Saturday, March 19, 2016

Carl the Caterpillar

Carl the Caterpillar
Lives on the ground.
He has fun all day
While he wiggles around.
He has many friends
Who like him a lot,
But Carl’s on happy
With the stuff that he’s got.
There on the ground
Carl has all he needs.
But he thinks what he wants
Is the stuff that he sees.
He watches the others
Who live around him.
They slither, they crawl,
They climb, and they swim.
Those creatures are good,
Even great, in his eyes,
But he thinks that the best
Are those in the skies.
He envies the birds
As they speed through the sky,
But he’s green from the wish
To become a butterfly.
The butterflies fly;
They flutter and flit.
But all Carl can do
Is just watch while he sits.
‘Cause that’s all he can do:
Just sit there alone.
At the end of the day,
He just wiggles back home.
That’s all Carl thinks about.
Just why couldn’t he fly?
If he knew how to do it,
He might give it a try.
So Carl starts working.
He works night and day.
He asks questions. Does research.
He must find a way.
Just wishing helps no one.
Hard work must come, too.
If you persevere
And work hard, you’ll come through.
And so, Carls toils.
He works hard and long.
He says, “I can do it!”
With his confidence strong.
He now has the knowledge.
It’s time for the test.
He’s never done it before,
But he’ll try his best.
He follows advice
That’s been given to him.
He relies on that wisdom
Through thick and through thin.
It’s been 10 long days.
Preparations complete,
Carl emerges
On 6 brand-new feet.
Holding in eager breath,
Carl tries out his wings.
They’re perfect! Amazing!
Of all beautiful things!
Carl is happy.
He’s up flying free.
His hard work paid off;
He’s the best he can be.
There’s much to be learned
From this story I’ve told.
Some thought and hard work
Are worth much more than gold!
Don’t sit around moping.
Envy won’t pay.
Get up! Help yourself!
Then you’ll find a way.
Always remember--
Hard work is the key.
The work we put in
Is what makes you and me.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Handprints in Concrete

This was posted on Inspiration Lamp Post on Monday.  I hope you take a look at the website!  They have some great programs that you can look at by clicking the link at the top of the page.


It was hot, the boys were sweaty, but it was done.  We now had a new door leading to the basement.  Right in front of it, they had just set a flat slab of wet concrete in preparation for the steps we would soon put in.  We proudly lined up, all 11 of us, to make a handprint and write our name next to it.  Then laughing, we ran to the hose to wash off the wet cement before it dried.

That was the summer of 2014.  Now, if we were to go and look, we would still be able to clearly see the prints we put there two years ago.  And as long as the concrete stays there, our marks will always be there.

A little over 200 years ago, in 1809, a little boy was born in Hodgenville, Kentucky.  As the boy grew up just like any other little boy would, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about him.  And yet, after years of hard work on his part, he became the 16th president of the United States and one of the most famous.  Abe Lincoln’s mark on history will never be forgotten.

Growing up, Abraham Lincoln loved books.  He read them all the time, even while performing other tasks.  Education was top on his priority list, and that’s what he spent his time on.  As he got older, he began working hard.  He threw his heart and soul into everything he did, and he made sure what he was doing was the best thing.  Though his family was not wealthy and couldn’t provide major opportunities for him, Lincoln worked on building his own mind and body.  By the time he was elected President in 1860, he was full of experience, wisdom, and knowledge.  He was the right man to lead our country through one of the hardest times in its history, not because of fortunate upbringing or “fate”, but because he had chosen to immerse himself in the best things he could.  He didn’t waste his time on things that didn’t benefit him.  The effort he put in made who he was, and he was great.

In the late 1800s and early 1900s, a man’s influence swept across British India and inspired the world.  But Mahatma Gandhi had not always been the powerful, peaceful man he is known to be.  It took years of painful trial, mistakes, and great challenges before he decided to change, but that change altered the world.  The great effect he brought on many people has never faded, and men and women alike will continue to look to his example forever.

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was a shy child, afraid of everything.  He didn’t do well in school.  He was married at age thirteen, barely graduated from high school not long after that, and failed in college.  His marriage was rough, and he seemed to have no hope for a bright future.  He didn’t succeed at becoming a lawyer in London, but it was there that he found himself.  Nothing made him change: he exerted his power of choice and took a step back.  He admitted what he was doing wrong.  He recognized the examples and sacrifices of others.  He decided to change.  What a change that was!  Some would say his nature was altered, but I believe he simply discovered his true nature.  But whatever happened, it had a great impact.  His life was never the same, and it changed the lives of countless others.  And it was all because he took control and made a choice.

What do Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, and handprints in concrete have in common?  None of them will ever fade.

Let’s say I’m walking along the side of the road and come across a muddy spot.  If I press my hand into the mud, will the mark last?  No.  Even if it dried untouched, it would eventually fade or become wet again, and probably wouldn’t be there a week or two later.

Now let’s say I’m walking down the road and I come to where they’re laying a new sidewalk.  If I press my hand into this, will the print stay?  Yes, and it will be there until the sidewalk no longer exists.  

Likewise, when you’re travelling the road of life, you have two options: spending your time on things that won’t last, or making a mark that will permanently change the world.

When you’re on this great Road of Life, you may be looking at the aforesaid two options and not even know it.  I’m sure all of us have made plenty of handprints in mud.  There might be a few of us who have made some prints in concrete already, who knows?  Some of us may have passed over the wet concrete, deliberately or without knowing.  Still more of us may feel forced to make a handprint against our will.  Whatever the circumstance, one thing will never change.  That thing is your own power to choose.

Like Abraham Lincoln, we can choose to spend our time on the things that will truly benefit us.  We can focus our willpower on building our minds and bodies in order to better perform our mission.  Like Gandhi, we don’t have to let our circumstances or our past decide who we will become.  We can take hold of our lives and choose to make a difference.

The names of Lincoln and Gandhi were not well known when they were younger.  Most other famous, historic people were not born that way.  Their choices are what made them great.

Making a handprint in concrete doesn’t have to mean changing the entire world or spreading your name across the globe.  It could be making a profound impact on someone’s life.  Being a good example for someone else can change their life forever, and they will never forget you.  You are capable of making a permanent mark on this world, no matter the size.  It may not be your lot to be famous.  But then again, that could be your mission on Earth.

No matter your purpose, you are meant to make a difference in some way.  When you work to focus solely on the best things, the things that build and teach you, you will be led to fulfill your mission.

Somewhere out there, a square of wet concrete is waiting for you.  You may even be able to see it.  Do all you can to work toward it.  Someday someone will look back with gratitude and admiration on your handprint in the concrete.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Don't Ever Forget

      Here in this life on this earth, we have a veil.  There are so many spiritual and eternal things that we can't see or understand.  It's so easy to forget.
     
      I forgot.  I looked away from my eternal goal.  Because I wasn't focused on God, my path no longer pointed toward Him.  I strayed, and found myself stuck and alone.  The things that had taken me away from God had turned on me, and I was constantly being tortured by regrets, bad feelings, and lies.  Darkness had crept up.  And all I could think was that I had failed.  That I wasn't good enough.  That I wasn't living up to what was expected of me.  And there was no point in trying to get back.
      I started doing things I had promised myself I would never do.  I gave in to things I never thought I would be tempted to give in to.  I almost turned into someone completely different.  I've always been a happy person, but rarely was there a smile on my face.  And if there was, it faded all too quickly.  People noticed that something was wrong, and stopped enjoying my company.  If someone asked if I was okay, I would just shrug it off and leave.  I wanted to stop feeling like I did, but I wasn't willing to accept help or do what it took to get out of this hole I had stepped into.
      It got really bad.  I couldn't bring myself to go anywhere.  I cried all the time and was angry and irritated constantly.  I insulted my family and verbally hurt my mom, who is my greatest hero.  There was one day when I couldn't eat, couldn't stop crying.  I skipped voice lessons and left my house.  I walked to a nearby park, and walk around and back and forth, sobbing, for three hours.  I wasn't planning on going home anytime soon.  Then suddenly it all went away.  I stopped hurting.  I wasn't happy, but I wasn't hopeless either.  I walked home right away.
      The next day, I went to to the temple.  I hadn't been in so long, and the familiarity and love of the place was a great relief and comfort.  Near the end of my time there, a great clarity was brought to my mind.  I suddenly knew.  It was as if someone had been speaking in a different language, but had changed to the language I understood.  "You're not looking in the right place.  You're focused on the wrong things."  Then I remembered.  I remembered the times when I had felt the love of Heavenly Father so strongly I couldn't contain it.  I remembered when I had been healed by His power.  I remembered how strong my relationship with Jesus Christ was.  I couldn't imagine how I had been persuaded to stray from those things.  The things that mattered and affected me most.
       I'm not going to tell you that everything was rainbows and sunshine from there, because it wasn't.  It didn't get better right away.  And you know what?  Sometimes it gets really hard to believe that it will ever get better.  But I'm starting to come back to life.

      There was one time, a couple of years ago, when I was very sick.  There was nothing any doctor could do.  No explanation or solution.  But one day I prayed harder than ever I had before, and suddenly my pain was gone.  But not all trials end that way.  We won't always be instantly healed.  But God will always heal us when we are willing to let Him.  He is always there, even when we can't see Him.  Jesus Christ loves us more than we can possibly imagine.  We are capable of feeling so much love, and yet we can't even fathom the amount of love that Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father have for us.  And it is always there.
      Don't forget.  Don't ever forget.  Because God is there, and always will be.  He will guide us in every step of our journey.  His hand is always available for us to hold on to.  Don't you ever forget.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

The Parable of the Geode

Once there was a cave full of glittering crystals.  This cave was situated near a popular mountain trail, and so became a major attraction for hikers.  During the Spring, Summer and Autumn months the cave was flooded with tourists and natives alike.  People “oohed” and “aahed” and flashed cameras, often pointing out favorite formations and clusters.
Amid the sparkling glamour of a particularly gorgeous crystal bed, there lay a rock.  A magnificent rock of his kind, but in comparing himself to the beauty of the gems he felt downright ugly.  No one wanted a picture of him.  No one commented on how amazing he looked.  He told himself that all he ever did was get in the way of what the people really wanted to see.  And all he wanted was for someone to notice him, to say he was good enough.  But he never noticed when someone did.
Years went by.  Snow came.  It melted.  Leaves grew, then fell, and snow came again.  As this cycle rotated again and again, the rock became more and more miserable.  He dwelt only on the fact that he wished he was something he wasn’t.
Then one day, a certain man entered the cave.  He wore the apparel of one who often works with minerals.  As he walked through the cave toward the rock he admired the crystals, making comments supported by more knowledge than any previous visitor had possessed.
“How wonderful,” thought the rock.  “This man, of all people, will know and acknowledge my worthlessness.”
The man soon reached the place where the rock lay.  He didn’t say a word, but examined the rock for a moment before slipping him into a bag at his side.
A few hours later, the rock was retrieved from the bag and placed on a table beneath a bright light.  The man carefully positioned a very small chisel on the rock’s side.  He gave the chisel a few small taps.  The rock began to crack.  A little more manipulation from the man’s skillful hands and the rock separated in half, falling open on the table.
Little rainbows of reflected light jumped onto the walls and ceiling.  Some of the purest, finest crystal that had ever been seen had just been found.  For so long the rock had believed that he was worthless because he didn’t look like the other crystals.  But he eventually realized that he really was a gem inside.


The End

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Carrots, Eggs, and Hot Chocolate

Hello there, people!  This post was put on the Shaking Brains blog yesterday.  Don't forget to check it out there with all the other wonderful stuff on there! :D

      What do carrots, eggs, and hot chocolate have in common (besides being food)?  Let’s find out!

      We’ll do an experiment together.  We have three pots of boiling hot water.  We also have a carrot, an egg, and a packet of hot chocolate.

      Let’s put the carrot in the hot water.  At first, the carrot doesn’t seem to respond.  But after a while, if you look closely, you’ll see that it has expanded slightly and paled a little.  Then if you poke it with a fork, it will fall apart to the touch.  The carrot has given in to its circumstances, becoming soft and malleable.

      Now let’s put the egg in the next pot of water.  Watching it, you’ll notice little bubbles gathering around the shell, but no visible effect.  Even after you take the egg out of the water, the shell is still hard and the weight hasn’t seemed to change.  But crack the egg, and you’ll find that because of its situation, the egg has hardened.

      Now we’ll pour the hot chocolate powder into the last pot of hot water.  Give it a little stir.  Oooooh, can you smell that?  Delicious chocolate scents the air and wafts around the room.  In this case, you can’t take the chocolate out of the water to see what the water did to it.  You pour it into a cup and enjoy what the chocolate did to the water.
      How do we deal with our boiling water?  We are constantly surrounded by a world that tries to destroy us.  Are we like the carrot, who gives in and lets the circumstances take over, becoming soft and unable to defend itself?  Are we like the egg, who when confronted with adversity becomes hardened and unwilling to bend?  Or are we like the chocolate, who embraces the situation and turns it into something that improves everything involved?