TAKING FLIGHT

            
            Don't ever give up!

There are too many people who fall short of their goals when the trials in life get tough. The real measure of a soul comes from the strength that is created within the darkest hours.

Stay committed and ride the storm, pick up the pieces to rebuild a stronger foundation... because there will be another storm.   

Conflict, trials and tribulation can be unbearable at times and it may appear easier to throw in the towel, but that is not the answer.  "I believe things happen in this life to show us who we are, what we need to learn and who we are to become." Quitters are never winners and winners never quit; especially at the expense of others. 

Our creator has given us a lifetime to prove the worth of our soul, our integrity and the strength of our commitment. We need to use this time wisely and when the going gets tough, stick with the integrity of commitment! Many times we find ourselves at the crossroads and perhaps it seems easier to give up, than to bare the burden. I am grateful that the Savior didn't fall short of His commitments or take a detour.  We'd be SOL (sure out of luck) and its wonderful to coexist with dependable people who follow through on their words, actions and deeds.

Life is full of quitters.  They alway like to run the race, but they never cross the finish line. There are many who fall short of their goals because the terrain changes or they have personal weakness which allow them to drift into the wrong lane.  I have found that nothing in this life worth having comes easy. The definition of easy is: achieved without effort and in life, that is nothing to be proud of! 

Trials assist us in building character, they give us wisdom and allow us to develop the courage and strength to progress. There is a long list of the "great ones," throughout the history of this world, who's lives were built upon opposition: Jesus the Christ, Apostle Paul, Moses, Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa, the Dalai Lama are naming just a few.  They each gave individual sacrifices and some beyond that of comprehension, but all remained true to their commitments. 

This is my rendition of an old english tale and a poignant reminder of the importance of struggle and commitment. A little boy found a cocoon that was spun around the end of a branch.  He took it home, placed it in a jar and waited with anticipation to see the beginning of new life.  As each day passed, the little cocoon remain still; with no signs of movement. 

Within the dark walls of this cocoon, this tiny phenomena of nature, clearly understood the purpose of its creation.  No longer would it drag it's belly upon the dirt, rather it would fly into the great unknown, and fulfill the purpose for which it was created. Instinctively, it began fighting for this wonderful existence. In a relentless desire to break free from the surrounding darkness; its wings repeatedly battled with the inside of the cocoon.  Each flutter was a significant attempt to break away the spun fibers.  The very opposition that was holding the butterfly back, would give it the strength needed to fly for the rest of its life!

The young boy watched with deep concerns as the cocoon vibrated back and forth.  He feared that the butterfly would die trying to free itself from bondage, so he opened a hole at the bottom of the cocoon.  Without struggle, the butterfly slid out of the opening, but it didn't fly away as creation had intended. As a matter of fact, it couldn't fly at all and it struggled for its own existence. This beautiful butterfly would never become the full measure of its creation, because the opportunity to build strength for a solid existence had been eliminated. 

The strength needed for flight would have eventually come through the many efforts of trying, again and again to overcome the opposing forces.  The butterfly would have eventually broken the chains of darkness and set itself free! The untimely death of this beautiful creature resulted from a life made easy!  I am convinced, without the trials of life, there is no successful way to determine the worth or abilities of a single soul. 

There are many people who give up just short of their goals and perhaps not even realizing what's at stake, until it's too late.  There are parents who give up on their children and children who are left behind by the ravages of inadequate parenting. 

Once one decides that giving up is not an option, they never have to make that decision again and success is always forthcoming.  Much like the little butterfly, through an inherent desire to overcome the odds, flight is inevitable! By, Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.

SOMEBODY'S MOTHER

Sometimes we think the little things don't matter, but they matter in a big way!  Eighteen years ago, my son Gabriel gave a talk in church when he was ten years old. He prepared the talk by himself and didn't mention the topic. I'm certain he thinks I have forgotten completely about it over the years, but I didn't and I never will. I still have the original copy tucked away in my favorite memorabilia, and it means as much to me today, as it did the day it was given. 

His talk was on the responsibility we have to be kind to those around us.  He concluded with the poem, Somebody's Mother.  In this poem, dimensions of kindness come from every angle. I was touched that my son had the depth to understand its powerful meaning. 
   
                        Somebody's Mother
 
    The woman was old and ragged and gray
    And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
    The street was wet with a recent snow
    And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
    
    She stood at the crossing and waited long,
    Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
    Of human beings who passed her by
    Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eyes.
    
    Down the street, with laughter and shout,
    Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
    Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
    Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
    
    Past the woman so old and gray
    Hastened the children on their way.
    Nor offered a helping hand to her -
    So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
    
    Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
    Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
    At last came one of the merry troop,
    The gayest laddie of all the group;
    
     He paused beside her and whispered low,
    "I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."
    Her aged hand on his strong young arm
    She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
    
    He guided the trembling feet along,
    Proud that his own were firm and strong.
    Then back again to his friends he went,
    His young heart happy and well content.
    
   "She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
    For all she's aged and poor and slow,
    "And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
    To help my mother, you understand,
    
    "If ever she's poor and old and gray,
    When her own dear boy is far away."
    And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
    In her home that night, and the prayer she said
    
    Was "God be kind to the noble boy,
    Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"
               By, Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)

CHILDREN MAKE THE WORLD GO AROUND

Sometimes I wish we were born old and grew young because the innocence of a child is so refreshing and uplifting.  If you truly want to know the truth about something, ask a child under the age of six, they will set you straight. The most fun memories in my own life came from my children and grandchildren. Being a mother and grandmother is truly the height of my glory. Thanks for the wonderful memories and keep them coming.

My oldest son Brian was ten years old when he had a life changing experience. One night he and his younger brothers were camping out in the back yard. He heard something digging through our garbage can and it looked like a big black cat. He grabbed his baseball bat and whacked it into tomorrow, but that big black cat happened to have a long white stripe down its back! We are talking a really bad smell for a very long time... that's all I have to say!

When Livia was four years old, she got mad at her mother and walked over to the front door and announced, "I'm going to the airport to live with my grammy!"

One day little Gentry choked on a sip of milk. "Oh, it must have gone down the wrong windpipe," his mother consoled. Confused by her statement he replied, "Is there a pipe for milk and one for juice?"

I was driving down the road when my daughter, Christa (age six at the time) looked out her window at the farmland. She noticed hundreds of fresh square hay bales sitting on top of the fields. "Mom, why are all those people buried on top of the ground?" she asked. That's when I realized she needed glasses.

Three year old Celine was listening to her little baby sister jabber one day.  She listened for a minute and then responded, "No fair, how come she gets to talk in spanish and I don't!"

Young Travler was watching a fly in the window sill.  He noticed that it was repeatedly rubbing its back legs together. Then he quickly informed his family, "He's trying to start a fire!"

One day five year old Trigo asked me how old I was and when I told him he replied, "Wow, did you start when you were my age?"

It was Christmas time and I was playing a game with my children based on the nativity scene. The first question asked was: there are three of them, they followed the star to Bethlehem to bring gifts to baby Jesus. (I thought I was being very specific.) My three year old son David, responded immediately, "Oh, oh... I know, the three bears!"

Sierra was born without hearing. Her only form of communication was sign language. She was six years old when she came to see her new baby niece, Mya. When Mya started to cry, Sierra got a confused look on her face and asked her mother, "What's the baby trying to say to me." (She didn't realize that babies couldn't talk.)

My daughter and son in law had gathered their little girls together to have a talk about the basic facts of life. My daughter had purchased an elementary level book with simple stick figures, and basic information on the anatomy of the human body. As they proceeded to go through the book, their nine year old looked closely at the stick figures, and her eyes bugged out.  She stopped them dead in their tracks and exclaimed, "Dad! I'm pretty sure this stuff is like totally illegal, I mean, can't people go to jail for this kind of stuff? I'm outta here!"

Little Jabez was playing with his baby brother, Asher. I was amazed at how nice he was being and I complemented, "Jabez, you are a prince." He quickly replied, "No I'n not, I'n dust a liddo boy."

My daughter took baby Eva to the pediatrician for a check up.  She was not quite 18 months old, but her vocabulary was really remarkable for her age. The doctor entered the room and at that very moment Eva sneezed. A little sniffle came out her nose and followed by her dainty little comment, "Eeeewwww, ga'wose!"

When my son Jared was small we were sitting in church. He got tired and laid his head in my lap to rest.  He was looking up at me and suddenly announced, "OH NO MOM, YOU HAVE HAIR IN YOUR NOSE!" Everyone in church looked my way and I wanted to slither under the bench.  I knew that God was aware of the hair in my nose, but I didn't want the entire congregation to be informed!

Leah was three years old when she bit her tongue while eating dinner. The tears flowed down her cheeks and not knowing what had made her cry, I asked what was wrong.  She sobbed, "I tried to eat myself!'

Years ago, I was wallpapering the kitchen. There was just a little bit of wallpaper glue left over, so I put it in a chip dip container and pushed it to the back of the counter. When the kids came home from school, I heard Brian searching in the cupboards for a snack, but didn't think anything about it... five minutes later his voice resonated throughout the house, "Don't ever buy this chip dip again, it taste like crap!"

My son Gabriel loved to play pranks on everyone. We had a college student that came to live with us for a year and Gabriel was delighted; he had a new victim. One day he set the student's alarm clock to go off in the middle of the night, then hid it across the room and sprinkled marbles in front of his bed.  We heard him hit the floor with a thud... then came the colorful metaphors. One time he put rubbing alcohol in his mouthwash and his words echoed throughout the house, "Gabriel, I am going to kill you!" 

Mother's Day is coming up and I hope everyone takes time to celebrate with your mothers.  Remember, none of would be here if it was not for our mothers.  If your mother has passed on like mine has, then take the time to celebrate the great memories. By, Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.