Well, I think it was a successful trip to St. George. We drove out there Thursday night, arriving around 1:30 in the morning, and enjoyed sleeping in on Friday morning. We relaxed Friday, hitting tennis balls with the girls in the morning before the high winds came. The marathon expo in the afternoon was fun, and it really made Angela wish that she was running. I can relate from times I've been there in a supporting role...although during the race I wondered why anyone would want to do that...
We had a great pre-race dinner on Friday night of pasta, chicken veggies, salad, and bread with a lot of fun aunts and uncles and cousins. It was so fun to be with them - probably the best part of our trip overall.
To the race: I did fine. Of course it was hard, and I got tired, but I was able to run the race without the severe leg cramps I usually get, and my time of 3:43 was actually faster than I had predicted I would run this year. The best part was running with a couple of old friends - Matt for the first 1/2 of the race, and Darek, who I unexpectedly ran into at mile 16 and we ran the rest of the race together. It was so fun to see people I only get to see once a year at most.
The hardest part of the whole trip was being away from Micah. We were so sad to receive her homesick calls Friday and Saturday night as she had returned tired from her week field trip and just needed a family and parents to be with her. We felt miserable as we wished so badly we had planned a little differently. Our friends with whom she stayed were all so kind, but it's just not the same as family. We left early Sunday morning, drove faster than I should have, and got home around 5pm Sunday to give huge hugs to our Micah. It was so great to be together again. The other kids traveled amazingly well, and it was a fun trip.
We have some catching up to do on Conference, but at some point I'll give some of my impressions of this year's talks and my feelings. We're so lucky to have this semi-annual opportunity to be uplifted by the church leaders.
I'm very sore ... thank goodness we live on the ground floor.
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Pres. Thomas S. Monson, Oct 2008
"This is our one and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and non-existent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now.
... Professor Harold Hill, one of the principal characters in [The Music Man], voices a caution that I share with you. Says he, “You pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you’ve collected a lot of empty yesterdays.”
f you have children who are grown and gone, in all likelihood you have occasionally felt pangs of loss and the recognition that you didn’t appreciate that time of life as much as you should have. Of course, there is no going back, but only forward. Rather than dwelling on the past, we should make the most of today, of the here and now, doing all we can to provide pleasant memories for the future.
Stresses in our lives come regardless of our circumstances. We must deal with them the best we can. But we should not let them get in the way of what is most important—and what is most important almost always involves the people around us. Often we assume that they must know how much we love them. But we should never assume; we should let them know. Wrote William Shakespeare, “They do not love that do not show their love.”3 We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection shown. Rather, our regrets will come if such things are omitted from our relationships with those who mean the most to us.
Send that note to the friend you’ve been neglecting; give your child a hug; give your parents a hug; say “I love you” more; always express your thanks. Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved. Friends move away, children grow up, loved ones pass on. It’s so easy to take others for granted, until that day when they’re gone from our lives and we are left with feelings of “what if” and “if only.” Said author Harriet Beecher Stowe, “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”
In the 1960s, during the Vietnam War, Church member Jay Hess, an airman, was shot down over North Vietnam. For two years his family had no idea whether he was dead or alive. His captors in Hanoi eventually allowed him to write home but limited his message to less than 25 words. What would you and I say to our families if we were in the same situation—not having seen them for over two years and not knowing if we would ever see them again? Wanting to provide something his family could recognize as having come from him and also wanting to give them valuable counsel, Brother Hess wrote—and I quote: “These things are important: temple marriage, mission, college. Press on, set goals, write history, take pictures twice a year.”
Said one well-known author: “Both abundance and lack [of abundance] exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend . . . when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that’s present—love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature, and personal pursuits that bring us [happiness]—the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience heaven on earth.”
Said the Lord in a revelation given through the Prophet Joseph Smith, “In nothing doth man offend God, or against none is his wrath kindled, save those who confess not his hand in all things.”10 May we be found among those who give our thanks to our Heavenly Father. If ingratitude be numbered among the serious sins, then gratitude takes its place among the noblest of virtues.
Brothers and sisters, my sincere prayer is that we may adapt to the changes in our lives, that we may realize what is most important, that we may express our gratitude always and thus find joy in the journey."
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2 comments:
John---you're truly amazing. I can't believe you did it AGAIN!! I am still resting on my laurels having run it once AGES ago. Maybe I'm a one-timer...LAME! :) Good job. Glad you made it home safely. Miss you guys...
good job on another marathon!
i don't think i'll ever being doing one, but maybe a half at most.
glad you are all reunited with micah!
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