So What Does Love Have To Do With It? – Step 2 Hope

Recently my brother stopped by for a short visit.  He came from North Carolina where he lives with his family and was accompanied by his son who just returned home from his mission.  Their ultimate destination was Idaho where my brother would help his son get settled for a new year of university education and then return home to North Carolina.

We are a close family, but we don’t see this particular brother/uncle very often.  That’s what makes it so curious that over the past little while my five year old granddaughter, Gracie, comments frequently to her mother, out of the blue, “I really love Uncle Paul.  I really miss him.”  Wondering if Gracie actually has any idea who she’s talking about my daughter finally had Gracie point him out to her the other day.  Dragging a kitchen chair over to the fridge, she climbed up, pointed to the Christmas card photo collage of aunts and uncles and cousins stuck on the refrigerator door and said, “That’s Uncle Paul!  I love him!”

On Sunday night as usual my children and grandchildren gathered at our house for Sunday dinner.  Before leaving home my daughter told Gracie that Uncle Paul was coming to dinner too.  Her response was, “Uncle Paul! (Gasp!) I love Uncle Paul!”  My daughter laughed at her little drama queen who has only seen this uncle a handful of times in her little life and proceeded up the hill to Grandma Nan’s house.

When Paul entered the house Gracie was standing on the staircase and pretended to faint when Paul entered the room.  All evening she was very attentive and as everyone departed she made sure that out of the 22 of us at dinner she said good-bye especially to her Uncle Paul. As he prepared to leave she handed him her own artistic rendering of the two of them together rolled into a scroll.  She gave him a big hug, and as he exited she said with a bit of sorrow in her voice, “Grandma, I’m really gonna to miss him!”

The next day I tended Gracie for a little while and as she chattered I questioned her, “Hey Gracie, how come you love Uncle Paul so much?”

“Cuz he loves me so much,” she responded.

“How do you know he loves you?”

“Well, he always hugs me and he always smiles when he sees me.”

As she scurried off to help her brothers with their Lego creations I thought, “Nannette, you’re being taught a big lesson in love from a five year old.” Her answers to my questions reminded of the very instructive words I discovered one day in 1 John 4:19 that speak of the relationship of a group of people in ancient times with my Eldest Brother, Jesus. “We love him, because he first loved us.”  In other words, their love for the Lord grew out of their knowing and experiencing His love for them.

Before discovering this verse, the only scripture I had memorized on the subject of loving the Lord was John 14:15 where Jesus said, “If ye love me, keep my commandments” (John 14:15).   This verse had always been a spring-board for feelings like, “Nannette, not only don’t you keep His commandments perfectly, but not doing so is actually a sign that you don’t love the Lord.”  That’s a painful thought for a little girl or a grown one.  But the Spirit of the Lord is an expert at cross referencing. When I finally discovered the eight words of scripture in 1 John the Lord linked them to the verse I had memorized as a child, the one I had used to beat myself up.  In fact seeing these two verses side by side—“We love him, because he first loved us” and If you love me, keep my commandments”—really got me thinking.

I don’t know if you are like me, but I always want to start with the “keep the commandments” part.  Maybe I need to start with the “love.”  I don’t know if you’re like me, but I always want to start with the “love Him” part, but maybe it’s more helpful to start with the “He loves me” part.  Maybe when I am struggling to be obedient the most beneficial thing I can do is pray to be aware of His love for me—to see it all around me and to believe it’s real, that it’s personal and as tender as I can imagine.  Then my keeping His commandments will be the fruit or the result of His love for me—His mercy, His grace, His sacrifice—His hugs and smiles undeserved.  My obedience will be my loving response to His love.

That’s what Gracie was really saying.  “Grandma, when I know I am loved, I love back.”

By Nannette W.

Posted Sunday, April 22, 2012

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Christmas Eve Instruction on Finding the Perfect Gift – Perfectionism and Step 1-3

If I wasn’t “finishing up” at Target or All-A-Dollar or Kmart at 5:45 on Christmas Eve, I guess the season wouldn’t be quite the same.  On December 24, 2002 I was given the following insight.  It has made a difference in every Christmas Eve thereafter.

Exhausted and touching on frantic, I completed my Christmas buying that year by going to three stores just as the 24th sun of December was setting, trying to find that perfect, within my budget, healthy (at the request of the children) stuff to stuff in the…(well you know).  First, I flew in and out of some store with the word dollar in the name but obviously not geared for the authentic “I’ve got no money left” shopper!  Then it was on to The Dollar Store with a big finish at Kmart.

I miraculously ended the Christmas shopping within budget, but as I pulled into the garage I had a sinking feeling that what I had purchased was just not right at all.  I entered the kitchen, helloed everyone, turned on the Christmas music and declared that the holiday could now begin.  I noticed my daughters had removed the unfinished chicken, thankfully, from the crock-pot and put it into the ever-faithful oven “in hopes that the dinner soon would be there.”  (Is that a line from a famous Christmas poem?)

As I stood at the sink working toward perfection in the kitchen, I pondered, as I often do while cycling the dishes.  “Just why, Nannette, why is gift giving so completely unsettling to you? Why do you put off the thinking of, looking for, purchasing, wrapping and giving of gifts?  Why are you so “anxietous” (a family word) over every phase of this activity?  I’ll tell you why,” spoke the Messenger to my mind.  “It’s because you always want to give the perfect gift, isn’t it?  You want it to be just the right thing and there is never enough time or money or creativity or understanding to pull it off.  That’s it, isn’t it?”

Then came the instruction.  “Nannette, there is only one perfect gift and it will not matter how early you line up at Shopko the day after Thanksgiving or whether or not you have a wheel barrow full of money with which to fight off the crowds and pay at the register.  You will not be able to buy it.

Your Heavenly Father already conceived of it and His firstborn and only begotten Son already volunteered to be it and it has been offered to every one on your Christmas list!  So let go of the notion of reinventing the magnificent and allow your humble giving of the less than perfect to be a perfect reminder.  Let it bring to your philanthropic heart and near empty hands the testimony that His gift is The Gift that makes up for all lesser offerings.  There is no other gift beside Him.  Allow the contrast to be a symbol of your humble station and His abundant, priceless, perfect present.

By Nannette W.

Posted Wednesday, December 24, 2008

From Nannette’s Christmas Archives Re-posted Saturday, December 24, 2011

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The 12 Steps – God’s Rx for Pain – Step 2

As introduced in the previous posts, over the next few days I’m going to take a walk through each of the 12 Steps, examining each one for its pain relieving qualities.  As you read today you may want to keep in mind some painful aspect of your own situation and think about how Step 2 might bring relief.

Rx #2 Hope – Step 2  Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health.  (AA Step – Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.)

In Step 1 we address the pain of pretending to be “fine,” or pretending to be powerful enough to handle things if, heaven forbid, we are not fine. We become honest about the truth that we have problems (addiction, addicted loved ones, or any other problem we feel hopeless to resolve).  We recognize that we are powerlessness to solve these problems by ourselves, and we admit that our lives have become unmanageable. The humble honesty we develop in Step 1 brings us much needed relief, but more is needed. Step 1 helps us come to terms with the truth that we need help, but where do we turn?

Step 2 is the Lord’s prescription for the pain of feeling alone and without power.

After taking Step 1, those with experience in recovery told me it was important to move on to Step 2.  The divine prescription for the pain of being alone and without power to solve our problems is hope—not hope centered in ourselves or others or in any particular outcome, but hope in and through Jesus Christ alone.  The instructions for this medication are “Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health” [or sanity].

The Picture of Resistance

When my mother was a little girl she was required to swallow down a spoon full of dreaded cod-liver oil every morning before heading for school.  Good grief! I don’t know who I feel sorriest for, my mother or her mother.  Now days we sweeten up children’s medicine, but even so, when I’m asked to care for a grandchild currently taking an antibiotic, I feel a certain amount of dread.  It brings to mind all the mother /grandmother medicine moments of the past—trying to deliver medicine with as much gentleness and patience as possible, but oh, the great resistance.  I have tried to disguise it by cleverly mixing it in their breakfast.  Of course, with the first taste the child rejects it all together, leaving me not only with the problem of medicine undelivered, but breakfast ruined.  Countless times I’ve had to resort to squeezing their little cheeks so their clenched baby mouths will open, then getting the spoon or dropper barely inside, praying for success, only to be greeted with gags and the greater part of the medicine spilling out of the mouth and down the chin, with all that sticky, usually red, for their own good stuff ending,  not in the blood stream where it can do some good, but under their quivering chin and on the only pair of clean PJ’s in the diaper bag.

I think maybe in my own way I’ve put up a childish fuss when it comes to receiving the Lord’s medicine. You’d think I’d be desperate to do whatever it took to exchange the despair of being alone with no prospect of progress, for hope. Why would I resist? Why did I spit out or reject my need to “come to believe that the power of God can restore me to spiritual health?”   Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I felt like I’d been a believer all my life?  I was a believer, but obviously there was something missing.  There was some kind of a disconnect between me and the help I needed.   As I approached Step 2 I had to take a close look at each word of instructions on the medication labeled Hope. These are some of the things I discovered:

“Come to believe…”

 First of all, I didn’t want to “come to believe.”  Coming to believe sounded like something that would have to take place over time.  My tendency was to want what I wanted when I wanted it. With Step 2, the Lord seemed to be asking me to be willing to grow in my belief in Him and in my understanding of all the blessings this developing belief can bring, not in a moment but little by little.  He was asking me to be patient with the process of coming to know Him.  That has not been easy for me.  “Coming to believe sounded like the description of something I had been frustrated with all my life.  I have always longed for the kind of witness I thought everyone else was receiving, the big moment in time when the Lord would reveal himself to me so that I might live with a sure confirmation of His reality the rest of my days.  But it didn’t come like that. Believe me, I know that yearning for the BIG spiritual event and only having eyes for God in the spectacular does not engender hope.   This grand expectation is instead the source of a kind of profound spiritual loneliness.

Today I am learning to be happy and quite content with the direction to “Come to believe.”  Today I keep my eyes open for the Lord all day long and I am sure to see Him.  I will see Him in all the little things of life.  I will see His hands.  I will see His fingerprints all over my day.  Today my belief will grow.  It will be greater than it was yesterday but not what it will be in the future. “Coming to believe” is powerful pain medication.

Come to believe that the power of God…”

 In Alcoholics Anonymous there’s a saying that goes something like this, “In order to recover, I had to fire my old God and find a new one.”  Well, I wouldn’t say I had to fire my old God, but I sure had to get to know each member of the Godhead better.  I had been taught from the cradle that my Heavenly Father and Jesus loved me.  I don’t remember ever being angry with Them, confused at times maybe, but not angry or disbelieving in any way.  I simply was uncomfortable around Them. I imagined to myself that Heavenly Father and Jesus were like serious distant uncles of great authority and I was an awkward young girl who wasn’t ever quite sure how They felt about me.

I knew God had power.  After all, He created the earth and stars and roses and elephants and babies.  I also knew He had power to help me with certain kinds of things like earaches and passing a test if I had truly studied for it or finding my keys. —You know what I mean – good girl problems.

This was my confused understanding of the plan.  I knew that my job was to keep the commandments, and that in the scriptures Jesus says, “If ye love me, keep my commandments” (John 14:15).  Maybe that was it.  Maybe I didn’t love Jesus enough. If I somehow loved Him more I’d be able to keep all His commandments. Jesus’s job was to suffer for my sins so I wouldn’t be punished for my sins. This was completely contingent upon my ability to make myself perfect (repent sufficiently).  Jesus’s job was also to die so I could live again, with Him again, or not, depending on how I did with the repenting unto perfection part of the plan. The job of the Holy Ghost was to try to keep me on track mostly by being with me and helping me to know what to do.  This was contingent on whether I was already being good and was worthy of His help.  If I was “bad” He went away.

My tangled understanding boiled down to this –I have a problem, but in order to receive the Lord’s help I need to be really, really good.  The problem is that being really, really good IS my problem.  Now that’s a problem!

Now these are not things I was taught, but what I thought. Whether this view was the result of a childish misunderstanding or the tendency of my natural (separated from God) man self toward pride and perfectionism, I cannot say.  I only know that my old view of God led me around and around in a very painful cycle instead of down a progressive path toward my eternal home.  I needed the Lord’s help in order to become more righteous, but I continually felt unworthy of receiving help because I was not perfectly righteous.

My new and much improved understanding of God is that He loves me and wants to help me with anything that is keeping me from making progress.  My problems aren’t too big or too bad or too small.  Not only does He want to help me, but He can.  A big part of putting an end to this painful damning cycle and receiving hope was to understand the doctrine of grace and how it connected to the doctrine of repentance.  I studied the definition of grace and repentance in the Bible Dictionary: I was taught that because of Jesus Christ’s Atonement (His suffering in the garden for my sins and His death on the cross) He has been given power by my Heavenly Father to help me.

Grace: It is likewise through the grace of the Lord that individuals, through faith in the atonement of Jesus Christ and repentance of their sins, receive strength and assistance to do good works that they otherwise would not be able to maintain if left to their own means. This grace is an enabling power that allows men and women to lay hold on eternal life and exaltation after they have expended their own best efforts.

Repentance: repentance comes to mean a turning of the heart and will to God, and a renunciation of sin to which we are naturally inclined. (See LDS Bible Dictionary)

As I pondered this new understanding I felt the Spirit whisper, “Nannette, what good work could be more important to Jesus than helping you be good more continually?”  Jesus can actually help me do what He asks me to do.  Now that’s Good News!  When I took Step 1 I let go of pride and admitted that my best efforts had been expended.  I took Step 2 by turning my heart to the only One who could help me make real lasting progress.  Renunciation of sin is the “voluntary surrender or putting aside of sin” (Merriam-Webster Dictionary).  I could repent!  I could humbly admit that I had come to the end of myself.  I could turn to Jesus Christ and surrender.  I could pray for power to change, not my power but His!

Come to believe that the power of God can restore you…”

 In my study I learned that Jesus wants to do far more for me than plead my case at the last judgment.  He wants to restore me.  He wants to help me change.  He wants to redeem me.  To redeem is to “make good the defects of” (Merriam-Webster Dictionary).   If I go down to Utah Lake with instructions to redeem the lake my mission will be to make it clean. Redemption is Jesus’ job, redemption of people, redemption of me and of you.  He wants to do everything in His power to make us clean.  Not just “all mankind” but you and me, individually.  He is not on a distant star, sitting on His throne, tapping His foot, watching to see if I will choose the right.  He wants to be involved!  He has paid a heavy price to be involved.

“Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health”

And what will be the result of His work in my life?  Spiritual health.  Jesus has the power to help me become spiritually well.  The Great Physician Himself has purchased this power with His own life. What does recovery from addiction have to do with spiritual health?  Everything!  My addiction is what I turn to, habitually, that’s destructive, instead of turning to God.  And why would I turn to something destructive instead of turning to God?—Because I am spiritually unwell.  This lack of spiritual well-being is the result of being separated from God.  We all were.  That was what the Fall was all about.  Separation.  Spiritual death. Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost are unified in their desire to help me overcome the pain of separation with the joy of reunion.    Taking Step 2 is becoming willing to cooperate with them in the planning and carrying out of a spiritual reunion, my reunion with them.  Addiction recovery is primarily about recovering our relationship with Them. That’s why people without addictions read the Guide to Addiction Recovery and Healing and say, “Well I think everyone could use these principles.”  They are right.  Every mortal has experienced the Fall and feels the pain of separation.  Every living soul is in need of being recovered or redeemed, no exceptions.

Conclusion

After much study and practice I have truly come to believe that I can turn to Jesus Christ, and through the Holy Ghost He will use the power Heavenly Father has given Him, because of His Atonement, to restore me to spiritual health, or the ability to think and take action with the complete soundness of mind and body that can only come through my restored or recovered relationship with Him.

Likening the words of Nephi unto myself I can take these words personally and so can you, “…wherefore, [I] shall come to the knowledge of [my] Redeemer and the very points of his doctrine, that [I] may know how to come unto him and be saved.  And then at that day will [I] not rejoice and give praise unto [my] everlasting God, [my] rock and [my] salvation? Yea, at that day, will [I] not receive the strength and nourishment from the true vine? Yea, will [I] not come unto the true fold of God?” (1 Nephi 15:14-15)

I testify that “that day can be this day. In Step 2 I surrender to the fact that this transformation of my relationship with God is not going to happen overnight.  I become willing to experiment with the truth that the power available because of Jesus Christ is real. I concede to the truth that I don’t have to be perfect to receive it, but that as I receive it I will be made perfect.  Then I watch, I pray, I study, and I practice believing until I do believe.  What I discover is that this in not nasty medicine that I have to hold my nose and gag in order to get down. It is not only good medicine, but it is the only lastingly effective medication for the pain of feeling alone and powerless.  Lehi describes it as, “most sweet, above all that I had ever tasted” (1 Nephi 8:11).  It is unlike all other medications for pain the world has to offer — you can’t overdose. In fact you can never get too much of it.

By Nannette W.  Posted Monday, October 31, 2011

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Spinning Goals into Gifts, Heavens Great Transformation

Today I would like to share that much of what I desire in this life is surprisingly coming to me as a gift from God rather than a goal for God.

In the book “Alcoholics Anonymous” page 8 one of the founders, Bill W. shares, “I was to know happiness, peace, and usefulness in a way that is incredibly more wonderful as time passes.”

Happiness, peace, and usefulness, in great abundance, are certainly what I have always wanted and thought I was working toward. The paradoxical thing about my life today is that happiness, peace, and usefulness are no longer the focus of my desires, but they have become the byproduct applying each of the gospel centered 12 Steps and using all the tools the Lord has given me to live in daily, hourly, moment by moment connection with Him. The other day, I simply had to pause in the middle of an activity and acknowledge the peace I was feeling. I hadn’t been “working” on peace. I hadn’t set a new goal to be more at peace, but there I was feeling it. It was given to me. It was a very tangible thing like being cold or hot or tired or rested or full or hungry. I was in peace, a fact I never could have manufactured. I do desire even greater happiness, peace, and usefulness. Who doesn’t! However today I know that this cannot be my focus. In fact when I make these things my aim I begin to feel crazy inside. My experience is this – First I must come unto Christ in all the ways I know how and seek to know what He wants me to do next, then I must seek His power to do what I think He wants me to do, and finally I must take action believing that He is helping me. I am nowhere near perfect or even proficient at living this way, but when I do the happiness, peace and usefulness I obsessed over for so many years come – as gifts received from God rather than goals achieved for God.

By Nannette W.

Posted Friday, August 12, 2011

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My God in Simple Terms – Addiction Prevention

Several months ago my nephew received the Priesthood. As a special surprise for him my sister-in-law asked each member of our extended family to write him a note. In this note we were supposed to share something of ourselves. She gave us several ideas. The option I chose was to put into words some of the most important things I have ever learned. I’ve decided to share my letter with you:

Dear ______,
As you know your Uncle and I are serving a mission. Our work is to help members of the Church who have become addicted to substances and behaviors that are destroying their lives. We have seen many miracles in our own lives and in the lives of others. I want to share some of the most important things I have learned about the Gospel during my mission.

1. Heavenly Father and Jesus and the Holy Spirit love me and you more than we can even imagine. Even though we have not been perfect, even though we make mistakes they still love us.

2. They are “omniscient.” That means they know everything in the universe. That includes everything about you and me. They know exactly what we need in order to continue to learn and grow.

3. They are “omnipotent.” That means that they have all the power. Any power you and I have comes from them. Any power we need must come from them.

4. So, when I do anything good (accomplish a goal, repent of a sin, serve another person) I am being directed and given power by God.

5. They will help me with anything I need help with – Nothing is too small and nothing is too big. I use to think that maybe some things were too insignificant, too small to bother my Heavenly Father about. I use to think that some things in my life were too hard, that even God couldn’t help me with some things. Today I know that if I am filled with worry and care over anything, Heavenly Father and Jesus and the Holy Spirit care too.

6. I use to think that they would only help me with “good kid problems” like if I lost my keys or I needed to find a job or had the flue. I’ve learned that they want to help me especially with things that cause me to feel bad about myself, things in my life I need to repent of, ways I need to change. In fact, I have learned that I can’t change without their help.

7. I have learned that I can go to them and be honest about any of my weaknesses and admit that I can’t change, or solve a particular problem, or endure a trial, or accomplish a goal by myself. I can ask them to change my heart and help me know what to do and to give me the power to do the right thing. They will always respond.

8. I have learned that when I live the commandments to the best of my ability it’s a way of telling them I love them and that I need their help. When I pray, or read the scriptures, or go the church it’s like sending them a little invitation giving them permission to help me.

9. Finally I have come to appreciate the life and work of Jesus Christ and His Atonement. It is because of the Atonement that I can receive help from Heavenly Father and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. The help we receive because of the Atonement is called Grace. Grace is the “enabling power” that can help us do something we would not be able to do by ourselves. I need this power every day in small things and in big things. You will too.

10. One of my favorite songs is “Choose the Right.” Choosing the right is more than just knowing right from wrong. There are many people in the world who know what they should do. Today I know that the Jesus will not only help me know what is right but that He can give me the strength to actually do what is right.

I love you. You are going to be a great man. I hope the things I have shared with you will help you on your way.

With much love,
Aunt Nan

The things I shared with my nephew are foundational to Addiction Recovery, so why would I share them with a 12-year-old young man who is about to receive the Priesthood? I shared them because I believe they are not only foundational to recovery; they are the foundation of addiction prevention. Addiction is what I turn to habitually, that’s destructive, instead of turning to God. I wanted to share with my nephew and now with each of you the things I know about God today that help me feel comfortable and willing to turn to Him instead of anything else. They can be taught in very simple terms. They can be taught to children of every age, and they can be demonstrated in the way we solve our own problems in front of children.

By Nannette W.
Posted Sunday, October 24, 2009

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Easter Sunday – Step 2 Hope

Today was Easter Sunday. All day long I have been trying to think of a message worthy of the greatest event in the history of mankind. I was not successful. Tonight as I was getting ready for bed this simple thought came to me. The most important thing about Easter Sunday is that Jesus will be there for me on Monday. Now that IS grand!

By Nannette W.
Posted Sunday, April 12, 2009

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Fire His Impostor – Steps 2 and Step 3

It would not be uncommon for someone with years of sobriety in Alcoholics Anonymous to share the following at an AA Meeting. “In order to ‘[Come] to believe that the power of God could restore [me] to complete sanity’ (AA Step 2) and ‘[Make] a decision to turn [my] will and my [life] over to the care of God as [I] understood Him’ (AA Step 3) I had to fire my old God.” The first time I heard this comment, I was sitting in a community 12 Step support group. My ears perked up. I was a bit taken back. “But I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints! This advice does not apply to my case,” I thought to myself.

I could certainly see how others might need to replace the God of their understanding with another, but not me! My “Higher Power” was God the Eternal Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit, three glorious beings whose work it was to bring to pass my Eternal Life. No sir, the advice to fire my old God and hire a new one did not apply to me! I had been to Primary, Young Women, Seminary, and Brigham Young University. I had spent a lifetime praying to Heavenly Father and singing, teaching and testifying of the true and living God. Adopting a new God could not possibly be the key to the mighty change I desired.

I imagine that like me, many active members of the Church feel they have already taken the first three steps. One day I had an experience that helped me see that in a sense I would do well to revisit my vision of God. It was a very simple experience, a moment in time. My Grandma lived in a neighboring town, just a short distance from our home. One day I was doing housework when a simple impression came into my mind, “Nannette, call your Grandma.” Then, “Nannette, you should call you Grandma!” Then “Nannette, you should’ve called your Grandma!” Then, “Nannette, you are the worst Granddaughter in the world. You hardly ever call your Grandma!!!!” I continued to scrub the bathroom feeling like I’d been given a royal scolding by the God of my understanding. Then these peaceful, gentle words flowed into my mind, “Nannette, I simply said, ‘Call your Grandma. Please don’t assign the drama and the scolding that followed to Me. That was not My voice.”

Today when the devil starts giving me a royal scolding in the name of God I recognize Him for the impostor he is. I ask myself, “Nannette, would your loving Heavenly Father, or His Son, or the Holy Spirit talk to you like that?” The truth is, I didn’t have to fire old my God, but I did have to get to know Him better. I had to learn to recognize His voice. I had to come to trust His character. The God of my understanding today has the same name as He did when I was a little girl. The difference is that today I know He knows me and He loves me. Today I hear His voice more clearly. I didn’t have to fire my old God, but in order to place my hope and trust in Him, just like the alcoholic with years of recovery, I had to fire His impostor.

By Nannette W.
Posted Monday, February 23, 2009

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The “Standing Long Jump” – A Contradiction In Terms? – Step 2

Recess at my elementary school meant swinging around and around on the monkey bars until you were sick, which I never experienced, because I couldn’t get up enough momentum to swing. It meant standing or running around the inside a large circle painted on the playground with lots of other little kids until that embarrassing moment when someone threw a large rubble India ball at you and didn’t miss. It also meant swinging on the rings, like a monkey, one hand after the other, which I also never mastered because every time I tried it felt like I was going to pull my arms right out of the sockets.

Physical education class included the mortification of waiting my turn to be “up to bat.” I have no words to describe the anxiety. “Three strikes your out.” Boy I’ve heard those words more than I care to admit. “Just bunt it Nannette.” “Just walk Nannette.” Just give me a good game of Caroms, foursquare, or tether-ball. What I’m trying to say here is that I was not a very physically fit, strong, active child.

One fateful day in the middle of the 1960’s I sat in school doing reading, writing, and arithmetic dreading the hour we would be sent out to “play” or have P.E., when the teacher stood and announced that the President of the United States was concerned with the physical fitness of the children of America. He had personally come up with a plan to help us get in shape.

For the next 10 years President Kennedy’s Physical Fitness Tests were the bane of my existence. I never passed. In high school The Presidential Fitness Tests became even more of a frustration. The deal was if you flunked you no longer had the option of taking swimming or folk dancing or volleyball. No, you took Physical Fitness and practiced until you got it right.

Whenever I think of the Presidential Fitness Tests, the one that makes me laugh at the thought is “the standing long jump.” Isn’t that a contradiction in terms? I clearly remember standing at the line. “Bend you knees Nannette. Swing your arms forward then backward a few times and then lung forward from a standing position and jump!” Year after year I stood there thinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” There was never anything “long” about my jump. “Just sign me up for remedial PE class for yea, one more year!” Physically speaking, from where I’ve come from it could only have gotten better…and it finally did.

One of the miracles of recovery for me is that thirty-seven years after high school graduation I’m blessed with the greatest physical fitness of my life. God delivered me from 90 pounds. I’m not any kind of Olympian by any means, but hiking, lifting, swimming, a brisk walk, and a little running are activities I welcome today. I’ve hiked up and down a challenging mountain three times now. I’ve run a half marathon and a 10-mile race. I always come in last or nearly, but I run. It truly is a miracle.

I share this in the same spirit that motivated Ammon when he said, “Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things… (Alma 26:12)”

When I think back on all the things I tried, hoping for some kind of lasting ability to overcome compulsive eating I am reminded of the “standing long jump.” I lined up time after time at the starting line of one exercise or food plan after another. Then I’d put all the energy I could muster into doing the deal. I even seemed to move forward, but nothing long, nothing that long lasting.

Then one day someone introduced me to the thought “that God could and would [help me] if He were sought”(Alcoholics Anonymous, 60). I had no idea He would care about such a thing. My testimony is that He cares about anything that is holding us back physically, spiritually or emotionally. What’s your “standing long jump?” Is there an area in your life where you are standing still and trying to jump long? I invite you to begin to apply the 12 Steps, because when the Lord is involved the “standing long jump” is no longer a contradiction in terms.

By Nannette W.
Posted Monday, February 9, 2009

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The Message From the Cedar Waxwings – Step 2 Hope

Step 2 says, “Come to believe that the power of God can restore you to complete spiritual health.” One of the pivotal words in this step is the word “you.” Can restore you Nannette! You restore you ______ (Fill in the blank with your own name.) It doesn’t help me at all to believe that God can and will help everybody else. I have to progress in my belief that He can and will help me. One of the things I’ve learned to do to foster this belief is to keep my eyes open for little signs, personal signs, witnesses to me that the Lord is minutely aware of my situation at every moment.

A day in the life of a Home School mom is full of one-on-one tutoring. In my case I had the challenge of teaching five children who were all at different ages and stages. Five levels of reading, writing, and math – Five children with varying interests and attention spans – It’s really quite a challenge! I was always on the lookout for methods I could use to teach something to all five children at the same time. It had to be something that would hold everyone’s attention. It had to be a method that allowed everyone to learn at his or her own speed and on his or her own level.

I found the good old-fashioned flash card met the criteria perfectly. One picture is worth a thousand words, especially if half of your class is too young to sit and listen to a thousand words. I made large 8×10 flash cards. It allowed us to learn the names of hundreds of things – colors, shapes, animals, Presidents of the United States, Presidents of the Church, musical instruments, leaves, flowers, famous works of art, anatomy, the planets, geographical land and water forms, countries and their capitals, events in history etc. I made good use of every simple picture I could find – old calendars, use discarded out of date textbooks that were filled with great pictures. I had a great time collecting, but I had an even more wonderful experience rotating through various subjects and presenting new cards to my children. There’s nothing like walking into the Visitor’s Center on Temple Square and having your five year old say, “Look, that picture is ‘Gethsemane’ by Harry Anderson.

We had a great experience, but I have to be honest and say that there were times when it was hard and I was weary. There were times when I wondered if it was all worth it and if I was really doing what the Lord wanted me to do. Was he really aware of me and my little class of five? Would He help me keep up the pace day after day?

One night I sat on my bed until late cutting up an old calendar and gluing pictures of different kind of birds on to cards. I remember going to bed and telling the Lord that I was worn out, that it had been a hard day, and “was I doing the right thing?” The next morning we resumed our regular school day schedule. Half way through the morning I gathered everyone together. We sat on the floor in the living room and I drew out the ten new cards flash for the week, all pictures of birds. I flashed each of the cards one at a time, stating the name of the bird. The children repeated the name. We reviewed the ten cards following this same format three times. One of the birds I had selected the night before was the Cedar Waxwing, a lovely little bird, crested, mostly soft brown, black around the eyes, a yellow tipped tail, and red spots on the wings. I had never had the opportunity of meeting this bird, and when I flashed it for the children I commented that I wished we had something besides robins and sparrows in our neck of the woods. With that I finished up, put the cards away, and fixed lunch.

After lunch my oldest daughter walk her little brother over to a neighbors house. She was gone only a minute when she came bounding back into the house. “Mom, Mom, you’ve got to come and see. In the trees by path to the church there are hundreds of Cedar Waxwings.” We gathered and followed my little bird watcher to the path. Sure enough, a numberless flock of soft brown, crested, blacked eyed, yellow tip tailed birds with red spots on their wings rested in the neighbors trees nibbling away at the left over autumn fruit that hadn’t yet fallen to the ground. I stood there in amazement. I stood there looking up for a very long time. I looked up at the birds in wonder and I looked to Heaven in awe that the God of the universe would send a flock of birds to bring my children and me a message. “I am aware. I care very much. And most important, if I can deliver the birds to match you little flash card I can help you with anything.”

I’ve looked every year since and never seen another Cedar Waxwing in those trees, but if I keep my eyes and heart open I can have a “Cedar Waxwing day” seven days a week. The Lord loves to manifest Himself to us. There are always Signs.

Take a look at these beautiful birds: http://www.ownbyphotography.com/newpage5.htm

By Nannette W.
Posted Friday January 30, 2009

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Christmas Eve Instruction on Finding the Perfect Gift – Step 1, 2, 3, and Perfectionism

If I wasn’t “finishing up” at Target or All-A-Dollar or Kmart at 5:45 on Christmas Eve I guess the season wouldn’t be quite the same. One December 24, 2002 I was given the following insight. It has made a difference in every Christmas Eve thereafter.

Exhausted and touching on frantic, I completed my Christmas buying that year by going to three stores just as the 24th sun of December was setting, trying to find that perfect, within my budget, healthy (at the request of the children) stuff to stuff in the…(well you know). First, I flew in and out of some store with the word dollar in the name but obviously not geared for the authentic “I’ve got no money left” shopper! Then it was on to The Dollar Store with a big finish at Kmart.

I miraculously ended the Christmas shopping within budget, but as I pulled into the garage I had a sinking feeling that what I had purchased was just not right at all. I entered the kitchen, helloed everyone, turned on the Christmas music and declared that the Holiday could now begin. I noticed my daughters had removed the unfinished chicken, thankfully, from the crock-pot and put it into the ever-faithful oven “in hopes that the dinner soon would be there.” (Is that a line from a famous Christmas poem?)

As I stood at the sink working toward perfection in the kitchen, I pondered as I often do while cycling the dishes. “Just why Nannette, why is gift giving so completely unsettling to you? Why do you put off the thinking of, looking for, purchasing, wrapping and giving of gifts? Why are you so “anxietous” (a family word) over every phase of this activity? I’ll tell you why,” spoke the Messenger to my mind. “It’s because you always want to give the perfect gift, isn’t it. You want it to be just the right thing and there is never enough time or money or creativity or understanding to pull it off. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Then came the instruction. “Nannette, there is only one perfect gift and it will not matter how early you line up at Shopko the day after Thanksgiving or whether or not you have a wheel barrow full of money with which to fight off the crowds and pay at the register. You will not be able to buy it.

Your Heavenly Father already conceived of it and His first born and only begotten Son already volunteered to be it and it has been offered to every one on your Christmas list! So let go of the notion of reinventing the magnificent and allow your humble giving of the less than perfect to be a perfect reminder. Let it bring to your philanthropic heart and near empty hands the testimony that His gift is The Gift that makes up for all lesser offerings. There is no other gift beside Him. Allow the contrast to be a symbol of your humble station and His abundant, priceless, perfect present.

By Nannette W.
Posted Wednesday, December 24, 2008

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