It’s been a long walk in a dark tunnel. I’m hoping that I am starting to see light, but I can’t see anything outside of the tunnel yet. There has to be something, but I have no idea what it is. I have had to sit down on the dark tracks and rest a few times, but I feel like I am up and walking toward the light. Hopefully I can keep walking to the light and see what is waiting outside the tunnel.
Monthly Archives: April 2012
These type of screwdrivers always make me think of my uncle Rod. He was a mechanic and used to have a set like this. I think Dad did too, but for some reason they always make me think of Rod. I thought of this when I was cleaning out my tool box recently.
We went to dinner with some friends this weekend, and we talked about moving on and future plans. It made me think of timing, how things happen for a reason, and how everything in life has a shelf life. Things are right for us at certain times in our lives, but not everything works at the same time. Moving to Eagle Mountain seven years was the right move for us, but now it seems we might be moving on. If our house sells. Eagle Mountain has a shelf life. Jobs do. Callings do. Even friends. I think the point I thought about was that things wear out or stop being useful or no longer serve their purpose, but we shouldn’t expect everything to last forever. We should use what we have, and be comfortable with that fact that something may replace it in the future.
Today I rode with Mike Both at the Eagle Mountain bike park. I cleared the fifth table top on the middle jump line for the first time. We rode the Juniper trail, then connected to the new trail by the water tower. I made it up the steep wood feature for the first time, and Mike and I dropped it on the way back. We rode Juniper again, and decided to look at the rock jump that busted up my face almost three years ago. I haven’t done it since. Mike and I hit it today. We conquered the smokey monster.
Last night I took my boys and a friend and his son to the Jazz game. Thanks Mike Both for the tickets. We rode Trax from Sandy to The Delta Center, because I will not refer to it as the other name. We arrived early so we each got a green Jazz fleece blanket. The tickets include a hot dog and soda, so the kids were excited about that. My youngest sat on the aisle and held on to his seat for dear life because he thought he was going to fall. He relaxed when we moved him inside the row.
At halftime a lady on a high unicycle tossed bowls from her foot to her head. She started with one bowl, then increased from two to five bowls at one time. How do you practice for that? Unbelievable.
The Jazz were winning most of the game, and we were a little nervous as it went to overtime. Dirk Niwitzki was having a great game, and I was concerned he might seal the game for the Mavericks. Then we went to double overtime. Then triple overtime. The Jazz won 123-121, and it was a great game. I saw the kind of heart the Jazz lacked 10-15 years ago. Hopefully the team can build on that heart.
Thanks again Mike Both.
This was my Dad’s green toolbox that he had when I was a kid. My wife thinks it’s grey, but the paint is just faded. My Dad gave me the toolbox several years ago. It is sturdy and should last for several more years.
Today I went through my tools in the toolbox and removed duplicates and tools I don’t really use. This is what I now store in the toolbox. It feels good to purge and get rid of needless things.
I love Easter Sunday. I love to think about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ and his Atonement. I know that it was necessary for Jesus to atone for our sins and die on the cross, and that it was part of the plan from the foundation of the world. Jesus was not just a man, a great teacher, a prophet, or a fictitious character. He is the Son of God.
This is my favorite picture of the Resurrection.
I was late getting back from Lambert Park yesterday, so I missed most of the opening session of General Conference. I did catch President Henry B. Eyring’s talk, and I felt like it was written for me. President Eyring has always been one of my favorites. He quoted Spencer W. Kimball who asked the Lord to give him mountains to climb. He wanted to grow and be stretched in this life. Adversity gives us understanding and experience. Elder Eyring talked about Joseph Smith and his trials, and the response the Lord gave him in Liberty Jail. In Doctrine & Covenants 122:7 we read:
And if thou shouldst be cast into the apit, or into the hands of murderers, and the sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the bdeep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to chedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of dhell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give theeeexperience, and shall be for thy good.
President Eyring was the last speaker in the morning session. Once the session was over I went for a planned 24 mile ride with Kevin and his 10-year old son Ben. We started in Saratoga Springs and headed north on Redwood Road. At 12600 South we turned east and stopped at Beyond Glazed for a donut. On the way back the wind became fierce, and it blew Ben in to a parking lot. I looked back and could not see Kevin or Ben. Once the got back to the road I could tell something was wrong. Kevin got a flat tire when he followed Ben. Once we fixed the tire we decided to take the Jordan River trial to try and avoid the wind. It was mostly successful. We got back on Redwood Road and made our way toward Camp Williams. The wind become too much for Ben, so I rode ahead to get the truck. I pushed as hard as I could against the wind, and it was a long 5-6 mile endeavor. I ended up at 26 miles, and Kevin and Ben were over 20 miles, plus a mile on foot wearing biking shoes. I had never ridden anything close to 20 miles when I was Ben’s age. He has the potential to be a great rider as an adult if he sticks with it. He is a good kid.
As I was pushing for the truck, I reflected on President Eyring’s talk about climbing mountains. I realized the irony of my situation- I love to push myself on my bike or when I climb Mt. Timpanogos, but when it comes to spiritual and emotional struggles I prefer foothills to mountains. I am hoping that I am close to the top of my current spiritual mountain. It has been very difficult at times over the last two years, but just like the climb to the Mt. Timpanogos saddle, once you get to the top you find that it was worth the hike. There may be pain along the way, but it is always worth it. I hope I can keep that perspective as I continue to climb the remaining mountains of my life.
I rode at Lambert Park with Mike Both and Shawn Peck yesterday. Mike took this picture of me and what is left of Mr. Lambert’s house. After reading the marker at the house we headed up and hit the jumps on Wildcat. Mike and I had seen the Wildcat trail the week before be we didn’t ride it. Shawn told us about it so we rode up to check it out. As I passed the main jump I immediately knew that I had to do it. Six times. It was a great ride and I felt like my jumping and cornering were just about perfect. I am getting less nervous if I take a bad jump line in the air on a jump. I seem to know that it is not perfect, but I can still pull it out and ride away. Lambert Park is a great place to ride, and Mike and Shawn are great riding buddies.