Tree of Life Mothering

I am catching up on getting my excerpts published from my new book, Dates With God: How Four Mormon Mamas Beat Satan with the the Book of Mormon. In this episode, we see Emma get inspired by Pres. Henry B. Eyring in writing letters to her future posterity. She even writes an allegory about the plan of salvation. Here’s Emma’s Letter for Week #8. If you want background information, read Like Dragons Did They Fight by Maurice Harker and Lucas Reynolds. It’s free in Kindle format. My book, excerpted here, is the companion of that book directed at females. My book is based on the Mothers Who Know class that I teach, where students of the class are asked to write letters to God or someone else in their journals at least once a day.

Emma’s Letter Week #8

 

Dear God,

 

I discovered that President Henry B. Eyring used to write letters to his future children back before he got married. I can see there’s so much power in this! Imagine a world where everyone is so connected to their posterity that they regularly write letters to them. I’ve enjoyed hearing about Pres. Eyring’s connections to his children in his General Conference talks. You can see an obvious attachment there.  When he was young, before he was married, he called them “the redheads.” Since I already have children and reality blurs out any gauzy daydreamy adoration towards my own children, I am thinking of writing to my future grandchildren. That seems to motivate me to think more creatively and more into the future about what I want my legacy to be. I am going to call them “The Royals,” since I have been doing a scripture study on royal words and phrases. I will have to build up my courage to write to my children. I mean, I always love them, but honestly, sometimes, I just plain don’t like them, with all of their whiny irriations. So here goes…

 

“To My Dearest  Future Grandchildren, The Royals:

 

“I want to tell you a story. This story is about a little girl who didn’t know who she was. She lived with people who didn’t know who they were. They made some choices that brought them misery and bondage. This little girl was sad too. Then her grandma came and got her and brought her to peace and liberty. Her grandma taught her things to help her feel happy. One of the things the grandma taught the little girl was who she was. This little girl was really the sister of a Prince, and the daughter of a King. The little girl’s parents didn’t know that taking care of this little girl for a time was a charge that came from the King and that they too were children of a King. So the little girl decided not to be mad at them and forgave them.

 

“This little girl for the first time felt the love that her Kingly Father has for her and she started acting like a princess. She started reading the letters from home that her Kingly Father had written after she discovered them at her grandma’s house. She learned the story of her birth and how she came to be where she was and what she would inherit if she were true and faithful to her inheritance. Here is that story.

 

“Long ago, in a kingdom far way, lived the most gracious and loving and beautiful King and Queen you could ever meet. They loved each other with a heavenly love that we only catch glimpses of in our ordinary lives. They had many children together. At one point they decided that they wanted these children to inherit everything They had. The children were sent away so they could prove themselves worthy of inheriting it all. If they did that, they would be sure to have the Father’s estate forever. The enemy would not be able to take it away after they proved themselves, because that was the law and the enemy has to obey the law.

 

“In order to leave the Kingdom, the King and Queen gave the Oldest Prince Brother keys so he could get everybody back into the Kingdom if they wanted to come back. The reason they gave the Oldest Prince Brother the Royal Keys was because he had already proven himself worthy. That’s because he felt the Royal Love from his parents already and showed it before any of them had left the kingdom. Others could feel it but weren’t showing it to the magnificent, perfect degree that he had. So the children left. They were sent off way from the kingdom with loving hugs, gifts, and glorious encouragement to find the Oldest Prince Brother, the Royal Love, the Royal Keys, and return.

 

“One by one the children found the Keys from the Oldest Brother and also learned to love like He does. The Royal Love changed their hearts so they could live happily, comfortably, and harmoniously in the Royal Kingdom. The Royal Love includes kindness. Envy never arises from this royal love. When you have it you are not easily offended. It gives you peace. This Royal Love blocks evil thoughts. It doesn’t rejoice in other people’s sorrows or sins. This Royal Love changed their hearts so they could believe all truth, hope all truth, and endure many things for the cause of truth. After they received the change of heart and the Royal Keys, a curious thing happened. They had the companionship of the Spirit of the Oldest Prince Brother constantly with them, to guide them in the Royal Ways. They also had a scepter, a scepter that allowed them to always tell the difference between Truth and Falsehood, Goodness and Evil, and Right and Wrong. With their changed hearts full of Royal Love, their scepters, and their Royal Keys, they returned to the Kingdom, passing through the gate guarded by the Oldest Prince Brother. What happiness filled their hearts at this reunion with the King, the Queen and the Prince Brother! After their entrance into the kingdom, they were given crowns personally fashioned by the King and Queen for each of them, full of eternal glory. They had inherited eternal life in the happiest place in the universe, the Royal Kingdom, to forever be independent and to be rulers over many kingdoms in eternal glory and love.”

 

So to my future posterity, My Royals, please receive the Royal Keys of baptism and the other priesthood ordinances that come from Jesus Christ. But, more importantly, I beseech of you all to let your hearts be transformed by this Royal Love, that seeks the Good, the Right, and the Truth and upholds it all no matter what. That’s charity, and without it, you are nothing, as it says in the scriptures.  I look forward to living with you in the kingdom where Royal Love reigns forever as gloriously as the summer sun.

Copyright 2015 Celestia Shumway

Here’s last week’s excerpt from my novel, Dates With God, that I was supposed to put up last week. It’s Lauren’s Letter #7. In this letter, we see Lauren acknowledge her Internet addiction. She decides it’s time to change all of her goals, and that in order to win she has to do her Warrior Actions in a warrior way. She also recognizes in real time a Dude Moment and does her drill to keep from sliding down the chemical scale when she meets an old acquaintance that she feels superior over. If you would like to know more about the Chemical Scale, read Chapter 5 in Like Dragons Did They Fight by Maurice Harker and Lucas Reynolds. It’s free in Kindle format.

Lauren’s Letter #7

Dear God,

Wow, I’ve had seven perfect days so far. I love this. I have my phone alarm set to go off at 9, 12, 3, and 5:30. the hardest goal has been my Internet limit. At first I went through somewhat of a withdrawal. I was so used to checking my phone all day all the time, like a baby addicted to a pacifier. Digital screens and social media have been a pacifier for me, definitely. Checking my blog, my Facebook page, my midwifery’s business Facebook page, my birthing organization’s Facebook page, my texts, my Pinterest page, my Tumblr account, my Google circles, and my emails was way too much. I knew I was addicted when I found myself using it first in thing in the morning when I popped open my eyes, the last thing at night. Oh, and also checking my phone as the last thing I did before I left my dressing stall in the temple locker room and the first thing when I got back. I was paying more attention to screens than to my children.

There have been a few times when I have felt stress and gone to use my phone but then I remember wait, I don’t do that anymore. I’m sticking to my plan of using the Internet from 10 to noon, when my kids are all in school. I’m doing a quick lunch and then I do prenatals or housework or shopping or errands till the kids come home from school. Yes, I decided to let go my housekeeper and get me and the kids doing it, gulp. It’s part of our new plan to save money so James doesn’t have to work such long hours at his job and can start working on our own house.

After I told the kids my goal, as a joke, they started locking up the computer when they come home from school, to remind me not to use it when they are home with me. I’ve been spending the afternoons with them, actually helping them with their homework. ARRGH! We have homework for first and third graders. Every night. It is such ridiculous busywork. That’s one reason why I want to eventually homeschool when I get my ducks in a row. Then I have one of them help me fix dinner. I definitely have struggled with this. It doesn’t come naturally to me to do this. I don’t want to have to teach, explain, and go slowly while little fingers learn the skills I have known for years. Some days I think I am crazy. But, I hated how I was feeling like their time was wasted all day just watching screens. They were not doing their homework and just watching TV all afternoon, then they would tell me at 9 PM that they had a book report or a diorama of the rainforest due the next day. Disciplining wasn’t working and they were getting more and more rebellious at school. The other day Alyson looked at me while we were doing homework and smiled at me and then gave me a hug. It totally melted my heart. She told me she’s glad that I help her with her homework.

I’ve been doing one birth about every other week and when I go to that either James or one of the older kids babysits. James and I are having peace together. I am so happy that I have been keeping my Girl Goal regarding him. He’s actually starting to talk about starting to do less work for his dad so he can start building on our lot.

In class this past week we learned about doing the Power actions in a warrior way. Here’s how it applies to me:

Prayer

In my prayer I’m going to start saying things like

Dear God, I thank Thee and I will think of all the many ways I feel that Thee reached out to me the day before. Then…Father, I acknowledge Thine wisdom and power. I acknowledge that I don’t have that. I ask Thee to help me know what I need to know from Thee every day to serve others in the best, Christlike way and fight my battles in the best way so I can win and be a dedicated instrument in Thy hands. I will ask Thee to speak the answers to me through Thy holy writ and Thy Holy Spirit that I will read and listen to today.

Writing

I’m using my writing in a much more active way. I used to avoid journal writing but I am finding out how powerful it is. I’m writing out all of the Captain’s Log questions every day and answering them in my journal. These questions and the answers, all written out, definitely keep me in my frontal lobe. They make me a better warrior because I am then an alert warrior, totally conscious of my goals for the day and when I am going to do them..

I learned from Kate something smart that the Nephites did in the Book of Mormon. She pointed out that at one point the Nephites slept on their swords. They did this so that they would be ready to battle at a moment’s notice. They recognized that there were times when they had to sleep for their health. But they knew they had to be ready to grab those swords and wake up in an instant. Sleeping on their swords, I’m sure was uncomfortable, and harder to sleep that way, but it was a physical reminder to them to keep their brains in high-alert state, knowing that, even though they were descending into sleep, that they needed to be ready to awake right away and fight. It’s not enough for me to think about these questions, I have to physically write them out and answer them. Just like it wasn’t enough for the Nephites to think about their swords being in some place away from their beds. They had to have the physical reminder of falling asleep on them to keep their knowledge of them in their frontal lobe while the Nephites were sleeping, if that’s possible. These questions I write out and answer, physically, with my body, help keep me in my frontal lobe as I face dangerous periods of time when I easily might fall asleep to my goals, such as when I get on the computer, and when I leave my house, especially for a birth, which puts me in a totally different environment.

I love reminding myself in writing of what I am doing right when I win. It totally cements it in my brain, so I don’t forget. I love prophesying of how the dark side will attack me to dissuade, discourage, and defeat me. In the Book of Mormon it talks of how the people had peace because of their preaching and prophesying, in Helaman 7:14. That scripture really stood out to me when I read it. I had the thought, “That is the key to my own peace, to preach to myself (by writing here Thy word and what I am feeling the Spirit tell me about They word) and to prophecy to myself about my own life.

R

R is for reading. To do a warrior’s reading of the scriptures, I do my reading right after my prayer in the morning. I used to do it at night but I found myself dozing off as I read. I have received so many blessings by switching my reading to the morning. It makes me think of Moses and his people gathering manna in the morning. They couldn’t do it at night because it would not stand the heat of the day. They had to gather it in the morning, in the cool. It was food to sustain them. Reading the word of God is food for my spirit. If I wait until the heat of the day to do my first reading, I notice that it is hurried. I’ve noticed other moms in my class do it differently. That’s OK. This is what works for me.

How do I keep my mind from wandering? I focus on writing a question at the top on every scripture page that is answered by that page, and then I highlight where the answer is.

Then when I am done reading I go back and write down in my Girl Power Journal what Thou spoke to me through the scriptures, if I felt any answer to my prayers. I might even get direction to change my plans for the day so I will write down my new plan.

So far my life’s been improving amazingly well. I no longer see the hurt look in James’ eyes. We’ve started going on weekly dates, something we lost the hang of a loooong time ago, and we are even holding hands again. I turned down midwifery requests and after this month the load will go down to one a month. I decided to give over the reins of my birthing web site to Emma. She needed some income to help her be a stay at home mom in her situation of temporarily leaving Clark, and I needed to divest myself of daily management, so this is perfect. I’m just blogging or doing any social media for 1 hour a day. She takes care of all the website management. It’s definitely been a weaning for me. I am no longer dependent on all those likes and comments from followers and fans, and even detractors, which I actually secretly enjoyed because it gave me more traffic. I am now more in tune to getting likes and interaction with who I want to become my biggest fans. That’s first, Thee God, then my husband and kids.

I did notice a chemical shift recently. Yesterday when I was at Target from across the parking lot I could see Julia, a girlfriend from a long time ago. We were in the same ward before we moved here. She was pushing a cart, and hugely pregnant. She had not one, but 3 kids in the cart, and 3 walking behind her. Eesh, that woman is busy!

In that instant I felt the chemical shift that is so familiar to me now. A mixture of criticalness, anger, impatience and sarcasm all rolled into one. Satan is really good at these zinger cocktails of subtle chemical spills to build up partial, negative emotions for me. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I thought. Hey, now that I am writing that I realize that was the dude moment. Here’s the rest of it.

“Isn’t her oldest kid like, 8?”

“Who does she think the is, populating the earth more?”

“Why is she having another one?”

“Go tell her how tired she looks! Have fun rubbing it in that she’s pregnant and huge and tired and fat.”

I just stood there, having these thoughts. Then I realized, “on my gosh, you are at Level 4! Do your drill!”

My old way would have been the following. I would go over to her, smoothly reconnect while feeling superior that I am not pregnant and actually have a life outside the home. Unlike her, where the highlight of the week is checking out the smartphones at Target with 6 little ones in tow and one in the womb. After a ton of chit chat I would ascertain her level of green mama earthiness so I could decide about giving her one of my business cards so she could maybe be a potential client.

But hey, my brain is changing. I don’t do that any more. That is part of my old self.

James has been opening up and talking about how much he would like for us to have another baby. Eesh! Can you believe it? I have been resisting with all my lawyerly skill as much as possible. I just blogged the other day about how four is the new six. Nobody could accuse me of trying to churn up more business by telling people to have more babies. So all of that came to me as I saw Julia. It was all in a flash, as part of the satanic spin.

So I did my drill, which is to repeat my affirmations while I breathe deeply and look upwards. I went over and talked to Julia. You know what, after a while of talking, I felt genuinely happy with her and for her. Her kids were cute and well behaved and all greeted me with smiles, looking me in the eye, and shaking my hand. They were so happy, it made me smile the rest of the day as I remembered our interactions. I started thinking how much work it takes to train children to be like that and I felt pleased to know their marvelous mom.

Love,

Lauren

Copyright 2015 by Celestia Shumway

I have been bitten by the church history bug ever since going to Nauvoo. I can’t learn it all fast enough! Enjoy this video made last Saturday from the dedication of the new Priesthood Restoration Site in Oakland Township, PA. I bear witness that sacred events took place here: the restoration of the priesthood, revelations, and translation of the Book of Mormon, by the gift and power of God. 

Here’s a resource that is free for a few days, courtesy of queenhomeschooling.com. Here’s what their web site says about the ebook:

This book covers the four levels of language arts in a Charlotte Mason style education, and how to easily integrate each of them. 

Covered also are the benefits of this approach, and how they meet the same goal as more traditional styles of education, but in a more enjoyable, sensible way – especially for the educator at home. All age groups are discussed.

See why the Charlotte Mason method is so popular with homeschoolers today, and why the child who grows up learning this way has an advantage over those who have used other methods.

Click here to be taken to the page where you can order the free ebook.

Friends,

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Return to Deathwater

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After we went to the brickyard and the Lucy Mack Smith home, for our Day 4 trip to Nauvoo, the adults in the group went to the Nauvoo Land and Records Office. This is the place to go if you want to figure out where the land is that your ancestors lived on in Nauvoo. I was impressed by the peacefulness and orderliness of the place, as all Church history sites are. They even had some toys for kids to play with while the parents work.

This office has a bunch of computers and a friendly staff to help you. You sit down at the computer and enter in the names of people you think lived in Nauvoo.

Hint: if you are going to Nauvoo, figure out BEFORE you leave home who your Nauvoo ancestors are. Do this by spending time on familysearch.org looking at your family tree at the ancestors who lived in the 1830s through 1840s. I have been doing family history research work for a few years so I knew some names off the top of my head. But if you don’t already know, go do the research. This will save you a lot of time. I don’t even know if these computers ar the Land and Records office are hooked up to the Internet. I don’t know if the staff at the office are equipped to help you with that part. So what I am saying? Do your homework first! Don’t expect the staff to know who your ancestors are.

When you type in the name and get a list of records showing that that person lived in Nauvoo, the staff will be able to answer your questions about how to find the property on a copy of the map they will give you. They will also let you copy all of the records you find onto a CD you can take home, for a small cost of $3. I had 4 ancestors and my husband had 3 or 4, so copied all the info onto one disc. 

Now here’s the biggest discovery I made on my Nauvoo trip! I knew one of my ancestors, Lorenzo Johnson, lived in Nauvoo. But I didn’t know where. When I put his name in, and then found his property on the map, I found out the property was right on the Mississippi riverbank. So then we went looking for it. The photo below shows the grassy plot where my ancestor lived. Isn’t it beautiful? What an awesome view of the Mighty Mississipp! And guess whose property was right next to Lorenzo’s? Scroll down to see…

Lorenzo Johnson lived right next to Joseph Smith’s Red Brick store! My kids had fun drinking root beer that their big brother and dad bought there. The Red Brick Store is where the Relief Society was organized, on the upper floor. I was amazed that Lorenzo lived right next to a place where Joseph probably went every day. I wonder how often they talked? Did Lorenzo get to visit much with the prophet? The biography below says that Lorenzo got baptized in March 1846, right before he left in Nauvoo. Here is his picture and a short biography. I wish I could find a journal he wrote. He was descended from William Bradford, of Plimouth Plantation, and is a common ancestor of one of my dear La Leche League Leader friends, KeeNan, who I have known for over 10 years. It was just a year ago I found out that we are half third cousins, once removed, both descended from Lorenzo!

Lorenzo was the 12th child of 13 children.  His parents, Rheuama Stevens and Didymus Johnson, and the grandparents lived in Haddam, Connecticut.  He had eight brothers and four sisters.  His mother was 45 years old when he was born.  She died when he was 13 years old.

His father died when he was 19 years old.  Lorenzo married Mary Lyman that same year.

Mary had joined the church in Michigan in the year 1842.  At some time Lorenzo and Mary with seven children moved to Nauvoo, Illinois. Lorenzo was baptized March 1846 when the exodus started from Nauvoo, Illinois.

The family was living at Winter Quarters (1847) and at Potowatamie, Iowa (1849).  He must have had to ind work and earn the means to take his family of now nine children on to Utah.

A child was born in Winter Quarters and another in Potowatamie.  Emily the ninth child died at age two, location unknown. Maybe only eight children went to Utah.  

Mary and Lorenzo received their endowments in 1855.

Lorenzo must have lived the Law of Plural Marriage as the records have four other wives.

In the remembrance of John Wesley Johnson (son) it states he met Louisa Collings in Springerville, Utah.  I am assuming that Mary and Lorenzo were living in Springerville also, as it was from there the John Wesley and Louisa were called to help settle Monroe, Utah a few years later.  Mary and Lorenzo helped settle Monroe so probable were called when their son was called.  They lived in Monroe until their death.

Lorenzo died April 25, 1872 in Monroe, Utah.

information taken from the genealogy records
compiled by Alice Jo Cluff Ellsworth: 1997

Description of Lorenzo Johnson

Lorenzo Johnson was born April 17, 1813 at Haddam, Middlesex, Connecticut.  He came to Utah September 2, 1850. He married (1) Mary Lyman Johnson; (2) Ruth Sawyer Drury Davis; (3) Emma James; (4) Mary Ann Hall (Johnson Whiting).  He was elected Springville City Councilman in 1857 and Mayor in 1859.  He helped build a sawmill in Salt Lake City and later Spanish Fork Canyon.  He was a member of the first Grand Jury in Utah County and was called to settle “The Muddy” in Southern Utah.  He died April 25, 1872.

from the database: Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, Springville

We capped off the night of our first day in Nauvoo (Day 4 of our trip since we took three days to drive there from Utah) by going to the play, Rendezvous in Nauvoo. As you can see by the smiles on my kids’ faces, it delighted us!

It was so fun to see some of the senior missionaries, whom we had seen during the day, as tour guides, act in the play.

The sister missionary in the photo above, Sister Brinley, was one of the missionaries in the Nauvoo Land and Records Office. My mother-in-law recognized her as a former ward member from their ward in Provo. 

The play had lots of laughable moments, as well as spiritual moments. It showed the power that the Book of Mormon has on those who actually sincerely read it. 

In the play, Sister Brinley played a character who was being courted by a man who had been baptized into the Mormon church. She resisted learning more about the Church and the man was about to leave with the Exodus from Nauvoo. He gave her a Book of Mormon. She finally started reading it and found out it is a marvelous testament of Jesus Christ as our Redeemer and Savior. I recognized her husband, Elder Brinley, as Dr. Douglas Brinely, former professor at BYU who taught about marriage and family relations. Hearing his voice brought back a flood of memories from my young mothering days when I would check out tapes of his talks from the library and listen at 10 PM at night while I did dishes after tucking three little kids into bed. My husband was gone on business 3 to 5 days a week and these talks kept me going. Now I have a lot more options with Gospel Library, youtube, and the Internet. Here are some of his talks. Thanks Dr. Brinley for your insights and the fun play!

On Day 4 of our trip to Nauvoo, we came home for lunch after the wagon ride. While eating lunch, my  mother-in-law mentioned that she thought the home of her ancestor, Jeremiah Hill Hatch, was still standing in Nauvoo, but she didn’t know where. So then my brilliant beautiful 19 year old daughter Googled it and found the address.

So we went looking for it and found that the home was just around the corner and up the street from the motel! It’s on the corner of Iowa and Knight streets. Here is everybody, but me, standing in front of it.

It has this plaque mounted on it from the DAR. It’s being converted into a vacation rental.

It’s so fun to make personal discoveries like this in a place far from home!

Jeremiah Hatch was an amazing man. As a young man he was a fifer in the army for the Revolutionary War. He married a Quaker woman. One of his sons heard about Joseph Smith and the restored gospel of Jesus Christ and got baptized. So then the son taught the gospel to him and he and his wife joined the Church as well and came to Nauvoo.  Here is his biography from findagrave.com:

Born to Nathaniel Hatch and Achsah Parmelee. His father died when he was 10 years old. Jeremiah was bound out to a miller in hopes that he would learn a trade. However the miller was unkind to him so when Jeremiah was fifteen years old he joined the army in April 1781. Since he was only a boy but could play the fife, he became a fifer in Colonel John Creation’s 3rd Regiment. He was discharged Nov 30 1782. He married Elizabeth Haight on 23 Nov 1789. He was given the rank of captain in charge of the military company in his home town. He was given Bounty Lands as a result of his military service, in Bristol, Addison, Vermont. They raised their family there. The first four children died the day of their birth. They adopted a daughter, Mariah , who lived to raise a family. Elizabeth promised the Lord that if he would give her a child she would raise him to the Lord. Following that, she was blessed with four sons. Their first son, Hezekiah , was the first to hear the gospel. He, in turn, taught his parents and family. They were baptized in 1840 . Elizabeth had been on crutches for 13 years, but after her baptism, she threw them away and never used them again. She was 68 and her husband was 74. Despite their ages, they sold their farm and moved 1500 miles to Nauvoo . Jeremiah bought a house in Nauvoo in 1842 . Their oldest son died there. In 1846 they were forced to leave with the saints. Elizabeth died at Winter Quarters in 1847 and Jeremiah died at Pleasant Grove 10 miles from Winter Quarters in 1851 at the home of his son Josephus. Rumored to be killed from a mob raid. The rest of the family came on to the Valley.