I drive everyone else crazy.
As what most people would still consider newlyweds, my wife and I have thought and wondered about what kind of children we are going to have, how many, how far apart, etc., etc., etc. I confess that for a long time the thought of me, raising children, terrified me.
The Lord has taken care of most of that. Work in the nursery! Work in the Primary! See, you’re not scared of children anymore! But I still sometimes worry about my children: what if they’re born with problems? What if they develop problems from their neurotic father? Will they be able to make it in this big, scary world?
The answer to my fears came, interestingly enough, through President Packer, in his most recent conference talk.
“When my wife and I were first married, we decided that we would accept the children that were born to us with the responsibility attending their birth and growth.”
When I heard that, I knew we would be able to accept our children, with their good things and bad things, their strengths and weaknesses. I knew that we would love them; that as President Packer later says, “we would give our lives if our tiny son could keep his.” I knew that the challenges of parenting would not be too difficult for us to meet.
I’m grateful for the chance to start a family soon (No, we’re not pregnant). I know many people who are not in such a position, nor will be in the foreseeable future. If it helps, I’m sure we’ll be willing to rent you out a kid one of these days.
People sometimes ask me if I feel like being gay-and-active-in-the -Church is a sacrifice. Sure I do. But everyone has to sacrifice something. Nobody ever gets exactly what they want all the time. Happy people are the ones who are happy anyway, even when they don’t get what they want. Anybody can be happy when they’re getting just what they want.
. . . Yea, come unto him, and offer your whole souls as an offering unto him, and continue in fasting and praying, and endure to the end; and as the Lord liveth ye shall be saved.
Offering our whole souls to God means the good parts and the bad parts, the parts we like and the parts we don’t, the parts we’re proud of and the parts we wish wouldn’t have happened. It means viewing ourselves with complete honesty, understanding that we aren’t perfect, and giving up our lives to God anyway. Sometimes it means giving up things in our lives we like or want. It means different things to different people. But the requirement is the same for everyone: give God your whole life. All of it.
Everyone who is following the Savior is sacrificing something. What we don’t always see is what He has sacrificed for us, and what He gives us in return. Come sacrifice your life with me.
Wife: It’s 9:00, and it’s still light out!
Me: Well, it is the longest day of the year.
Wife: How did you know that?
Me: It’s the summer solstice.
Wife: Well, how would I know that? I don’t talk to crazy people.
Wife: I guess I just did.
My wife turned in her two-weeks notice yesterday. All I can say is . . .
Peace out freaks
Peace out freaks
Peace out freaks . . .
My wife is quitting her job. She’s very brave.
There’s another five-letter word that starts with “b” that adequately describes her boss, but I won’t share it here, as I’ve already promised not to swear on this blog.
It takes a lot of guts to stand up to someone mean. Especially when that mean person pays you. But it had to happen. And I am so proud of my wife for standing up to her horrible boss and quitting her job like it’s on fire.
I’m oddly at peace about this, even though it means we won’t have any money (please, I work part-time). We pay our tithing, and we’ve always made pretty good financial decisions, so hopefully we’ll make it through the next few months relatively unscarred until I can graduate and get a real job (ha ha!). Having a happy wife certainly helps.
We were watching SYTYCD the other night, and . . .
I thought the preying mantis guy was mad cool.
Go on, judge me.