Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Fellowship of His sufferings


This entry is dedicated to those in Zach's family who are suffering right now from their many physical afflictions, and to anyone else who is suffering on the inside.

I started a book called A Disciple's Life written by Bruce C. Hafen. It is the biography of a Neal A. Maxwell, a former member of the quorum of the 12 disciples. It talks about his battle with what would eventually become terminal cancer (leukemia). There are some beautiful things expressed about what this experience teaches him. Elder Maxwell had written and spoken often enough about this "special suffering". Twenty years before in a book he wrote called All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience he says that afflictions come to us because an omniscient Lord deliberately chooses to school us.The very act of choosing to be a disciple... can bring to us a certain special suffering..."
Hafen includes a quote by Anne Marrow Lindbergh which reads, "I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and a willingness to remain vulnerable." It is not simply in suffering that we become Christlike, it is what we choose to do and learn with our trials that refines the soul. Elder Maxwell lets his suffering give him a "feel" for what other people taste in their sorrow and deepens his understanding of the atonement of Christ. "The more I learn and experience," he said, "the more unselfish, stunning, and encompassing His Atonement becomes! When we take Jesus' yoke upon us, this admits us eventually to what Paul called 'the fellowship of [Christ's] sufferings." (Philippians 3:10) Then if we are meek enough, our suffering "will sink into the very marrow of the soul." May we all strive to have this attitude in times of trial.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Whats in a Name?




Juliet:
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Zachary a derivative of Zachariah from the Hebrew name זְכַרְיָה (Zekharyah) meaning "YAHWEH remembers", or God has remembered. (This was the name that Zach's parents chose after 10 years of trying to have another baby.)

Gabriel is from the Hebrew name גַבְרִיאֵל (Gavri'el) meaning "strong man of God," or simply "man of God". Gabriel was one of the seven archangels in Hebrew tradition. He appears in both the Old Testament and the New Testament, where he serves as the announcer of the births of John to Zechariah and Jesus to Mary. According to Islamic tradition he was the angel who dictated the Qur'an to Muhammad.

David from the Hebrew name דָּוִד (Dawid), which was probably derived from Hebrew Hebrew דוד (dwd) meaning "beloved". David was the second and greatest of the kings of Israel, ruling in the 10th century BC. Several stories about him are told in the Old Testament, including his defeat of Goliath, a giant Philistine. Jesus was also descended from him.

Lately we've been thinking about the name for our third boy. We have two that have made it to the short list now: Raymond Frank and Kenneth MacLeod. They are both family names.
(Raymond was my uncle who died trying to save a drowning child and Frank who was my paternal great grandfather who immigrated from Poland to America. Kenneth is Zach's father's name and MacLeod is Zach's middle name which is also found in his family history. We would probably call the first one Ray and the second one Mac so as not to be confused with his grandfather.)

Zach prefers to see what the child looks like before we make our final decision- so sorry mom H., can't help you out with the sweater name tag just yet. Since neither name is set in stone yet I'm just curious about feed back and if there is a really great name out there that we have overlooked.

P.S. If you want to look up your own name go to: http://www.behindthename.com/name/david

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Super Cool



Gabe's retro metal superman lunchbox- cool



Zach re-dying his hair back to its natural color less cool



White eye liner and those bangs- definitely not cool (scary! Alana 16 years old)



Gabe- Super cool!
Gabe is starting his first day of preschool today and I don't know who is more excited, him or me. I know he's going to love it over at Ms. Jan's and I'll be glad to have some one on one time with David Hyrum which he doesn't get nearly as much of as Gabe did. Good Luck Gabe!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Creating



This past week our family got to go to North Carolina Beach for a little R&R under the sun (well clouds mostly) and enjoy time with my sister's family and my folks. We only stayed a few days but that's enough to need a vacation from your vacation when you have small children to watch out for. One of the high lights of our trip however, was getting to watch a sea turtle hatching Friday night during the full moon at high tide. (The picture I've posted is a little deceiving since the hatchings don't usually happen during the day.)I suppose the theory is that between the moon light and the gravitational pull the little sea bound turtles just instinctively know where to go once they break out of their shells on the beach. No one knows exactly when the hatching will take place, roughly 58-59 days after they are laid, but avid nature lovers sit around the nest during the full moon, protecting it from ignorant pedestrians and waiting for the big event. We, on the other hand, had my dad call when the sand started to sink in so we could walk down. (You are supposed to be very still and quiet during this whole process and David Hyrum couldn't quite make the cut so Zach had to take him back early.) Gabe however wanted to stay and so we sat for an hour waiting for the sinking sand to become emerging baby turtles. As requested, he was very quiet and respectful during the hatching despite the multitude of sea fleas that were out for the kill. This is the second time I've been able to watch a hatching and you can't help but feel like its a little miracle that you are watching, much like when someone gives birth.
This got me thinking about creating. Watching some of Heavenly Father's creations in progress has a neat way of leading us to reflect on that aspect of His eternal nature. I was reading a talk by Elder Oaks that lent itself to my musings:

Brigham Young gave us some practical advice on how to do this. “The
difference between God and the Devil,” he said, “is that God creates and
organizes, while the whole study of the Devil is to destroy” (Discourses of
Brigham Young, p. 69).Remember, our Savior, Jesus Christ, always builds us up
and never tears us down. We should apply the power of that example in the ways
we use our time, including our recreation and diversions... During my lifetime
I have seen a strong trend to displace what builds up and dignifies the
children of God with portrayals and performances that are depressing,
demeaning, and destructive.


The powerful idea in this example is that whatever builds people up serves the
cause of the Master, and whatever tears people down serves the cause of the
adversary.
Dallin H. Oaks, “Powerful Ideas,” Ensign, Nov 1995, 25

Some other choice gems I've come across:

Heavenly Father... is a God of creation and compassion. Creating and being compassionate are two objectives that contribute to our Heavenly Father’s perfect happiness. Creating and being compassionate are two activities that we as His spirit children can and should emulate.

The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before.

Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty.

Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty—and I am not talking about the process of cleaning the rooms of your teenage children.

You might say, “I’m not the creative type. When I sing, I’m always half a tone above or below the note. I cannot draw a line without a ruler. And the only practical use for my homemade bread is as a paperweight or as a doorstop.”

If that is how you feel, think again, and remember that you are spirit daughters of the most creative Being in the universe. Isn’t it remarkable to think that your very spirits are fashioned by an endlessly creative and eternally compassionate God? Think about it—your spirit body is a masterpiece, created with a beauty, function, and capacity beyond imagination. But to what end were we created? We were created with the express purpose and potential of experiencing a fullness of joy.4 Our birthright—and the purpose of our great voyage on this earth—is to seek and experience eternal happiness. One of the ways we find this is by creating things.

If you are a mother, you participate with God in His work of creation—not only by providing physical bodies for your children but also by teaching and nurturing them. If you are not a mother now, the creative talents you develop will prepare you for that day, in this life or the next.

You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us. The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.

What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside.

If you still feel incapable of creating, start small. Try to see how many smiles you can create, write a letter of appreciation, learn a new skill, identify a space and beautify it.

The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Happiness, Your Heritage,” Liahona, Nov 2008, 117–20

So what are we waiting for?

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

There is Sunshine in my Soul Today


There is definitely sunshine in my soul today because I'm married to this guy. Wonderful husband and superhero father. Its his first day back at school so he likes to make an impression on all those incoming freshman in his English class. Nothing says, "WAKE UP KIDS its back to school," like his banana yellow coat pictured here.


This past weekend we celebrated his 26th birthday (August 20th) with some family dinner and gifts. On the menu was a Cafe Rio pork salad -yummmmmmm.... A recreation of a Utah restaurant favorite, as anyone who has visited BYU can attest to. I can't wait till that chain comes to NC but for now, the homemade version is an excellent substitute. Zach says its, "the best thing I make," even though I can't claim much of the glory except for following the recipe cards.



Dinner was followed up by the traditional German chocolate cake which he's requested 5 years running. He now has two little helpers to blow out his candles so we had to light them twice. Next year he says he might want to put in a different order for passion fruit chocolate cake he had in Brazil. It has a fancier name than that, but its not coming to mind since I don't speak Portuguese. (Just when I was getting really comfortable at making this cake)


This was his "big" gift, being comfortable while he finishes his dissertation. Up until now we've just been sitting in a folding chair. I'm sure it will be well used in the years to come.



Happy Birthday Hun! I think your tops!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Sleep tight

Here in the Hutchins' household we have had some cute moments lately with our little sleeping angels. They are always angels when they are asleep. (When they are awake it is sometimes an entirely different matter.)





The first picture is Gabe in his "mouse nest." That is what he likes to call it when he gathers (and steals) as many pillows as he can get his hands on and stuffs them all into one pile- preferably all on top of him. I'm guessing he got this idea from a children's book but I can't remember which one. You can see a tiny tuft of hair sticking ouf of the latest nest he built in David Hyrum's crib. He is asleep and sweating profusly under all those pillows in this 90 degree weather but it didn't seem to bother him.


A few days later I found David Hyrum sleeping serenely in his crib with an entire roll of toilet paper around him. I guess I put the porta-crib too close to the TP dispenser and it seemed the perfect amusement before retireing to la la land. Most of the paper is under the blanket I threw over him. It is now being used from a big pile on the bathroom sink one piece at a time.


I may have saved the best for last. This is the close up. The next picture is what you saw when you came in the room.




In the afternoon David goes to sleep around 1:00 and then Gabe had his reading time and a short video before going to his own quiet time. Since they share a room at night David Hyrum takes his nap in the porta-crib in the bathroom so Gabe can play quietly in their room with toys. Its usually quite messy when quiet time is over but he is very good to only leave if he has to use the rest room. The other day I guess he couldn't quite get his shorts back up after using the loo and decided that he was too tired to try. Zach walked in to find a mess and a full moon peeking out around the closet door. Gabe had setteled in there, half naked, and decided to take a snooze for the remainder of quiet time. (I'm sure if he were old enough he would be quite mortified that I was sharing this with the world so lets just keep this between us, ok?) Sweet dreams!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Rodent slayer

(This picture was actually taken over a month ago, its grown)

My garden has been only mildly successful this year. Lots of foliage, limited produce. One of the primary reasons- rodents. Namely Rabbits and squirrels. It is the beginning of August now, well past time for the first ripe tomatoes to be ready and yet until this past week I haven't gotten a single one. You ask why, I shall tell you. Those little gray varmints stole every single one. I know I should be getting ripe tomatoes, I've had green ones for quite some time, and I've also had rows of empty stems where I know tomatoes once resided.


(Just look at those red beady little eyes, I don't think its the camera)


Well my loving husband took up the clarion call to destroy some of the peskiest pests and borrowed a squirrel trap from my father. He has trapped and drown four squirrels up to date in the true pioneer spirit, and I have in fact enjoyed my first handful of sweet cherry tomatoes. The kind you can't get at the store for any price. The tiny tangy garden candy that only comes once a year and was being viciously absconded from my little plot. Do I feel bad about the squirrels? Not at all. It feels much like squishing an ant that is in the kitchen eating my food. Am I glad Zach volunteered for the job so I wouldn't have to drown the small rabble rousers? Absolutely. Thanks knight in shining armor. It at least feels like righteous vengance if nothing else.