Monday, January 14, 2013

It's official



I just realized that I never posted the news here.  I don't think that's a problem; I'm not aware of any readers who aren't also Facebook friends or on my email list, but just in case... yes, Scott and I are getting married. =)  We're hoping for February 22nd, although right now that is in the hands of the First Presidency. They've changed the procedure somewhat:  you can't even reserve the room anymore until you have the sealing cancellation letter in your possession.  Fortunately, the process also takes a lot less time than it used to.  So although I'm not particularly worried about having the letter by the 22nd, I am a bit concerned that it might not come in time to get a slot reserved.  Especially since that is the week after the temple reopens, so there might be more demand than usual.  It's hard to say, though--maybe being sandwiched between Valentine's Day and spring break with work in our favor.  Anyway ... it's just a waiting game now, so I'm trying not to think about it too much.  It will work or it won't. =)

Since we're getting married in the Salt Lake temple, we decided to do our engagement pictures at Temple Square, but focusing on the parts of it that aren't immediately recognizable.  We'll save those for the wedding pictures. =)

Here are some of my favorites ...






Happy, happy happy Lisa =)

Oh, and just for the record:  I'm still the crazy anti-woman who can't stand the thought of wearing expensive jewelry.  That lovely ring I'm wearing is composed of CZs and cost less than $250. Which makes it exponentially more lovely in my eyes!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Gift wrapping



I have found that although faith and reason are never mutually exclusive, on occasion, reconciling the two requires us to dig a little deeper.  To do some soul searching, and sometimes reevaluate our preconceived notions.  Which, if you think about it, is kind of the beauty of it all. =)

Case in point:  if I truly believe (which I do) that Heavenly Father wanted me to marry Robert, and I truly believe (which I also do) that He saw the end from the beginning ... logically speaking, you have to wonder.  Why would God give me to Robert, knowing how he was going to treat that gift?  To be clear, I'm not referring to myself as "God's gift to mankind" or anything like that. =P  I just mean the gift of a loyal, loving spouse with an unswerving commitment to keeping her promises.

I have always felt that perhaps my "calling" as a Frederickson wasn't solely about Robert.  Maybe not even primarily.  I still think there's probably some truth to that.

However, shortly after finalizing the divorce, I had a bit of an epiphany.  I had been thinking in terms of myself as a gift given to Robert, without realizing that Robert was also a gift given to me.  Yes, we did have some good times -- in fact, the first years of our marriage were quite happy for the most part.  But that's not what I mean.  It was the second half of my marriage that refined me, strengthened me and purged me of some very deep-seated personal demons.  And frankly, having seen how God literally "sanctified to me my deepest distress," I'm not sure if it could have been accomplished in a less traumatic way.

In short:  I came to believe that my experience with Robert was a lovingly gift-wrapped, personally engraved trial sent from an all-knowing, all-loving Father.

I shared these thoughts at the time with some of my family, and yesterday I got a text from my sister that made me tear up a bit.  It was typed on a phone keypad, so I'm going to try to standardize the punctuation and capitalization a bit while still quoting as exactly as possible:

"So I was having a little giggle the other night as I was falling asleep ... remembering the conversation we had (a few weeks ago) about how crazy your life is.  You were saying that with your unpredictable life you didn't want to commit to leases or cell phone contracts because ... the Lord might drop Mr. Wonderful in your lap in two weeks, or you might be single for quite some time, etc. (Editor's note:  Yes, I think I really did say that, but since it took me 34 years to find my first husband, the idea of a two-week time frame felt about as likely as winning the lottery, which I have never played). And I said 'Yeah, I wouldn't surprised either way.' Which is true. But my first reaction to your (new relationship) was kind of funny--almost like an appreciation of the Lord's sense of timing and feeling like He owes you.  Gift-wrapped trials, and almost immediately after, gift-wrapped blessings =)"

Now:  I am perfectly sincere in expressing my gratitude for my gift-wrapped trial.  But ... holy cow... MAN, I REAAAALLY prefer my gift-wrapped blessing !!!!



Sunday, November 18, 2012

Some thoughts on Scott

Accompanied by my favorite picture of Scott looking thoughtful  =)



Many people have asked me what attracts me to him, why we find ourselves so compatible, or something along those lines.  These are perfectly reasonable questions, and well-intentioned ones I'm sure. However, they are not questions that I can answer honestly--or at least, not even close to completely.  The most profound sources of our bond are deeply personal and private, stemming from the most painful periods of our respective histories.  I find it interesting that if our dating experience had gone the way that we had planned, and the way that it typically does--several weeks of focusing on putting your best foot forward, slowly and cautiously revealing your flaws in carefully measured doses--we never could have discovered just how much we have to contribute to the other.  Since we knew that we didn't have the luxury of time, we cut straight to the chase and started sharing our scars within a few hours of meeting each other.  Otherwise, we may never have moved past the "Yeah, he/she's pretty cool" zone.

Still, there are a couple of things that I can share, and I do so gladly. =D

The first thing that really struck me in the initial phases came as I was re-reading some of our email strings, and noticed that at times it was difficult to know whether they came from me or from him.  I'm a writer at heart, and my written voice is a cherished part of my identity, so finding somebody who speaks my language really resonated with me.

The second is far more impressive than sounding like me. =P He is a convert of two and a half years, and like most people who live without the Gospel well into their adult lives, he had some habits that needed to change.  It is truly inspiring and humbling to see the lengths he has gone to--and continues to go to--in order to assure and safeguard his ability to scrupulously honor his covenants.  I don't think I've ever seen such a spirit of "if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out."  He makes me want to do better, and to be better.  Every day.

I also wanted to share a couple of tender mercies that have kept me from completely wigging out over my warp-speed progression from wife to girlfriend.  The first is that in the weeks leading up to our meeting, I often felt a sense of joy that just lit me up inside, from the assurance that in the Lord's own time, I would have the blessing of a righteous husband and a gospel-centered marriage.  That is a promise to every righteous woman who endures to the end, and those who do not receive that blessing in this life will have their pick in days to come.  I joked that it would be fitting if my eternal companion had died of the black plague in medieval France. =D  The point is that I was happy, even joyful, in the promise of things to come W H E N E V E R God saw fit for me.  I was content to wait for the Millenium for the right man, and extremely grateful to know that I was well prepared to do so.  In other words:  I am not desperate. =P  I don't need to question whether my feelings for Scott are partially an invention of my mind, born from a sense of panic over when/if I may have another such opportunity.

The second is a series of impressions and promptings that have helped me to feel released from my previous calling/marriage.  A very powerful one came today during Sunday School.  The teacher had prepared a handout that listed some of the attributes of the prophet Mormon, including the following phrases:

"He loved his people with the love of God.

He prayed for them, even when there was no hope.

Even though his duty was fruitless and hopeless, he never gave up.

He was able to overcome the evils of his environment because he was converted to and given great inner light and power from Jesus Christ."

Now, let me make it CRYSTAL clear that I am NOT placing myself on the same plane as Mormon. But it did come with a sort of "well done, thou good and faithful servant" message of peace to my heart.

In other words... Scott is awesome. God loves me. Life is good. =)


Saturday, November 10, 2012

So, um, about those date trees ...

Many of you already knew this, but for those fortunate few who haven't followed my life closely enough ... it is many different things, but never, ever, EVER dull.

So, let's travel back in  time a bit for a summary-style news report.  Thursday, October 25th, 2012.

I had gone to Riverton to see a bunch of my doctors and other local errands, and while sitting in my optometrist's waiting room, I got a wee bit of a surprise from the receptionist who was looking up my insurance and was concerned that perhaps she had the wrong one, because this account showed Robert Frederickson as married.  To somebody who wasn't me.  I thought that surely this was a mistake, because hellooooo, he would have at least TOLD me, right?

Yeah, not so much.  Robert got married within a couple of weeks of our divorce.

While this did not come as a disappointment in any personal sense, i.e. hopes for an eventual reconciliation, it  did make me wonder about my decision to hold off on dating-oriented activities for a few more months.  Essentially asking myself the question, "Okay, I'm putting my life on hold why, exactly?" So, I went home and promptly registered for one of the LDS dating sites.  Spent a few days sifting through messages & "flirts" with varying degrees of potential.

Three days later came a message that struck an entirely different chord.  A good one.  An immediate, frequent (i.e. constant) correspondence began.  Email crush ensued.  After THREE whole days of this, I agreed to meet in person for my first post-divorce date.  It was scary, yes, but considerably less so because we both firmly agreed on a very slow pace and taking plenty of time to get to know each other.

A week went by, and life intervened.  Mr. Email Crush, a.k.a Scott, got a really, really good job opportunity ... in New Mexico.  The following Facebook status ensued:   "Yes, I'm vaguebooking, but I just have to vent. I have THE most insane, unpredictable, irony-filled roller coaster of a life E V E R. Many of you already knew that... the rest of you are officially notified. 

Now, off to bang my head against a wall or two."

Particularly considering that he was actually contemplating turning down the job opportunity, in order to stay here and see how things would progress.  I knew it would be wrong to ask him to, but MAN, I was bummed.  When he called from New Mexico and told me the news, we decided that our carefully planned first date, which was scheduled for today, should probably be pushed up a bit. In fact, he came here straight from the airport.

We talked.  And talked.  And talked and talked and talked, until the very wee hours.  And we reached a conclusion.  We cram in every possible minute of "together time" before he leaves, and then ... we make a decision.  Not necessarily (nor probably) a permanent one; just whether or not it's worth it to keep jetting back and forth to New Mexico.

So, in that spirit of together time, yesterday he brought over dinner after work.  No, he hadn't read my blog yet, and as he was pulling everything out of the bag, he said "I don't know if you happen to like dates ..."



Smile.  Merci Dieu.






Thursday, November 1, 2012

My talk (spiritual promptings)


I’ve always found it interesting that I’ve been asked to speak at four baptisms and all four talks were on the gift of the Holy Ghost.  But in going through my lesson manuals and other materials in preparation for this talk, I realized that I’ve taught more than my fair share of lessons on the topic as well.  All of this might lead one to wonder if I’m some sort of expert in receiving answers from the Holy Ghost, but I think it’s closer to the truth to say that I’m an expert in all the ways of doing it wrong.  So I’ve chosen to focus my remarks on how to avoid the pitfalls and obstacles that can stand in our way.

The first obstacle is a pretty simple one:  we might be asking for unrighteous desires.  I remember being on a family road trip when I was about four years old, playing checkers with my big brother in the back seat of the station wagon, and praying that I would beat him.  Not surprisingly, that prayer did not receive the answer I wanted—both because it wasn’t a righteous request, and because four-year-olds are typically not very good at checkers.  But fortunately, it is relatively easy to know if this is a problem for us: as we humbly and honestly evaluate our own hearts, and grow in our understanding of the teachings of the Gospel, we can determine whether or not they are in harmony.

However, this does point to two other potential stumbling blocks:  we must be humble in order to receive direction, and we must fill our minds with the principles of righteousness.  One function of spiritual promptings is to bring to mind scriptures, articles, conference talks etc. that will help us in fulfilling our church or family responsibilities.  But that is a lot harder to do if we never read those scriptures, or heard those conference talks, in the first place.  It is our responsibility to give the Spirit something to work with.

Another obstacle is pointed out in my favorite scripture, which is Proverbs 3: 5-6:  “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”  Trusting in the Lord and acknowledging Him in all ways comes easily to me, but letting go of my own understanding is less easy.

I learned a powerful lesson on the importance of this shortly after returning from my mission.  I was a student at BYU, and I had just returned from class and was planning to attend the temple. I changed into my dress and was just gathering up my things when I felt, quite strongly, that I shouldn’t go to the temple.  As you can imagine, this was pretty perplexing, especially since it really felt like a genuine prompting, rather than the “natural man” voices that can sometimes discourage us from righteous actions.  Somehow I wound up sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor, still in my dress, trying to figure out what to do.  I sat there for some minutes before I heard a knock on my door.  It was my roommate Robyn, who was not a member of the Church.  She told me that she was meeting with the missionaries that evening, which she hadn’t told anybody, but she was starting to feel nervous about it and asked if I would go with her.  I quickly understood that while God knew that I could, and would, attend the temple another day, Robyn would never again have a first missionary lesson, and she might not have gone at all if I wasn’t there to accompany her.  I was extremely grateful that although I had questioned it, I did obey that prompting, as contradictory as it seemed to be at the time.

I have learned a similar lesson in trust over the past few years, as I muddled my way through trials that I would never have imagined I could  get through alive.  Somehow I did, but as you can imagine, my pleas for guidance were intense, sincere and frequent.  In my mortal wisdom, I felt that if ever there was a time for a loving, merciful Father to reach out to his daughter with clear, precise answers, this was it.

But that’s not what happened.  Not even close.  I remember telling my sisters in one moment of extreme frustration, “Okay, who knew that it was possible to feel a burning in the bosom and a stupor of thought AT THE SAME TIME??”

In retrospect, I can see what the Lord was actually telling me in those moments of apparent contradiction, but since it’s specific to my situation I won’t elaborate on that.  (editor’s note:  the message I was getting was “Yes, it’s a righteous desire, and I know that you need to try in order to have peace.  And no, it’s not going to work.”) The principle is that sometimes, even though we are asking the proper questions, with righteous desires and absolute faith, and doing everything we can on our end to assure that the message gets through, we simply can’t get an answer to our question in the way that we would like.  Maybe it’s as simple as a trial of our faith, or a chance for us to practice decision making on our own. Or maybe we are trying to make a decision in chapter two that will make no sense at all based on the plot twist in chapter four—God sees the end from the beginning, and we do not.  For whatever reason, sometimes the answers we seek simply do not come.  And the lesson I learned was to take to heart the words of the hymn:  “Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see the distant scene, one step enough for me.”  Elder Dallin H. Oakes offered a comforting promise when we find ourselves in this situation:  “We are often left to work out problems, without the dictation or specific direction of the Spirit. That is part of the experience we must have in mortality. Fortunately, we are never out of our Savior’s sight, and if our judgment leads us to actions beyond the limits of what is permissible and if we are listening to the still small voice, the Lord will restrain us by the promptings of His Spirit.”

I have also learned through hard experience the dangers of ascribing additional meaning to the promptings we receive.  We can probably all relate to this to some extent:  when we receive a confirmation about applying for a certain job or a certain school, it can be tempting to assume that we will be accepted for that job or that school.  Similarly, if we feel prompted to befriend a young man or woman, that doesn’t necessarily mean that we are meant to marry that young man or woman.

On occasion, this guidance will come in very forceful ways, as I discovered while doing errands one Saturday.  I needed new shoes for church, so my plan was to stop at a shoe store on my way home.  But when I reached that store and should have slowed down to turn, I just kept driving.  I thought, “Well, that was odd … but, okay, I’ll just wear a different outfit tomorrow.” I continued home, and later that evening I heard on the news that that same shoe store had been robbed at gunpoint at the approximate time that I would have been shopping there.

It’s important to note that I still had a choice. I could have dismissed the warning and turned my car around. The Spirit will never force our hand, but if we are striving to live worthily of its influence, the promptings will sometimes be very powerful, and very clear.

However, most of the time, the messages take a much more subtle form, which leads to another very common pitfall:  telling ourselves that promptings are “just our imagination.”  I took comfort in learning that even President Joseph F. Smith had that reaction, before acting on a prompting that saved him from serious injury.  But this begs the question:  isn’t it possible that sometimes the thoughts that cross our mind really are just our imagination?

Well … probably so, yes.  But in the September 1999 Ensign, Elder Lionel Kendrick taught a principle that I had never really thought of before:   “Our spirits carry with them a capacity to comprehend and to receive the things of the Spirit. This was given to us with our spiritual birth in premortal life. Elder Marion G. Romney (1897–1988), then of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, spoke of this capacity: ‘I believe that, notwithstanding the fact the spirits of men, as an incident to mortality, are deprived of memory and cast out of the presence of God, there still persists in the spirit of every human soul a residuum from his pre-existent spiritual life which instinctively responds to the voice of the Spirit until and unless it is inhibited by the free agency of the individual.’”

The phrase that really struck me was “this was given to us with our spiritual birth in premortal life.”  We know that we were born as spirit children to our heavenly parents before we were physically born to our earthly parents.  When we received our bodies, most of us received physical senses that allow us to hear, see, smell, touch and taste physical things.  So perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising that our birth as spiritual beings endowed us with spiritual senses, allowing us to perceive the things of the spirit.  In other words, as long as we are not corrupting those spiritual senses, perhaps what we refer to as “our imaginations” are far more in tune with divine communication than we might believe.

Speaking of corrupting those spiritual senses, that is of course the primary obstacle to receiving promptings from the Spirit.  Obedience to the commandments is a vital prerequisite to uninhibited communication with the Holy Ghost. I didn’t always understand this principle—as a child, the idea that we have to behave a certain way in order to receive this communication seemed a bit pouty, almost manipulative:  a sort of  “I won’t give you what you want until you give me what I want.”

Fortunately, as I matured, so did my understanding, and a key aspect of that was when it really clicked for me that the Holy Ghost is truly a member of the Godhead.  He is HOLY in every sense of the word, and he works in DIRECT association with our Father and our Savior.  And as we know, these other two members of that Godhead went to tremendous lengths, and made unimaginable sacrifices, to safeguard our right to make our own choices.  So when our hearts and minds are set in defiance of the things of God, the Godhead will respect that, and keep away.  Which means that, far from pouting, the third member of the Godhead is in fact respecting our wishes and our choice.  As Joseph F. Smith stated, “The only safe way for us to do, as individuals, is to live so humbly, so righteously and so faithfully before God that we may possess his Spirit…”

So, to quickly summarize what we can do to receive, recognize and understand promptings from the spirit:  first and foremost, we must faithfully obey the commandments and fill our minds & hearts with the things of righteousness.  We must be humble and teachable, and honest about our true motivations and desires.  We must avoid relying on our own judgment, either to question these promptings or to decide what “else” they might mean.

This is certainly not an exhaustive list, and most us will probably make mistakes as we learn to recognize and interpret these promptings.  But I know that God is infinitely loving and patient, and expects from us only the best that we can do. His grace is sufficient for the rest. 

Welcome to Midian!



Well, here I am!  Getting me settled in the physical sense was quite an adventure, but not really worth dwelling on.  I'll just say that I am very grateful for brothers. =)

So let's fast forward to week six in Midian, when I discovered that I had been attending the wrong ward.  Let me 'splain.

Shortly before I moved, I received an email from my outgoing ward clerk, saying that my records had been sent to the Midian Tenth Ward, which met at 123 Midian Street at 9:00 AM.  I finished moving late on a Saturday night, and church the next morning didn't so much happen.

So, by the time I went to church, it had been a couple of weeks since I received the email, but I had already located the meetinghouse so I didn't worry about looking it up again.  I showed up at 123 Midian Street at 9:00 AM, got handed a program that said "Midian Fourth Ward," and didn't think a thing of it.  But, yeah... if you were paying attention, you might have caught that I was in the Tenth, not the Fourth.  Unbeknownst to me, I meet in one of those crazy meetinghouses that has two full sets of everything, including chapels.  I was in the east chapel, and my actual ward met in the west chapel.

The next three weeks were a regional conference, a temple dedication and general conference.  So on week six, I finally went back to what I believed to be my ward.  Even bore my testimony in Sacrament Meeting.  Then, during Sunday School, the ward clerk realized the mistake, and the two respective Bishops did a trade-off.  So I attended Relief Society in my actual ward... where, ironically, my records had been read in that very day, while I was busy bearing my testimony to the wrong set of Midianites!

Now things get really funny:  on my way out of RS, a very nice lady introduced herself and asked if I would be willing to do a musical number in Sacrament Meeting. In two weeks.  I was a bit caught off guard, but naturally I agreed.

The following Sunday evening, my real Bishop called and asked if I would be willing to speak in Sacrament Meeting. The next week.  I told him that I would already be singing, thinking that he would surely change his mind, buuuut...nope, not so much.  He said essentially, "I know it's a lot to ask, but if you're willing, I'd really like you to speak."

So, there you have it.  On my THIRD week in the Midian Tenth Ward, the entire ward really got to know the new girl! =)

I sang one of my favorite hymns, "I Know That My Redeemer Lives."  I divided the third verse into four sections, which I sang in Italian, German, French, and HEBREW.  Yes, literal Hebrew -- that's not another Ten Commandments metaphor, although now that I think about it, it was quite appropriate. =P  I have an Israeli colleague who taught me how to say it phonetically, and it totally gave me goosebumps to sing "He lives" in Hebrew.  Still gives me goosebumps to think of it, in fact. =)

My talk was on promptings of the Spirit.  I generally give my talks from pretty minimal notes, but on Mom's request I wrote this one out.  I'm going to copy & paste it here in the following post.  Stay tuned ...


Sunday, August 26, 2012

A strange blessing



First:  this is a follow-up to the previous post about "The Ten Commandments."  So if you haven't read it, this one won't make much sense. =)

So, yeah ... an interesting blessing today, first while walking to church and then very powerfully during the sacrament.  I was "treated" to a nauseating panorama of the realities I've been dealing with for the past 3 1/2 years, and flashbacks to some of the more unendurable moments I've endured.  As I said ... not the kind of thing one would typically consider a blessing. =P

But it really was.  It helped me to remember that while this latest kick in the pants *feels* like being kicked out of Egypt afresh, the reality is that I've been wandering through that desert for quite some time.  And I am sooooooo close to Midian now ... it is literally just steps away.

Granted, I don't know exactly what I will find there.  But there WILL be abundant wells, and there WILL be date trees.  Meaning the fruit, of course -- I don't expect that suitors will grow on trees there. =P

And there will be a righteous people that will take me in.  And there will be shepherding work to be done, and I will jump right in.  And I will find joy therein.

Merci Dieu.  (Maybe I should learn how to say that in ancient Hebrew, if I'm going to stick to this Ten Commandments theme ...)