Thursday, December 30, 2010

Gamja

Korean Gamja-Tasty little potatoes that are soaked in soy sauce and drizzled in sesame oil :D

2-3 medium sized potatoes, onion, 2 cloves garlic, soy sauce, 1 tbs honey, 1 tbs sugar, half cup of water.

  1. Peel the potatoes, wash, and cut them into 1 inch dice and make 2 cups.
  2. Rinse the potato using colander in running water to remove starch.
  3. Cut half onion into bite sized pieces.
  4. Heat the pan and add 1-2 tbs olive oil and pour the potato into the pan.
  5. Add 2 cloves of minced garlic and sauté it until the potato look a little translucent, then add the onion and keep stirring it.
  6. Add half cup of water into the pan, 2 tbs – 2½ tbs soy sauce (depends on your taste), 1 tbs of sugar, 1 tbs of honey and mix it and simmer it over medium heat for about 10 minutes until the liquid is evaporated.Tip: Keep checking and stirring not to burn it and to cook evenly, if it needs more water, add some.
  7. When the potato is cooked, turn off the stove and add 1 tbs of sesame oil and sprinkle a pinch of sesame seeds.


The Great Storm

Alright, so maybe the title is a bit dramatic. But, it's the first winter storm that I've actually seen this winter. So, it is Great.

I woke up to at least 6 inches of snow. I had planned to go to the Temple, but when I tried to start my car, it wouldn't start. That is always a disconcerting feeling. So I checked the oil (which has been leaking) to find that it was empty. Fabulous. So I went inside, changed into some sensible clothes and started walking to the gas station (only a block and a half away). It was fun to be on an adventure....trudging through the slushy snow. The snow was in a state of half melting half freezing, so there was slush everywhere, and where there was no slush, there was water. There was water in the gutters, water flowing over the curb and onto the side walk. It was one blissful lake of slushy water.

Crossing the street proved to be the trickiest bit of business, for one could not get close to the curb without water splashing up to the ankles, let alone jump the puddle-lake. So splash and jump I tried. I got a little wet, and I pretended I was a pioneer.

When water and slush cover everything, you can't really tell where anything is. At one point on my great adventure, I mistook a gutter for the sidewalk. You can imagine the shock I received when icy water reached my lower calves and filled my boot. I laughed though. I was surprised that I laughed! This adventure was still fun.

I bought my oil and went home to fill my car.

And it still wouldn't start.

So I called a friend and begged a ride to work.

This morning I went out and tried to start my car. I was thinking that I might have to have it towed.

I placed the key in the ignition...

and turned it.

IT STARTED!

:D



Sunday, December 12, 2010

Can't sleep...

I'm sick right now....so I'll try write a coherent post today, so please bear with me. I'm not sure how I even got sick. It just happened overnight. One day I'm out going to a friend's concert and eating Korean food...the next morning: Migraine. Sore throat. Coughing.

And it's gotten worse from there.

Head pounding Migraine that not even peppermint oil can help...let alone 400mg of ibuprofen. Sore throat that makes you feel like you have strep. And coughing so hard it makes you double over. And you've downed 2 quarts of Orange Juice over the past 2 days.

On the positive side, maybe this is one of those 2 day colds and tomorrow I'll be fine? Even a 3 day cold would be okay. I like to call it the fast-track cold. Hits hard and fast, but doesn't linger. Now THAT is something to hope for.

I don't understand why my body could not have waited until NEXT weekend to feel this way. It would have been so much easier to take my finals before getting sick.

And someone in the apartment above us is playing "Santa Claus is coming to town" on the Saxophone. Unbelievable. If my head wasn't pounding I would applaud them. I'm torn between being upset and laughing.

Sorry. Trying not to be negative. What if I did laugh at it? I think the Sax is a horrible instrument, but, hearing that song on it makes it seem better.

I know there's a girl that plays guitar upstairs too. You can hear her playing at 1 in the morning. What a musical apartment!

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Well that post was entirely nonsense.

I wish my hometeachers would check their messages and come over and give me a priesthood blessing....

That will make a world of difference.


Sunday, December 5, 2010

Notwithstanding My Weakness

Today I read a talk by Elder Neal A. Maxwell that I feel I should post on this blog. If you read the post before this, you will notice a similar theme. There are a few people I know (including myself) that struggle with the feelings of inadequacies and weakness. It is true that many of us could do better in our personal lives, we could "Stand a little taller" as President Hinckley would say. We cold spend more time in the scriptures, more time serving, more...more...more... And yet, these same people are the most generous, the most gracious, the most Christlike people I know. They live the gospel and love the Lord with all their might, mind, heart and soul. How could they feel inadequate? I hope that by posting this talk some of those people realize that the Lord is "more concerned with growth than with geography", as Elder Maxwell so lovingly puts it. My prayer is exactly that.

I've also highlighted some of my favorite quotes for you...


Neal A. Maxwell, "Notwithstanding my weakness", Ensign, Nov. 1976, 12


First, my brothers and sisters, my gratitude to the prophet and his counselors for this call. To them, to Elder Richards and the members of the First Quorum of the Seventy I pledge that my little footnote on the page of the quorum’s history will read clearly that I wore out my life in helping to spread Jesus’ gospel and helping to regulate his church. To worthy predecessor presidents, my admiration. Thirty years ago President Dilworth Young ordained me a seventy, but only after extracting a promise that I would preach the gospel the rest of my life. His stern demeanor was such that I felt I’d been asked to jump off a tall building. I went over the side saluting. Now I salute that same selfless, sweet seventy, President Young, once again.

Now may I speak, not to the slackers in the Kingdom, but to those who carry their own load and more; not to those lulled into false security, but to those buffeted by false insecurity, who, though laboring devotedly in the Kingdom, have recurring feelings of falling forever short.

Earlier disciples who heard Jesus preach some exacting doctrines were also anxious and said, “Who then can be saved?” (Mark 10:26.)

The first thing to be said of this feeling of inadequacy is that it is normal. There is no way the Church can honestly describe where we must yet go and what we must yet do without creating a sense of immense distance. Following celestial road signs while in telestial traffic jams is not easy, especially when we are not just moving next door—or even across town.

In a Kingdom where perfection is an eventual expectation, each other’s needs for improvement have a way of being noticed. Perceptive Jethro had plenty of data to back up the crisp counsel he gave his son-in-law Moses. (See Ex. 18.) Even prophets notice their weaknesses. Nephi persisted in a major task “notwithstanding my weakness.” (2 Ne. 33:11.) Another Nephite prophet, Jacob, wrote candidly of his “over anxiety” for those with whom he was not certain he could communicate adequately. (Jacob 4:18.) Our present prophet has met those telling moments when he has felt as if he could not meet a challenge. Yet he did.

Thus the feelings of inadequacy are common. So are the feelings of fatigue; hence, the needed warning about our becoming weary of well-doing. (See D&C 64:33.)

The scriptural advice, “Do not run faster or labor more than you have strength” (D&C 10:4) suggests paced progress, much as God used seven creative periods in preparing man and this earth. There is a difference, therefore, between being “anxiously engaged” and being over-anxious and thus underengaged.

Some of us who would not chastise a neighbor for his frailties have a field day with our own. Some of us stand before no more harsh a judge than ourselves, a judge who stubbornly refuses to admit much happy evidence and who cares nothing for due process. Fortunately, the Lord loves us more than we love ourselves. A constructive critic truly cares for that which he criticizes, including himself, whereas self-pity is the most condescending form of pity; it soon cannibalizes all other concerns.

Brothers and sisters, the scriptures are like a developmental display window through which we can see gradual growth—along with this vital lesson: it is direction first, then velocity! Enoch’s unique people were improved “in process of time.” (Moses 7:21.) Jesus “received not of the fulness at first, but received grace for grace” (D&C 93:12) and even He grew and “increased in wisdom and stature” (Luke 2:52).

In the scriptural display window we see Lehi struggling as an anxious and “trembling parent.” (2 Ne. 1:14.) We see sibling rivalries but also deep friendships like that of David and Jonathan. We see that all conflict is not catastrophe. We view misunderstandings even in rich relationships like that of Paul and Barnabas. We see a prophet candidly reminding King Saul that there was a time when “thou wast little in thine own sight.” (1 Sam. 15:17.)

We see our near-perfect parents, Adam and Eve, coping with challenges in the first family, for their children, too, came trailing traits from their formative first estate.

We see a legalistic Paul, but later read his matchless sermon on charity. (See 1 Cor. 13.) We see a jailed John the Baptist—and there had been “no greater prophet” (Matt. 11:11)—needing reassurance (see Matt. 11:2–4). We see Peter walking briefly on water but requiring rescue from Jesus’ outstretched hand (see Matt. 14:25–31); later we see Peter stretching his strong hand to Tabitha after helping to restore her to life (see Acts 9:36–46).

Moroni was not the first underinformed leader to conclude that another leader was not doing enough. (See Alma 60.) Nor was Pahoran’s sweet, generous response to his “beloved brother” Moroni the last such that will be needed. (Alma 61.)

What can we do to manage these vexing feelings of inadequacy? Here are but a few suggestions:

  1. 1.

    We can distinguish more clearly between divine discontent and the devil’s dissonance, between dissatisfaction with self and disdain for self. We need the first and must shun the second, remembering that when conscience calls to us from the next ridge, it is not solely to scold but also to beckon.

  2. 2.

    We can contemplate how far we have already come in the climb along the pathway to perfection; it is usually much farther than we acknowledge. True, we are “unprofitable servants,” but partly because when “we have done that which was our duty to do” (Luke 17:10), with every ounce of such obedience comes a bushel of blessings.

  3. 3.

    We can accept help as well as gladly give it. Happily, General Naaman received honest but helpful feedback, not from fellow generals, but from his orderlies. (See 2 Kgs. 5:1–14.) In the economy of heaven, God does not send thunder if a still, small voice is enough, or a prophet if a priest can do the job.

  4. 4.

    We can allow for the agency of others (including our children) beforewe assess our adequacy. Often our deliberate best is less effectual because of someone else’s worst.

  5. 5.

    We can write down, and act upon, more of those accumulating resolutions for self-improvement that we so often leave, unrecovered, at the edge of sleep.

  6. 6.

    We can admit that if we were to die today, we would be genuinely and deeply missed. Perhaps parliaments would not praise us, but no human circle is so small that it does not touch another, and another.

  7. 7.

    We can put our hand to the plow, looking neither back nor around, comparatively. Our gifts and opportunities differ; some are more visible and impactful. The historian Moroni felt inadequate as a writer beside the mighty Mahonri Moriancumer, who wrote overpoweringly. We all have at least one gift and an open invitation to seek “earnestly the best gifts.” (D&C 46:8.)

  8. 8.

    We can make quiet but more honest inventories of our strengths, since, in this connection, most of us are dishonest bookkeepers and need confirming “outside auditors.” He who was thrust down in the first estate delights to have us put ourselves down. Self-contempt is of Satan; there is none of it in heaven. We should, of course, learn from our mistakes, but without forever studying the instant replays as if these were the game of life itself.

  9. 9.

    We can add to each other’s storehouse of self-esteem by giving deserved, specific commendation more often, remembering, too, that those who are breathless from going the second mile need deserved praise just as the fallen need to be lifted up.

  10. 10.

    We can also keep moving. Only the Lord can compare crosses, but all crosses are easier to carry when we keep moving. Men finally climbed Mount Everest, not by standing at its base in consuming awe, but by shouldering their packs and by placing one foot in front of another. Feet are made to move forward—not backward!

  11. 11.

    We can know that when we have truly given what we have, it is like paying a full tithe; it is, in that respect, all that was asked. The widow who cast in her two mites was neither self-conscious nor searching for mortal approval.

  12. 12.

    We can allow for the reality that God is more concerned with growth than with geography. Thus, those who marched in Zion’s Camp were not exploring the Missouri countryside but their own possibilities.

  13. 13.

    We can learn that at the center of our agency is our freedom to form a healthy attitude toward whatever circumstances we are placed in! Those, for instance, who stretch themselves in service—though laced with limiting diseases—are often the healthiest among us! The Spirit can drive the flesh beyond where the body first agrees to go!

  14. 14.

    Finally, we can accept this stunning, irrevocable truth: Our Lord can lift us from deep despair and cradle us midst any care. We cannot tell Him anything about aloneness or nearness!

Yes, brothers and sisters, this is a gospel of grand expectations, but God’s grace is sufficient for each of us. Discouragement is not the absence of adequacy but the absence of courage, and our personal progress should be yet another way we witness to the wonder of it all!

True, there are no instant Christians, but there are constant Christians!

If we so live, we too can say in personal prospectus, “And I soon go to the place of my rest, which is with my Redeemer; for … then shall I see his face with pleasure” (Enos 1:27; italics added) for then will our confidence“wax strong in the presence of God,” (D&C 121:45; italics added), and He who cannot lie will attest to our adequacy with the warm words “Well done.” I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.


Tuesday, November 30, 2010

On the Path

Today I was thinking about a few things...

Have you ever found yourself wondering if you are doing enough? Are you serving enough people? Are you reading your scriptures enough every day? Are you...Are you..Are you???

Bruce C. Hafen, who later became a member of the Seventy, wrote:

“Some Church members feel weighed down with discouragement about the circumstances of their personal lives, even when they are making sustained and admirable efforts. Frequently, these feelings of self-disappointment come not from wrongdoing, but from stresses and troubles for which we may not be fully to blame. The Atonement of Jesus Christ applies to these experiences because it applies to all of life. The Savior can wipe away all of our tears, after all we can do....

“The Savior’s atonement is ... the healing power not only for sin, but also for carelessness, inadequacy, and all mortal bitterness. The Atonement is not just for sinners” ( “Beauty for Ashes: The Atonement of Jesus Christ,” Ensign, Apr. 1990, 7 ).

And then here is a quote from Bruce R. McConkie...

"As members of the Church, if we chart a course leading to eternal life … and are going in the right direction … and, step by step and phase by phase, are perfecting our souls by overcoming the world, then it is absolutely guaranteed—there is no question whatever about it—we shall gain eternal life. …If we chart a course and follow it to the best of our ability in this life, then when we go out of this life we'll continue in exactly that same course" (Bruce R. McConkie, "Jesus Christ and Him Crucified," in 1976 Devotional Speeches of the Year [1977], 400–401).



Le'ts keep things in perspective!

Friday, November 26, 2010

Opening my heart

This week...this month...perhaps even this whole semester...I've been afraid.

Afraid....

of what?

What do I have to fear? A lot of things actually. Being alone, spiders, bugs, the dark, being alone, scary people with weapons...or not so scary people that still have weapons...getting mugged, being alone (did I say that I'm afraid of being alone?). I hate being alone.

But I think that there is something even worse than being afraid of being alone, or spiders..

And that is being afraid to trust.

I never thought that I was afraid to trust till just recently. Let's just say I've been doing some reflecting. And it isn't that I'm afraid to trust people-I trust people completely until they prove that they aren't trustworthy. But there is one thing that I am afraid to trust people with:

My heart.

I suppose it is my greatest treasure, my favorite color of crayon...

My inmost self.

It is the thing that is the easiest and the hardest thing to give people. What if they take it and trample it (or, taking the crayon analogy, melt it??)? Or what if it was handled gently and kindly? Would it be worth the risk of giving it, not knowing what would happen?

Trampled hearts hurt. A lot. I know because I've had that happen to me a few times(who hasn't?). And the next time someone comes along, and you think about opening up and giving your heart, you are just a little reluctant to give it.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately. And then I read a blog post today that made me think:

"Love. Let yourself love. You will never regret opening your heart when you realize it opens your life to the best this world has to give."-M'kynzi


I so needed to hear that today.

And here's a quote from Mark Twain:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Or in the words of Natasha Bedingfield:

Release your inhibition
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let in
Drench your life with words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten


I suppose it's time to remember that....living life with arms wide open, throwing off the bowlines and opening my heart.

At least I won't regret holding back.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Today

Today I woke up at 6am.

Today I packed my bags.

Today I went to class.

Today I went to work.

Today I drove 40 miles to the airport.

Today I made it through security at the airport without having to have any "thorough" searches made.

Today I met a girl names Karlie who want to become an English Teacher and goes to the university in the Valley. It's her first year away from home.

Today we are flying to Long Beach California.

So that Today I can go to DISNEYLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today is a GREAT day.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Trusting in Him

Tonight I had a revelation...I wrote in my last post that I would share something spiritual that I learned about my rotten tuesday. So, here it is...

I learned that I just need to keep trusting the Lord. He has promised me blessings, and promised that if I keep His commandments, I will be fine.

So why do I worry?

Because my natural woman can't stand not knowing what is going on...

Yet, I do know. I know that whatever happens, as long as I am doing everything that I can to deserve the blessings, He will keep His promises.

He always does.

So no more stressing :D

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Worse than a month of Mondays...

Today was hard.


Worse than a month of Mondays. And Monday hates me. Every week, at the same time, it's always the same. It's insane.

And today was my mid-term break down. Complete with bawling my eyes out to an Institute teacher, crying in the math lab and then taking my math test. I feel a little better now though. But my thoughts are incoherent. Completely. If you hadn't noticed. I think this post is a vent to get this incoherence out of me so I can function.

So I'm sitting on my couch wearing a new pair of boots listening to my roommate's rebellious rock music...and enjoying myself. When I don't want to think about things I listen to heavier music. Which is a little odd. But when I want to think I listen to classical. I usually do math homework to heavier music (before you think me a sinner, I consider Jonas Brothers as "heavy")..

Enough......rambling.....

Good night.

Tomorrow I will post a spiritual lesson that I learned from this frightful day.

I just have to read my scriptures to figure it out first.

Night.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Abide With Me, 'tis Eventide

Today has been one of those days. Well, Monday and Tuesday this week could be classified as "one of those days".

The long days.

The tiring days.

The days where no matter what you do, or no matter how many people you help, you still feel as if you have accomplished absolutely NOTHING. And it isn't that you feel like you have been idle, it's that empty feeling...the feeling that makes you cry yourself to sleep. I guess it is a lonely emptiness.

These are the days that "try men's souls" as Thomas Paine would have put it.

And I definitely feel that my soul is being tried.

So I climbed into bed tonight and returned to doing the basic things that President Uchtdorf asked us to do in General Conference....prayers, reading my scriptures and writing in my journal.

As I started to write I turned my iTunes on...and listened to my Sunday playlist of hymns. And the first one to come on describes exactly how I am feeling tonight.

Abide with me; 'tis eventide.

Abide with me; 'tis eventide,
The day is past and gone;
The shadows of the evening fall;
The night is coming on.
Within my heart a welcome guest,
Within my home abide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.

Abide with me; 'tis eventide,
And lone will be the night
If I cannot commune with thee,
Nor find in thee my light.
The darkness of the world, I fear,
Would in my home abide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.

Abide with me; 'tis eventide,
Thy walk today with me
Has made my heart within me burn,
As I communed with thee.
Thy earnest words have filled my soul
And kept me near thy side.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, 'tis eventide.

How can I ever live without Him walking by my side? Why have I ever tried? I have refused to take the burdens from my shoulders and place them on His. And I'm not entirely sure why. I suppose my independent nature has escaped my control-to the point where I am unable to see how important it is for me to release these burdens!

I cannot carry them alone.

The night is too dark to refuse any longer.

Only He....only He can carry them for me.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Loaves and Fishes

My Institute class this semester is the first half of the New Testament, the Gospels. It's wonderful to be able to dive into the Savior's words and parables, and take from them application for our lives.

Today we read about the feeding of the 5000 in Matthew 14:14-21:

15 ¶ And when it was evening, his disciples came to him, saying, This is a desert place, and the time is now past; send the multitude away, that they may go into the villages, and buy themselves victuals.
16 But Jesus said unto them, They need not depart; give ye them to eat.
17 And they say unto him, We have here but five loaves, and two fishes.
18 He said, Bring them hither to me.
19 And he commanded the multitude to sit down on the grass, and took the five loaves, and the two fishes, and looking up to heaven, he blessed, and brake, and gave the loaves to his disciples, and the disciples to the multitude.
20 And they did all eat, and were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets full.
21 And they that had eaten were about five thousand men, beside women and children.

It is a miracle that a child could retell to you without any hesitation. Yet it's meaning is so personal, so individual, even 2000 years later.

When I read this today I had a thought come to my mind. We are like the young boy who brought his 5 loaves and 2 fishes to the Savior. "Here are my loaves and fishes!" we say. "Here are my talents, my attributes, here are the things that I am working so hard on!". Perhaps it is trying to become a better missionary, a better friend, a more Christ-like individual or perhaps it is to serve in your calling as a Primary, Sunday School, or Relief Society teacher. We bring our loaves and fishes before him.

And what does he do?

He feeds 5000 with our meager supply.

He magnifies every effort that we make, every step in the right direction is a leap. With His aid, we are able to be better teachers, stronger friends, and more faithful disciples.

He takes our 5 loaves and 2 fishes and not only feeds the 5000, but fills 12 baskets with them afterwards.

If you bring all that you have, He will make it work. You may only be able to feed 1 person with your small loaves and fishes, but the Lord is able to take care of the rest-the 4,999.


I have been talking with someone lately about how hard it is sometimes to follow the Lord's plan when we don't know where that will take us. Sometimes He takes the wheel and guides us. Other times He gives us the directions and we drive, not knowing where we are, or where we are going till we get there.

The Lord could have told His disciples EXACTLY what He was going to do. Instead, He let them find the solution. He let them drive.

This is proof that He truly is the Master Teacher. For example, let me ask you a question. What would happen to our development if He always told us exactly what to do? Would we ever be able to grow?

I think about my life and how I have looked at not knowing what lies before me on the path. I regret that sometimes I have been upset, but I learned a long time ago that He is so much better at this than I am. I am grateful that He is leading me. I am grateful that He magnifies my little loaves and fishes. And I am just fine with following the path that He lays before me.

Am I afraid of the uncertainty?

No.

He has led me thus far! My life is wonderful. I have so many blessings. How would I ever be able to be afraid when He is the one leading and directing me?

Because I know in Whom I have put my trust.