Monday, August 13, 2012

Pictures from July


While we were moving I kept thinking I should be taking pictures.
But I didn't.
So Ammon and Andrew changing out the fan in Ammon's room represents the transition to a new home.



Two years ago we moved on June 30 and by the 4th of July we were exhausted.
I swore to never do it again.
And then I had to eat my words completely.
We moved on the exact same date.

Still, we were able to have a fun holiday.
We spent the morning with my sister in Riverton enjoying their festivities.
That evening, my brother invited us to his house for fireworks.
We live so close to him that we rode our bikes there.
After we came home from his house, we found an awesome neighborhood firework show.
Then that ended, and we ran into some OTHER neighbors doing fireworks.

It doesn't quite feel like a holiday to me when I don't cook.
And I didn't.
Andrew had to work that day, so we didn't even grill.
But it turned out to be a fun day of celebration despite it not quite feeling like a holiday.


We enjoyed a lot of firsts in our new home.
The first time the lawn was mowed,
the first time we used the new grill,
the first time we had people (my parents) over for breakfast,
the first time I made fudgy oatmeal bars.
It was fun to start making this home really feel like ours as we started to really LIVE in it.


As a parent I have had massive library fail.
It is a secret guilt of mine.
I grew up loving to read and I attribute a lot of that to the time my mom spent taking me to the library.
Somehow, in our new home, the library seems more accessible than ever.
The drive is easy and inviting.
We have spent so much time at the library in the last month and it has been awesome!
One evening we went and inadvertently discovered the parrot show.
We have also gone to various libraries for the magician, the reptile show, crafts and more.
It's been a fun change in our lives.


In July we had swimming lessons.
(I'm not sure why I don't have any of those pictures made into a collage yet.)
My niece was in the lesson before us.
Then we arrived and Ammon had his lesson with another niece of mine - the cousin he is closest in age to.
The next lesson was two other cousins from the Shadel side of the family.
After they were done, Peter had his lesson with two more cousins that are his age, and another cousin (the niece of mine who had the very first lesson) who was the class helper.
A time or two we were invited to a swimming party with the Shadel cousins after lessons were over.
I spent one of those afternoons playing with my camera and the baby while the older kids swam.



For the 24th of July we spent the evening with - you guessed it - COUSINS!
Can you tell we are loving being so close to family?
We have gone on group outings and run into my sister-in-law with her kids.
We have driven down the road, only to see my brother driving up the street the other direction.
We have been able to trade kids, have play dates, and help babysit.

It's been a blast!

We are loving our new home, enjoying our neighborhood and ward, and having so much fun being able to spend tons of time with family, and then have the quickest and easiest drive home afterwards!

Despite not having any big trip or vacation this year, July was a fun month!

Finding Our Home

Buying a House part V - continued from Nevermind...

By this point, house shopping had become pretty exhausting, and we were losing our motivation.  We were in a good situation, we loved our neighbors, and I still had another year of school.  Part of me felt unsettled at the idea of staying, but a bigger part of me was really excited and almost even relieved that things were going that way.

We still had e-mails filtering in to us every day letting us know what was newly listed, but nothing really caught our eye.  We went out to see a couple of more houses, but really started to realize that it was West Jordan or nothing for us.  And even within West Jordan we were finding things we just weren't interested in.

One evening we had a batch of about three houses come through, all in West Jordan.  Two of them were split entries, which we hadn't really even looked previously.  One of them didn't even have pictures up, but the location it was in was perfect.  Andrew was about to jump out of his skin with excitement over it since it was Bingham High School territory.  House shopping in West Jordan had meant that we were setting up our kids for going to our rival school.  This resolved that dilemma for him.  To me, the area was a toss up in convenience to my special yellow house.  I didn't have the same concern about raising West Jordan jaguars as he had.  And the house wasn't any closer to my parents home than the yellow one.  The yellow one was newer, bigger, had the same sized lot, and really, at this point I was kind of in a yellow house or nothing frame of mind.  But we talked with Terry to set up showings for us anyway.

We went to the first house and immediately knew we didn't want it.  We weren't fond of the area it was in, and it had a weird, funky smell to it.  That was the rambler.  We went to the second house and it was set into a neighborhood with weird access.  It was a split entry and the condition was poor.  Andrew, Terry and I all left that house muttering, "They are seriously asking that much for THAT?"  And we were down to the third house.  We hadn't seen any pictures, but the posting said it had been updated.  We knew we liked the area, but had no idea what to expect.  And I still just wanted to wait it out and see what happened with the yellow house.  I was in no rush to jump on something.

We started driving - Andrew in one vehicle so he could go to work immediately afterwards, and me in another.  We were driving South on Bangerter - a road I rarely use when I had this overwhelming feeling that  I was driving home.  I couldn't shake the feeling so I called Andy and said, "Do you feel like you're driving home?"  I was strangely excited.  Something felt really right.

We got there and the house seemed very plain compared to my beautiful yellow home.  But it was nice.  We walked in and it reminded me of the home I lived in from age five - twelve.  I have good memories of that house.  The house smelled of new carpet, which was great.  It looked really nice.  The kitchen had been billed as updated, but I could see that the counter top was the exact counter my mom had in her home 30 years ago, so it didn't seem very updated to me.  Andrew is impulsive and I am very cautious.  I was liking what I saw, but didn't want to rush into a judgement.  Andy was walking around squealing with delight at every turn.  He walked into the master bedroom, peeked into the master bathroom and said, "Jenny-girl!  This is YOUR house!"

Based on our previous experiences, we decided we had better make an offer immediately.  But I was still uncertain as to what I wanted.  If we went into a contract on this home, it meant giving up the yellow home.  I had some serious thinking and decision making to do.  We rushed to Terry's office to write up the offer.  He had a limited amount of time as he was on his way to a funeral.  From Terry's office, Andrew headed to work and then I went to my mom's house to tell her about our morning and to talk over the pros and cons of each house.

to be continued...

Nevermind...

Buying a House Part IV - continued from The Perfect House

The day after we were accepted as a back up offer on *my* yellow house, Terry took us out again.  He had one house he was particularly excited to show us.  He felt that it was very similar to the house we loved so much, and the seller had just dropped the price to be more in the range we were looking at.  He had his reasons as to why this house was actually better than the other one and he wanted to know what we thought.

He was right - they had a lot in common.  In the moment, it seemed that there were a lot of pros and cons.  The biggest, most obvious pro was that it was available!  I was reluctant, still having my heart set on that yellow house I was so in love with, but Andrew and I agreed to go ahead and write the offer.  We saw the previous weekend that a slightest delay could cost the sale.

Throughout the day Andrew and I continued to talk.  We felt confident that this house was ours for the taking, but did we really want it?  As the day wore on, our enthusiasm weaned.  Yes, it was among the nicer houses we had considered, but at the same time, it really wasn't what we wanted.  Finally, with a small sense of guilt, we decided to retract our offer.

As it turned out, three other offers had been made that day and ours wouldn't have been selected anyway.  Our arrogance was ignorant, and we really began to see what a tricky market we were dealing with.  My focus began to shift back to staying put for another year.  That was the original plan anyway.  I felt like we could wait and see what might happen with the yellow house, but otherwise, we should just keep our eyes out with the plan to move the following year.

To be continued in Finding Our Home.

The Perfect House

Buying a House Part III - continued from The Search Begins



On the Friday night after we started looking with Terry, I saw a LOVELY yellow house listed.  It wasn't a short sale and the listing indicated that they were priced to sell.  Terry had an obligation the following morning and we had a soccer game for Peter, but we planned to go see the house as soon as possible - Saturday afternoon.  One of our goals in our move was to be closer to family, and though we were trying to keep an open mind to do what was best for us, we really kept coming back to the idea that what was best for us WAS to be closer to family.  We just love having easy access to the people that we enjoy sharing so much of our time with.  This house was not only adorable and beautifully landscaped, but it was in the most ideal location of anything we had looked at.  I was giddy over the possibilities!  I nervously sat through the soccer game, showing pictures to my brother and sister (who each had a child on Peter's team) and anxiously waited for our chance to go see the house.

We went to see it and I was immediately in love.  It was everything I had thought I wanted.  It had great curb appeal and was just adorable.  We LOVED the backyard with a large wooden deck and beautiful trees and paths around the house.  There were some seemingly minor flaws to the house, but I couldn't acknowledge them - I was so set on wanting to buy it.

From the showing we went directly to Terry's office to write up an offer.  We had burst a little above the price range we were shooting for, but we could still make it work.  And for this house, we decided, it was worth it.

But the bad news came.  An offer had been made - and accepted, that very morning.  Still, we could try to be the back up offer because sales fell through all the time.

So that's what we did.  We put in an offer on a house for the first time in our lives.  It took a little while to get everything going.  We had to put down earnest money and sign all the papers.  Andrew was so nervous.  I wasn't nervous at all - it didn't seem real since it was just a back up offer and I was positive I wanted this house if we could possibly have it.

I think this is when the prayers really started.  I was extremely emotionally invested.  There were things that were completely outside of my control.  I wanted what was best for our family.  And so I began to pray fervently that we would be able to progress with confidence and be able to be blessed with the house that Heavenly Father wanted us to have.  I have such a strong belief that Heavenly Father leads us to different places in our lives and that His plan for us is always better than our own plan for us.  I wanted to see His plan fulfilled in our lives and I knew that miracles could happen to make things work out exactly as they should.

The following Monday we learned that we had been accepted as the back up!  That news felt like we were just one step closer to having His miracles fall into place for us.  It was an exciting time and I just continued to pray my guts out.  And while we waited for the situation to unfold, we continued to keep our eyes on the market and to go out looking at the houses that were available.

To be continued in Nevermind...

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Andrew's Talk About Sacrifice



I would like to start my remarks this morning by posing a question. My question for all of us is:

How do we show our commitment to the Savoir?

I submit to you brothers and sisters that our commitment is demonstrated at least in part by our willingness to sacrifice and by our acts of service.

I would like to share with you a few examples of that I believe illustrate this point.

Prophet Joseph
The Prophet Joseph Smith’s life gives us an example of one who showed his commitment through sacrifice and service. His life was full given to the Lord and His purposes. He stands as an example if one who consistently did what he was asked regardless of the cost to himself. He was willing not only to die for the cause of Christ and the Gospel he was willing to live for it. His life provided a great example of sacrifice and commitment to the Lord.

Our Commitments
Most of us will not be asked to die for our testimonies of the gospel however, we are asked to sacrifice in a number of ways. Each sacrifices whether great or small will show the Lord that we are committed to Him.

Typically we are asked to serve in callings, as home and visiting teachers, on committees or in an auxiliary presidency, bishopric or some other capacity. We are asked to serve in the temple, both as patrons and as temple workers. We are also asked to serve each other as neighbors and friend. Each of these types of service will require sacrifice on our part. When we sacrifice for the benefit of other and serve faithfully in church callings and assignments the Lord recognizes our commitment to Him and His work.

Whatever the case may be sacrifice is never easy. But, we are willing to make the sacrifice because we love the Lord and want to serve Him.

Missionary Sacrifice
One of the most visible sacrifices today is that of our full-time missionaries. We have 50,000 young men and young women who have put off education and other worthy pursuits to share the gospel message. An additional 5,000 couples have put off their retirement to serve.

“They devote from six months to two years of their lives to teaching the gospel of Jesus Christ and providing humanitarian service in more than 160 countries in the world. Their work always involves sacrifice, including the years they give to the work of the Lord and also the sacrifices made in providing funds for their support.”

When President Hinckley was asked by a minister of another faith how we motivate our missionaries to provide this extraordinary service he simply replied “We just ask.”

Member Sacrifices
We serve and sacrifice in a variety of way in our own lives each day. This service can be in many forms. Some of our opportunities to serve come as a direct result of a church calling or assignment.

 I would like to share some experiences I have had with sacrifice related to church callings. I am sure many of you could provide similar experiences from your church service. 

Home Teaching
As a home teacher, Late one night I received a phone call from the Sister Avery; she told me that her husband had been very ill with an infection. She asked me to provide a priesthood blessing. I called another brother in our ward and together we gave the blessing. Brother Avery had a short stay in the hospital but made speedy recovery. The following Sunday I noticed the family was not at church. It was announced in Priesthood meeting that Sister Avery had become very ill and was in the hospital to have her gallbladder removed. After Church I went to hospital to see what I could. A blessing had already been provided by her husband another family member. Later that same month their infant daughter was ill and I was asked to assist Brother Avery in providing a blessing for their daughter.

Husband to the RS President
In our last ward I was extended a calling that gave me great satisfaction and also required more sacrifice than any I had held before. Our Bishop called Jenny and I into his office and extended to her, the calling of Relief Society President. He then looked at me and said with all seriousness, "Andrew, this is a calling for you too. You will be the husband of the Relief Society President. You will be her counselor and partner in this. You will not know everything that she does, but she will need your help with this calling." I took my calling seriously and helped as much as I could. I think in most cases she found the advice of her counselors to be more valuable than what I offered, but when she could include me she did.

I found that the sacrifices I was making more often than not was holding things like making dinner when she was gone in the evening for meetings or visiting with a sister who needed her. There were some nights when she was going about the Lord’s work in our little ward and we did not have time together. I saw her sacrifice time that should have been used studying to help the sisters in our ward. It was not unusual for her to look out our window into the apartment common area and see a sister that she felt impressed to just go visit with. We had a sister who had specific needs that arose in the ward and I saw the Lord work though Jenny to identify other women in the ward who were able to provide assistance.

The times when Jenny was gone, our boys would miss her at dinner and bedtime especially. I did my best to teach them that mom was doing her calling - that we all missed her but what she was doing was important.

It is times like these that we show the Lord that we are committed to Him and His gospel.

New Member Sacrifices
Others who make sacrifices are new converts to the church in a recent conference address Elder Oaks relate the following account of a young man who joined the church while studying in the United States.

“As this man was about to return to his native land, President Gordon B. Hinckley asked him what would happen to him when he returned home as a Christian. ‘My family will be disappointed,’ the young man answered. ‘They may cast me out and regard me as dead. As for my future and my career, all opportunity may be foreclosed against me.’
‘Are you willing to pay so great a price for the gospel?’ President Hinckley asked.
Tearfully the young man answered, ‘It’s true, isn’t it?’ When that was affirmed, he replied, ‘then what else matters?’”

Parents’ Story
My parents joined the Church separately as teenagers to this day they are each the only members of their families who have joined the Church on this side of the veil.

My father completed a full time mission in Germany. After her returned home they were engaged.

Together, they made the difficult choice to forgo a traditional wedding that their families and friends could attend and chose to be sealed for time and all eternity to in the House of the Lord.  As my mother once stated "We would rather disappoint our earthly parents than our Heavenly parents."

They made the long drive from Burlington, Vermont to Washington, DC knowing that whatever the fallout might be the Lord was pleased with their choice.

As a result of that choice my mom’s mother would not speak to our family for several years following their wedding.

However, the greater impact was the example that was set for future generations. Their choice, to be sealed in the temple, has had a positive influence on their three children and 13 grandchildren. Because of their sacrifice they have sent two sons on missions and seen their three children sealed in the temple. Their commitment to the Savior was made clear by their sacrifices.

Temple Service/Sacrifice
We also show our commitment by serving in the temple. Here in the Salt Lake Valley we are blesses to have 4 temples. Yesterday morning I wanted to go to the temple and because Oquirrh Mountain is closed I had to go ALL the way to Jordan River.

While temples are beginning to “dot the earth” as President Brigham Young prophesied, there are still many members who do not have the luxury of having 4 temples within a 20 min driving distance.

Bishop Wassain’s Story
I recall when I arrived in Baton Rouge, LA, in September of 1998, as a missionary the members were very excited for the temple recently announced, and under construction in Houston, TX because it would only be about 4 hours away instead of  instead of the nearly 8 hours they were traveling to Dallas, TX to attend the temple. On Oct. 14th 1998 the Baton Rouge, LA temple was announced. The temple was dedicated on July, 16th of 2000, just one month before I left. During that time I was serving in Houma, LA about 80 miles southwest of Baton Rouge.  During fast and testimony meeting the August following temple dedication the Bishop of the stood up and said:

“The most amazing thing happened to me yesterday. I woke up in my own bed yesterday morning. I drove to the temple and did several endowment sessions. I drove home and this morning I woke up in my own bed.”

At first his statement that this was “Amazing” to him struck me as odd. Then I realized he has never done that before. He had always had to make long drives both ways and would need to stay in a hotel for at least one night, if not two.

No matter how far we have to travel, whether two miles or 200 miles, temple attendance is a sacrifice of time and provides a great service for those who have gone before us.

I know that as we sacrifice and serve the Lord to the very best of our abilities he will bless us the greater strength, and an increased ability to serve and do his work. Our sacrifices both great and small show Him that we love him and that we are committed to the gospel.

Jenny's Talk About Adversity


More than a decade ago I listened to the words of President James E. Faust who said that he “felt great strength and power in the presence of the Divine.”  He elaborated, saying, “A special, sacred feeling has been a sustaining influence and often a close companion."

I often find myself studying the lives and examples of apostles, and when I hear or read a statement like this, I can’t help but wonder how I can achieve those same results.  I want to feel the great strength and power that comes from being in the presence of the Divine.  And I want to have a special, sacred feeling become a sustaining influence and close companion in my life.  The answer on how to achieve this may be surprising.  When we back up and look at that complete statement in context, this is what President Faust had to say,

In the Gethsemanes of life which we all have, and often in my present calling, I have gone to my knees with a humble spirit to the only place I could for help.  I often went in agony of spirit, earnestly pleading with God to sustain me in the work I have come to appreciate more than life itself. I have, on occasion, felt a terrible aloneness of the wounds of the heart, of the sweet agony, the buffetings of Satan, and the encircling warm comfort of the Spirit of the Master.

I have also felt the crushing burden, the self-doubts of inadequacy and unworthiness, the fleeting feeling of being forsaken, then of being reinforced an hundredfold. I have climbed a spiritual Mount Sinai dozens of times, seeking to communicate and to receive instructions. It has been as though I have struggled up an almost real Mount of Transfiguration and, upon occasion, felt great strength and power in the presence of the Divine. A special, sacred feeling has been a sustaining influence and often a close companion."

Last April, President Eyring taught, “If we have faith in Jesus Christ, the hardest as well as the easiest of times in life can be a blessing.”  President Faust clearly understood this principle.  His life was not void of adversity, yet, as he acted in faith, those moments of adversity actually served to bring him closer to the Savior and helped him become more like our Father in Heaven.

President Eyring has been a favorite of mine for years, but one thing I didn’t know about him was that he worked with a contractor building footings and foundations when he was a young man.  As he explained that process he said, “In a similar way, the ground must be carefully prepared for our foundation of faith to withstand the storms that will come into every life.  That solid basis for a foundation of faith is personal integrity.”

I don’t know about you, but I had never really thought of integrity as being the solid basis that helped me through my adversities.  But as he continued, I began to understand.  He elaborated that personal integrity is choosing the right consistently.  He said, “Our choosing the right consistently whenever the choice is placed before us creates the solid ground under our faith…  Those choices, hundreds in most days, prepare the solid ground on which our edifice of faith is built.”

As I ponder this in retrospect, I begin to see how the little choices I make each day really have blessed me when facing difficulties in life.  My sister experienced a very poignant example of this in her own life. 

I was four or five months pregnant with my son Peter when my sister suddenly announced that she was going to welcome a son into her home the following month.  She was surprising us all with the news of an unexpected adoption.  She explained the circumstances of the adoption.  She shared with us the questions and prayers - the acting on faith that had led to this circumstance.  She spoke of the hours she had spent in the temple and the whisperings that had come to her over weeks and months.  She was filled with faith, and as she shared her wonderful news with us it was immediately accompanied by a spirit that touched us all.  We didn’t know this unborn baby – we didn’t even know the birth mom of this child.  But we felt an eternal connection that radiated through our entire extended family. 

My sister already had two daughters, so a son meant painting the baby room blue, packing up all the pink clothes, and going shopping for appropriate boy things.  Preparations were made in a whirlwind and we anxiously counted down the days to the due date.

Then, my sister received a phone call.  For a routine doctor visit, the birth mom had gone to her appointment, and they were unable to find a heartbeat.  The baby was delivered stillborn a few days later. 

It was a shocking an unexpected blow.  Why had all these promptings come to follow a path when it would end in such unfathomable heartache?  My sister plunged into some of the darkest moments of her life in the days that followed.  And many of us, though we didn’t despair to the same extent, felt keenly the pain and suffering that she was experiencing. 

And this is the part of the story, where choosing the right, every day, little by little, made a difference for us.  Nothing about the situation made any level of sense.  But the following weekend was fast and testimony meeting and my mom, my sister and I all mentioned to each other later, that in the midst of our questions and confusion, we had each had the opportunity to share our testimonies of the love and goodness of God.  In our adversity, we fell back on the knowledge that we had gained through a lifetime of personal integrity in following and trusting our Heavenly Father.  And only that could sustain us.

I remember my sister talking about sitting on the chair in the baby room freshly painted with blue walls.  She was rocking back and forth faithfully trying to understand what miracle Heavenly Father was preparing her for.  Nothing could calm her troubled heart.  With good intentions, people all around her offered words of consolation and counsel.  But nothing eased the intense pain she was experiencing.  She had faith that the Lord had raised people from the dead and really couldn’t see anything short of that satisfying her aching heart or healing her from the agony she was in.

And yet, she was healed.

This week she sat in my living room, as we discussed the topic of my talk, and she recounted what a strengthening experience that was for her.  She expressed the understanding that trials have since been easier as she has learned (and this is a direct quote from her) “God knows the end from the beginning and He, by His very nature, is a kind and loving father who wants what is ultimately the very best for us - even when it doesn't seem like the best thing to us, with our limited vision.”

As it turned out, that experience ultimately led to a different adoption and brought her son into our family.  In the midst of it, when people tried to comfort her by saying that she could have another child, she mentally cried out in anguish exclaiming that another child wouldn’t compensate for the loss of THIS child.  It didn’t, and it never could.  But the atonement of Jesus Christ compensates for all loss in ways that cannot be described, but must be experienced.  Her experience was that she has been healed from the pain.  As my mom said to me this week, “Christ takes the sting out of adversity as well as death.  He will make it worth your while.”  We all wondered how it would ever be possible to heal from such a difficult experience and yet now we look back on it with gratitude.

After explaining that the hardest as well as the easiest times in life can be a blessing, President Eyring went on to say, “In all conditions, we can choose the right with the guidance of the Spirit.  We have the gospel of Jesus Christ to shape and guide our lives if we choose it.  And with prophets revealing to us our place in the plan of salvation, we can live with perfect hope and a feeling of peace.  We never need to feel that we are alone or unloved in the Lord’s service because we never are.  We can feel the love of God.  The Savior has promised angels on our left and our right to bear us up.  And He always keeps His word.”

There are different types of adversity.  Some trials come as a result of our poor choices and even sins.  Some trials come to us because of the sins of someone else.  Other trials seem to come by the hand of God.  Some are even just a natural product of Earth life.  But regardless of the apparent source of your trial, you can be strengthened to get through it, and more importantly you can be healed from your heartache through the atonement of Jesus Christ.

We all know those famous words to Joseph Smith in response to his questions about why certain difficulties had happened to him.

“Know though my son (or daughter) that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.”

And then,

“The Son of Man hath descended below them all.  Art thou greater than He?”

I have had experiences that I really genuinely didn’t believe could possibly be for my good.  I just didn’t.  And one day I listened to a song from Women at the Well where Mary and Martha sang to the Lord, “If though hadst been here!”  And they knew, like I knew, that the Savior could have prevented their pain.  But what they learned, and what it took me a full year past that point to understand, was that the atonement is so powerful that not only can it protect us from pains and sorrows, but it can heal us from the most heart-wrenching and anguishing of experiences.

When I asked friends and family what thoughts they had about adversity, my sister-in-law shared this quote by Elder Orson F. Whitney, “No pain that we suffer. . .is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of patience, faith, fortitude, and humility. All that we suffer. . .especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called Children of God. . .and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we came here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven."

I love the sweet story President Eyring told about words spoken at his mother’s funeral.  She had died after a ten year battle with cancer.  President Kimball spoke at the funeral and said, “Some of you may have thought that Mildred suffered so long and so much because of something she had done wrong that required the trials.”  He then said, “No, it was that God just wanted her to be polished a little more.”

President Eyring said that his response to that statement was simply to wonder, “If a woman that good needed that much polishing, what is ahead for me?”

Likewise, as I have faced some of my greatest challenges in life, I have looked around and realized I am not alone.  “The Lord chastens those he loves.”

President Eyring said, “I cannot promise an end to your adversity in this life.  I cannot assure you that your trials will seem to you to be only for a moment.  One of the characteristics of trials in life is that they seem to make clocks slow down and then appear almost to stop.”

He continued, “There are reasons for that.  Knowing those reasons may not give much comfort, but it can give you a feeling of patience.  Those reasons come from this one fact: in Their perfect love for you, Heavenly Father and the Savior want you fitted to be with Them to live in families forever.  Only those washed perfectly clean through the Atonement of Jesus Christ can be there.”

In studying for and preparing this talk, I came to realize that adversity is what gives us experience with the atonement so that we can have confidence in its power when we need it to cleanse us from our sins.  It really is through a perfect love and understanding, that Heavenly Father allows us to experience all things – again, with the promise that they will be for our good.

I have a testimony of these things.  I know that Heavenly Father loves us beyond our comprehension.  I believe that all experiences He allows us to have truly are for our good and given to us as a great blessing.  He will sustain each of us even as we experience our own personal Gethsemanes of life.

In the name of Jesus Christ,
Amen.

Monday, July 16, 2012

The Search Begins

Buying a House, Part II - continued from The E-mail That Changed My Life

The day I had received the rate increase e-mail, I was shocked to find an adorable short-sale home in a very low price point that would make the mortgage payment cheaper than what we were paying in rent.  The house was a cute little West Jordan multi-level.  It was an area that I was familiar with and felt excited about.  It was even blue-gray stone, which has always been dream of mine.  I posted comments on Facebook and my mother-in-law laughed at the undeniable excitement I was obviously experiencing as she and I messaged back and forth.  It was kind of a first for me as I tend to be much more stoic in my personality, and enthusiasm is often difficult if not impossible to detect in me.

My emotions were all over the place that day as I wondered if this would be an option, convinced myself it really wasn't, and then dared to hope again.  We decided that the best place to start would be checking with the bank to get pre-qualified and find a real estate agent.

My husband has worked enough sales based jobs to be loyal to any and all friends he knows in commission based industries.  We immediately contacted our favorite credit union for a pre-qual, and an old friend to be our agent.  Our friend was on vacation, so we called on that first house ourselves and learned that is was already spoken for.  We had good correspondence with our friend even while he was on our trip, which we really appreciated, and he let us know when he would be home.  We started to feel, however, that we needed to go with a different agent.  We ignored that feeling for a few days, genuinely wanting to give our friend the business.  But when he had been home a few days and we hadn't heard back from him, we finally felt that perhaps he wasn't interested in working with us.  (We were a LOW price bracket, so the commissions could seem like pocket change compared to a bigger deal.)  We contacted a different agent and got things going.  (In the end, our friend DID call us back and we felt REALLY bad about going with someone else, but he was really nice about it.  And we genuinely felt like we needed to go with this other agent.)

The night before we met with the agent, Andrew kind of freaked out.  He doesn't like the unknown, and he just didn't know what to expect.  I wondered if we were ready for this step if just the idea of talking to an agent caused so much anxiety.  But really, he was fine.  The next morning we met Terry Bickmore out in South Jordan and he asked us what we wanted in a house.

We explained that we were looking to buy a short sale.  He explained all the negatives of a short-sale including false prices and unreliable time-frames.  We didn't really care.  We hadn't planned on going anywhere for more than a year, and we could hold out for a good deal.  He suggested that we make non-short sales priorities in our search, but agreed to take us to see anything we wanted to look at.

And then the search began.  We looked, and looked, and looked.  Andrew fell in love with the first house we saw.  The one with a completely unusable backyard and no where to grill.  (Yeah, like he was really going to be happy with that!)  He basically looked at all the houses we saw the first day (a good dozen or more) and just decided on the least terrible one.  After talking through it he realized that none of them were worthy of an offer and my impulse buyer decided we would need to schedule another day of looking.

We went out with Terry three different time literally scouring everything that was available in our price point.  We began to think that maybe it wasn't going to work out for us after all, and actually, that was OK because we were happy where we were.  So we settled down, having seen everything that was already out there, and just began watching the new listings trickle in.

To be continued in The Perfect House

The E-mail That Changed My Life

Buying a House, Part 1

It started on a whim when I received an announcement in my e-mail informing me that our rent was going to be raised 5.75%  An increase that high just seemed ridiculous to me and I sarcastically determined that it was time to buy a house.  

In ten years of marriage, we have never felt ready to "settle down" and make a commitment to one place.  And why would we?  We went through employments that would keep us in Utah forever to employments that would never allow us to be in Utah again, and then we landed back in Utah.  We went through multiple phases of "student life" not sure where we would go next.  And that's what we were in the middle of.  Still living the student life in a place that we loved being.  

We moved to the U because we were prompted to do so.  I tried to fight it.  Seriously, I did.  I fasted and prayed for the answer to change.  But it didn't.  It was strong and clear, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, Andrew and I both knew we couldn't.  We knew we needed to go to U of U Married Student Housing.  

The timing was ironic.  We went to Andrew's graduation from the U and stopped in to see our new apartment on the way.  I told Andrew that I wouldn't be able to help him move because I would be spending the day crying.  The apartment seemed like a dungeon to me.  The ceilings seemed low, the carpet terrible (like the carpet between the doors at the grocery store and with no carpet pad), and the walls were made of cinder-block.  (Would I even be able to decorate???)

True to my word, I avoided the scene of the move in which took place June 30, 2010.  But oddly, I didn't cry.  We made the best of things and I quickly realized that I wasn't in a dungeon, I was in a fishbowl!  We had HUGE windows in every room and were on the ground level next to the mail box.  But somehow, despite living in a very conspicuous feeling fishbowl dungeon, we LOVED it there.

Having Ammon start his second elementary school in two years, I told Andrew that we needed to be there at least two years because my child deserved some level of stability.  I wasn't going to have Ammon go to three different schools in three years!  So the plan was to spend a minimum of two years at the U with the more likely possibility of being there for three.

And as it turned out, Heavenly Father knows SOOO much more than we do.  I thought I would hate life there because the apartment was terrible.  But it actually wasn't as bad as I envisioned.  One of our friends who helped us move in actually commented that the floor plan was better than his first home.  He was really impressed with the apartment.  His comments gave me new eyes with which to see the home that had been forced upon me through revelation.

And life there was great.  We had four buildings that opened up into a courtyard.  These four buildings comprised our ward (congregation) and living in such close quarters meant immediate belonging, friendships and comfort with one another.  It was a place that was warm and inviting.  By virtue of living there, you were a part of the group and immediately had an amazing base of friends.  I met so many wonderful, unique and amazing people that I will always remember and admire throughout my life.  I feel so lucky to have been a part of that ever-evolving ward!

So here we were, one year and ten months into our "at minimum" two year stay.  Things were changing; close friends were moving.  And defying all reality, we were feeling that our time there was over.  But the year started with months of unemployment - we were maybe four weeks into a new job after about ten weeks of no job.  Change did not seem to be coming in the foreseeable future, despite the strong sense that it was time for us to move on.  And so it is, with that background in mind, that I began looking at houses in jest; an angry and bitter response to the rate increase.

In the end, a recently released counselor to our Stake Presidency heard of the plight of the married students and also happened to sit on the board of trustees.  He went to bat for us, and the extreme rate increase was deemed unjust and bordering on illegal.  The increase was adjusted to be the standard cost of living increase and was made to take effect beginning July 1.  Everyone could relax - no need to be upset anymore.  Life at the U would continue as planned.

But the wheels had already been set in motion.  Andrew has said with amazement that the e-mail sent out that day was purely for our benefit.  Had we not had that knee-jerk reaction to the e-mail, we would likely still be there.  That frustrating little e-mail full of upsetting and discouraging news is what very suddenly and unexpectedly began our house search and encouraged us to take the seemingly impossible next step in life.

To be continued in The Search Begins

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Bear Lake 2012




We enjoyed our annual Nunes family Bear Lake trip.
We met up in Logan so we could all enjoy the Aggie Ice Cream together.
The kids rode with Grandma in her motor home from Logan to Garden City.


As soon as everyone made it to the camp site, we headed straight to the lake.
I  love the smiles I see on my boys every year when they play in the water.
We spent our evening playing in the lake, eating dinner and then swimming at the resort pool.



Several of us stayed in condos instead of camping.
Andrew and I hosted breakfast (biscuits and gravy) and then we headed to the cave.
The top of the mountain was SWARMING with butterflies.
The kids LOVED it.
Each one of them was able to capture and hold a butterfly.
The cave was fun.
This was the first year we took Peter to it.
He was a trooper and climbed every inch of stairs and walked the entire way on his own.
Ammon and Carolyn were little shadows to the tour guide.
They spent the entire time at the front of the group.
After the cave tour was done, we split up.
Andrew and Katy rode 22 miles from the top of the mountain down to Garden City.




Jeremiah and I took the kids swimming.
Andrew joined the boys in the pool once he returned from his bike ride.


On our third and final day at Bear Lake we got a boat.
Ammon, Carolyn and I biked from the condos to the lake.
We stopped for Shave Ice and were running late.
Grandma Laurel came and picked up Carolyn and Ammon so they wouldn't miss the boat.
I biked the rest of the way, and missed the first boat trip.
The boat came back for me, though, and I was able to join the adventurous trip.
The battery died while we were smack dab in the middle of Bear Lake.
Fortunately, we had cell phone service!
We called the main desk and they sent out a rescue boat.
I think it must happen a lot because he just immediately jumped the boat without trying to figure out anything else.


After the boat ride people started heading home.
The only ones left were my parents and my family.
We had one final activity walking down the boardwalk together.
Then we all headed for more Shave Ice.
We usually bike to milk shakes and I think Andrew hated the Shave Ice replacing that tradition.
But Ammon enjoyed the Shave Ice this year.
He had three, in total.
(So did I!)

It was yet another successful year at Bear Lake.
Can't wait for 2013!

The Joys of June Part 2


I tired to get all of my June pictures in one post.
When I was done I realized I missed a TON of pictures.
So here we go again.

My mother-in-law and I hung out with Rosie's four older siblings the day after she was born.
Peggy came prepared with some fun science experiments for the kids.
They had fun!


We surprised my Grandma with a party in her honor the day before her birthday.
All of my parents grandchildren were there.
The kids just love knowing their great-grandma!
It was fun to celebrate with her.


Uncle Dan let all the kids try out his motorcycle helmet after the party.
Peter didn't want to get on the bike - he just wore the helmet.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

The Joys of June


June was a fun and busy month.
It brought us a lot of change.
Ammon finished 2nd grade.
We said goodbye to Bishop Hansen and welcomed Bishop Sperry
We went to Bear Lake.
I was released as Relief Society President.
We MOVED!

The month started with a Shadel family BBQ.
While we were all together, we sang Happy Birthday to my mother-in-law. 


The next weekend was Peggy and Derrick's anniversary.
Derrick competed in a triathlon that morning so we went to cheer him in.
We spent the rest of the day enjoying time with just the four of us.
We enjoyed time at the park, went to the dollar movie, and enjoyed dinner out.


One summer day was filled with a bunch of neighbor boys playing games at our house.
We're going to miss all the great friends we left behind.


We spent another fun day at the Splash pad.
We are excited to be closer to it and expect to spend many July days there as well.


Carolyn and Kylie competed in their own triathlon.
We went to cheer them on and it's a good thing, too.
When Katy got to the race, she found that Carolyn's tire wasn't working right.
Fortunately Andrew was able to get there just in time to save the day.


Carolyn and Kylie both did a great job in their race.
We are hoping to get Ammon's swimming up to snuff so he can start racing too.

For some reason I am missing pictures of Grandma's birthday.
We were able to throw her a nice party and had fun celebrating her life.


Speaking of lives to celebrate, I got to meet my new niece.
Some of you may remember me posting an Ultra-Sound on April FOOL's day.
This is the sweet little girl who was born to the OTHER Jennifer Shadel.
She is completely precious.


Andrew opted to spend Father's Day grilling for HIS father.
After church we headed to Peggy and Derrick's house.
We had a great visit and yummy food.


And of course - we spent much of June dreaming of our new house.
Looking back at these pictures now, I can tell you I like it even better with our own stuff in it.
We are still completely exhausted from the transition and still settling in, but we love our new home!

A Motorcycle and a Mine in May


My sweet sister-in-law lost her Grandmother in late May.
As long as we in the South Jordan area for the funeral, we made a day of it.
We met my brother Dan at the park and had a great time hanging out.
He brought his motorcycle and gave Andrew some riding lessons.
And of course, the kids had a great time with him on the playground!



May was also the month to go to the Copper Mine for free.
Neither of my boys had been before.
Unfortunately, it was a cold and windy day.
But we still had a good time.
Grandma went  into the Visitor Center ahead of me.
Ammon and Peter were with her.
By the time I got into the building, they had gone into the movie.
So we kind of visited the museum in shifts.
When they got out of the movie, she entertained them with the displays while the rest of us watched the show.

Monday, June 04, 2012

Turning 92

Pictures taken May 19, 2012


My Grandpa turned 92 and Grandma threw him a big party.
She worked hard to make his day special.
Andy and I went over early to help her get ready.
I was exhausted just watching everything she did to make the day as perfect as possible.

At one point, we had a chance to just sit down and rest.
She started to think back to some of the other birthday memories she had created for him.
One of her favorites was an old memory - from more than two decades ago.
It was his 70th birthday party.

I was so impressed by that.
Life keeps going.
It 's never too late to make great memories.
It 's never too late to learn.

I feel so blessed to have Grandma and Grandpa in my life.
I still have lots of lessons to learn and am thankful for the ones they teach me.


Solar Eclipse

Pictures taken May 20, 2012

We were invited to Peggy and Derrick's eclipse party.
They invited all the neighbors.
The telescope was all set up and we got there just in time to see the eclipse start.
Then it clouded over.
We still had fun hanging out in the street.
The clouds cleared a time or two for more viewing opportunities.
It was a fun way to spend a Sunday evening.

Last Day of School


Peter has had two years of preschool and loved them both.
This year was especially fun because he had a close friend in class with him.
On the last day of school they had an art show.
He also came home with TONS of prizes he scrambled to get from a pinata.
After school we at graduation cupcakes to celebrate.

The next day he was already bored.
Peter LOVES learning and playing.
He can't wait for Kindergarten!

Family Proclamation

The First Presidency and Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

We, the First Presidency and the Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, solemnly proclaim that marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and that the family is central to the Creator's plan for the eternal destiny of His children.All human beings—male and female—are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son or daughter of heavenly parents, and, as such, each has a divine nature and destiny. Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose.In the premortal realm, spirit sons and daughters knew and worshiped God as their Eternal Father and accepted His plan by which His children could obtain a physical body and gain earthly experience to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize his or her divine destiny as an heir of eternal life. The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally.The first commandment that God gave to Adam and Eve pertained to their potential for parenthood as husband and wife. We declare that God's commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force. We further declare that God has commanded that the sacred powers of procreation are to be employed only between man and woman, lawfully wedded as husband and wife.We declare the means by which mortal life is created to be divinely appointed. We affirm the sanctity of life and of its importance in God's eternal plan.Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children. "Children are an heritage of the Lord" (Psalms 127:3). Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live. Husbands and wives—mothers and fathers—will be held accountable before God for the discharge of these obligations.The family is ordained of God. Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan. Children are entitled to birth within the bonds of matrimony, and to be reared by a father and a mother who honor marital vows with complete fidelity. Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ. Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities. By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children. In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation. Extended families should lend support when needed.We warn that individuals who violate covenants of chastity, who abuse spouse or offspring, or who fail to fulfill family responsibilities will one day stand accountable before God. Further, we warn that the disintegration of the family will bring upon individuals, communities, and nations the calamities foretold by ancient and modern prophets.We call upon responsible citizens and officers of government everywhere to promote those measures designed to maintain and strengthen the family as the fundamental unit of society.

This proclamation was read by President Gordon B. Hinckley as part of his message at the General Relief Society Meeting held September 23, 1995, in Salt Lake City, Utah.

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