Have You Had Anything Green Today?

This last fall, my parents wanted to update the family photo that hangs on their wall above the fireplace as there were five new members since the last one was taken. 

My sister arranged the photographer, we all agonized over what to wear and on a beautiful evening in October, we met down at the river in Fish Creek Park at golden hour.  My kids are actually getting old enough now that family photo sessions aren’t quite as painful as they have been in the past; however, by the end of the night one thing was for sure – they were starving!  I mean nothing works up an appetite like standing and smiling for an hour. 

My husband suggested that we go out for dinner at the nearby Asian Buffet and before I knew it, we were elbows deep in springs rolls and ginger beef.  By the time everyone was on their second plate, I looked around the table and all I could see was a lot of beige – from the chow mein to the chicken fried rice to the dumplings…there was a serious lack of vegetables on their plates. 

The mom in me, somewhat rhetorically asked, “has anyone had anything green to eat tonight?” to which my oldest daughter replied,

“I had green Jello!” 

That’s not exactly what I had in mind. 

We all laughed, and I will admit even I tried the green Jello…it was exceptionally jiggly!  The restaurant did not offer a smorgasbord of fresh fruit and vegetables, so we all filled up on what was in front of us.  After the last fortune cookie was cracked open and read, we left that night with that ‘I ate too much food, I’m so full!’ feeling you get after Thanksgiving dinner.    

We were full, but were we nourished?

This experience reminded me of a story told by Stephen W. Owen in General Conference.  He said, “Years ago, President Boyd K. Packer told of a herd of deer that, because of heavy snowfall, was trapped outside its natural habitat and faced possible starvation.  Some well-meaning people, in an effort to save the deer, dumped truckloads of hay around the area – it wasn’t what deer would normally eat, but they hoped it would at least get the deer through the winter.  Sadly, most of the deer were later found dead.  They had eaten the hay, but it did not nourish them, and they starved to death with their stomachs full.”

How many times is this true of my own spiritual nourishment?  My soul is hungry and all I do is fill it with a large plate of Chinese food. 

How often do I feel spiritually empty and starved even though my day was full?

How often does my life feel like an Asian buffet – overwhelmed trying to consume the endless array of beige dishes the world offers that leave me fed and full but spiritually malnourished. 

Let me illustrate this with a personal example.  I have recently discovered the feature in the settings for both Facebook and Instagram that show you how much time you have spent on that app each day for an entire week.  Yikes!  This was a very alarming revelation for me.  I often lament about not having enough time in the day, yet waste hours of my life mindlessly scrolling on social media.  It fills my time but leaves me completely empty.

So how do we nourish our souls?  How do we find the green in a world of beige?  How do we fill our hearts, minds and souls with the things of lasting eternal significance? 

I’m sure this looks different for everyone, but I truly feel there is great value in the timeless idiom, “first things first!” 

A parent tells their child they can only have ice cream once they have finished their dinner first.  They can play with friends once their homework is done first.  They must finish their chores first and then they can watch TV. 

Yet the child claims they are full of dinner but still wants dessert.  They may lie about completing their homework and hurriedly run outside to play.  Or they hastily half finish their chores in order to spend their time watching TV or playing video games.

Are we the child or the parent? 

The principle seems so simple, yet how often do I lazily scroll on my phone instead of reading my scriptures first.  Do I go about my day checking off my to do list without first asking God what he would have me do?  Do I worry and complain about situations in my life when I took no thought to pray about it first?   

Am I the child or am I the parent?

Honestly, I am both. 

The parent in the sense that I know what I need to do.  I know what will nourish my soul and I know that I need something green on my plate.

The child in the sense that I am still learning, making mistakes and in need of constant, yet loving reminders to put first things first, to get off my phone, to say a prayer, to stop filling my soul with chow mein and eat something green. 

I was taught this principle through an answer to prayer I had a year or so ago.  I was particularly angry with my kids one morning (probably because they were being particularly annoying) and I let my temper get the better of me.  After unnecessarily yelling at my children, my husband pointed out that maybe I need to take an anger management course…insert eye roll here please.  I did not feel good about the way I had treated my kids, but I was pretty sure there were some intervention steps I could take prior to anger management classes. 

Later that day as I was driving, I said a sincere prayer to Heavenly Father – asking for forgiveness as well as for help.  The answer came so clear, almost audibly to my mind,

“You are the life force of your family.”

I instantly pictured a watering hole in the middle of the desert.  The animals come from miles away to drink of the life-giving waters the reservoir provides.  They have no other options.  I thought of myself as my family’s watering hole, their life force.  What kind of water do you want to give to your family I thought.  Cloudy and muddy – contaminated with anger and contention.  Or crystal-clear water – the kind that will heal and nourish.  The living waters Jesus spoke of at the well.

So, what happens if we’ve already filled up on a feast of beige or drank from murky waters?  Thankfully our prophet has lovingly invited us to discover the joy of daily repentance and taught that it is the key to progress and keeps us moving forward on the covenant path. 

It’s also so important to remember the “small and simple means” aspect of the gospel.  Sometimes our spiritual nourishment comes one sip of water or one bite of broccoli at a time. 

It is like the ever-green mountain range in Northwestern Israel spoken of by Amy Wright.  Mount Carmel stays green all year round owing primarily to tiny amounts of dew.  Nourishment happens daily.  She said, “Like the dews of Carmel, as we seek to nourish our souls with things pertaining to righteousness, small and simple things, our testimonies and the testimonies of our children will live.”

So even though there are a lot of beige foods in this world that I really love (and I don’t just mean that figuratively), I am committing myself to making a more concentrated effort to nourish my soul and the precious souls of my children by putting first things first and remembering to ask myself on days when I am spiritually starved,

“Have you had anything green today?”

Gethsemane

With Easter weekend upon us, I have been reflecting on a simple yet powerful experience I had last year that served to remind me of the truly personal and intimate love God has for each of his children.

I was sitting in the front passenger seat of our gray Dodge Caravan.  It was the Friday night of Easter weekend and I don’t remember where we had been, but I do remember making a mental checklist as we drove home of all the unfinished “to-do’s” I had yet to tackle.  There were groceries to buy, the house to clean, food to prepare, other festive parental duties to execute – and I was starting to feel a little stressed. 

Just at that moment my phone rang.  It was my friend Amelia asking if I would be willing to accompany their family on the piano for a song that they were singing on Easter Sunday (two days away).  Although I have taught piano lessons for many years and consider primary pianist as one of the best callings in the church – I am a terrible sight reader and require significant practice before I feel confident enough to play in public!  I was already participating in two other musical numbers on Sunday and I wasn’t sure how much time I would have to practice.  I nervously asked what song they were singing.

“Gethsemane” she replied.

I sighed with relief – it was a familiar song and even though I hadn’t seen the music yet, she reassured me that it wasn’t too difficult.  I agreed and we met at the church the next day to practice together. 

The initial plan was for all her children to sing while Amelia played a violin descant.  However, the younger boys were restless and nervous, so in the end, Amelia’s daughter Eva decided she was brave enough to sing a solo.  We practiced with the piano and violin accompaniment and I was amazed at how lovely it sounded with such little time to prepare.   

The next morning after all the eggs had been found and the baskets filled, our family attended church on Easter Sunday.  I noted where “Gethsemane” was in the program and as the time for performance approached, I said a silent prayer.  I always get so nervous playing in church and asked Heavenly Father to help calm my nerves, then extended that plea on behalf of Eva and Amelia as well. 

We all walked to the front of the chapel.  I sat down at the large grand piano and began to play. 

Eva started to sing,

“Jesus climbed the hill to the garden still. His steps were heavy and slow. Love and a prayer took Him there, To the place only He could go. Gethsemane.  Jesus loves me, So He went willingly to Gethsemane.”

I played on, but suddenly from the pulpit where Eva stood, there was silence.  Overcome with fear, she stood frozen and panicked – unable to utter a single note.  It was only for a few moments, and then something beautiful happened.  Amelia lifted her chin from it’s rest and gently laid down her violin and bow.  She lovingly walked to where her frightened daughter stood and with the voice of an angel, started to sing. 

“The hardest thing that ever was done, The greatest pain that ever was known, The biggest battle that ever was won – This was done by Jesus! The fight was won by Jesus!

Gethsemane. Jesus loves me, So He gave His gift to me in Gethsemane.”

I struggled to read the notes through the tears welling in my eyes. 

This was Easter

Nothing else mattered – not visits from the Easter bunny or matching pastel dresses, not even carefully executed family home evening lessons – this was Easter. 

In that indelible moment when Amelia did for Eva what Eva could not do for herself, I felt the power and reality of the Savior’s sacrifice for me personally as he time and time again helps me to finish a song I cannot sing on my own.  His grace is sufficient and I truly can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me!

As the final chord rang through the chapel, I returned to the congregation to sit with my family.  I honestly don’t remember much else from the service that day as my mind replayed that scene over and over again.  A simple act of motherly love that somehow on that day with that song meant so much more. 

I have not forgotten this experience, and now, a year later – I reflect on the lasting impact it has had on me.  I feel so often like some alternate version of sweet little Eva.  I too am just a child who feels scared, overwhelmed, weak or embarrassed – unable to sing the notes (even ones I have practiced) in the face of opposition and fear. 

The number of times my Savior has set down his own instrument to rescue me are innumerable and each time he joins my song – I can do so much more with him by my side. 

He carries the notes I drop. 

He lifts my melodies to new heights.

He sings the song of redeeming love, and it is perfect!

On the other hand, I also consider how many times Christ walks over to stand next to me at the pulpit and I pridefully shew him away, convinced that I don’t need any help.  How many times do I change the music to something simpler, certain that I know better.  How many times do I avoid the song altogether, assuring myself that I’m too tired and someone else can sing today.

It sometimes takes me standing in fear, not sure of what note comes next for me to turn to him for his help, guidance and love – remembering that I am a beloved daughter of Heavenly Parents with a divine nature and eternal destiny.

And so, as this Easter weekend approaches and the same to-do list is running through my mind, I am trying to stay focused on the Savior.  Turning to him for the help I need.  Remembering those notes we have practiced together before.  And in the moments I feel frozen with overwhelm and doubt, I remember dear little Eva and the beautiful words she sang with her Mother one year ago.   

“Gethsemane. Jesus loves me, So He gives His gift to me from Gethsemane.”