Monday, December 30, 2013

Finding Confidence

I just turned 30, and I forget what generation that puts me in, x, Millennial, the Peter Pan generation…  But I feel like while growing up, “self-esteem” was all the rage.  I remember learning in Mrs. Zangeri’s health class in 7th grade the risks of having a low self-esteem.  We’d be more likely to give into peer pressure and do drugs.  We’d be less likely to maintain happy relationships or succeed in life.  So in order to ensure healthy concepts of ourselves we were encouraged to resort to Stewart Smalley-like tactics.  For those of you who are younger than I, or weren’t watching Saturday Night Live at age 9, Stewart Smalley was an SNL character, a giant blue sweater wearing Pop-psychologist who started every self help show by smiling at himself in the mirror and saying "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!" 


Now fast forward 20 years.  I am not as good as I once was at keeping up on pop culture, so about a year ago, I finally decided to look up Lady Gaga to find out who she was.  The first thing that popped up on Google, was an interview she had on the Ellen show.  She spoke about her daily ritual of spending 5 minutes to focus on compassionate thoughts about… wait for it… herself.  Don’t get me wrong, many of us really need to cut ourselves some slack, and sometimes people who have suffered intense emotional abuse could benefit from something like this.  But the more she talked, the more worried I got.  The Lady explained, “Pop Culture is our religion.  And through self-worship, in terms of your identity… you can have more faith and more hope in life, and in the future.”



I couldn’t believe what I just heard.  I had to replay it at least three times.  It’s pretty obvious that our culture is self-absorbed and worships pop culture, but I never thought I’d hear someone proclaim it boldly as their faith.  And I can hardly imagine “self-worship” as a sustainable source of peace.  Telling myself how fabulous I am makes me feel good, but only for about 5 minutes before I prove myself wrong and do something not-so fabulous. 

It’s no surprise that narcissism is on the rise.  Or at least that’s what one study found as researchers analyzed music written between 1980 and 2007.  Songs have gone from focusing on “we,” “us,” or “you,” to “me,” “my,” and how great “I” am.  Dr. Nathan Dewall, the professor who led the study explains, “People who are very narcissistic, they come off as very confident, but if you insult them or provoke them in any way, it sort of breaks their bubble, and they're very fragile people.” 

In other words, focusing on our greatness doesn’t diminishes our insecurities, it just covers them up.  So, how can we feel peace and even joy in our own skin?  How can we increase our confidence in who we are? 
In my experience, this is a three part process including, 1. knowing who you are, 2. knowing your real potential, and then 3. looking outside of yourself to find confidence in something greater, specifically Jesus Christ.

Know Who You Are

This is where Mrs. Zangeri would have us all make a list of how we identify.  In middle school, this would have looked like “I am a…dancer, singer, friend, sister, gingerbread house maker…”  All this is good to know, but it doesn’t really get to the core of where you came from or where you’re going. 
 
In Romans 8:16 we learn that “we are the children of God.”  Sure you have your biological parents, but God is your Eternal Father.  He not only created your Spirit, but also your body.  And he created it in His image (Genisis 1:27).  You are His.
     
Does this make you special?  Of course.  Does this make you valuable?  Absolutely.  Does this make you better than those around you?  No way. 

For some reason, we are constantly trying to measure our worth by comparing ourselves to others. “Am I prettier than her?”  “How much money do I make compared to him.”  It’s like we believe we have to be somehow better than others, in order to be worth our own self respect.  Guess what?  Chances are, you are average in most ways.  I know I am!  But after coming to this realization I felt liberated to know that my worth is not dependent on where my abilities and assets fall on a bell curve.  Every single one of us are spiritual siblings, and every one of us has the same eternal potential.  You don’t have to be richer, better looking, have amazing social skills, or smarter, to be worth infinite amounts in the eyes of God and have unimaginable amounts of potential. 

I remember looking at my first child a few days after he was born, and feeling like someone could place a mountain of all the diamonds in the world in front of me, and they would have seemed worthless compared to the little person in my arms.  And that is just the capacity of my tiny human brain.  A loving Heavenly Father loves us more and finds more worth in us than we can imagine.  Even if we are not better than others, we are even more special than Stewart Smalley could insist.
 

What is your potential?

Moses, the prophet, grew up in the palace of a worldly king.  Egypt, at the time, had a culture of self worship, not unlike ours.  He was at the center of a great civilization that was revolutionizing architecture, the arts, and politics.  I imagine that he was pretty pleased with the potential he saw in himself.  I imagine that he grew up with a very high self-esteem.
 
But when he received a vision of every single one of God’s creations, he was left in complete awe.  He replied, “Now, for this cause I know that man is nothing, which thing I never had supposed” (Moses 1:10.) In the grand spectrum of the Universe, Moses suddenly felt like a microscopic spec of dust.  His previously great confidence, and feeling of self importance was shot. 

But then the Lord taught him an important truth.  He said, “This is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man” (Moses 1:39.)  In other words, all of God’s creations are for the benefit of man, to help us one day live forever in His presence.  We may feel like our lives are meaningless at times, but this Earth and the entire Universe, was created by God, for us.  His whole purpose is to help us progress because He loves us infinitely.  When everything around us seems to tell us we are worthless, we should remember that to Heavenly Father we are priceless. 

Knowing who we are and what we can become can be a great source of confidence, but it still isn’t enough.  Sometimes our talents, abilities, and possessions just aren’t enough for us to succeed at a specific task.  What then?  Unless we look outside ourselves for a source of greater strength, we will be left facing our own inadequacies and that poor little self-esteem monitor is going to wobble right back to zero.   

Confidence in Christ

I served as a Missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and if you don’t know what that’s like, imagine being an inexperienced 21 year old girl, moving thousands of miles away from family and friends, to spend all day, every day doing what you believes is the most important thing in the world: preaching the gospel.  It was extremely fun, but also stressful and exhausting at times. 

Typically a missionary spends his or her first 3 months with a trainer, learning the ropes.  Then maybe after another year of learning from more experienced missionaries, he or she may have the opportunity to train a brand new missionary.  But in my mission, there was a shortage of trainers, and after 3 months, my mission President called to tell me that I would be training a new Sister missionary.  I was shocked.  How?  I didn’t have the information or skills to do the job.  I felt completely inadequate.

After about a week of anticipatory stress, I got my new companion, and we worked hard.  I can’t think of a time in my life I worked harder.  I was constantly finding new ways to improve and stretch, and tried to be perfectly obedient to God’s commandments.  I told myself that I could do this!  Friends tried boosting  my self-esteem by telling me what a great job I was doing.  We were even having a significant amount of success.  Surprisingly though, I felt little peace.  Actually, it felt like there was screaming in my head constantly.  I was completely overwhelmed. 

About 3 weeks in to this emotional fiasco, I had an interview with my Mission President.  I just wept, and said something about not knowing what I was doing, and feeling burdened.  Expecting President to tell me how to fill out the paper work the right way, or how to knock on someone’s door with suave, he simply said, “Sister Ellsworth, you are promised to have the Gift of the Holy Ghost with you at all times.”  This is all he said, before he went on to ask how my companion was doing. 

At first I had wondered if he was really paying attention to my concerns, but as I pondered his words, I got a very clear impression that sounded something like this: “Stop relying on yourself!  You can't do this by yourself, and even though you’ve been preaching all day every day about Christ’s grace, you don’t really believe in your heart that his grace applies to you.  But it does!  You don’t need confidence in yourself.  You need to have confidence in the Lord, and that He has the power to use someone like you to do great things.”

Later that day, I read in the missionary guide, that some people “feel confident that they know how to be successful.  Others lack such confidence.  Remember, however, that your confidence and faith should be in Christ, not in yourself.  Rely on the Spirit rather than your own talents and abilities” (Preach My Gospel, page 97.)

My mission and my life changed.  I learned what it really meant to trust in God.  There was no way I had enough talent, smarts, or charisma to accomplish what I needed to, but I realized that it didn’t matter.  Christ can do anything he wants with imperfect people.

There are beautiful examples of Prophets learning this same lesson as God calls them to do his work.  Often their confidence in their own abilities are minimal.  When Enoch was called to preach, “he bowed himself to the earth, before the Lord, and spake before the Lord, saying: Why is it that I have found favor in thy sight, and am but a lad, and all the people hate me; for I am slow of speech; wherefore am I thy servant?”  The Lord's reply is beautiful.  “Go forth and do as I have commanded thee, and no man shall pierce thee. Open thy mouth, and it shall be filled, and I will give thee utterance, for all flesh is in my hands, and I will do as seemeth me good (Moses 6:32-33.)

I love that last line: “All flesh is in my hands, and I will do as seemeth me good.”  Enoch became such a powerful speaker that people traveled from miles around to hear his words, and trembled and fell when they heard his words.  Why?  Because he wasn’t speaking his own words.  He said what God told him to.  If our desire is to obey God, it doesn’t really matter what our current talents are.  He can use us to move mountains if he wants to. 

We are warned throughout the scriptures of trusting in “the arm of flesh,” “princes,” our “own 
understanding,” in “riches.”  These things just aren’t lasting.  They can only take us so far.
What is it that we’d like more confidence in?  Our ability to make friends?  To speak publicly? To find our dream job?  To find someone who loves us?  Sometimes our goals can be skewed by the praise of those around us.  But if we are setting goals that are aligned with God’s will, and if we depend on him to help us complete our goals, we can do anything He wants us to.
 
Christians often refer to the story of Christ feeding the 5,000 with only a few scraps of food, as an impressive depiction of his abilities to perform miracles.  But what strikes me most about this story is the source of food.  When the apostles told Christ that they didn’t have enough money to feed His congregation Andrew reported, “There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?” (John 6:9).  The answer was rhetorical.  It obviously wasn’t enough.  

But what that boy did inspires me.  He didn’t hold back, and he gave all that he had to the Lord.  It’s wasn’t nearly enough to make a dent on the hunger of 5,000 people, but when he turned it all over to Christ, a miracle happened.  Not only was everyone filled, but 12 baskets of food were left over!

We may not have many talents as we’d like, and what we have may feel like nothing compared to the task at hand.  But I know that if we give all that we have to the Lord, than he can work miracles with us.   As we depend on the Savior and the sacrifice He’s made for us, we can find peace in who we are.  As we focus on His strength and not our own, we can find confidence in who we are as children of God. 


The world offers many solutions for our dissatisfaction with ourselves.  And not all of them are bad, but I believe that true confidence and peace comes when we know that we are children of God, that we have great potential because of Him, and then most importantly stop focusing on ourselves and rely on Christ and His abilities.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Wrapping up the Year

Wrapping up the year has been a blast.  December was fun, busy, a little stressful at times, and is ending very mellowly.  
We started the month off with a visit from Paul and Valine, which was a pleasure.  We wish they lived closer.  They helped us pick out a tree and decorate the house. 


Decorating the tree was magical for Ira...

especially making his nose look huge in ornaments.

We decorated graham cracker houses with our favorite neighbors and friends, 
who unfortunately just moved. :(


Ira still talks about his best friend coming back.



We're need some sort of food coloring and sugar detox after the past few weeks.  Here are the guys making "chocolate" covered pretzels.

And here's the Carrot Christmas Cake I made.  My mom gave me these hand-me-down tiers for Thanksgiving, and they seemed icy and winter appropriate. 




On Christmas eve, we opted out of a couple of parties to have a cozy nativity at home, reading Luke 2, and singing Carols...well, at least one carol, I think.

My three wise men. 

The boys are having fun playing with their new toys.  The easel, allows Eliot to lunge and squat like a little abstract expressionist...

And allows Ira to dance around his Christmas Tree paintings like a little modern dancer.  I like how the Dishwasher handle and reflection look like a halo here. :)

It snowed today, so we built a lumpy snowman,


and tested out the boys' shovels.  I hope they're always this enthusiastic about clearing the driveway.



One of Anthony's early presents to me was getting my violin fixed!  I was really afraid and excited to start playing again for the first time in 13 years.  I only took lessons for 5 years, and never got really good to begin with, but it's been so satisfying and fun to re-start the learning.

Ant's survived the pre-Christmas craziness at work, and long hours that go along with it.

Ira, Ira, Ira.  If only I knew at the time of his birth that "ira" is Spanish for "rage."  He's been really fun lately, but also has been having some explosive anger issues.  I think only at home though.  His preschool teacher says he's doing great, and I was subbing in Primary Sunday and was able to watch Ira and the other Senior nursery kids on the front row, transitioning to the Sunbeams class.  He sat quietly with his arms folded nearly the whole time.  He's also been loving the scriptures.  We couldn't find the children's New Testament we've been reading nightly, and started reading the Book of Mormon (normal, not kid's version) with him.  And he's been requesting it over the kid's book every night.  Cutie.

Eliot is just a big cuddly smile right now.  He seems over his tornado, rapid mess making phase and has been more manageable, focusing on one game at a time.  I was just a teeny tiny bit worried because he hasn't been learning to talk, or play games identifying face parts, or animals in books etc,.  Ira was doing all this closer to 12-15 months, and Eliot at 21 months is just now getting started.  Within the past couple of weeks he's started pointing out things in books, can identify a bunch of body parts, and has started saying more words.  He LOVES snow.  I'll get him suited up, and he'll be content to play on the deck for about 20 minutes, even if he's all alone.   

So that's us right now.  I'm hoping everyone had a splendid Christmas, and a refreshing New Year!


Sunday, December 1, 2013

Turkey, Contemporary Art, and Cake Mountains

Here's our November.
We felt blessed to have lots of family time, starting out with a visit from Anthony's brother, Nate. 

Here we are at the Motown Museum.  I highly suggest a visit to anyone who loves music or loves tour guides that brake out into song and dance at random moments. 

We then had a double lunch in order to compare Coney Dogs at two restaurants started by rivaled brothers.  They're pretty much the same hot dog smothered in onions, mustard, and chili, but the consensus was that Lafayette was slightly better. 



 Here we are at Belle Isle.



Here's the Heildelberg Project which consists of outdoor installation art covering at least one city block.  Actually some of it isn't "installed" sense it's made of buildings that already existed. It's pretty awesome.  We were invited to write our names on the "guest book," which was really the first house on the block covered in people's names. 


The Gift Shop

The Artist: Tyree Guyton

This is the House of Soul...

which was burnt down 4 days after we took this picture.  So sad.

Anthony and Nathan's birthdays are less than a week apart, so I made them a Canyoneering Cake.


Eliot was also excited to partake.

James helped us put up Christmas lights for our first time! I love Christmas.

Eliot finding his way to some cinnamon rolls.  That kid knows how to take initiative to get what he wants. 

Then we had the opportunity to drive to upstate New York for Thanksgiving.  Two of my siblings live in the same state, which is almost unheard of, so we thought we'd take advantage of the togetherness.  We had a blast.
It was fun to see the boys get reacquainted with cousins, and with


 snow!






I love my sisters.





Dad reenacting his Mother's great storytelling skills that she'd display during Thanksgiving dinner.





The food was amazing.  Mmmm....if only there were more leftovers. 

The parents.  I hope to be as great as them someday.  

What can I say?  Family is the best!

Besides the fun visits, we are doing well!  Anthony and I started teaching Birth Classes at the beginning of the month and we're LOVING it.  

Ira is going through...what shall I call it?  A faze that includes moments of defiance and rudeness.  sigh...  But most of the time, he's pretty great.  He's still loving preschool, and last week he went to the allergist, and to my surprise, was completely cooperative!  Yay!!!  

Eliot, is as cute as ever, especially when he's happy.  And as I said before, he takes initiative to get what he wants.  This only drives me crazy some of the time since he really loves shoe laces, electronics, and outlets... and sticking things in his ears.  Parenthood rocks.  Alright, peace out everyone!