I watched Tree Of Life the other day while recuperating, and something quite moving happened to me. First off, the movie is rather dull and boring. Unless you have some sick need (like me) to watch anything and everything, skip it. Like some people it’s pretty on the outside but pointless, and now I’m getting off course.
At the 20 minute mark, there is a scene in the movie that spans the creation of the world to the present. It lasts about 15 minutes. And while it goes from the Big Bang explosion to the worlds being formed, the Earth created and plants and land forming, ‘things’ crawling out of the muck, dinosaurs roaming and meteors crashing – It was oddly religious to me. And I don’t even like Darwinism.
On my knees. That’s where I’ve been. I recently switched jobs; got back to doing what I am good at. Well, we’ll see about the good part. But the purpose of this post is too share my experience. There have been moments and even days where I have felt completely lost and unsure. Not in faith, but in life changing decisions. It’s not often I get unsure of myself. But the way some opportunities fell and others presented themselves, somethings didn’t feel right. So what did I do?
Went to the temple with my wife. Prayed about it. Now, the details of my conundrum don’t matter. What matters is that my testimony and faith in prayer has been magnified. Mentally and financially there was no way out of my perceived problem. I say perceived because, well, some of the answers I needed were revealed days later. And I mention this because I have a few friends that don’t believe what I do. And I love having those friends. But I came to a conclusion about myself through this.
I have boys as well. They are easy to take care of. You can rough house with them, smack ’em, make them do hard labor. You can also let them do anything with very little worrying on your end. The girls? Nope.
This has been on my mind for the past few weeks or so, so now you get to read about it. I was recently privy (still no sarcastic font) to listen to a person recount how their family, or more precisely their children, had fallen away from church and everything they did to try and prevent (ultimately cause) that. I also found a reason to repost this super sexy picture of Miss Hurley. I will explain in a minute.
My grandpa passed away on March 4, 2012. Usually I don’t join in on the posting about people online, who aren’t online, but in this case, I have taken something away from his life that I wanted to share. Technically my Papa Jay is my step-grandpa. I didn’t fully understand that until I was older. My dads father died when my dad was 8, so my Papa Jay was all I ever knew. And it wasn’t until I received the phone call that he had passed away, that I understood what that meant to me.
I’m a step-dad to my oldest daughter, Brighton. I’m sealed to her and she is always referred to as my daughter. The step part is a formality on government forms. But when Papa Jay died, it hit me really hard that he was the only example of a step parent in my life, and I never noticed it. Almost all of his ‘other’ family lived out of town, so there were rarely any times that I saw him with them. He was just my grandpa.