by strength, and awesomeness, and pieces of himself in our children. 

Each one of our children are tough-cookies -- not just physically, but spiritually, too. This post is about the boys… Sammi will get her own post. 

My hope is to raise boys who are good, and true to the God who gave them life. I want them to be strong in the gospel, and to fight for what they know is right. We have had some pretty amazing experiences as a family, especially having the connection between this world, and the spirit world. My children have a unique and special understanding of the gospel because their father passed away. I asked them who they will want to hug first when they go to Heaven -- Jesus, or daddy -- they all said daddy, and then Jesus. I think that is just how Jesus would want it to be. 

I am raising my boys without a father in the home. This was not part of my plan. I believe strongly in traditional family, with father, mother, children -- each with their own important roles and responsibilities. Charles was supposed to be around to teach the boys how to become good men. Charles is a great man, and I wanted them to learn from his example, and his teachings. But now, this responsibility has been placed completely on my shoulders. 

I am the head of the household. 

I have been thinking a lot about that reality lately, and the responsibility I have to raise my children in righteousness, all by myself. 

My conclusion… 

I can do it! 

In The Book of Mormon, who taught the Stripling Warriors to be men of faith, courage, and obedience? 

It was their mothers. 

Turning young boys into righteous men of faith…













 
















I have total confidence that I can do it… with God's help, of course!