Nauvoo!

At the end of July, I went to Nauvoo, Illinois with some of the other YSAs. What a cool opportunity! I'm so glad I got to go. I'll share some pictures, and I'll try to keep my writing to a minimum. I know I tend to be a bit verbose sometimes.

Me with a statue of the Prophet Joseph and his brother, Hyrum

This is the sister missionary who gave us our tour of Carthage Jail. Carthage was my favorite part of this trip. The Prophet Joseph was kept here unjustly with others who volunteered to stay with him. What a special and solemn place!

Me at the window of Joseph Smith's martyrdom. He was shot at from inside the jail and from without its walls as well.

An angry mob burst into the jail. That bullet hole is big enough to fit your index finger through. I think another bullet broke the lock as well.

The window that Joseph fell out of upon being shot by the mob.

Beautiful outside view of that window. I kept an acorn that fell from the tree that is right outside that window.

Angela, Dave, Alberto, Tim, and me at the Carthage Visitor's Center

Me, Jaclyn, and Lori on a covered wagon in Nauvoo. (Apparently I missed the sunglasses memo.)

A gorgeous shot of Nauvoo at sunset. This was on our way to the Nauvoo Pageant.

The Nauvoo Pageant--singing, dancing, and acting out stories of the early Saints.

Waiting for the Pageant to start

The Pageant with a backdrop of the Nauvoo Temple that was gradually built during the program. At the end, they lit up the real Nauvoo Temple in the background and we heard a recording of President Hinckley talking about the Nauvoo Temple facing west and the SLC Temple facing east. It's cool that the Nauvoo Temple faces west, the direction of the early Saints' journey to a home safe from angry mobs and unfair governments. The Salt Lake City temple faces the opposite direction--almost like it's observing the journey that was taken and everything that happened along the way. Now there are so many wonderful temples all around the world!

A statue of Hyrum and Joseph. I think it's of them as they were leaving Nauvoo for the last time--headed to Carthage where they would be martyred. I wish that I could go back in time and meet the wonderful people of Nauvoo!

(As a side note, I just love Hyrum! Like Nephi's brother Sam in the Book of Mormon, Hyrum was a faithful companion and a very righteous man.)

Here's the group in front of the Nauvoo Temple!

It is super pretty! It was rebuilt in 2002 on the same property as the original Nauvoo Temple. The original was destroyed by fire and a tornado after the Saints left Nauvoo.

We walked along the Trail of Hope--the trail taken by the Saints on their way to cross the Mississippi toward the west.

Along the trail, you can ready quotes in stone from the people of Nauvoo. Some tell of the freezing winter conditions that the Saints had to endure as they crossed the Mississippi.

In this picture on the Trail of Tears, you can see the Mississippi River. It would be interesting to be here in the winter when you could get a better feel for the conditions the Saints had to endure. This is absolutely beautiful, but I don't think they had the same July weather on their side when they left.

They had to leave the Temple they had worked so hard on.

Here's me--my first time being at the Mississippi.

The whole group in front of the Mississippi.

I'm grateful for the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was the first prophet of the latter-days, called to restore the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the earth in its fulness. He truly testified of Christ. He taught that Jesus Christ is the center of our faith, and that everything else is an appendage to that core belief. Joseph could not have made up the things that he taught--he was instructed by God and was given the authority act in His name. He was followed by many other wonderful prophets. Today the Lord's prophet is Thomas S. Monson, and I look forward to hearing from him at General Conference in October. In spite of the challenges that our world faces right now, there is a lot of good going on as well. I hope to contribute to that good. What a great time to live on the Earth!

License to Drive

Today I had to say good-bye to my Texas Driver License. I'm not trying to be one of those annoying Texas pride people, but I think you'd have to be a Texan to understand why it was sad to give it up. I still had my vertical 'under 21' license that Texas gives out when you're a minor. I think I still had a few good years left on that card. I wish I could have finagled a way to keep it as a memento.

Even though I was sad to let go of my Texas license, it's kind of exciting to get a new one for another state. I'm a Tennessee resident now with a Tennessee Driver License! Woohoo!

Proverbs

This blog has different purposes. It keeps me connected with people I care about, but it also acts as a journal and a chronicle of my life. Some things I write about are fun and light-hearted. Others are more reflective, thoughtful, or serious. Tonight I want to write a more thoughtful record of an experience I had at Church on Sunday.

Yesterday in Sunday School, we were discussing Proverbs and Ecclesiastes. One verse that we had a little bit of discussion on was Proverbs 27:17:
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. I like this verse because it reminds me about an important aspect of friendship. Friends should help each other become better than they are. We each have different strengths and weaknesses, and we can help our friends improve themselves and minimize weaknesses.

My friend Chantel helped me do just this. I'm not very good about sharing thoughts and ideas in Sunday School and Relief Society. I prefer to listen and not draw attention to myself. I also frequently feel like I don't have anything unique to say, and when I do have something to say, I generally put off saying something until it's too late and we've moved on in the lesson. I'm generally like this in school, too. Most of the time I'm quiet, unless I've really got something I want to say. Well, Tim (our teacher) asked for volunteers to interpret and talk about some specific proverbs he had written down. To my dismay, Chantel willingly offered MY services. Hoping that Tim didn't hear her volunteer me, my heart dropped as he started to hand one of his notecards to me. I took a couple of minutes while others took their turn to speak. When it was my turn, I'm not sure if my ideas were completely clear. Sometimes I don't explain things clearly because I've already thought them through in my own head and I forget to verbally connect all of the dots that I've made mentally. I also get nervous and a little flustered. Silly, I know, that I'm still this way, but I am. I think overall my thoughts made sense, and to be honest, I ended up being really happy that Chantel volunteered me. I know that it's important to be an active participant in class, and she was helping me do that, whether she recognized it or not. She was sharpening me like iron on iron--helping me to be better than I was before.

Since I'm already writing, I may as well share the proverb that I talked about as well as some thoughts on it. Proverbs 22:1--

A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.

Basically there are two things here that we're told are better than having riches: a good name and loving favour.

A good name: It's definitely better to focus on strengthening our character and keeping our integrity than it is to focus on becoming rich and attaining a lot of worldly possessions. This also reminds me of the covenant we make at baptism to "take upon you the name of Christ" (Mosiah 5:8). Taking a "good name" upon us--Christ's name--"is rather to be chosen than great riches". Like it says in Matthew 6, "Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and dust doth corrupt...But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven...For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." I want to make sure that my heart is in the right place.

Loving favour: I really like this part of the scripture. As I read it, the words of a hymn ( #140 Did You Think to Pray) pop into my mind.

Ere you left your room this morning,
Did you think to pray?
In the name of Christ, our Savior,
Did you sue for loving favor
As a shield today?

If we're choosing loving favour over silver and gold, we're choosing to seek for Heavenly Father's love and approval instead of the world's. We're trying to do what He would have us do rather than what the world thinks we should do or even what we want to do. Once we die, we don't take our temporal riches with us, but we do take the spiritual treasures with us that we have accumulated by staying close to the Lord and keeping His commandments.

I'm so glad for the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. It has had a profound and unmistakable influence in my life.

"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."

~C.S. Lewis

The South Speech Diet

Since coming to Nashville, I've noticed the presence of southern accents much more than I ever did growing up in Texas. Maybe I just wasn't looking for it then. People have asked me why I don't have one, and when I tell them why, I also mention that I wish I had one. Well...I think that wish is slowly coming to pass.

When people diet, they change the way they eat. I guess if you change the way you speak, you could call that a diet as well. I choose to call what I'm experiencing the South Speech Diet (not to be confused with South Beach, of course.) Instead of dropping a few pounds, you would drop a few words out of your speech. Instead of combining and condensing meals, you would combine and condense your words, creating a slur effect--a drawl. Instead of sneaking sugary sweets, you would sneak apostrophes in between random words.

I've noticed over the last few days that the way I speak has been affected by the people around me. A couple times words have come out of my mouth, and all I could think was, Did I really just say it that way? I wish I could remember what it was I said today at work that took me by surprise, but all I can remember is that it was something you would hear come out of a southerner's mouth. I remember feeling kind of happy about it as well as a little uncertain about these new changes in my speech.

Here are a few situations I've come across since coming here.

1) Nashville: I've heard it pronounced NashVILLE and NashVUL. I think the second way is indicative of someone who is a true southerner. I hope the day comes when I naturally say Nashvul.

2) Yesterday while assisting in a 4th grade class, the teacher, Mrs. Smith, praised a student for doing a good job on an informal assessment. Right afterward, another kid piped in earnestly, "I DONE GOOD, TOO!". As a teacher, maybe I should have been worried about this grammatical error, but instead I couldn't stop myself from smiling. It was so awesome. I made a mental note to write down that moment of happiness.

3) I have a cowgirl puppet that was given to me by my friend Amber. The puppet's name is Lou Etta, and she has a southern accent. When I told Randy about her, he laughed at the thought of me using a southern accent in a class full of children with the real deal. Would it be offensive to use her here? Would it seem like I'm making a mockery of the people here? Personally, I find the situation funny. I also can't stand the thought of making Lou Etta change her identity while we live here. :)

Lou Etta, keeping an eye on my students from her place on the bookshelf

4) Today I heard a student say those two special words-- "I ain't..."--and he said them with vehemence, too. "I could tell it was a regular part of his vocabulary. So classic...so wonderfully southern. I love it.


Well, that's all for now. I don't think you have to worry too much about me as I'm not an extreme South Speech dieter. I still sound mostly like me--my southern moments aren't extremely frequent yet. If there are any major developments with it, though, I'll be sure to keep you posted. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm fixin'na go somewhar...

East to Chattanooga

My friend Stephanie told me if I ever get lost and don't know how to get home, just follow the signs that say East to Chattanooga--just don't follow them all the way there. I've followed this advice several times now, and it's helped me find my way to familiar roads and exits. It's so exciting to say that I live in NASHVILLE now! I thought something as important as that should have its own blog post. Thanks to a persistent brother and sister, I was convinced to move out here where I had family, but no job, no car, and no friends. Now I've got a job and friends...still working on the car thing.

One of the great benefits of the Church is that anywhere you go, you can pretty much have instant friends. There are some fantastic people here, and I'm glad that I moved here (though the decision wasn't an easy one)! The YSAs (Young Single Adults) here are great, and the fun times I've had with them helped me get through the stinky job hunt.




I just got a job as an reading educational assistant at Roy Waldron School--an elementary school that is only a 3-4 minute drive from my house. I will be pulling out small groups of struggling readers to try and help them learn and catch up. I've already tested some of these kids--I had a couple of 3rd graders who struggled to read and understand even a 1st grade passage. I look forward to helping them!




Another great thing about being here is having family around. I live with my brother Randy and his family, while my sister Meredith lives about an hour away. It's been fun to spend time with both siblings and their families. Now half of my family lives here in the Nashville area!

Me and Mere:

Meredith is my only sister, and we're 15 years apart. Everyone agrees that she's Superwoman.


Here's a picture of the cute kids that live in the room next to mine:


My nephew Rowan is most often found toddling around in only his diaper. He actually calls me "JUH-nay" instead of the standard Nae-Nae or Nae. I sing a round to him that I really love, and now he loves it, too. My favorite thing he says is (and with a slight lisp), "JUH-nay...Ah San San". It translates to "Janae, I want A-Ram-Sam-Sam". He likes it even better when we dance to it. He also has quite the vocal range. He most often speaks in a high-pitched voice, but occasionally says something that is low enough to compete with the bass section of a choir. "DRAGON!" or "CRACKER!" are two things I've heard him say in a really low voice.

Mikayla is my niece, and she is just about to start Kindergarten Readiness at the primary school that feeds into the elementary school I work at. The other week I taught her how to find 'C' on the piano. She's pretty good about finding it in the different octaves. She wants to introduce me to everyone she knows and doesn't know. She also really loves her little dog, Alice. I, however, do not.

My sister-in-law Beth has been my professional fashion advisor and has taken me to several interviews. She says she'll be devastated someday when I move into my own place, but we'll see if she's still saying that when that time comes.

And Randy....well...


......I'm not quite sure what to do with him. :)

Me+Jack=LOVE

Most of you don't know this, but someone very special came into my life recently. Jack. During our first car ride together--yes, the very first--I knew that this was going to be a lasting relationship. LOVE! I've felt so lost several times in Nashville, but Jack is going to help me stay on track. He knows where we're headed, and he'll make sure to get us there in good time. I don't know what I've done without him all this time, but no matter. I've got him now, and as long as no one steals him away, we have a future together. I know when you get the chance to meet him, you'll just love him, too. Other feelings that describe how I've felt since Jack came into my life: Elation. Happiness. Security. So without further ado, let me introduce you...





...to Jack, my GPS.

Tender Mercy of the Day

As of late a painting that hangs in BYU's Museum of Art has frequented my mind. I have seen it in person several times--a painted depiction of a down-and-out man during the Great Depression era. As I was writing down my job hunt woes and comparing my feelings to this figure (Maynard Dixon's "Forgotten Man")....



....I got a phone call from a friend in my new ward, inviting me to go hear somebody's music at a venue in Nashville. It was such a simple thing, but it brought a smile to my face and it helped me focus on one of the very positive things that has come from moving here--the wonderful new people I've met. I also got a call from my sister-in-law, Kristin. After calling up all her sisters yesterday, she said she thought she should call me up too. I'm glad she did. Kristin has been a major blessing to the Stolle family since she became a part of it, and I hope she knows it.

Tender mercies, spoken of in the scriptures and well expounded upon by Elder David A. Bednar, are blessings from God that help us through our personal struggles. If you look for them, you will notice them in your life. We can all be a "tender mercy" in somebody's day--as Nicole and Kristin have unwittingly been in mine. So to them and everybody out there who picks up the phone just to give someone a friendly call, or who simply says a kind word or gives a smile or does a good deed, large or small--Thank you.


The Lord does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs.
--President Spencer W. Kimball