Wednesday, September 23, 2015

River Women

     I very recently read an article by the Young Mormon Feminists (here), and my heart is compelled to respond. First, I understand the impact a writer’s circumstance can have and the need of readers to have even a light grasp about the person whose thoughts they are considering. I am a young, married woman. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, as is my husband. We were both raised in this religion and, as I am fully aware, culture. We have two beautiful (very) little boys. I have, through great personal struggle and consideration, chosen to be a homemaker—solely—and I am indebted to the Lord for the blessed temporal and spiritual circumstances that permit this.

     The author of this article I read, pen-named Kait2lyn, speaks of the recent announcement that women will now “have a permanent seat on the Priesthood Executive Council.” She describes herself as happy about this announcement but disappointed that this step was overdue and is being met with joyous gratitude, of all things, by the involved women. I do not disagree with Kait2lyn’s entire piece, but I will detail the few issues I do have with some various statements.

     The first statement is this: “I want women in the Church to be recognized for more than just their sweetness, for more than just their roles as wives and mothers, for more than just the ways in which they support the Priesthood. I want an apostle to describe his wife or his daughter as ambitious or driven or intelligent or powerful.” At this point in my reading, I physically cringed. Perhaps the author is not a wife or mother herself; I do not know. I stupor to think that any of the Brethren “gushing” over their wives at the pulpit do not understand profoundly the ambition, drive, intelligence, and power of conviction it takes to be a good wife or mother. Perhaps we could muster gratitude toward the Brethren for trusting our intellect so greatly that they don’t have to spell out a most implied and profoundly evident truth—that complimenting a wife or mother on fulfillment of either role is appreciating her every aspect, strength, and beauty.

     The second, directly continuing: “I want more women speaking in General Conference, and when they speak, I want to shake in my heels. I want the full power of God behind their words. I want them to call to repentance. I want men and women to hear them and have their words change them.” I don’t know why this author feels she can justly speak in this generalized manner. I have had my heart changed by the Spirit through the words of a sister, and I cannot believe I am the only one. I do know from experience that many people almost stop listening completely when a woman approaches the pulpit. I have seen people purposefully choose that moment to get up and refill their plate of food in the kitchen. I have even heard comments with the keywords such as “boring,” “repetitive,” even “annoying.” This sounds like a personal problem to me. We are all capable of being filled by whomever speaks to us at the pulpit, and it is not on the Church’s shoulders when the women chosen to speak are disregarded—it is on the members’. Perhaps we need to reevaluate the way in which we utilize our most precious gift of personal revelation. If anyone wishes to be touched by the Spirit as a woman speaks at the pulpit, I believe anyone would be. Let us also not diminish the faithful prayers and seeking of these women as they prepare their Conference talks. These sisters undoubtedly share with us their finalized talks, prayed about and studied through and guided by the Spirit as they are.

     I don’t mind that this is a discussion, or that many faithful women are seeking answers to questions they have. We are exhorted many times in the scriptures to “seek.” My concern is the prioritization of this focus above an unshakable faith in God’s ability to lead His church. Yes, He delegates to imperfect men and women. However, we must not forget that in the midst of our seeking, and beyond the relevance of our questions, when the Lord’s servants make decisions for the Church, it is by His will, and at that point everything else must fall behind faith in the line of importance.
   
   I believe righteous women are like rivers. They can cut through the terrain of the soul, shaping those around them. I don’t believe a river wants to be a mountain, powerful and seen as it may be. Her power lies in her quiet consistency and willingness to remain on the course meant for her. With time and patience and a rush for her calling, she will leave enduring marks of life and light in her path. I believe that a soft, gentle, righteous woman has a power to affects souls—and penetrate to the heart’s most vulnerable state—equal to that of the Spirit of God, only so because she is a conduit unimpeded by pride and the distraction of concerning herself with whether or not she is being appreciated as much as the world thinks she should be. 

Friday, December 27, 2013

Merry Christmas, Robbie!

Yes, Robert is a Christmas pro now, knowing all there is to know about the season and its meaning and its tales....or not. 
It's true: He couldn't get past he amazement of the Christmas lights! (He's fixed upon an unseen Christmas tree in this photo.) :) Oh, so cute. And yes, he loved being held nearly all the time! 
He is now pretty sure Christmas is his favorite thing! Hello?? New toys?! Yes.
(Please excuse the old man hair pattern. He's working on it.)
Merry Christmas, Robert!!


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Angels That Surround Us

I believe in God. I believe that we are His children and that He loves us. And I believe that He hears and answers our prayers.

Late Saturday night, Jake and I decided to drive up to Spokane. That night I realized I would really like to come up to Spokane for a week or so for some more help with Robbie, so in a spontaneous tornado of deciding and planning and packing, we hit the road. Our plan was to drive through the night. That way we would get there first thing in the morning, and Jake would be able to rest up a bit rather than having to drive straight back down so he could go to school on Monday.

Robbie slept so well in the car, it was awesome. Our car is very small, and his car seat doesn't fit in the center of the back, so we have it placed on the passenger side. I sat in the back with him. The roads were great, and the trip was going smoothly.

It happened about 4 a.m. MST. Traveling at about 70 mph, we hit black ice.

I had been sleeping, but not a second passed from the time the car began spinning before I was fully alert and grabbing onto Robbie's car seat, as if that would do something to protect him. I had never been so afraid. And there wasn't even time to process the terror. The treasures of my life--my husband, three-week old baby--and I were in a car spinning quickly and out of control. We spun off the road and down a hill into a ditch-type area, kind of rocky but overgrown with tall grass.

It happened so fast. I'm not sure when we hit the metal poles or when the back windshield shattered in on us. All I knew as our car finally halted was that, despite us all being covered in glass, I was still alive, and Jake was still alive, and, after a terrifying and frantic assessment, so was our baby.

And all of this with angels surrounding us.
Blessing: Our car was sliding sideways off the road, and just before we started heading down the hill, our tail spun, which is probably the reason we didn't roll over.
Blessing: Robbie slept through the whole thing. 
Blessing: Jake was able to miraculously back our car out of the ditch and back up to the road afterward.
Blessing: The passenger side of the car, where our little angel was seated, was essentially untouched and unharmed through the whole accident. 
Blessing: This all happened right next to a service exit, where we would've had a payphone, had we needed one.
Blessing: A young man in a camper had pulled over on said service exit about 30 minutes earlier. He saw and heard this all happen. He was able to help us. He had a bag and tape, so they were able to craft together a make-shift back windshield for the rest of our journey.
Blessing: We traveled home the last 2 hours of our journey. The car functioned, and we were completely safe. Also a plus, the noise of the garbage bag kind of lulled Robbie to sleep. :)
Blessing: I'm pretty sure the scratch on my arm, from some of the glass, I assume, is the worst physical harm any of us received.

As we prayed for safety at the beginning of our journey, I believe that Heavenly Father was listening. I cannot believe how lucky we are, and I am so grateful for the Lord's love, protection, and mercy.


Saturday, October 26, 2013

Our Smidgen of Heaven

We are the Andersens. Jake, Jeanelle, and Robert. And sometimes it feels like we live in our own little corner of heaven. But more on that later (aka, this blog). First, introductions! I am a mother, something I've waited my whole life to be...and will now spend the rest of my life learning how to be. I get to stay at home all day (and all night) with our adorable 3-week old.

My husband Jake is amazing. In addition to single-handedly helping me retain my sanity, he goes the extra mile and fills our life and home with playfulness and smiles. He is brilliant (bragging, yes--I'm just being real :D ) and is studying history and ancient languages. This semester he's taking Ancient Greek, which essentially means he's turned into the father from My Big, Fat Greek Wedding. 

And of course, the catalyst for this blog, our man child! Robert Mack Andersen III...about whom we really don't know much yet, other than he's probably the cutest baby ever. Bias--duh. Still, in actual fact, very adorable. See? 
And the blog begins...wish me luck, I've never stuck with one before! :/