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Shame

shame

When I was growing up, I often felt shame. My mother was mentally ill and there was nothing you at all talking about. I carefully avoided anything that could reveal my mother's illness. It was an upbringing in shame and denial. I also felt a great debt. It felt somehow as if everything was my fault and that it was my responsibility to set things right.

At school, alcoholism could be wisdom. "Stina moved away from home. She did not stand out with her parents. Her father dropped. "I remember feeling fond of jealousy like Stina. It would have been so easy to just say that even parents were kidding. But no. Mental illness itself was never talked about. Yes, of course. I actually had a classmate in high school, Fredrik was his name. He told me that his parents were divorced because his mother was mentally ill. Only now at high school he had been told that he had not only a sister, but two more siblings whom no one had told. Fredrik's father had not been able to take care of all four children, without the two youngest he had left away and never told anything about Fredrik and his big sister. I felt terribly sorry for Fredrik and also felt a cohabitation. It was not only me in the whole universe who had a mentally ill parent.

My mother's mental illness made it among others in the fact that she could not clean up, but instead gathered and accumulated. She was not able to throw anything. When other friends took their buddies so I went alone. I could never bring home someone and I had nobody to talk to. When I was maybe twelve years old then expressed my mother very hard and clear to me that if I divulged a single word about how it looked in our home so I would be utkört. I remember the fear I felt. Where would I go? I had nowhere to take my refuge and I had no one at all to talk to.

My siblings were much older than me and them, I could not talk to. Everything was somehow under the lid. In stealth, I tried to clean up as much as I could. One summer I emptied my nephew and my parents' basement in secret. It was basically just rubbish we sorted out and threw the container. Unfortunately, it did not take long, it was just as much junk in the basement again.

When I moved away from home to 19 years old, it was such an incredible relief that I could finally stay somewhere where I could keep in order. I enjoyed being able to win friends and I made a decision to not feel guilty that I was no longer at home and cleaned my parents. Eventually I realized that I actually could do nothing. I freed myself from a lot of the responsibility that I put on myself to be responsible for my parents' lives.

There is an expression in Sweden that I really deny and that's the expression; "It's both pity and shame." It is so incredibly easy to blend these two concepts together. Taste these words yourself: SYND - SKAM.

When I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as I learned about sin. What is a shame really? According to our theology is a pity that of their own free will choose to disobey God's commandments or not to act righteously despite knowing the truth. James 4: 17 says:

He who thus knoweth to do good and doeth it not, he sins.

Sin is thus only about one thing; not following the will of God / the good that we know what is right or wrong. Sin is not about what other people do, it's not about making mistakes, though it was not intentional and it is definitely not about shame.

In our church, we have a wonderful theological doctrine that shields us from shame. Unlike all other Christian churches we believe is not for the original sin. Original Sin means that someone else has done wrong and we others can carry the sin and shame. How unfair is not it.

When I read the literature I'll take some of the thoughts of the förkättade original sin as completely poison the people's self-perception. You can find it in Baudelaire For Fleurs du mal as well as in Hawthornes The Scarlet Letter. We are born as sinners, we inherit the sins of others ... How false is not this doctrine! The truth is that we are born completely new and pure without sin and we do not inherit the sins of others.

Most recently I read Jean Paul Sartre's play The flies that just about guilt and freedom of action. Sartre was one of the 1900's greatest existentialists and he stressed that we as humans were free. We are, if condemned to freedom. It means that we do not inherit someone's sin, and it also means that we must take personal responsibility for our decisions. Unfortunately, it seems that Sartre considers that the fact that people can take their fate in their own hands also means that people can feel the anxiety and guilt.

Having the gospel in his life and truly discovering what the gospel means has led me to understand what sin is and I can distinguish between sin and guilt. I know I'm innocent of my parents' behavior, and I do not even charge them for their way of living. Mental illness is no sin in itself.

The gospel has really meant a lot in my life and one of the things is that I have because of the gospel has come to realize that I can not take responsibility for other people's decisions and way of life, but is responsible for my own decisions and the way we live and I do not need to feel guilty, but can let God take care of my negative feelings. All I have to do is start afresh and learn to listen to the Holy Spirit's promptings.

Of course, all this is a process. When I was 28 years and met my current husband, I felt a great shame to tell him about my parents, how my mother was and how it looked in my childhood home. It is only in his forties that I have come so far in my development that I no longer feel shame, but can distinguish between my life and my parents' lives and tell you about my upbringing.

A happy funeral

Fredrik

What do you think of when you hear the word funeral? My Swedish church experience is that it is a sad and final event. Grief, sadness and solemnity. My mother's funeral felt like a business association of humanists; no faith, no faith, nothing more than an impersonal priest who rattled off their lines and impersonal ritual mantra.

On Friday, so I attended a funeral of a dear brother in the church. He had for years suffered from Parkinson's disease and experienced the disease as a monster who had taken over his body. For his missing relatives were mixed with relief that his brother now had it good.

As I wrote in other blog posts, I love Mormon funerals. When I arrived at the chapel, I had with me three roses to lay on the coffin; one red, one white and one gammelrosagul. Although I do not actively spent time with family in private, I experienced Fredrik as a dear brother in the congregation.

The chapel was completely filled with people. I recognized a few people who are no longer active in the church, some people I had never seen before. Each of us was assigned a meeting sheet. What I noticed was a few quotes that stood in the meeting magazine: "There is no such thing as 'can not' " as well as "Should something be done as it should be done properly. "

Fredrik was a handy man and an unbearable optimist. It was evident when the various speakers personally spoke of Fredrik. An elderly man told funny anecdotes about their adventures along with Fredrik. Both were Norwegians so it was good to hear earthly Norwegians and stories about fishing trips. On a fishing trip, Fredrik had gently handed a hand, but still he got in and rubbed so that the gypsum loosened. They both had to get to Tärnaby for Fredrik to get a new plaster, and as the older brother expressed it, everyone in Tärnaby from the doctor to the doctor could gypsum. All the five children of Fredrik were also up and told about his dear father. They talked about his scarred hands used diligently when he had worked as carpenters, they talked about his persistence, his boldness to tell about the gospel and his eternal optimism - his ability to "think outside the box.

It was a meeting full of memories, smiles and a strong faith. Frederick was now with his parents his daughter who died of sudden infant death and her granddaughter who died in the ninth month. There is no sadness, just missing, but also a great joy that Frederick had met his savior Jesus Christ and that he had a good life.

When the speeches were over and all the great hymns - Yes, I must not forget that our bishop Fabrice played guitar and sang Frank Sinatra's "My Way"At the funeral. That song was Fredrik's special wishes - then the closest family gathered in front of the coffin and held each other. Then we all had to go to the coffin to say goodbye and put our flowers on the coffin. There was such a light, such a joy and such a gratitude throughout the funeral. It felt like a single great revival meeting, where the speakers not only spoke of Fredrik but also testified about God and Jesus Christ and how close we live to our deceased. They are with us, on the other side of the veil. The psalms that were singing were Be upon me every moment, Only one day a moment at a time, and O great God. It was a powerful meeting with the presence of the Spirit, and I am grateful that I could join.

After the funeral, wrote the eldest son in the family this on facebook:

Thanks for all the warmth and participation of this special day when we took leave of our beloved husband, father, relative and friend. We feel a regret, of course, but at the same time a great peace of mind knowing that Fredrik is where he should be now. He has certainly started the new major construction projects in our Father's loving kingdom and welcomes many cherished reunions! Thanks to many special year Dad and all the best - you will be missed!

... And then there came a helicopter

helicopter

Some time ago when I was talking to my little daughter Eila so she told me a story.

- Mom, it was a man who had fallen in the water. He prayed to God to be saved. A boat came by and wanted to pick up the man, but the man replied that he would be saved by God. And then there came a helicopter. They celebrated down a ladder and wanted to save the man. But the man refused to be rescued saying that he would be saved by God. In the end, the man drowned and he met God. The man asked accusingly God why God had not come to save him. God answered:

-First So I sent a boat, but you did not want to be picked up and then I sent a helicopter, but you did not want my help then either.

When Eila had told his story, I wondered in my own mind if it was I who had originally told this to her because it is one of my favorite stories. I believe that God is with each of us every second and I think that God in very acts by other people. It may mean that we ask for something, thinking about something, need help with something, and then it pops up a fellow human being who answers even prayers, thoughts or what you need help with. The person providing your answers to prayers do not need to be a member of the same church as you, or even believers. It might as well be a Christer Sturmark. God works through all people.

Last Sunday, I met an elderly female member of the Church. She actually belongs Utby Assembly, but because we belonging Frölunda parish now goes Utby ward when our chapel renovated so it happens quite often that we Frolunda Members encounter Utbymedlemmar. I myself have sometimes gone to their meeting times and sometimes I see some little utbybo going on our meeting times.

Anyway, I went to the elderly female member and regretted the sorrow when her former husband had recently gone away. We began to talk about her divorce and how her life had become when she suddenly told me that she had long wanted to talk to me. I was a little surprised, because we really do not know each other directly, but she is an older sister from the neighbors whom I have encountered a few times and changed a few words. But she said she had known that she would go to me saying that I had to move on to life. I just understood what she meant by her words and felt amazed at how God had just spoken to me through this sister.

Sometimes God also speaks to us through the scriptures. We, as members of the Church believe in personal revelation for our lives. Sometimes the revelation come when we read the scriptures. Just over a week ago, I was in the temple in Stockholm. In anticipation of a session, so I sat down in the temple's entrance vestibule, picked an outsourced Bible and began to read. Randomly I started reading in Luke. Then suddenly a scripture for me as I never have considered.

"Master! Tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me. " Jesus said to him, "Man, who made me the arbiter between you?"Then he said to them: "Make sure your guard against all kinds of greed for life is not about the abundance of possessions." (Luke 12: 13-15)

Since I am currently doing a probate and dread over it so it felt like a direct address from God.

When you are in the temple you always meet interesting people who you may never have met before and probably never meet again. Some of the best talks I have had during these meetings. In recent times, I have shouted a lot about my relationship with my former. man, my child's asperger diagnosis and my mother who was a skater. collector. Especially now that you are in a lifetime, I think so much later. Perhaps it was that God understood that I needed someone to just hug my thoughts in the temple, so I met a beautiful woman, we could call her "Karin", who was there as temple servant. It turned out that both she and I are separate and we started talking relationships. The first Karin says is that "it would have been so wonderful if you had met someone who could join an elder mission." I just felt "ouch" and told me that I just thought so. Otherwise, I think that both her and I have a good and active life.

When I came home from the temple so I sought Karin's fb friendship. It is not the first time I meet someone in the temple which I then become fb friends with. It was not long before it was a small request on fb from Karin if she could sleep over at my place in Gothenburg. She would be on the course outside Gothenburg and thought it would be expensive with the hotel. I wrote back on fb: "can you take cats?" I have three cats at home and it can cause problems for some. I was told that she had two cats and a dog.

So last night, I met Karin at the train. We ate dinner together and we all got to bed right so late. In the morning, I followed her where she would go to meet another classmate she could meet with. Yesterday when the course was over, we were trained again and went out before she would take the train home to Stockholm again. It always feels so nice to have an adult member in the church in his home. We could keep prayer together and it was not just me at home who was an adult. When we talked on, I was amazed at just how Karin and I were. A little trembling, I realized I thought it was a little bit difficult with my ex. Since I have put the children well in the center, I have let him come home to me on Christmas afternoon, Easter afternoon, for dinner in general, etc. Recently, it feels like exet more or less has moved into me and it feels less good. When I pick it up with the kids, they obviously think I'm really crazy because it's their daddy I'm talking about. I can also get this little crazy feeling of "how do I explain this" if I had to start dating again?

It turned out Karin is as weird. She also puts the children's needs at the center. Her children do not want to be with her dad, so their father will come home to them instead. He has no keys to their home. Just to be worse than me, Karin told her that she had gone on vacation together with her ex, the children and exet's new wife. She explained to me that her ex. Men's new wife is from China so she is very tolerant of her husband's former. Madam is always present.

Karin, like me, has a disabled person. Therefore, we began to talk about it and it turned out that Karin's sister's son also has aspergers. We started talking about disabilities in general and then Karin told about his relatives who are collectors. I had not even told her that my mom was a collector. When I was talking to Karin, I became more and more surprised at how much we had in common. When choosing a restaurant, Karin has Indian food as its favorite food like me. We drove off to Three Indies, which is perhaps Gothenburg's best Indian restaurant, but it turned out to be fully booked. Then I wondered if Karin liked vegetarian food. I myself am a vegetarian and in the church we are invited to only eat some meat, but it is a advice that not all members take. However, it was found that Karin does not eat much meat and that both her children are vegetarians. Then we continued through Haga to the restaurant Solrosen and ate our dinner there instead. Solrosen is an old cultural restaurant and perhaps the best vegetarian restaurant in town, except Govindas.

Today, when I write this, I feel so strongly the experience of God's presence in my life. Things that I plagued have answered God through fellow human beings and scriptures. I may not have received a response to what is right or wrong, or an action plan, but life feels much easier and I feel that whatever happens in my life there is always God there and sending a boat or a helicopter.

Send a card, letter or Christmas gift for Addie Fausett

Addie

Little Addie was a cute, loving, fresh little beauty. Suddenly, her muscles did not want to do what she wanted them to do. It was an impossible task to even hold a chalk or a spoon. Her loving words became mysterious when she tried to say things.

A diagnosis has not yet been found, but they know that her brain is shrinking and filled with fluid (diffuse atrophy) and this is what causes her loss of motor skills. If a Christmas wish was to be granted, it would be to help Addie and her family have a Christmas that will bring memories that are enough for life.

We have been told that we will lose ADDIE (age 6) mentality before physically. She will forget us and the things she knows. Every morning we pray that she has not forgotten us in his sleep. This will be Addie last Christmas. I ask all who send a Christmas card to send one to Addie. She has two sisters 7 Audree 10 Shayley.

Postcards, letters and packages can be sent tll:

ADDIE LYNN AND SISTERS
BOX 162
Fountain Green, UT
84632

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