Be Still My Soul

We as a people, nature, animals, weather and things created by God have a certain energy that seem to flow through . We often will go into the mountains or find a place to just commune with nature. Animals also can become a source of peace and serenity. The quiet calm is fed through them and our surroundings and returns again to us to renew and strengthen us.

It all works together to create a heavenly peace for us to draw closer to our higher selves as we walk hand in hand with Savior. There is little else on earth where we can and enjoy such peace when we can’t be in the temple.

2nd Nephi 4:15 And upon these I write the things of my soul. I writeth them for the learning and the profit of my children. Partially taken from the Book Mormon.

I often think of my children. All but one are inactive in church. Many times I have wondered how can I influence them to come back. All except one has been baptised, this has caused me concern.I pray for the welfare of their souls.

They are good children that love me. I have watched them battle with their own demons. Like most mothers I have wanted to step in and fight their battles for them but cannot. I think this is what Heavenly Father goes through.

The best I can do is to be there to catch them when they fall, support them as they struggle to stand back up. Be there to encourage them as they work their way through, give praise when they succeed.I can always tell them I love them, give counsel when they ask me for it, give a hug even when they didn’t ask for one. Make each one feel as if they are the most important one in my life. See each child as unique individuals for that is what they are. Not be afraid to show my gratitude and if a tear should fall in the process, instead of choking it back, let it fall. I think tears are exclamation points to our emotions.

When I leave this earth, I hope they will remember me not for my own shortcomings and faults but as a mother who truly loved her children.

Schooling for life

When I was younger and in school, one thing that each classroom had was a blackboard. The teacher would stand in front of it to give the lessons for the day. I would sit for hours each day either absorbing or trying to absord each topic whether it was math, history, spelling etc.

There would be breaks throughout the day for recess, lunch and trips to the bathroom. But once these things were over and I would come back to the room, my eyes would be drawn to the blackboard for further instruction. that blackboard was an essential part of my learning process.

Usually at the end of the school day, either the teacher would clean the blackboard or call upon a student to come clean the blackboard to make it ready for the next day. Not too often but once in awhile something might be intentionally left written. Something that meant she was not done with a topic or that it was important to know.

Our lives are like those blackboards, each day we start with a blank slate, every day has a fresh start. whether we have struggles, or trials or just something we wrestle with. We do our best to work through them for that day. And although we will have certain things that may get carried over to the next day, we can rest assured that come the following morning we can begin anew. We don’t have to go to bed each night carrying those burdens.

Who am I

One question that was asked a lot while growing up was “So who are you?”
They weren’t asking me in a way as if they were wondering how I fit in as to the group but who I was as a person.
I hated being asked this. How was I supposed to answer it? I didn’t know who I was except I was the way I was perceived by others.

Now when I am asked. “Who are you?” I can tell you.
I am a woman that loves all things positive, I love my children immensely , I love my family, I love the beauty of nature, I love animals and above all else I love my Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ. Without them none of the above could be possible.

I am a culmination of all that I love.

My Spiritual Lifesaver

As my children were growing up, we would sometimes go for a picnic or go to the ocean for a day. It was so much fun for everyone, we would get a rubber raft so that we could pull it out and ride the waves into shore.

Upon one such day, my son had me get into the raft and pulled me out as far as he could so I could ride a lot of waves in. Once I was out far enough, he turned around and headed back to shore. Just about that time a huge wave hit the raft and knocked me out of it. The tide began pulling the raft out to sea. So I swam after it and hooked my finger through the oarlock. Once I had secured it, I went to stand up but there was no ground for me to stand on. I began getting pummeled wave after wave, each time I was going further out and try as I might to swim back to shore, I was being pulled further out.

I held onto the raft through the oarlock knowing if I let go of the raft I would have drown. My arms began to ache and my finger was hurting so bad. I screamed for help but no one could hear me. I was terrified. I didn’t understand much about undertow but was learning first hand. I began to pray for divine intervention. I was completely alone and everyone on shore looked like small ants.

Then a voice told me to put my feet and legs on top of the water. When I did, I was no longer in danger of the strength of the undertow and the waves carried me back safely to shore. I knew my prayer had been answered.

One day I realized how this is much like the trials we all face in our lives. Sometimes we can feel like we are being swallowed up by our trials and what is going on in the world. Sometimes we feel as if we are barely keeping our heads above the water. This can leave us feeling isolated as if there is no one that can help us. If we put our faith in our Heavenly Father and the Savior then we can rise above life storms and He will safely guide us home.

In Quiet Solitude I Sit

Science and technology is wonderful and I am grateful for these. Seeing an actual photo of a jet breaking the sound barrier or hearing that someone can pitch a baseball at 108 mph is quite impressive. Looking at photos taken by the hubble space telescope of galaxies undiscovered can leave a person breathless and as great as these are I sometimes forget of truly miraculous things that happen everyday all around me.

A child’s prayer can reach the Heavens faster and further than any man-made machine.

A single tear shed by loving parents on behalf of a child can be heard louder than any chaotic noise on earth.

A beautiful song can cause my spirit to swell beyond comprehension.

A kind word or a hug can be more healing than the skill of a surgeons hands.

Yes much can be said for the marvels of man but none can compare to knowing what God can and does do in my life from day to day.

The times I sit and contemplate on these things always brings on overwhelming gratitude that my heart can’t contain or tears cannot wash away.

His reassurance that everything will be ok has more weight to it than any amount of gold could buy. His praises I will sing forever.

Laughter is the best medicine

I have no insights to share today, but I do believe that a good sense of humor is vital to each of us. So with keeping that in mind, I am reposting this found on the physiological effects that humor has on you, your physical and mental well being..

When it comes to relieving stress, more giggles and guffaws are just what the doctor ordered. Here’s why.

By Mayo Clinic Staff

Whether you’re guffawing at a sitcom on TV or quietly giggling at a newspaper cartoon, laughing does you good. Laughter is a great form of stress relief, and that’s no joke.

Stress relief from laughter

A good sense of humor can’t cure all ailments, but data is mounting about the positive things laughter can do.

Short-term benefits

A good laugh has great short-term effects. When you start to laugh, it doesn’t just lighten your load mentally, it actually induces physical changes in your body. Laughter can:

  • Stimulate many organs. Laughter enhances your intake of oxygen-rich air, stimulates your heart, lungs and muscles, and increases the endorphins that are released by your brain.
  • Activate and relieve your stress response. A rollicking laugh fires up and then cools down your stress response, and it can increase and then decrease your heart rate and blood pressure. The result? A good, relaxed feeling.
  • Soothe tension. Laughter can also stimulate circulation and aid muscle relaxation, both of which can help reduce some of the physical symptoms of stress.

Long-term effects

Laughter isn’t just a quick pick-me-up, though. It’s also good for you over the long term. Laughter may:

  • Improve your immune system. Negative thoughts manifest into chemical reactions that can affect your body by bringing more stress into your system and decreasing your immunity. By contrast, positive thoughts can actually release neuropeptides that help fight stress and potentially more-serious illnesses.
  • Relieve pain. Laughter may ease pain by causing the body to produce its own natural painkillers.
  • Increase personal satisfaction. Laughter can also make it easier to cope with difficult situations. It also helps you connect with other people.
  • Improve your mood. Many people experience depression, sometimes due to chronic illnesses. Laughter can help lessen your depression and anxiety and may make you feel happier.

Without humor you might grow old looking like this. Poor kitty.


Not too long ago, my son came to paint the ceiling in my home. Paint had dropped onto my floor and it left a mess. I cleaned it with my Swiffer mop and although I managed to get some of it removed, much was still left on my floor, I tried other solvents and nothing worked. Instead of dealing with it, I put my efforts into other areas of my home. But those paint spatters were an eye sore. I knew the day would come that I would have to buckle down and get on my hands and knees and tackle it.
I felt that it would be an undaunting task. The day came and I decided I would either succeed or die trying. I got me a bucket of hot water, a sponge, some old towels and a magic eraser. I figured by the time I got done my back would be killing me and I would be completely bald from pulling my hair out. I turned on some good country music to jump start my adrenaline.
As I started, the paint was coming up a lot easier than had been anticipated. I was so excited by this and I continued on till the whole floor had been done! Then looking over my floor I noticed one little drop of paint still left behind, I went over and began to work that spot, it would not budge, I tried scraping it up, I tried everything but that little sucker would not go away. It still sits on my floor, so small you can’t even see it unless you get down and search for it. I have affectionately named it humility. Lol


I fell asleep hard last night and awoke about 1:30 a.m. my mind was filled with so much turmoil. Satan was tormenting my mind with needles of injustices, fretting over things that might happen, fear and anger. I wrestled with it looking for a way to free my mind of these troublesome thoughts. I pleaded with my Heavenly Father to help me free my mind and soul. The harder I tried to find peace the stronger the same annoyances came, they were flooding my mind. I pleaded even harder. I felt like a cornered animal that searches looking for a way out of their situation. How do we escape our own mind?

I kept changing position and everything I tried to replace such negativity with only opened the door to another doubt, another scenario that would cause me even more mental stress. Somewhere in the midst of this came the word TOLERANCE. I began to ponder on this word and what it meant. The unease of my mind was being brought on by some people who are not tolerant of what I believe. As I laid and thought about it, I realized I was being a hypocrit because I was not being tolerant toward them. I was too busy being offended and feeling as if I was headed for a show down which did not fit in with this world of Zen I had been trying to create.

So in my pleading with my Heavenly Father to help get me straight, He was chastizing me for accusing others of something I, myself was guilty of. I laid there, tears filled my eyes. I was so grateful to see His hand once again working in my life. When I accepted this little lesson, my mind cleared and my feet were set on the path of peace that I was so desperately trying to find again.

I love my Heavenly Father and my Savior for their tender mercies and the power to free me from my own mental prison.

Mission Impossible

Your mission, Debra, should you choose/decide to accept it, …

This morning my cat Mr. Kiki woke me up about 5:30 a.m. like he always does, wanting to play. I went to roll over to grab his favorite morning play toy. it is an elastic string attached to a plastic stick and on the other end is a bell with feathers attached to it. My back screamed at me, “Hey where do you think you are moving to?!”

I laid there praying in my mind, “please, please, please let it pass”. I have severe arthritis that starts from my lumbar and travels all the way up into my neck, I also have spinal stenosis coupled with a lumbar cyst that presses on the nerves in my lower back causing a lot of sciatica pain. Most days I can function pretty good with the help of Ibuprophen, but there are days like today that even the simplest movement causes me an extreme amount of pain.

Normally I keep water next to me on my nightstand but I had drank all of it the night before and being the dummy that I can be at times, I didn’t replace it. I was so sleepy that I figured I could make due in the morning.

So I knew I had to get up and get water, I rolled over, and the pain was immense, I managed to stand up and walk but my whole back was stiff and I kept thinking, this must be what metal objects feel like when they begin to rust up.

With every step I took, I moaned and even though it was such an ordeal to get from point A to point B my main objective was to get water so I could take the Ibuprophen that would bring me some relief so I could function.

I got the water and made it back to bed, grabbed the pills and downed them with my water. I laid back against my pillows, hallelujah! I had done it. Now I wait for them to do their magic.

I started think about how our struggles in life is like this scenario, sometimes our trials and struggles seem near to impossible to overcome and we have to choose as to whether we are just going to give up and succumb to them or we can choose to persevere in spite of them. Some days it is almost like MISSION IMPOSSIBLE.

These little victories and lessons in life are what gives everything meaning to me.