Time Flies

I’m sitting here, 10 minutes to midnight, trying to wrap my head around the fact that tomorrow is Monday and I do, indeed, have class and work and homework to attend to.

Where did my weekend go?

I mean, I know where it went. It went to:

  • My family coming into town on Thursday night. (Yay!)
  • Family fun on Friday. (Yay!)
  • My last Women’s Chorus concert Friday night. (Yay!-slash-Boo!)
  • Watching The Hobbit Friday night (Neutral Face)
  • Not being able to sleep that night because it was like Christmas because the next day was dedicated to:
  • Singing in General Conference! (YAY! YAY! YAY!)
  • More family fun Saturday night, including:
  • Eating pizza benders from Italian Village. (Yum!)
  • A ward party involving brownie waffles
  • An early-morning birthday celebration for my dad (Yay Dad!)
  • Breakfast burritos and conference with my friends
  • Watching conference in the Conference Center with the Blue-Eye Club
  • Seeing Les Mis for the first time on DVD. (Tears. But happy-ish tears.)
See? I know exactly where my weekend went. I’m just wondering if I can request another one so I can actually catch up on life…oh well. Guess that’s what this week is for, eh?


Most days, I love this time of my life. I love my classes, I love my ward, I love my friends, and I love being able to do whatever I want whenever I want. (I know this sounds like I do sketch things, but I only ever want to have clean Mormon fun, so we’re all good there, friends.)
Sometimes, though, I just want to be done.
I want to be done with school. I want to be done with dating. I want to have a job and move somewhere cool where I can make a difference in someone’s life. Even on good days where I’m content with life (which is pretty much every day), I still feel like I want to get out of this awkward in-between stage and start some sort of new life.

For the remainder of this post, I will refer to this I-Want-Out syndrome as Wanderlust.

Because this has been on my mind lately, I’ve talked to my mom about it a few times. One night when I was feeling particularly wanderlustful, she sent me this scripture from Doctrine and Covenants 123:17
Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us acheerfully bdo all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the csalvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.
Don’t you just love that?
My dad once had the thought–If you could ask God anything about what was going to happen in the future, what would you ask? My dad’s answer: nothing.
Personally, I can think of several things I’d like to know. But after listening to my dad’s reasoning, I began to understand–I don’t need to know what the future holds for me. It won’t change anything I’m currently doing, because I know that I am living my life in a way that the Lord wants me to live. And I have enough faith to know the Lord will give me what’s best for me. Although sometimes in these Wanderlust states I wish I could  know His plan for me, I know that if I cheerfully do all things that lie in my power, God’s arm will be revealed. No question.

I generally try to avoid posts I deem “cheesy” on this bloggy blog of mine, but this is my declaration of faith and knowledge–the Lord has a plan for each one of us, and if we stand still with the utmost assurance and faith, the salvation of God will become evident in our lives through the power of His Son’s enabling atonement. Although I may go through these periods of Wanderlust, I’m never far from where I need to be if I’m striving to live my life close to the Lord.


This makes me happy.

Only thing better than an Arizona sunset? An Arizona sunset with a nearly-completed Gilbert temple in the foreground.

Love Her Mother

For this post, I need you to remember back to Valentine’s Day. Remember the giddy excitement you felt about all the delicious chocolate awaiting you throughout the day, or the special plans you made with that special someone. Or remember how pumped you were to forget the good-for-nothing lovey-dovey holiday and celebrate the centennial of the state that completed the continental United States–Arizona.

On this day of Arizona-statehood partying, I received a special package from my family. They had each sent me a valentine with a much-appreciated love note. I always love gifts from home, but these notes were especially significant to me. I even hung them on the wall above my bed so I could remember that, no matter what, someone out there loved me and thought I was something special.

My dad’s valentine was a simple list of things he liked about me. Different talents I had, (including my disturbing habit of quoting Psych non-stop, of course) different things I’ve done, (like that time I actually ran the 5k he had been encouraging me to do for years) and different attributes I’ve developed as I’ve grown up. There was one thing on the list that confused me, though. “Her mother.”

What the?

My mother? Maybe he had meant to put something like “her relationship with her mother” or “how she’s growing to become like her mother” or “the way she knows just the right thing to say that will drive her mother insane.” But, no–that’s what it said.

Her mother.

Anyone can have a mother. In fact, I am willing to say with certainty that everyone who was ever born actually has a mother. (Crazy idea, I know.) Then I remembered a talk Sister Dalton gave a while back. Part of it was included in a clip that I have embedded below for your viewing pleasure.

I remember thinking this talk seemed particularly appropriate for my own dad, who has 3 other daughters he’s responsible for raising. And the most important thing he could do for us is to love our mom? What about teaching me to ride a bike through my 6-year-old tears? Or baptizing me when I was 8 years old? Or introducing me to 80’s music? He’d also taught me how to change a tire, given me monthly Daddy/Daughter interviews, and been sensitive to the Spirit to know when I needed a loving text to get me through a bad day. But even after all that, loving my mother was the best thing he could do for me?

I remember a time when I was younger when I was first introduced to this concept. As a self-proclaimed Daddy’s girl. I had asked him who he would save from a burning building–me or mom. To my surprise and dismay, he chose the woman who carried me for nine months! The little me was astounded at the audacity that MY Daddy had to choose someone other than me. I knew he loved me. I guess he loved that other girl, too, but she was the one who bossed everyone around and always got mad when we would sing “Feelings” to her. (I should probably insert a disclaimer here that my mom is my favorite person in the world. Dramatization of actual events has been used for maximum effectiveness.)

Over the years, though, I have come to see the great relationship my parents have. And even though the mini-Rylee inside of me is still a little disappointed my very own Daddy would choose my crazy mother over me, I’ve come to realize that it truly is the greatest thing he can do for me.  My dad has acted as the patriarch of our home and set an amazing example for my sisters and me. I can only hope someday my own children have the opportunity to be raised by a man as amazing as my father (who will love me more than them–suckers!!)

But in all seriousness–my dad is my role model. He is the one I go to for advice, the one I can share goofy Airplane! quotes with, and the one I know is always there to help me when I fall, whether it’s when I’m first learning to ride that bike or learning to live on my own. His cookies are still the best I’ve had, he still wakes me up at the crack of dawn for family scripture study, and he still loves U2 more than anyone I know. My dad is my absolute favorite person, and I am so grateful for him.

And so I write yet another Love Burst post. How grateful I am that my dad confused me with that line on my valentine, and for his fantastic example in loving my mother.

Teaching: No Greater Call

I was pretty pumped for the new ward last semester. I had really enjoyed being the ward choir accompanist in my last ward, but I was ready to try something new. I will admit I was a tad disappointed when the ward organists were called (Dang you, Jason Afton Crofts!) but then I was called to teach Relief Society. I had only had a few experiences teaching Relief Society before (one of which was the Law of Chastity lesson–joy of joys), so I accepted with nervous excitement.

Over the next few months, I learned how important comments were and how asking inspired questions was vital to good lessons. More than anything, I learned that I can only provide an environment for discussion–the Spirit is the one that is going to do the teaching. I learned a little bit more each time each time I taught, and gradually became fairly comfortable with the whole process. It was today, though, as I introduced the new George Albert Smith manual, that I really felt like I got it. I felt the Spirit bear witness to me that what I was teaching was true and that I had done it right. I felt like I had finally gotten the hang of teaching and was so grateful I got to teach for the rest of the year.
But, as we all know, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
In the next hour, I was called out of Sunday School to speak with the new second counselor and receive a new calling. While I still am excited to work on the activities committee, I was quite disappointed when I found out I would be released as a teacher. Just when it had finally clicked for me, the Lord pulled me out of there and put me where I was needed somewhere else. However sad I may be, though, I am so grateful for the opportunity I had to teach Relief Society, even if it was just for a short time. I know that the Lord puts us where we can grow, and I’m so happy I was able to grow as a teacher and realize its importance.

Day 24-Favorite Scripture

Moroni 7:48

Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love {Charity}, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons {and daughters} 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.

I feel like this scripture embodies everything I want to be. I want to be charitable. I want to be like Christ. I want to be hopeful that one day I can be perfect. I think I sometimes we forget the potential we have for good and that we really can help others. That we can become more Christlike. That our Heavenly Father wants good things for us, and praying to Him for those things really does bring results.