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How to Find an LDS Meeting House While You Are Traveling

How to Find an LDS Meeting House While Traveling“Its seriously the smallest church building you’ve ever seen,” I say to Jess as she wrangles Cara’s dress over her head last Sunday morning.

“No way. Really? Are they even going to have a primary for the kids?” she asks.

“No idea,” I respond. “But I guess we’ll go find out.”

We arrive at the church building (aided by Google Navigation on my phone), and it is, indeed, the smallest LDS Meeting House Jess has ever seen. Most buildings are fairly large, with a good sized chapel for a congregation of 100 families to meet in. Rows of pews, a pulpit area with choir seats, 30 ft ceilings. Not ridiculously huge, but you know, spacious. There is usually even a gymnasium (hard wood floors for basketball and other activities), and classrooms around the perimeter of the chapel & gym.

This small building, in Apalachicola (app-a-latch-a-cola), Florida had preciously one larger meeting room (could be divided into thirds with curtains to make smaller classrooms) for the chapel, regular chairs, a movable pulpit, 1 small bathroom, and maybe 3 classrooms? Maybe? Rough count there were approximately 25 people in attendance, only 2 under the age of 20 and we’re pretty sure they were visiting grandchildren.

We loved it.

Arriving unannounced to a worship service 2000 miles from “home” and feeling completely at ease and in familiar surroundings is one of the blessings of being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The meetings are conducted the same, there’s always sacrament meeting, followed by Sunday School, then Priesthood/Relief Society. The same lessons are taught in every class all over the world. Its comforting, familiar, and helps us continue to worship and be strong in our faith in such a transitory life style.

Visitors Welcome Sign LDS Meeting House

Finding a nearby ward to attend is actually very easy, using some of the tools the LDS Church has produced and here’s a run down of how to do it:

To get started, visit lds.org/maps and click on Find a Meetinghouse. Enter an address, or even just the name of the town you are in.

The map will show locations of LDS meeting houses and other nearby buildings such as CES buildings and Family History Centers. Click on a location, and it will tell you which wards meet in the building, and what time their meetings start.

If you click on a location and you see information not related to a ward, click the ‘Other Units Here” link at the bottom of the popup box, and it will show you local meetings.

If you know your address, you can get driving directions (which will include a time estimate). As you are visiting a ward, you can really select any meeting location and time to fit your schedule. Meetings typically start anytime between 9 and 11, with times sometimes ranging from 8am to 2pm, depending on how many wards meet at that location. Choose a meeting time that works well with your schedule, and enjoy your worship!

This week for us? We’ll be attending the Gulf Breeze Ward, starting at 11. See you there.

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Enjoying the Moment of Rachel’s Baptism

photoEvery once in a while, some life event sneaks up on me and suddenly brings me to terms with my age. In September, my oldest daughter Rachel turned 8. I was suddenly reminded that yes, I was old enough and had been married long enough to have an 8 year old child.

Turning 8 is a special milestone in a Mormon’s life, as at the age of 8 you become eligible to be baptized.

Why 8? We believe that young children are unable to commit sin until they have matured enough to be personally responsible for the exercise of their agency. Being baptized is their choice, based on what we’ve taught them  and what they’ve learned from Christ’s life. Is 8 old enough to FULLY understand their choice? Perhaps not. Looking back to my own Baptism (also at 8) I’m satisfied that I knew enough to make the choice. I have certainly grown in my understanding of the Gospel of Christ since then, but I believe that 8 was old enough to make the decision to follow Christ.

In preparation for Rachel’s Baptism, she and I read The Book of Mormon cover to cover. Her reading ability was good enough to navigate scriptural text, and increased dramatically over the months we read together. We started a good 8 months before her birthday, but didn’t really get serious about it till just a few months before our goal. For the 2 months at the end, we were reading 6 pages each evening together. We made it with a few days to spare.

I read The Book of Mormon before I turned 8, and I was happy to share a similar experience with my own daughter. Though her understanding of the scriptures is basic, my own experience hints that the practice of scripture study will benefit from starting at such an early age.

They day of her Baptism was very special for me. Despite a little hectic here-and-there to get ready, it was a very peaceful day. In the LDS faith, every adult male is able to hold the Priesthood and participate in ordinances. Because of that, I was able to be the one to baptize Rachel. As I stepped into the water with Rachel, I was struck by the significance of the moment, and I wondered if I was going to be able to speak clearly enough to perform the ordinance.

I paused for a moment, found my voice, and performed the ordinance. I  gave my big (little!) Rachel a hug, and we climbed out of the water to get changed.

It was a great day, and I’m grateful for family that traveled so far to be with us. I’m grateful for our friends in Virginia that shared the experience with us. I’m grateful for the Gospel of Christ, eternal families, and the blessings of the Priesthood.

And most particularly, I’m grateful for My Rachel.

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Lousville Kentucky LDS TempleNote: This is a post I wrote back in August when we first picked up our Airstream from Illinois. At the time I didn’t feel like I wanted to share it, but now I feel like its an appropriate addition to our Sunday posts…

We are in Louisville, Kentucky. It’s hot. And humid. And ridiculously miserable. Ironically it’s been a well-planned and eventful day. We spent both the morning and the afternoon sightseeing (indoors and well air-conditioned), dinner went well and then we figured we had an hour or so until bed time and needed to go grocery shopping, so off we went. Right as we were pulling back up to the Airstream, the rain started. And then the lightning came. It isn’t just any lightning storm though. It is close, and LOUD, the kids are frightened, and when you are living in an aluminum trailer, lightning is a bit of a concern. So we unplugged from the camp electrical box, which means no air conditioning but we felt a little better about our chances of not getting struck by lightning. I suddenly feel trapped. By the humidity, by the rain, by our impossible situation. All I want is to go OUTSIDE, but its not safe.

I fall apart. I’m ready to throw in the towel and just go home. What on Earth have we gotten ourselves in to?

“And now as I said concerning faith—faith is not to have a perfect knowledge of things; therefore if ye have faith ye hope for things which are not seen, which are true.” – Alma 32:21

I have faith that my Heavenly Father has a plan for my life. I don’t know what it is but sometimes I’ll see glimpses. Maybe if I could just stretch around a corner my road would be laid out before me – straight and perfect. In reality though, my road is not straight. There are so many twists and turns that its difficult to see a distance at any given moment. Most of the time I take one step, then another, and when I reach the end of the light, I leap.

We just leapt. And I’m scared. And homesick. And I really have no idea how we are going to do this, but I KNOW, I know its exactly where the Lord wants us. That probably scares me the most because I don’t know why.

I believe that we are on this Earth to learn, to grow, feel pain, joy, sadness, happiness, and ultimately become perfected through Jesus Christ and return to live with Him forever. The only way for us to grow is to struggle, which by definition means to progress with difficulty.

There’s a story of a science project that tried to create the perfect environment. They created a bubble, and planted trees. No wind, no drought – just beautiful sun, rain, and good soil. All the trees became sick. Turns out that when there is wind, and drought, and bugs, the trees have to compensate. Their roots go down deep, they develop thick, strong bark, and they flourish in the face of opposition.

We are the same. In order to become perfected and ultimately like our Heavenly Father, we must face trials. Life is hard.  Sometimes what the Lord requires of us is difficult. Sometimes I just want to give up. It is in those moments that I cling to my faith. The peace, the calm, the sense of direction I felt when we made this decision were overwhelming. It felt so right.  That’s what I am going to hold on to when I don’t feel like I can do this.

When we are miles away from anyone we know, and the lightning is so close, the thunder so loud and it is so unbearably hot and humid that I think I am going to go crazy I know that this is our struggle. This is the test of our faith so the Lord will know that we are obedient and willing to give everything to Him if he asks.

As I curl up on the bed with my computer, my tears, and my deep-rooted faith, I hear my husband comforting our children in their little makeshift beds. He’s telling them stories from when we were dating to distract them from the intense cracking of the lightning and thunder so loud my ears ring. I hear them laugh, and for one small moment I am okay. I’m not doing this alone.

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Its Time to Live Your Dreams

My brother told me that we are “living our dream”. I had to sit a minute and contemplate exactly WHEN this became our dream. I promise we haven’t always had wanderlust. We bought a practical 2800 sq foot house in Lehi after college graduation. We loved putting in the yard, fixing up the storage room, getting to know the neighbors. The kids had dance class, soccer, gymnastics, pre-school then kindergarten and first grade. The goal was to make enough money to do the things we love – my photography business, Sam’s side projects, cycling, backpacking, camping with our family. We were normal. We had normal people dreams.

Then our dreams starting shifting. Perhaps it started last year on our 5 week adventure to Northern California. The time away seemed forever and we were both nervous. He had a 240 mile hike, I had to entertain the kids for two weeks, there was camping with the family, and living in small spaces. But surprisingly – we flourished. We blossomed as a family. We’d never been closer or happier. The kids loved it – I loved it. Our days were filled with finding new locations to explore, new playgrounds, new splash pads, new libraries. We’d go to Target hunting for clearance deals on play-doh and craft materials. Living outside our comfort zone was exciting. Listening to my kids sleep at night was intoxicating. I wanted them close. We were both more patient, more in tune to each other, more in tune to what our children needed. I was a better mother. He was a better father. Everything was exactly the opposite of what we expected.

And so, our dreams changed. Suddenly our house was too large with too many distractions. Our kids slept down the hallway and I couldn’t hear them at night. There was “stuff” everywhere. Meaningless emptiness that filled the corners of the place where we lived. We wanted something else. Something simpler. Something that removed the distractions, the everyday routine of sameness that filled us up and left little satisfaction.

Our dreams were refined and focused as we traveled from Utah to Virginia to house swap with a family. The house swap itself started out as the Grand Adventure. The National Mall, The Pentagon, The White House. These were words and phrases barely used in our west coast vocabulary but tossed around without a second thought by those living on the fringes of our nation’s capitol. How exciting to be where it all started. What history!

And then came Kickapoo. A seemingly insignificant, random state park between Nauvoo, Illinois and Dayton, Ohio that captivated us with its beauty, simplicity, and peace. So, we stayed. And worked. And rode. And played. And realized that this, this wandering, wasn’t broken and didn’t need fixing.

We love Virginia. The family we are/were exchanging with is amazing, we couldn’t have asked for a better house swapping experience. We just came to realize in a home exchange, you are still living in a house. Its not yours, but there’s still too much “stuff”. Too many distractions, too much space between you and what is really important. So we set about finding another way. A way to fulfill our refined dream of simplicity and closeness as a family.

And we did. We now own and live full time in  a 2008 Airstream International Signature Series 27FB with a truck to pull it. It is a little piece of heaven on Earth. Is it small? Yes. Is it hard to be with your family ALL the time and not drive each other crazy? Sometimes. Are there hobbies, friends, sports, and luxuries that we had to give up in order to do this? Most definitely. Is it worth it? Every. Single. Moment.

family eating breakfast in an Airstream

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Leaving the Known for the Unknown

We’ve been to Denver before. Denver is not new to us, in fact it was a little like coming home. Right now, if I could pick anywhere to live it would be there. I love it. I love the people, I love the landscape, I love the city. I love the outskirts of the city.

Turns out though – neither Sam or I have ever driven PAST Denver. Nope. Denver was the edge of the known universe. Up to the eastern city limit, we could recognize landmarks and have a general idea of what to expect. Past it and my brain had a hard time even visualizing what to expect. Is the middle of the country as flat as I think it is? What’s out there? Does it all look like…gulp… Nevada?

In some ways our journey really starts here near the edge of the Rocky Mountains. From here everything is new – we have to work together a little better to make sure things don’t go sideways. To make sure that we stick together as a family. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous.

We pull into a gas station in the middle of nowhere and I have a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Are we really going to do this??” I think to myself. I look out over the brown, desert Eastern Colorado landscape and just for a moment I am afraid. There are so many things that could go wrong, yet at the same time there are so many that could go right.

Once again we leave the known for the unknown. Time to take a deep breath and just drive.