Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Choices and Greatness

Dear Grace,
            I competed in a singing competition last weekend down at BYU, and guess what? I took third place in my division! Haha, okay, it wasn’t that big of a deal, I guess, but I did get thirty dollars out of it, and at least I placed! (Out of what I’m guessing was like the forty or something people in my division) And I also just felt like typing enthusiastically too, so blah. So a couple of things that have been on my mind as of late. I just finished a book from my college writing class (which Mrs. Gardner teaches) that really touched me.
The entire book is about making a difference in the world. Throughout the book an object is passed through the hands of great people throughout history, and on the object there is an inscription that is made reference to several times, By your hand, the people shall live. The book tells the stories of the people who received this object throughout history that saved hundreds or thousands of lives or changed the world in some way, and how their choices and decisions made all the difference. Famous people such as Schindler and Constantine, to less well-known people, such as Alfred Vanderbilt and George Washington Carver. At the very end of the book, we learn the full translation of the inscription, and I have to admit, I cried when I read it.
I copied it down and titled it from a quote in the book.

“Here now is your true inheritance…”

I made you different from the others.

On the planet earth, there has never been one like
you…and there never will be again.

Your spirit, your thoughts and feelings, your ability
to reason—all exist in no one else.

Your eyes are a masterpiece, incomparable, and
windows to a soul that is also uniquely yours

A single strand of your hair has been created especially
for you. Of the multitudes who have come before
you and the multitudes who may follow, not one of them
duplicates the formula with which I made you.

I made you different from the others.

The blood that flows through your veins flows through
the heart of one whom I have chosen. The rarities that make
you one of a kind, my child, are no mere accident or quirk
of fate.

I made you different in order that you might make a
difference.
You have been created with the ability to change the
world. Every single choice you make…every single action
you take…matters. But remember, the converse is also
true. Every choice you do not make…every action you do
not take…matters just as much!

Your actions cannot be hoarded, saved for later, or used
selectively. By your hand, millions of lives will be altered,
caught up in a chain of events begun by you this very day.
But the opposite is true as well. Millions of lives are also
altered, caught up in an entirely different chain of
events—if you choose to wait.

You possess the power of choice. Free will. You have
been given everything you need to act, but the choice is
yours alone. And beginning this very moment, you will
Choose wisely.

Now go, and never feel inadequate again. Do not
dwell in thoughts of insignificance or wander aimlessly,
lost, like a sheep.

You are powerful. You matter. And you have been found.

You are my choice.

                                             Your Father

This is going straight onto my wall, so I can read it every morning. The more I read and learn from Mrs. Gardner, the more I’m convinced that it was divine intervention that brought me to her this year. She saved me from myself, and my feelings of being inadequate and worthless. She is one of the most Christlike people I’ve ever met. She has been through so much in her life, everything of which amazes me, and because of those unbelievable trials she has gone through, she has become so loving and non-judgmental of people. When I look at her, I see how Christ can be so forgiving of sin, and so understanding of pain. He has been through everything we ever have and ever will go through, and so he knows exactly how we’re feeling, and what we’re struggling with, and so he doesn’t judge us. He only loves us and beckons us to come to higher ground. I think I will miss Mrs. Gardner most of all next year when I’m gone.
I will miss her laughs and her smiles and her ever-present kindness and love for those around her. I only pray that I will one day be more like her. She is the hero that I look up to.
Funny enough, after reading that book, we were assigned a public speaking assignment, where we had to write a speech based on a quote we were given at random. My quote was, There are no great men, only great challenges that ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet. – William F. Halsey

            And this is what I came up with.

            William Shakespeare wrote: “Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.” What is it that makes us great? What is it that we do or say in this life that makes others look to us? Is it hard work and sacrifice, is it our social standpoint, our courage, how much we accomplish? No.  What makes us great is what we are given, and what we choose to do with it.
            We often look at ourselves, and then look at the people in the world who have saved thousands of lives or made millions of dollars, or inspired people across the globe and wonder, how can I ever become as great as them? How can I ever hope to achieve what they did? In truth, we can’t look at what others have already done. We must return to what we have, and what we have the power to do. We are all ordinary, but we have the power to achieve greatness in the simplest of ways.
Edgar Watson Howe said: “A boy doesn't have to go to war to be a hero; he can say he doesn't like pie when he sees there isn't enough to go around.” We don’t have to rescue a family and their dog from a burning building or donate millions to charity to be great. A true hero does what he can, he doesn’t seek for glory or riches. A true hero gives his life over to something of greater importance in the world.
Not only do we achieve greatness by what we do, it is also in the trials that we overcome and how we respond to them. In the great things, such as those suffering through the horrors of war, or those languishing in the agonizing fight against cancer, to the simple things, such as making it through one more day of a terrible job, to bearing a simple injustice; we live each day, growing stronger in our pain and our adversity. It is the greatness inside of each, ordinary one of us, that blooms and grows in what we do each day, and what we choose to do. We are all ordinary, but we are all different. Andy Andrews wrote: I made you different in order that you might make a difference. You have been created with the ability to change the world. Every single choice you make…every single action you take…matters.
We are all different. Some of us are runners, and some of us are painters. Some of us are athletes, and some of us are writers. Some of us are doctors, and some of us are teachers. Some of us are leaders, and some of us are followers. What matters is not what we are good at. What matters is how we use our unique gifts to change the world, one small act at a time. We are not great. We are ordinary. What truly matters is what we do.

That’s all for today. I love you, and I miss you.
                                                                 Love Always,
                                                                                    Katie Jo

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I Believe

Dear Grace,
           I forgot to mention last time what a pain in the butt it is to type with a crippled finger! Holy crap, I never realized just how much I depend on my little pinkie to reach all those letters for me, haha. Fortunately I can bend the stupid thing pretty well now, so I can take the splint off for a while and type easier. So anyway, I know I just wrote yesterday, but I had some things on my mind today that I wanted to get down before I forgot them.
          So today during lunch, Andrea came and visited me! Gosh I love that girl. She just brings me to life when I'm around her. I noticed several people giving me weird looks because we were running around being crazy hooligans, and I've never been crazy or fun around anyone at school, so I guess they were just very surprised to see that side of me which I've never revealed before :). In any case it serves them right for judging a person for what they see on the surface, HAHA! How will I do without Andrea next year?
          After school, I came home and decided to go on a walk with Max. At first I only planned to go up along the trail above the house, but when I passed the trail that led up the hill, I couldn't resist climbing up the mountainside. Do you remember when we used to hike up that trail together? Every time I hike up there now, I think of you, and I regret not taking you up there the last time you asked me to. I feel terrible about it now, and I wish I could share with you the beauty and majesty of the view from the top of that hill again.
          Well anyway, I had a few thoughts come to me as I hiked up that hillside. I was thinking to myself, "Good crap this is a pain in the butt to hike up! I feel bad for those prophets in the olden days who had to hike to mountaintops to talk to God." (Because if you remember, mountaintops were the first temples). This thought came to me though; back then, it was very difficult to get to the temple because you had to hike to the tops of mountains to get there. Nowadays we don't have to go to mountaintops, but it's equally as hard to get to the temple in today's world, because we face extremes in challenges of morality. It's dastardly hard to get there, but it's always worth it in the end.
           When I reached the peak of the hill, I sat down on the grass and started listening to a song on my iPod called "Creation Calls--Are You Listening?". A breeze was blowing, and I closed my eyes and listened to the words, as though they were speaking to my soul.
I have felt the wind blow
Whispering your name
I have seen your tears fall
When I watch the rain
How Could I say there is no God?
When all around creation calls!
            And when I opened my eyes to look at the lake and the valley and the mountains all around me, the words sang, I Believe, I Believe, I Believe...
            I can't exactly explain what I felt as I sat there with those words ringing through me as I took in the glory and the magnificence of the world around me. I truly feel, how could anyone say there is no God? Everywhere I look there is something that He puts into my path for me to see. Just for me. The little birds chirping and singing on the feeder outside my window in the mornings. The beautiful sunrises sweeping across the sky I see every day on my way to school. The smile of a stranger, or a hello from a friend. A kind word from a loved one. It can't all just be a coincidence. It's far too complex and perfect for that. Anyone who believes otherwise is a fool.
            The last thing that occurred to me was something I've given a lot of thought about. I've always heard these stories about people who ask us to prove that God exists, and say that if they can't touch it, see it, or hear it, that it can't be real. I finally found something I can compare feeling God's presence to. How can you prove that love is real? You can't touch it, see it, hear it, taste it, or smell it. It is a feeling, only felt. And blaming love on hormones is just ludicrous. If love had everything to do with hormones, then people would be able to fall in love a lot more easily because they could be compatible with anyone. And then how could hormones explain the different kinds of love one feels, such as romantic love, brotherly or sisterly love, or the love found between close friends? No, love is a rare and beautiful thing, and it comes along very rarely in life. So how can you prove that you're in love with someone? You can't. You can only tell someone what you feel, and what you know in your heart to be true. It's exactly the same with feeling God's presence. It's something you feel inside that you can't prove to anyone.
              Well, I've said enough for now. I love you, Gracie Lou, and I miss you tons. Stay strong and always remember who you are (one of God's princesses ;) ).
                                                                         Love Always,
                                                                                         Katie Jo

P.S. Here's some dorky pictures of Andrea and me being spaz's together :)



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