Monday, November 19, 2018

44 Days


On October 6, 2018, the prophet challenged us to read the Book of Mormon before the end of the year:

"I invite you to read the Book of Mormon between now and the end of the year. As impossible as that may seem with all you are trying to manage in your life, if you will accept this invitation with full purpose of heart, the Lord will help you find a way to achieve it. And, as you prayerfully study, I promise that the heavens will open for you. The Lord will bless you with increased inspiration and revelation.

As you read, I would encourage you to mark each verse that speaks of or refers to the Savior. Then, be intentional about talking of Christ, rejoicing in Christ, and preaching of Christ with your families and friends. You and they will be drawn closer to the Savior through this process. And changes, even miracles, will begin to happen." --Russell M. Nelson

I finished reading the Book of Mormon today. As usual, I sat down to write and reflect on the experience. I always learn and understand the most when I try writing my thoughts down. Even though this was a personal journey, it felt like a good idea to share it here. No matter how often I gather my courage and share my personal experiences, that exposed vulnerable feeling that comes with the sharing never goes away! The part of President Nelson's challenge that I didn't do as well with was being intentional about talking of Christ with my family and friends. This post will hopefully begin to accomplish that part of the invitation.

First things first: when I heard President Nelson's invitation for a speedy Book of Mormon read-though, I groaned a little and said to myself, "another Book of Mormon power-read-through? I have read the Book of Mormon plenty of times, both fast and slow. I don't need to read the Book of Mormon at top speed again. Reading it quickly with a deadline on the horizon, stresses me out. I don't get nearly as much out of it as I do when I read it at my own pace. I don't struggle with remembering to read the scriptures daily, so even that element of the challenge will be lost on me. I already have a study method going for the Book of Mormon right now--I don't have time to do both my system and a read-a-thon!"

My pride almost got the better of me before I checked it and committed to read the Book of Mormon by the end of the year. I multiplied it out: 531 pages in 86 days came out to 6.1 pages per day. Not too bad. I geared myself up for a rigorous three month reading schedule.

Even though the prophet encouraged highlighting, I decided not to underline every mention of Jesus Christ. My main reason for this choice was because I forgot about that part of the challenge. By the time I was reminded of that part of the challenge, I was already nearly 100 pages in and didn't want to alter my groove. A few years ago I began a read-through wherein I highlighted every verse that speaks of Christ for a few books in the Book of Mormon, and it was hard to figure out which verses to underline. When I tried to mark each verse with Jesus in it, I spent so much time hemming and hawing over which verses to highlight and how to mark them (color? underline? outline? circle the verse number?) that I gave up on the effort. Do you highlight the verses that prophesy horrible destruction just because they begin with "Thus saith the Lord"? Do I only highlight the actual names of Jesus, or do I highlight the entire verses? Maybe I'm overthinking the entire exercise, but rather than obtaining yet another cheap blue missionary Book of Mormon to color 75% of the pages red, I elected to return to my beloved leather scriptures for this reading and only read, not mark. I mentally highlighted verses about Jesus Christ each time he was mentioned. I figured that was the spirit of the challenge--to seek Jesus Christ actively in the Book of Mormon. 

The beauty of the gospel is we are each encouraged to figure out how to apply it to ourselves individually. I am writing about how I personally chose to act on the prophet's invitation, but what I did is not the only way! It is simply the way that felt right for me.

I decided to do this read-through in my "official scriptures" (my pretty leather bound book) rather than in the app. It has been years since I read regularly in paper scriptures. I have used the Gospel Library app almost exclusively ever since I got my first smartphone four years ago. The Gospel Library app is amazing for scripture study, with so many references and resources right at my fingertips. But when I returned to my paper scriptures, I experienced a surprising feeling of connection with the words: I was holding a physical book whose only purpose was to testify of Jesus Christ. That singleness of purpose is powerful in a day of all-in-one handheld devices.

When I read scriptures on my phone, I am holding a device that has hundreds of different functions and capabilities. The act of holding the physical book of scriptures (rather than my phone) while I read communicated to my family what I was doing much more effectively than me staring at my phone while telling them "I'm reading my scriptures." When my kids walked in and saw me with my scriptures open, they immediately knew exactly what I was doing, no explanations necessary. I don't know if it made a difference to them, but it made a difference to me--I am always trying to minimize my phone usage around my family, and reading my paper scriptures reduced my dependency on my phone at least once a day while also conveying the silent message that reading scriptures is important to me.


On October 7th, I woke up, opened the Book of Mormon to page 1, and dutifully began reading. It was fine, just like always, but after a few days, the familiar cadence of 5-7 pages per day felt stale to me. I was still reading for the same amount of time each day as before, but now I was on a schedule. Cue Shaina-stress! My pride balked at legislation of one of my most personal moments of the day: I viewed scripture time as my own journey. It was my jurisdiction and my job to figure out how to make it work for me! (time for a piece of humble pie, Shaina.) I didn't want a stressful reading schedule invading that safe space! Even though I was going through the motions of accepting the challenge by reading my page allotment each day, it took a little longer for me to "accept this invitation with full purpose of heart."

The farther I read, the more I started dreading the Isaiah chapters in 2 Nephi. Isaiah has always been rough reading for me. Admittedly, I have never read a companion book for study help alongside Isaiah or used any external explanations. (I'm saving that mental exercise for when I have a little more guaranteed quiet for my scripture study time.) George Frideric Handel is the only person who has ever made Isaiah a joy to me. The obligation to wade quickly through heavy scripture like Isaiah is one of the top reasons that I resist scripture speed reading challenges. "If I don't understand much of Isaiah when I read it slowly, how on earth am I going to survive six whole pages of it per day?" I thought to myself.

The promise was "if you will accept this invitation with full purpose of heart, the Lord will help you find a way to achieve it."

The solution came to me unexpectedly: read faster! Wait, what? Read MORE than 6.1 pages per day. The overall number of days spent in Isaiah would be less! I wouldn't have to spend the rest of the year working on/stressing about this challenge! (I know I shouldn't stress, but at this point in my existence, I mostly try to minimize my stress rather than remove it entirely, since trying to completely remove stress is stressful.) My new daily reading minimum in the Book of Mormon became ten pages. That's only four pages more, but it still was almost double the amount, and in scripture-time, four pages is a significant addition.

Finally I found a way to accept the invitation with full purpose of heart. By choosing a daily reading load that shortened the timeline of the read through, I made the challenge my own and finally completely committed to it.

When I began reading ten pages of the Book of Mormon every day, I quickly noticed three things:
  • My six page-a-day rut was broken. I was starting and stopping reading at different places than I had on previous end-of-the-year BOM reading challenges, and the entire scripture reading experience felt refreshed.
  • Because I was starting and stopping at different places than usual, different themes and verses stood out to me.
  • Several big picture themes, patterns, and ideas that I hadn't noticed before surfaced in my mind as I read, thanks to the higher volume of pages I was covering each week.
As I read, I felt more in touch with the Book of Mormon as a whole. When I was reading page 400, it hadn't been too long since I read page 1. I remembered more of the stories and teachings as I read and I got a sense of the book as a whole more than I ever had before.

My ten page minimum forced me to devote at least 20 minutes a day to scripture study. That doesn't sound like much, but as a mom it is shocking how difficult it can be to find 20 semi-quiet minutes where reading the scriptures even seems remotely possible. Some days I had to break it up into smaller pieces. Lots of days I sat up in bed and read groggily, first thing in the morning before the kids descended upon me with their thundering footsteps.

Before this reading challenge, usually I just read my scriptures each day until one or more of my kids interrupted me, then called it good and move on with the day. Sometimes that meant I got 20 minutes in, sometimes I only got 1 minute. My rationale was that motherhood was an important calling and it seemed to me that Jesus wouldn't tell someone to "go away while I finish reading this chapter." I still believe that, but the benefit of consistent daily spiritual nourishment of a solid square 20+ minutes of scripture time every day is worth the struggle! In other words, I don't want to give up as easily anymore.


I also don't want to constantly be ignoring my family to read scriptures, but there is a balance in there and devoting 20-40 minutes per day to reading the scriptures over the past 44 days showed me that upping the daily time I spent in the scriptures outweighs the inconveniences. On that steady daily diet of scripture reading, my personal peace increased. It's hard to describe. I felt calmer and more peaceful in my middle, kind of like how I felt after the ten day social media fast, but this was more of a calm feeling than the quiet I felt then. As an expert worrier and stresser, I am extra sensitive to peace when it comes. Reading the Book of Mormon for 20+ minutes every day for six weeks gave me such a steady flow of peace. As usual, I didn't really realize that the cozy peace was there until the challenge was over and I started processing the experience. 

This morning, I only had one book left: 13 pages to go! I was rounding the last curve and heading into the homestretch. But I didn't want to sprint it in. The book of Moroni is always a treat to read. I was looking forward to it, so I took steps to make the experience as positive as possible. While I shower, Amber usually watches a show to keep her out of mischief in my absence. On some days of this reading challenge, I have extended her show-shower benefits by an extra episode in order to gain actual quiet uninterrupted time reading the scriptures (it makes such a difference, as long as I can swallow the mom-guilt brought on by extra screen time). I decided to give Amber an extra show today so I could read in peace. I finished showering and snuggled into my chair with my scriptures. After I read a few verses, my stomach started growling. I wasn't just a little hungry; I was HUNGRY-hungry. When that happens, I feel nauseous and I must eat fast to avoid it. The joys of my sensitive stomach and high metabolism are many. So I paused my scripture reading, made myself an early lunch, and returned to read while I ate. My phone kept buzzing, so I silenced it.

Beautiful, familiar words about charity flowed over me.

"But charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with him. Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure." --Moroni 7:47-48

And as a powerhouse conclusion, Moroni's loving invitation:

"Yea, come unto Christ, and be perfected in him, and deny yourselves of all ungodliness; and if ye shall deny yourselves of all ungodliness, and love God with all your might, mind and strength, then is his grace sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ; and if by the grace of God ye are perfect in Christ, ye can in nowise deny the power of God." --Moroni 10:32

Then just like that, I reached the end of page 531. Amen, and it was done.

It felt good. It also felt a little sad; the challenge was over. Mostly I felt satisfied--that deep satisfaction that comes from doing the right thing, from finishing what I started, and from reading the words of truth in the Book of Mormon every single day. I sat and basked in that feeling for a few minutes before returning to the fray (aka unplugging Amber).

I took some pictures to commemorate the day because that's what I do.



I have never had big drastic spiritual experiences as a result of finishing reading the Book of Mormon. My testimony of its truth has always been slow and steady, confirmed and strengthened over and over every single time I read in it. I read the Book of Mormon in 44 days this time. That's the fastest I've ever read it through, and although speed is not something I aspire to where the scriptures are concerned, I am glad to have had the experience of reading the Book of Mormon in such a relatively short time. 

"...as you prayerfully study, I promise that the heavens will open for you. The Lord will bless you with increased inspiration and revelation.... You will be drawn closer to the Savior through this process. And changes, even miracles, will begin to happen."

What a promise! I have felt it come true for me. I know that the Book of Mormon is true because of the spirit I feel every time I read it. I know that Jesus Christ lives. I love him. He knows and loves me and every person on the earth. My testimony of his gospel is strengthened a little bit more every time I choose to follow him.


Truth and joy


Saturday, November 17, 2018

October gold

Now that November is more than half over, I am finally gathering October’s loose ends. Every month I do a miscellaneous photo post, and every month I struggle to write anything interesting around the photos. It’s so nice to have a record of the in-between daily photos, so I must forge onward in spite of the difficulty. Sometimes I skip the preface and simply caption the pictures. Other times I write an unrelated story and then share the pictures. This time, I’m going to hold a written vigil for the beauties of October as I sit huddled on my couch underneath a thick quilt, wearing an actual shawl over my wool turtleneck. (The modern term for “shawl” is “blanket scarf,” I believe, but it’s totally a shawl.)

October was gorgeously mild. It was a joy to be outside not only because of the perfect temperatures, but also because of the happy sunshine. October’s gold lingered almost an entire week into November, then the cold iron gray grip of November seized our valley and iced over all memories of warmth and the color yellow. During October it was easy and fun to go on daily adventures with Amber, wandering around out back in the countryside behind our house. Sometimes we needed jackets, but usually long sleeves and sunshine were sufficient. I did my best to store up as much vitamin D as I could on those walks, but I think I used it all up on the first day of freezing fog this week.

It astounds me when I “think back” and realize that the cold has only been here for a week. One measly week and my defenses are already crumbling. Thankfully yesterday (Friday) the fog lifted and Amber and I were able to enjoy a long lovely ramble again. That girl needs her outside time. Last night I looked at Jeff and said “can you even imagine living in our old Grandview neighborhood with Amber now?” His eyes got big and he shook his head. Amber is a country girl, through and through. She thrives on free-form exploration. I thrive when Amber uses her energy up outside, rather than in pestering me all day inside like she did during the frigid foggy days earlier this week.

Jay and Rose are still around here too, I promise. They are inquisitive little people too. Just this morning, our conversation in the car revolved first around chess moves, then moved on to after images, or the effect produced by the eye after looking at a bright light. It was all a bit scientific and strategic for early on a Saturday morning. Bless Jeff, our family factotum, for fielding the questions. But I am getting ahead of myself. Back to October. I narrowed October’s miscellaneous everyday snapshots down to 48–a mere four dozen.

In order to motivate Jay and Rose to get exercise every day, we offered to pay them $5 per week if they run one mile per day for five days each week. Jay took on the challenge first, and after he collected his first week’s payment, Rose finally decided to join in the next week. Since Jay and Rose aren’t interested in soccer, basketball, gymnastics, dance, or other organized physical activities, we thought investing $10 per week in their physical well-being was a good plan. It does my heart good to see them come home from school, drop off their backpacks, and go on a run. We don’t want to force them into running just because we like it, but they haven’t gravitated towards any other sport, and we want them to do something active, so running it is.

Captions, then pictures:
  • Jeff and Jay, running together. Jay and Rose both have noticed that they sleep better when they have run their daily mile. Yay for exercise!
  • Running Rose.
  • Jay’s school class went on an all-day field trip to the Seattle Museum of Flight. Jay left home at 5:45am and didn’t get back till 6:30pm! He said it was fun.
  • Vaseline everywhere. It was awful.
  • October will forever be Donut Month. We got a dozen donuts every week in October and were ready to live 11 months without them by the end of the month.
  • As I write captions to these pictures, I’m noticing that most of them are of Amber. This girl’s personality and antics require lots of pictures to explain. She went on a Go Dog Go kick during one week of October, and looked through the book and had it read to her dozens of times.
  • We walked past this pink Hello Kitty bike at Goodwill one day and couldn’t resist it. It cost $6 and all we had to do was replace one tube. Amber taught herself how to pedal and loves her bike. It’s a bit tough to ride training wheels over the rough gravel road that begins at the end of the concrete rectangle in front of our garage, but she happily rides loops around and around the concrete.
  • Bogged down in the gravel and dragging her bike back to smooth ground.
  • Cross country season was still in full swing in October. Wow, it feels like ages ago! Amber enjoyed daily rides in the team water wagon.
  • One day during an interval workout at cross country practice, there was mud.
  • Same mud, different camera angle–through the dugout
  • Apples, apples, apples. We didn’t get an overabundance of apples this year, but we did get enough for 20+ pints of applesauce and a dozen pints of apple butter. It involved a lot of peeling and cutting, but we managed it on the 24 inches of counter space in our tiny kitchen. The kids enjoyed helping with the apple peeler.
  • Our work station: apples, peeler, cutting board, and pot for peeled apples. It worked better than I thought it would.
  • Our kitchen. Every now and then I take pictures of rooms in our house to remember what they looked like at different times. Before apple season, I happened upon that sturdy four-cube shelf at the thrift store (it has the white Kitchen Aid mixer on it in this picture). That simple shelf solved so many of my kitchen space problems. Before, I kept the Kitchen Aid mixer on the counter and used up valuable square inches of counter space. Now that entire section of counter is open and the kitchen feels so much bigger.
  • Jay approves of apples, my Washington-born boy.
  • This was a unique “broomstick” to ride. I kept laughing at the thought of trying to sit on a “real” light saber. Talk about hot seat!
  • I used my SWEET stroller rain cover for the first time in October, and it was a lifesaver at a drizzly cross country practice. When we bought our new stroller at the beginning of cross country season, I added the stroller rain cover to the order before I could talk myself out of it. How did I survive two previous children without a stroller rain cover?
  • …oh yeah, we didn’t really survive life before a stroller rain cover. October 2012: Jay and Rose in the double stroller after my rainy run. I draped them in rain coats but they still got wet, cold, and miserable. Poor babies! Amber really has the good life. I hope I’m not spoiling her, keeping her warm and dry in the stroller.
  • More Amber mischief: she loves to “make” with me (bake), and one day she decided to make by herself. A big bowl full of flour, water, and chocolate chips, with plenty of spills.
  •  “I making for you.” Ok, that was sweet, but it was still hard to clean up all that sludge.
  • Three kids, reading three Minecraft books. Sigh. They are waaay cuter than any ole computer game.
  • A crisp golden October morning with mist rising off the canal.
  • I made my own peanut butter cups, sweetened only with maple syrup, and YUM. Jeff and I adored them.
  • Amber-venturing in the sunshine.
  • These sisters. Amber LOVES it when her Rosie comes home from school.
  • More apple-ing.
  • I stored our finished, sealed jars of applesauce and apple butter in an unused cupboard in our vintage basement kitchen (the one above Amber’s head). I didn’t make a full year’s supply of apple butter or applesauce, but something is better than nothing.
  • Tower building together.
  • I hung a piece of brown paper onto the side of the fridge to give Amber a legal piece of wall space to color on. Amber loves to draw on the walls, even though she’s too old for it in my opinion. For the record, I did not do those fancy braids in her hair–she had them done at her cousins’ house.
  • After she had filled up her paper, she moved next door to the tiny strip of wall. Sigh. (I circled her wall-scribble on the picture using a tool on the computer)
  • Not a stellar picture, but it captures three things I loved about this particular morning: golden sunlight, happy Amber playing outside, and I stopped at the park when Amber asked me to on our way home from the grocery store. We ended up spending 45 minutes there while she played. I walked 2 miles worth of laps around the tiny playground area (I timed it on my watch) because it was brisk and I needed to stay warm.
  • We went to see the cousins in their primary program at church in October. They came to ours, and we went to theirs a few weeks later. Layne and Tate were very happy to see Rose.
  • Cross country workout on the track: Amber played in the long jump pit (runners incoming behind her).
  • I am slowly learning to channel Amber’s passions. Instead of finding her amidst a big mess in the sink, I started giving her a few dirty dishes to wash while I practiced piano. It was so nice being able to hear where she was and know what she was doing while I practiced. (the Vaseline incident previously mentioned happened while I was practicing piano, and when I went to clean it up I got so slimy with Vaseline that I couldn’t go back and finish practicing piano!)
  • Jay had a cub scout pack meeting wherein they did a mummy race: who can wrap a friend in toilet paper the fastest?
  • Amber started regularly requesting that I read books to her in October. She has never done this. When I have tried to read to her in the past, she got her own stack of books and looked at them while I read a different book aloud. I gave up after a while. It was SO NICE to be able to do something we both enjoy that didn’t involve mud or water. A calm Amb-activity? Yes please.
  • I love her little face looking at me while she tells me something funny.
  • Rose spent a long time creating this…box train thing in the playroom, and was very excited to show it to me. She pushed Amber around in the box while Amber calmly looked at a book.
  • Wonder Woman getting married.
  • We watched Amber’s friend from church, Sam, one day. They are cute friends, as long as Amber doesn’t beat him up too much.
  • Rose’s new and improved box train (it had a longer fancier name but I can’t remember what it was…something like a mobile hotel).
  • The first Saturday after cross country season ended, Jeff and I went to the track for a mile time trial. We thought cross country had whipped us into pretty good shape, so we ran a mile for time, just to see. We both ran our fastest mile since college! Jeff ran a 4:55 and I ran a 6:04. It was HARD and I was gasping for air by the end, and for the next 24 hours my lungs were sore from the fast gasping I did during that hard mile, but it was worth it! My time was 11 seconds faster than my fastest post-baby mile.
  • Jay was our starter at the track, with plastic gun and everything. He also read our lap splits out to us. We had two kids from the cross country team show up for the mile time trial too. It was fun.
  • When we were done with our mile, we had Jay and Rose each run a half mile. Jay beat Rose for the first time in years with a 4:31. Rose finished in 4:51. A week later, they started running their daily mile.
  • Sunday lunch.
  • More reading. My selfie game has gotten quite subtle, I think. ðŸ™‚
  • Annnnd, school pictures! 4th grade Jay. He said “I did a nice smile, Mommy.”
  • Rose: second grade





















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