Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Finding Comfort When a Loved One Dies


 
I gave a talk on Sunday about how the Plan of Salvation can help us find comfort when someone we love dies. I have to write my talks out completely, since giving them scares me, so I figured I'd copy it here to my blog/journal. 

Some of you will be surprised to know that public speaking really scares me.  In spite of that, I really enjoy teaching and speaking opportunities, because I enjoy focusing on one aspect of the Gospel.  Today I was given the assignment to speak on how our understanding of the Plan of Salvation can help give us hope and comfort when we are coping with the death of a loved one.

As we learn more about our Heavenly Father’s great Plan of Salvation for us, we come to understand that our journey doesn’t begin with our birth. 

The Prophet Jerimiah wrote:

 Then the word of the Lord came unto me, saying,
 5 Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

We know that our spirits existed in a pre-mortal existence with Heavenly Father we left that world to be born and gain a mortal body. We chose to experience mortality so we could experience happiness and sorrow and exercise our agency. 

When we chose mortality, we also knew that it included both birth and death.  

Elder Russel M. Nelson taught us:

We regarded the returning home as the best part of that long-awaited trip, just as we do now. Before embarking on any journey, we like to have some assurance of a round-trip ticket. Returning from earth to life in our heavenly home requires passage through—and not around—the doors of death. We were born to die, and we die to live. (See 2 Cor. 6:9.) As seedlings of God, we barely blossom on earth; we fully flower in heaven.

Just as our life as spirit children of our Heavenly Father didn’t begin with our mortal birth, it does not end with our mortal death.

I would like to share a personal story that I have shared in Relief Society, so I hope the Sister’s don’t mind.  One of my very best friends, Becky, was a young Mother who had been married only a few years with a 3 yr old daughter when she was diagnosed with a rare and terminal cancer.  She fought the cancer valiantly with grace and faith, but in the end, her doctors told her they could do no more and that she had 6 to 12 months to live.  Just three weeks later, I received a call from her sister. Becky had complications with her cancer and she had been given only 48 hours or so to live, and she wanted to see me.

As you can imagine, I was crushed and overwhelmed. After a quick, hard cry, I took a shower and prayed to know how to best handle my last hours with my dear friend in this life. As is often the case when someone dies young, I was also feeling a strong sense that it was too soon and that it was unfair that she would not be able to see her young daughter grow up, or grow old with her husband.

At that time, I felt a great peace and I stopped crying. I started to think of her life and the many trials she had overcome, her hopes and ambitions and her faith and temple work. It was almost as if her life flashed before my eyes J    I received the clear impression that her life was like a path marked on a map, that her death was a part of that path and a planned part of a journey.  At that moment I KNEW that our Heavenly Father had a plan for her and her plan included departing the mortal part of her journey at this time and in this way.    

A few days later, after Becky passed peacefully away, as I was praying for comfort I received a strong, comforting knowledge that even though the mortal part of her journey had ended, her path continued.  I felt strongly that she had work to do on the other side of the veil.

I think we can derive the most comfort from our knowledge of the Plan of Salvation when we learn about what happens after we die. 

In Alma 40:11, we learn that all spirits are taken home to Heavenly Father:

Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection—Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life.

In a revelation given to the Prophet Joseph F. Smith recorded in D&C 138, we learn that the spirits awaiting resurrection aren’t sitting around on clouds playing harps.  They are continuing to grow and learn.   

President Smith saw the spirits awaiting resurrection and he saw the spirits of the righteous being taught by the newly Resurrected Christ.   Christ then organized some of those spirits to teach the gospel to those who had never had the opportunity to learn of it, or who rejected it during their mortal life.  From this, we learn that our post-mortal existence isn’t static- we still learn, teach, and practice our agency as we choose to accept and embrace the gospel or not.

When we are navigating the loss of a loved one, we can perhaps gain the most comfort in the knowledge that not only do they continue to teach, learn and grow on the other side of the veil, but also that through the Plan of Salvation, our ties of love and family don’t end with our mortal death.  We may have to endure a period of separation, but in the end we can be reunited with them. 

The first time I attended the temple and received my endowment, I believe I caught a glimpse of what the many amazing reunions may be like on the other side of the veil. I’m the 5th of 7 children, and I received my endowment just prior to getting married.  Consequently, my older sisters, their husbands, Dave’s family and my parents all attended my endowment session.  They went through the veil before me, and as I entered the beautiful and peaceful celestial room for the first time, I was met with the sight of my family and soon-to-be inlaws all dressed in white and smiling and hugging me. I can only imagine the joy at reuniting in such a place of peace and Spirit after being apart for longer than a couple of hours!

Our knowledge of the Plan of Salvation can be of great comfort to us as we process our grief when we lose a loved one. It is a comfort to know that while we are saying goodbye, it is only for a season, and that it is only “goodbye for now” and not “goodbye forever”.

Even though we can draw much peace and comfort from our knowledge of the Plan of Salvation, we need to remember that it is good and right that we feel sad and mourn those who have passed on. I think that often we, as Latter Day Saints, may feel bad or guilty because we think “Why should I be sad when I know the plan of Salvation and I have an eternal perspective and knowledge that I will see them again?

Elder Nelson taught us:

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love. It is a natural response in complete accord with divine commandment: “Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die.” (D&C 42:45.)

As with many trials that we face in our lives, grief provides us an opportunity to learn about ourselves and grow spiritually.  I have had the opportunity to attend funerals for several amazing women over the last 6 or 7 years. Their ages and life stages included my friend Becky, a young wife and mother, an experienced grandma, a mom with children just barely enjoying her empty nest, and our very own beloved Sister Kinney.

Each funeral I attended for these women left me feeling inspired. Even though the length of their mortal journey here on earth varied greatly, each sister’s funeral shared common themes.  Those who spoke shared their faith and love of the gospel, temple attendance and Church service.  They spoke of love of music and nature. Each Sister was a mother and their children testified of what they had learned from their Mother. Other speakers shared their strength, grace and faith in during trials and adversity. I have rarely felt the spirit so strongly as at these different funerals.

After I left each funeral, I thought- when my time comes and my life is distilled to it’s “highlight reel” what do I want to be included? It made me ponder, am I living my life in such a way now that those things are a priority? If I want to be like these amazing sisters and remembered for my faith and testimony or cheerful service, what am I doing today to follow their example?

When my friend Becky died, I was at a time in my life where I really needed to balance my work and family priorities.  As I thought about her life and her journey, I remembered how much comfort she took in a blessing her husband gave her early in her cancer treatment. He said that others would learn and be inspired by her experience.  Because of that, I made a conscious effort to channel the grief I was feeling into a positive effort to follow her example and make changes in my priorities with an eye towards the eternal perspective. It helped me to both be a better wife and Mom as well as navigate my grief.

Elder Nelson taught us:

When our turn comes to pass through the doors of death, we can say as did Paul: “The time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” (2 Tim. 4:6–7.)

 We need not look upon death as an enemy. With full understanding and preparation, faith supplants fear. Hope displaces despair. The Lord said, “Fear not even unto death; for in this world your joy is not full, but in me your joy is full.” (D&C 101:36.) He bestowed this gift: “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (John 14:27.)

Brothers and sisters, I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for each of us. I know that that plan did not begin with our mortal birth. I know that it does not end with our mortal death.   I know that while our mortal death causes a sad separation that must be endured, we can take great comfort in knowing that it is only temporary.   I know that we will be reunited with those we love who are on the other side of the veil. I know that while they wait for us to join them, they are learning and teaching and cheering us on.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Ask the Missionaries! They Can Help You (do grody things!)

So, one cold morning last week (the morning after Cyndi arrived, incidentally) I went to take out the garbage and recycling and discovered a dead, squashed rodent near the garage door opening. It was positioned so that I would squish it entering and leaving the garage (which is likely how it got squashed in the first place).

I couldn't leave it there until DMP got home, because that would mean that it would be totally squished into oblivion as we entered and left the garage. It had to be moved.  So, naturally, I did what any good wife would do and called DMP and insisted that he come home and take care of it.  He works in downtown Dallas and it is a long drive and he had a lot of work. He told me "I would totally come and take care of it if I wasn't so far away, but I can't."  Great. I decided I needed to put on my big girl panties and just move it myself...

So, I steeled myself, got the shovel and proceeded to try to pick it up.  Then, I squicked out and squealed and jumped around like a little girl. It was SOFT y'all! It would require SCRAPING! I took a deep breath, talked myself up like a super-bowl coach at halftime and tried again.  More squealing and loud declarations that there was no way on this good green earth that I was going to be able to do this.  Apparently my "coach speech" was much the same as the Bronco's coach at the Super Bowl...

So, plan B involved calling DMP back and declaring that there was no way I could do it.  I frantically racked my brain for a solution... Home Teachers? Nope- they were at work. Bishop? He works from home, but did I really want to bug him?  Then, Ta Da! I thought of our Elders (i.e. Missionaries for our Church assigned to our area). 

So, I called the Elders, asked them how strong their stomachs were and asked them to come rescue me.  And they totally did- they scraped up that bad boy, bagged it and threw it in the garbage for me.  Cyndi and Kate (my big sisters) totally think I'm a wuss for calling in the Elders, but c'mon! They love service and now I owe them kolaches.   Plus, it is probably a great story to write home about :)

I think it gives a whole new meaning Elder Nielson's talk "Ask the Missionaries! They Can Help You!"