Mary's Intuitive genius

This morning, I unexpectedly discovered yet again, how the things Mary thought up were sooooo incredibly genius.

I had asked her to give an opinion on a thing that I was trying to decide, that Although it truly didn't matter to Mr, I wondered what a brilliant mind, not my own, would come up with fir an explanation.

My question was how she would explain a DNA result that was not inherited from either parent...from the results I had seen. I concluded instantly that it was like calling a rose by a different name and I actually had inherited from one of them, though, a matching chromosome had been named differently... but, Mary's explination was interesting: She explained it that due to some trauma that I had experienced a gene had been dormant to my parents but had been triggered in me. Instantly, I wondered if I had even taught her about epigenetics yet, still she described it perfectly 👌 and then nonchalantly explained that all that DNA crap isn't her thing. She would give her opinion, but she did not want to be cited as saying anything conclusive. My DNA obsession was interesting, like Astrology, but ultimately it was turning supposition or flimsy ideas into a science or something. 

Ok, then I was trying to figure out where I got this from. And on a Chromosome painter tool. I was able to see exactly, which part of me was inherited from where. And it was pretty much my entire Chromosome 6 and it was almost a replica or exact copy of my father's,  but, Changi g it back from Chromosome to words, ours had been labeled differently. I was more curious how such a thing would happen so I looked up Chromosome 6 and found this:

The 6th chromosome is primarily responsible for carrying the genes related to the immune system, particularly the major histocompatibility complex (MHC) region, which plays a crucial role in distinguishing between "self" and "foreign" cells, allowing the body to effectively fight off infections; essentially, it is a key component in the body's immune response mechanism. 

I had been hospitalized with a life-threatening infection of my central nervous system. And medical doctors whom I trusted, believed that I could not survive this and would die, or when I lived, they said but I would never recover or be able to walk again... so, it was explained as a miracle that I walk and live quite well. 

Ultimately,  my conclusion is that Mary was right in every bit of her hypothesis. It does not matter, understanding everything is just not obtainable and I would drive myself crazy trying to do such, so if I need to label some things as miracles so be it, and then continue on in faith until I actually know the thing. And until such time, I have Mary's opinions! 😀

you all are so intelligent

And as I was thinking about it, I remembered a time that Lucifer tries to get Jesus to rely on the power of his father to make things ok for him physically.  It was seen as a temptation and rebuked. But, I think something similar is going on with you all, cause I see it in my struggles. I use all of the time thinking and struggling to figure out how to mold my body they way I want when I could just ask Heavenly father, and that would seem wise,  but though I have no doubt he could do it. This is my body and I am supposed to be learning how to properly care for it. I just worry that it is becoming a stumbling block or obsession when I could be focusing on other things.

It comes back to that principle of intelligence where one is justly given that he deserves and if one deserved more it is because the achieved more. My blessing says that I was busy developing talents that I now possess, so I got to thinking, am I using my talents properly or burying them in the earth cause I don't have time to work on them right now cause I am working on stupid things like trying to be beautiful.

It is important to be beautiful, but what decides if something is beautiful?

So, to my children, I offer this bit of advice, focus on what matters. I know we are children of God, and as such, we need not struggle but, we totally can and should sometimes, but remember moderation!

I love you!

foster children

Yes, it is an odd thing to mention and even now, more thoughts are seeking mention, but I will refrain so that I can maintain my purpose in writing this.

Last night, I heard a comment about why parents fostered their children. Many of the reasons sounded good to me. I have been trying to understand the nature of our true spiritual existence In relation to God, and if we are asked to call him father so that we may better understand our relationship to him or if we are literally sons and daughters, as we have been taught...an honorable mention goes to Oðinn for being named "all father". It makes me think of how God has always loved us and tried to help us understand according to our comprehension, and that is why their are so many religions and yet only one truth.... ok, ok, so what is on my mind is that children need to be raised in a stricter environment,  one where a parent will love, but not as much as an actual giver of life. A foster parent can allow hardships to happen that a loving parent may not. Isn't this a whole lot like living by faith, away from "Heaven".

The cool thing about being raised in this way is that new familial bond can be built, and one learns what is essential all the while not associating hardship with home and love, both of which the child has access to at anytime. Ok, ok. Alarm is nagging me to cut this short. Think about it a bit. I would get so plain but this will have to suffice.

memories

Though my kids are no longer in childhood, as I was reading a memory recorded about an ancestor on family search, it reminded me of a recurring dream I had and still recall, though, it was from even before school years, I think I was 3 years old and had not learned much that one might see obvious symbolism. It was pure undefiled innocent, thoughts if that is what the reader decides that is what it was, but if my kids ever read this, they should know this story because it may have implications or influence as to what I did or became. OK, the dream that happened many times:

It had just rained and I was with my family in a huge, very bright, grassy meadow and instead of flowers, the grass was littered with these huge life saver candies, and we each had a bucket and were gathering them, but the buckets had the exact same diameter size as the large candies, and each bucket could hold about 3 or 4, so no more than that ought to be put in the bucket, so, upon having the same dream, I figured out that one ought to wander around and be chooses about which ones I put in my bucket. At first I just was afraid that they would disappear and so I ran and grabbed the first ones I saw. Additionally, there was a big well-defined rainbow 🌈  at the edge of the visible horizon.

That's it. But, I remember it cause it happened probably every night for about a week.

Most important thing

 The absolute most important thing, is that you recognize your inner compass and then point it in the right direction.

Mary, you seem t be doing very well with this. You recognize that you will live forever and as such must cling to those things that never die and "Charity NEVER faileth..." After our lesson this morning, you gave to another something they had no way to obtain themselves and in turn to your surprise they did the same back. You asked if it is charity if you trade. we decided that it was and I was so glad to explain how families work that way. If you read this, remember how you felt. THAT is so important. that is pure love and if a thing causes that feeling it is worthy.

The whole reason I even thought to write any of this is because I was thinking seriously about the interview I would have regarding my stewardships to each of you. I always think of that around Christmastime. Mostly, it is to ease my mind regarding finding the right gifts. I wonder what is the most important thing to teach you? is it reflected in my example? I want to be proud of the way that I acted in response to you, and as such I feel it most important to explain something of extreme importance:

It is important to figure things out in your mind, but do not rely on your thoughts for the truth. It is a lot like the internet. A great resource, but for every way it helps it also hinders. I have personally seen many very intelligent, mentally, reason themselves out of comprehending the truth.

It is also important to feel things with other senses. But that also can fail, which is why like, our divinely inspired form of government, comprehending truth has a third testimony or witness. It resounds in my head how in a tv show  a guy said that they loved to deal with those who base their morality on Supernatural things, cause they can be manipulated. I figure Satan will surely use that technique in the latter-days to cause otherwise "elect" individuals to fail and cause so much bad with the intent to do good. 

So we need to have an intellectual testimony to back us up and rely on, but will still need another witness, which I have heard referred to as the "testimony of the hand", which brings us full-circle back to Charity. 

The hand Does...There is a wonderful talk about a statue of Christ surviving a calamity, but loosing it's hand. The indigenous people kept the statue explaining that they were his hands. I love that. It is through serving others that we develop a third witness. It is easy to understand in the practice principle of tithing. You can reasonably explain the significance of paying tithing. Check the first verification of the mind, then my parents provide the best example of the supernatural testimony. it sort of blows the mind typically, but they swear that somehow if you give to God you will have everything you need even if it numerically doesnot add up. then, the third way is the testimony you gain by doing a thing. Sometimes thinking might not work, believing could be used to trick you if you only believe blindly, but if you do a thing, you will know that it is true. It is like taking a leap of faith and learning truth by doing.

Ok, enough lecturing for now. I love you all!

love,

Mom

On the radio...

I heard an ad, typical, huh? But, I wanted to record the thought it caused and the following occurrence.

Summed up I thought: it truly amazes me how little my husband knows of me and my children and seems not to care one bit. He likes to consider himself knowing and uneeding to inquire. I'm, just thought all men hate to ask directions. Anyhow, men derive worth by providing, so we all carefully ask for assistance and try not to correct him or tell him how unnecessary his contribution was when truly it is, I sincerely doubt he even is aware of what a single one of us wants or needs at any given time. Grumble, grumble... Followed by more thoughts comparing the way he ought to be relied upon to how we rely on Heavenly FATHER and how a large part of His worth comes from his supplying our needs, which requires omniscience.

Then, my daughter bounded in to ask me to look at her photo, which she took a long time doing. It is a photo of "Mew" arranged in a family.  I looked questionly. Ummm - she interrupted to tell me that she has overlapping because she likes to touch me, and the diamonds show the sex of the creature.  Finally, I got to ask, why are there only three in this family? It seemed wrong, but I listened instead of lectured. She explained that she didn't know how to make a dark, "Mew 2". Besides, dad is never here and even when he is here he is not paying attention to anything.

Well, he thinks himself above that and that in all actuality he does not need to and still knows and understands everything. But, this is wrong. I could probably never inquire about things, but it demonstrates that I care. Asking is as much for the person asked as for learning anything. I do not even care to know about Minecraft skills or Roblox kills but I ask and listen. Even if one wanted to know, they could find out such information. Knowing alone matters very little, asking does.

Also, we are asked to pray, but Nick treats you like an idiot for needing assistance to the point that I would not ask him even if I needed help.

I put such reverie in this journal for the kids because I am very seriously considering that I am only legally married to Nick, and I no longer desire my eternal companion but have not be released from that vow, and maybe I should. But, we are taught not to cancel a sealing until we are to get sealed to someone else.

I am a bit afraid, but I hate the whole pretense. It is merely for the children that I continue and hope. Cause if one has forever, perfection in any definition seems obtainable.

It is like accomplishing any great feat. It is done through little ones. Nick refuses to move into a new home when this one is miserable. Reminds me of the situation with his car. Or anything in our home. Until, it effects him, he does nothing. Apparently, he has a testimony, though, or else he would simply divorce me. We are not in love, I remember thinking maybe I would tell him that I love him on our honeymoon, but I have this terrible propensity for truth and I couldn't do it. But, upon considering it I start to think myself incapable of love, but I do feel a lot of love for my children. I would die for them, seriously. It feels like it right now when I had to get up from resting (after running and cleaning the fridge and oven) and come to the bathroom with Joseph, and ends up he did need more toilet paper so luckily I was there.

Found a gray hair..

Oh my Heck!!!

I was always commenting on the things I did that if my parents knew they would have a cow! Only now I am realizing they did know and loved me enough to trust me to overcome dangerous things.

On the flip-side of that. My two babies are so completely different from eachother that while one is allowed a certain ammount of freedom the other does things that she knows is wrong and figures somehow, from trying to coerce into good choices, if she says sorry whatever she did is acceptable. Ok. I allowed this cause well Christianity, right?

In a class on obedience a peer said that when one is obedient they are like a dog who is allowed to run without a leash. And that metaphor sums up my two at home. One is leashless and allowed to grow, the other pretends and acts ready but the moment a leash is removed, she runs away, but till now is sure to return saying sorry.