Thursday, December 31, 2020

Ringing in the New Year!


Lessons 2020 taught me! 

 

If you are thankful, show it

 

If you love someone, tell them

 

If you are wrong, fess up

 

If you are confused, ask questions

 

If you learn something, teach others

 

If you are stuck, ask for help

 

If you made a mistake, apologize

 

If you trip, get back up

 

If someone needs help, help them

 

If you see wrong, take a stance

 

Hate no one, no matter how much they have wronged you

 

Live humbly, no matter how wealthy you become

 

Think positively, no matter how hard life is

 

Give much, even if you’ve been given little

 

Forgive all, especially yourself

 

And never stop praying for the best for everyone

 

Happy New Year! 


Con amor,

Vero

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

If I Could Rewind Time

There are times when I see a movie or read a book and thoughts come to my head about how I wish I could rewind time and start over. Here is a poem that spells the way I feel today. 

 

If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again 

 

If I had my child to raise all over again,

I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.

I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.

I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less and how to care more.

I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.

I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars. 

I’d do more hugging and less tugging.

I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often

I would be rim less often, and affirm much more.

I’d model less about the love and power, 

And more about the power of love. 

 

I don’t know who wrote those words but they speak to my soul and speaking about soul, I love the new movie by Pixer. If you have not watch soul, what are you waiting for? 

 

Con amor,

Vero

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

What kids want from parents

11 things Kids want from Parents:

 

1.    Showing is better than telling. I learn by watching you.

2.    Love me. Give me hugs and kisses. You can’t spoil me with those. 

3.    Kind and firm discipline. My brain is still developing and so I’m slow in learning. But I do want to learn, if you patiently and kindly teach me. 

4.    Be my safe- haven—Always be here for me no matter what

5.    Talk with me—Don’t just talk to me 

6.    Hear me—Sometimes I just want to be heard without judgement or lecture

7.    Accept who I am—Don’t constantly compare me with other kids

8.    Let me play outside a lot

9.    Give me food that is nutritious and yummy 

10.Trust me—Let me make my own decisions on non-safety or health related things. I couldn’t learn to walk without failing. I can’t learn to make good decisions without making bad ones. 

11.Encourage me—Your praise means so much to me 

 Once upon a time, I taught a parenting class to single moms. We would go over one by one sharing ideas of how to be better parents and in my case, a better grandparent. 


Con amor,

Vero

Monday, December 28, 2020

To my posterity

It was wonderful to see our children post on Social Media how they spent their Christmas. It’s magical, Cristi commented. 

 

For the record, I am writing expressly to my grandchildren: 

My granddaughters and grandsons, you are such a delight, such a joy, such  beautiful people.


The love I see in your eyes for me is so moving and rewarding and I hope you see and feel the infinite love I have for you.

Whatever you do wherever you go always know that I am always here in every way for you. 


For my beautiful grandchildren, I look at you today and saw the same beautiful eyes that looked at me with love when your mother was a baby.

It was not long ago that I held you in my arms long after you fell asleep and I just kept rocking you all night long.


I looked at you today and saw my grandchildren no longer babies but beautiful people with a full range of emotions and feelings and ideas and goals, big and small. Every day is exciting as I continue to watch you grow and I want you to always know that in good and in bad times I will love you.


No matter what you do or how you think or what you say you can depend on my support, guidance friendship and love every minute of every day I love being your grandmother. My love is with you everywhere you go.

 

Con amor,

Mami Vero 

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Sunday Sermon: What to do in times of Crisis

Today is the last day of the year. A year like no other. Here is a talk given a few years ago but still precedent today. 


Good afternoon, dear brothers and sisters. How blessed we have been during this conference. My first year as a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles has been most humbling. It has been a year of stretching, growth, and earnest, ever-present petitions to my Father in Heaven. I have felt the sustaining prayers of family, friends, and Church members all around the globe. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

 

 

I have also had the privilege of meeting with cherished friends, some from years past and many I have met recently. It was after a meeting with a dear friend that I have known and loved for many years that I felt impressed to prepare my remarks today.

 

 

When we met, my friend confided that he had been struggling. He felt he was experiencing, to use his words, a “crisis of faith” and sought my counsel. I felt grateful that he would share his feelings and concerns with me.

 

 

He expressed a great longing for what he had once felt spiritually and what he now thought he was losing. As he spoke, I listened carefully and prayed earnestly to know what the Lord would have me say.

 

 

My friend, like perhaps some of you, asked the question so poignantly phrased in the Primary song: “Heavenly Father, are you really there?”1 For those of you who may be asking this same question, I would like to share with you the counsel I would offer to my friend and hope that each of you may find your faith strengthened and your resolve renewed to be a committed disciple of Jesus Christ.

 

 

I begin by reminding you that you are a son or daughter of a loving Father in Heaven and that His love remains constant. I know that such reassuring feelings of love are difficult to recall when you are in the midst of personal struggles or trials, disappointments, or broken dreams.

 

 

Jesus Christ knows about fierce struggles and trials. He gave His life for us. His final hours were brutal, beyond anything we can even comprehend, but His sacrifice for each one of us was the ultimate expression of His pure love.

 

 

No mistake, sin, or choice will change God’s love for us. That does not mean sinful conduct is condoned, nor does it remove our obligation to repent when sins are committed. But do not forget, Heavenly Father knows and loves each of you, and He is always ready to help.

 

 

As I pondered my friend’s situation, my mind reflected on the great wisdom found in the Book of Mormon: “And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.”2

 

 

I testify that “the gulf of misery and endless wo” is a place no one wants to be. And my friend was feeling that he was on the edge.

 

 

When I have counseled individuals such as my friend, I have explored their decisions made over the years which led them to forget sacred experiences, to weaken, and to doubt. I encouraged them, as I encourage you now, to recall, especially in times of crisis, when you felt the Spirit and your testimony was strong; remember the spiritual foundations you have built. I promise that if you will do this, avoiding things that do not build and strengthen your testimony or that mock your beliefs, those precious times when your testimony prospered will return again to your memory through humble prayer and fasting. I assure you that you will once again feel the safety and warmth of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

 

 

Each of us must first strengthen ourselves spiritually and then strengthen those around us. Ponder the scriptures regularly, and remember the thoughts and feelings you experience as you read them. Seek other sources of truth as well, but heed this caution from the scriptures: “But to be learned is good if they hearken unto the counsels of God.”3 Attend Church meetings, especially sacrament meeting, and partake of the sacrament and renew covenants, including the promise to always remember the Savior, that His Spirit may ever be with you.

 

 

No matter what mistakes we have made or how imperfect we feel we are, we can always bless and lift others. Reaching out to them in Christlike service can help us feel the love of God deep within our hearts.

 

 

It is important to remember the powerful counsel found in Deuteronomy: “Keep thy soul diligently, lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen, and lest they depart from thy heart all the days of thy life: but teach them thy sons, and thy sons’ sons.”4

 

 

Generations are affected by the choices we make. Share your testimony with your family; encourage them to remember how they felt when they recognized the Spirit in their lives and to record those feelings in journals and personal histories so that their own words may, when needed, bring to their remembrance how good the Lord has been to them.

 

 

You will recall that Nephi and his brothers returned to Jerusalem to obtain the brass plates that contained the recorded history of their people, in part so that they would not forget their past.

 

 

Also, in the Book of Mormon, Helaman named his sons after their “first fathers” so they would not forget the goodness of the Lord:

 

“Behold, my sons, I desire that ye should remember to keep the commandments of God. … Behold, I have given unto you the names of our first parents who came out of the land of Jerusalem; and this I have done that when you remember your names ye may remember them; and when ye remember them ye may remember their works; and when ye remember their works ye may know how that it is said, and also written, that they were good.

“Therefore, my sons, I would that ye should do that which is good, that it may be said of you, and also written, even as it has been said and written of them.”5

 

Many today have the same tradition of naming their children after scriptural heroes or faithful ancestors as a way of encouraging them not to forget their heritage.

 

When I was born, I was given the name of Ronald A. Rasband. My last name honors my father’s ancestral line. The middle initial A was given to me to remind me to honor my mother’s Danish Anderson ancestry.

 

My great-great-grandfather Jens Anderson was from Denmark. And in 1861 the Lord led two Mormon missionaries to the Jens and Ane Cathrine Anderson home, where the missionaries introduced them and their 16-year-old son, Andrew, to the restored gospel. Thus began a legacy of faith of which my family and I are the beneficiaries. The Andersons read the Book of Mormon and were baptized a short time later. The following year, the Anderson family heeded the call of a prophet to cross the Atlantic to join the Saints in North America.

 

Sadly, Jens died on the ocean voyage, but his wife and son continued to the Salt Lake Valley, arriving on September 3, 1862. Despite their hardships and their heartaches, their faith never wavered, and neither has the faith of many of their descendants.

 

In my office hangs a painting6 that captures so beautifully a symbolic 

reminder of that first meeting between my ancestors and those dedicated early missionaries. I am determined not to forget my heritage, and because of my name I will forever remember their legacy of faithfulness and sacrifice.

Never forget, question, or ignore personal, sacred spiritual experiences. The adversary’s design is to distract us from spiritual witnesses, while the Lord’s desire is to enlighten and engage us in His work.

 

Let me share a personal example of this truth. I distinctly recall a time when I received a prompting in answer to mighty prayer. The answer was clear and powerful. However, I failed to act immediately on the prompting, and after a period of time I began to wonder if what I had felt had been real. Some of you may have fallen for that deception of the adversary as well.

 

Several days later, I awoke with these powerful verses of scripture in my mind:

 

“Verily, verily, I say unto you, if you desire a further witness, cast your mind upon the night that you cried unto me in your heart. …

 

 

“Did I not speak peace to your mind concerning the matter? What greater witness can you have than from God?”7

 

 

It was as if the Lord was saying, “Now, Ronald, I already told you what you needed to do. Now do it!” How grateful I was for that loving correction and direction! I was immediately comforted by the prompting and was able to move forward, knowing in my heart that my prayer had been answered.

 

I share this experience, dear brothers and sisters, to demonstrate how quickly our minds can forget and how spiritual experiences guide us. I have learned to cherish such moments “lest I forget.”

 

To my friend, and to all who wish to bolster their faith, I give you this promise: as you faithfully live the gospel of Jesus Christ and abide by its teachings, your testimony will be protected and it will grow. Keep the covenants you have made, regardless of the actions of those around you. Be diligent parents, brothers and sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and friends who strengthen loved ones with personal testimony and who share spiritual experiences. Remain faithful and steadfast, even if storms of doubt invade your lives through the actions of others. Seek that which will edify and fortify you spiritually. Avoid counterfeit offerings of so-called “truths” which are so pervasive, and remember to record your feelings of “love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, [and] temperance.”8

 

In the midst of life’s greatest storms, do not forget your divine heritage as a son or daughter of God or your eternal destiny to one day return to live with Him, which will surpass anything the world has to offer. Remember the tender and sweet words of Alma: “Behold, I say unto you, my brethren, if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?”9

 

To all who feel the need to have their faith fortified, I plead with you, do not forget! Please do not forget.

 

I bear witness that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. I know he saw and talked with God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, just as he recorded in his own words. How grateful I am that he did not forget to write of that experience, that we may all know of his testimony.

 

I bear my solemn witness of the Lord Jesus Christ. He lives; I know He lives and stands at the head of this Church. These things I know for myself, independent of any other voice or witness, and I pray that you and I will never forget sacred eternal truths—first and foremost that we are sons and daughters of living and loving Heavenly Parents, who desire only our eternal happiness. Of these truths I testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

 

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Choose Love


Find someone who isn’t afraid to admit that they miss you. Someone who knows that you’re not perfect, but treats you as if you are. Someone whose biggest fear is losing you. One who gives their heart completely. Someone who says I love you and means it. Last but not the least, find someone who wouldn’t mind waking up with you each morning, seeing your wrinkles and your gray hair but still falls in love with you all over again.” Unknown 

 

Today my nephew I once knew as Alexito got married in San Salvador. It must have been such an amazing moment for my sister Liz and brother-in-law Eric to witness their first son getting married. Lucky for Alex and his beautiful bride Gaby, that both sets of parents are still together and were present to enjoy the moment. They are a great example to their children. They kept their promise and that is something to celebrate in this day and age. Good for them! I love weddings. I love attending their ceremonies. There is such an amazing surreal feeling when two people promise each other endless love.

 

I can only picture in my head their eyes sparkling, so happy and in love. It’s clear how they only see the good in each other. How great it would be if couples could find a way to always remember how in love they were with one another on their wedding day and then hold on to those feelings for each other all the years of their marriage. Wouldn’t it be amazing to be able to somehow bottle that feeling and keep it sacred so it never gets lost?

 

Bianca wrote a cute song "Feel the love again" about how in marriage everyone starts out so happy and in love with that twinkle in their eye. Then as time goes on he forgets to put the cap on the toothpaste and it gets all over the bathroom mirror which annoys her. Couples start to see all the negative in each other instead of seeing only the positive the way they did when they first fell in love and decided to get married. Without even realizing it, they can let the love they once had for each other get taken for granted and start to disappear. That is what happens to so many of us. She also wrote a song entitled "promise" eluding to the fact that when you marry, you make a promise that should never be broken. 

 

I believe that in those two songs is the secret of what makes a good marriage. In one it tells you to see the best in the other person and to not be critical because that is how it all starts and on the other, it tells you of that promise you make when you get married to be there for the other person and to not ever break your promise or temple covenants as Latter-day Saints who marry for time and eternity.

I remember a time when my marriage was dying how I would display our one and only wedding photo for Brad to see because I wanted so bad to go back in time and  freeze that moment when we only saw the good in each other. Those wedding pictures, which incidentally, we only had a few thanks to an uncle who supposedly was going to be our photographer but never developed a single photo. This was of course back in those days when if you were out of film, you were out of luck, and he had no film in his camera. We didn’t have good photos to say the least except for one. 


Those memories are the perfect reminders of the love that was once there. In my home today, I have an enormous painting of our hands opening the temple door, this is a reminder of that special day for us. People comment on the beautiful picture adorning our living room wall. I suppose that is why so many of my friends filled their walls with photos of their wedding day. People want to always look back at those pictures and remember that special day when they had the ability to only see the good in each other. 

 

Today take the time to look at the photos from your own wedding (if you are married). Notice the twinkle in your eyes and the smiles you gave each other. Then go hug your sweetheart and focus on only seeing the good and like Bianca's song would you please fall in love all over again?  We all can do that if we choose! 

 

Con amor,

Vero

Friday, December 25, 2020

The White Stocking

Adapted by Carolyn Cox 

`Twas the night before Christmas as I walked through the house,

 Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

 The presents had been wrapped and placed under the tree,

 I paused, tired, excited, and then giggled with glee.

 the stockings were hanging and were beautifully filled,

 No one had been forgotten, it was such a thrill.

 As I looked at the scene with the stockings on the ledge

 I noticed one empty, the one on the edge.

 Where's the Spirit of Christmas , What have I done?

 The children's stockings are full, except for this one.

 It was the stocking intended for the child of Bethlehem.

 The white stocking for Jesus that was hung up by them.

 Of all the people at Christmas, that might be forgotten

 How could I not remember the Fathers Only Begotten?

 Only He had been left out of the festivities,

 As we planned and prepared all, for our families.

 As I pondered, I realized this just was not right!

 It was His birth that was being celebrated, after this night.

 I resolved then and there to remember The Lord,

 And quickly made changes that were easy to afford.

 I hung the white stocking in a special place in our home,

 And corrected the atmosphere to provide a more spiritual tone.

 On Christmas morning I gathered the family together,

And each of us wrote on a special piece of paper.

 We gave Jesus a gift which we placed in the stocking,

 A sincere change of heart, not there for the mocking.

 The white stocking hung in our home as a symbol for us,

 Of the true meaning of Christmas , the Savior, The Lord Jesus.

 So place your white stocking and hang it with pride,

 Remember the Savior, put his gift inside.

Thursday, December 24, 2020

"Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,

Not a creature was stirring, Caramba! Que pasa?

The stockings were hanging with mucho cuidado,

In hopes that Saint Santa would feel obligado

To bring all the niños, both Buenos and malos

A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.

Los niños were snuggled all safe in their camas,

Some in vestidos and some in pijamas.

Their little cabezas were full of good things;

All esperando lo que Santa would bring…

When out in the calle there arose such a grito,

I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.

I ran to the window to look out afuera,

And who in the world do you think that it era?

St. Nick and many trucks with coca-cola letreros

Came dashing along like crazy bomberos!

And pulling his sleigh, instead of venados,

Were eight little horses, approaching volados.

I watch as they came, and this quaint little hombre

Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre.

Now, Daniel, Now, Herni! Now, Pablo, Now, Andy!

On, Ale! On, Brooks! On, Joseph! On, Gaby!

Then standing erect with his hand on his pecho,

He flew to the top of our very own techo.

With his round little belly like a bowl of jalea,

He struggled to squeeze down our old chimenea.

Then huffing and puffing, at last in our sala,

With soot smear all over his red suit de gala,

He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos,

For none of the niños who had been muy malos.

Then chuckling aloud, seeming very content,

He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento.

And heard him exclaim and this is the verdad

Merry Christmas to all! Feliz navidad!

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

In Sheherd's Fild

As I thought about the place where the Savior was born, I began to understand His role as the Shepherd of mankind. While attending Brigham Young University, I studied in Jerusalem with approximately 170 students during the fall of 1998. As the Christmas season approached, we began to focus our studies and field trips around the birth of the Savior.

 It was cool and windy the evening that 40 of us pulled up to our last and most anticipated stop for the day. Tradition held that Shepherds’ Field, located just outside of Bethlehem, was the place where the ancient shepherds sat watching sheep on the night of the Savior’s birth, never anticipating what would soon be proclaimed to them.

 The field was nothing like I had imagined. I saw a terraced hill with hardly any greenery. We walked down a rocky path, and each of us found a quiet place to sit and write in our journals. I finally found a large rock to sit on. It was cold, uncomfortable, and surrounded by thorns.

 When we were told we would be able to see the local shepherds and their sheep, I wasn’t prepared to see children in rags. But even though they were dressed in worn, secondhand clothing, their eyes were bright. Open-palmed, they approached our group’s chaperone. After asking the children their names, she gave each one a few shekels. One of the children carried a newborn lamb. He approached me and offered to let me hold it. As I took the warm baby lamb in my arms, I began to see the situation differently.

 The Savior knew about the life of a shepherd. He knew about the cold nights, rocky trails, and danger of thieves and predators. He knew shepherds sometimes held the baby lambs in their arms, standing watch while waiting for the darkness to pass.

 While the Wise Men were able to bring the Christ child gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, the shepherds could offer little in the way of material gifts. Their sacrifice was simply in coming to offer humble hearts and joyful spirits in partaking in the celebration of their infant Lord.

 The Savior has brought the gift of joy to our cold and dreary world. He has promised to stand watch through the long, dark night, despite the terrors and hardships this life can bring. He knows us, His sheep. He is our Shepherd. That night, for the first time, I began to understand the promise in the gift of our Savior. They Came with Haste

 President Thomas S. Monson 

“Did these shepherds, personally invited to undertake a search for the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger, concern themselves with the security of their possessions? Did they procrastinate their search for Christ? The record affirms that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go even unto Bethlehem. … And they came with haste” (Luke 2:15–16; emphasis added).

 

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

The Camel Had Wondered

Our family has always enjoyed a Christmas tradition of setting out a ceramic Nativity scene—complete with Wise Men, camels, shepherds, sheep, and, of course, Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus. Each season the Nativity scene was the same.

 One year when my children were young, I carefully unwrapped each piece and set them up to represent the first Christmas. The children gathered around to watch. We talked about the birth of Jesus and the visit of the shepherds and the Wise Men. Then I cautioned the children, as always, not to touch the pieces, explaining that they were fragile and easy to break.

 This year, however, the temptation was too great for my two-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. The day we set up the Nativity scene, I noticed several times, with some irritation, that a camel had wandered from its appointed place or a sheep had strayed from the watchful care of the shepherd. Each time, I returned the piece to its rightful place, then tracked down the culprit and admonished her to leave things alone.

 The next morning, Elizabeth awoke and went downstairs before I did. When I walked into the living room, I noticed right away that the manger scene had been disturbed again. All the pieces were clumped together in a mass, as tightly as they could be fitted together.

 Impatiently, I stepped forward to put things right; but I stopped short as I realized that some thought had gone into this new arrangement. All twenty-three figures were grouped in a circle, facing inward, pushed together as if to get the best view possible of the figure resting in the center of them all—the baby Jesus.

 The Spirit touched my soul as I pondered the insight of a two-year-old. Certainly, Christ should be the center of our holiday celebrations. If we all could draw in around our Savior—not only during the Christmas season, but during each day—what a better perspective we would have. The love he offers to each of us would be easily shared with others who have not ventured so close.

 I left the Nativity scene arranged according to Elizabeth’s design that year. It served as a simple reminder during the rest of the season of what Christmas is all about.

Monday, December 21, 2020

How Santa Came to Be

 ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

And goes the story about Christmas Eve,

And the jolly old man in whom we believe.

 

Have you even wondered how Santa came to be

So important to Christmas for you and for me?

Well, it all began a long time ago.

It was the night before Christmas, the earth was filled with snow.

 

The Townsfolk prepared their feast and festivity

But not a soul remembered the Savior’s nativity

All had forgotten in the final rush

How to make Christ’s birthday remembered to us.

 

The king of the Land, could not understand

How the true meaning of it all, was not recalled.

Something had to be done, to remember God’s son,

The people could not forget, their everlasting debt.

 

So the kingdom was searched for the most excellent plan

That would help us remember God’s gift to man.

Then an old fellow named Santa, who was so jolly and bright

Came up with the best plan that was offered that night. 

 

He said, “send a fellow each year at this time,

Who would help people be happy and comfort their minds.

He could help them remember that God loves us so

By bringing presents to both friend and foe.

 

“He would show by example that true love and joy

Come only when shared with each girl and each boy.”

It was decided that Santa’s plan would be just right,

And Santa was asked to play the part that very first night.

 

So from that Christmas night and down to today,

When one hears the bells jingling and sees the big sleigh

We know it is Santa up above

To remind the world of Jesus’ eternal love.

 

On this night before Christmas when you hear Santa come

Remember he’s doing it for the love of God’s son.

Remember that he teaches, as did Christ of old

That to give of one’s self is more precious than gold.