Sunday, November 22, 2015


They say you don’t truly understand a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. I now understand that phrase a bit better! My Dad and I have been close friends all my life - too similar at times (my mom would say) but apparently I didn’t understand him until I tried to walk a mile in his impossibly large shoes!

There are some things about Dad that I’ve come to understand and then there are other things that I will never understand!

A few things I’ve come to understand:
1-You can never shut off your farm brain. The farm will be on your mind CONSTANTLY. It doesn’t matter if it’s the 15th of November at 9pm and everyone has been at home for hours. You may have a great idea or think of things that need to be done at some future date. You make wake up in the middle of the night with a great idea. It’s so very hard to shut off your farm brain!

2-I now understand how a human can spend so much time on the phone. I think I spent 70 hours talking on the phone one months (while driving and doing other things of course). People call day and night, vacation and dinner time. I didn’t understand (until now) how you could spend so much time on the phone while on vacation. But now I realize that being on the phone is the thing that allows you to be able to go on vacation at all!

3-The office will never stay perfectly clean. Before Dad left, i used to think I would keep the office perfectly clean and organized. That lasted…about a day! The mail comes, people bring papers, you go to meetings, you run to fight fires, you think you’ll have time to file, you make a pile to do later etc, etc…. And as hard as you try, the office is never perfectly clean.

4-Notebooks. Dad probably has 10 notebooks at a time in various places around the house and vehicles. “I’ll have one notebook,” I said. Nope. You have one notebook for one thing. You leave a notebook in the truck and someone takes your truck. It’s 3am and there’s another notebook closer to you. There’s an old notebook with something you need. I’ve turned into my father - I understand the notebooks!!!

5-The house is your office. It used to drive me nuts when Dad would leave farm stuff all over the living room and kitchen and laundry room and truck and basement etc… Now, the house is my office. I want space for my projects. I want to spread out and see what i’m doing. I want a pile for this and a pile for that and room to see what I’m doing. I want a fresh environment every once in a while. I move things to talk to an employee in the laundry room or have a meeting in the kitchen. I work while I eat or cook dinner. And before I know it, my stuff is all over the living room, kitchen, laundry room, truck, and basement.

6-It’s not a short attention span it’s a million tiny tasks. We would always razz Dad about having ADD because he would start a project and then take a phone call or go to the door or move to a new project or change rooms etc… You have to! People call. Problems come up. You think of something that has to be done more than the thing you are currently doing. You think of something that has to go on a list before you forget it. And then sometimes you do just get antsy and need a new environment. I can’t believe it…I even understand the need for farm ADD.


A few things I’ll never understand:
1-How to function WELL on limited to no sleep. Dad is AMAZING. He can get a few hours of sleep in harvest and go go go. He wakes up in the middle of the night and studies his scriptures, reads a talk, plans some of the farm etc… and then is ready to go the next day. I’ll never know how he does it!

2-Full Sundays. How did dad have meetings at 5am on Sunday and not fall asleep? How did he sit for hours at a time on the stand and keep his eyes open at times? How did he have interview after interview and stay coherent? Incredible!

3-How to shrug off the stress and the drama. How does he do it? Somehow he has a barrier that only lets in the tiniest bit of stress and drama. Everything else is deflected off his amazing shield of (I don’t even know). He probably has an amazing converter inside his body that changes any amount of stress to energy so he can run faster and harder (literally run…into Walmart, or the parts store, or anywhere…) And when I find that converter…watch out world!

4-How to be a good spouse, parent, son, church leader, farmer, board member, good neighbor, friend, etc…at the same time! I’m amazed every day at the hats that Dad wore when he was here (and all the hats he continually wears) and the way he was able to fulfill his responsibilities cheerfully and with purpose. He was always trying to improve in each area and focus on the people. Some day I pray that I’ll be half the human that he is today!





Love you Daddy!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

The 26th Year

What an adventure this 26th year of my life has been! I love to reflect at the end of seasons or milestones and it's been wonderful to reflect on this past year. I'm so grateful for all the experiences, trials, adventures, changes, and people that have made this year so rich. I'm especially grateful for all the support. I look forward to what the next year holds.

                                                         A little summary of the year:


Sunday, May 17, 2015

Real Farming

The first few weeks of real farming have been like the first few weeks of junior high track. Exciting. Character building. Challenging to the point of soreness. I hope that just like Jr high track, I'll do more, I'll get in the groove, I'll get used to everything and it will be a manageable, daily challenge. I'm sure there will be days where I feel like I'm running 800 meters with not as much capacity as I'd like, but then life's like that!

A couple weeks ago, dad and I went to rent a boom truck from a neighbor to put up a pivot. The truck hadn't been run for probably a year and it took us about 20 minutes of jumper cables and starter fluid to get that thing running. As I hopped up in the cab to give it some gas, I saw 1000 little mice droppings and an incredibly rusty/dirty interior. I wouldn't have expected anything less of a truck sitting for a year, but I wasn't too intent on meeting any of the previous inhabitants.

As things always go, I looked down to see a mouse scurrying into the foot pedals. It wasn't an option to jump out. So I stayed in with a prayer that I wouldn't see too many more. I said to myself, "Just pretend you're Cinderella - mice are your friends mice, mice are your friends! Lets just say I wasn't too sad to switch dad for the pick up. I couldn't even write all the crazy, funny, stressful, satisfying experiences I've had since starting to be a real farm girl.




In the first few weeks I've:

  • Worked on budgets and income statements
                    My home desk                                               My truck desk

  • Written checks and made spreadsheets
 
  • Jumpstarted trucks
  • Helped to move pivots

  • Shoveled out a wheat truck
  • Played nurse fingers in mainline is not a pretty sight

  • Quizzed my dad for hours
  • Almost flipped myself over my own 4wheeler
  • A pano of my tractor office
  • Driven semis, 10-wheelers and tractors


  • Picked rocks
  • Moved Cows

  • Planted wheat and spuds

  • Run to town for parts so many times that they expect me daily
  • Helped fix machinery

  • Vaccinated and branded cows

  • Met so many new people that I can't remember them all
  • Done more PR and HR then I'd ever imagined

  • Exercised my weak Spanish ability - daily!
  • Helped with the investigation and insurance of our equipment arson

  • Worked on pivots

  • Helped fix broken mainline
  • Practiced accounting, agronomy and irrigation
    My exhausted work day, wind blown look
    The Sunday - I get to be a real person transformation
Please bless that I learn quickly! I hope my brain will expand so that I can remember all the things I'm supposed to know to run this race well!

Sunday, April 26, 2015

See You When I See You

April 1, 2015

My roommate asked me as I was packing up the last of my stuff if it felt like one of the craziest days of my life. I'd been to work, I was trying to get the house cleaned up and I was late to go to dinner with friends. I had to laugh because I hadn't even really thought the day was crazy.

I immediately thought back to a year ago - packing up another house. I thought about how much I've changed and how I've moved 5 times in the past year! Last year I was trying to pack up my house, put it all in storage, get ready for graduation, graduate, and sneak out early to catch a plane to Africa - that was a crazy day! (Almost as crazy as deciding to go to Hawaii the hour before we had to leave, driving as fast as we could to make it to the airport in 2 hours, buying a ticket on the way to the airport, and making it with time to buy breakfast!) Maybe I like my life with a side of crazy?


Then I started thinking a little bit about the moves I've had over the past 5 years! I've had some incredible experiences that I'll never forget. I've met so many wonderful people that have shaped my life forever. It's been so hard to say goodbye to all those wonderful people. I hate goodbyes. They're honestly my least favorite part of mortality. I usually don't even say them - I prefer to just disappear and hope that I'll see people again.

I realized this last time I moved that I've gotten better at goodbye. I wonder if the experiences I've had have taught me or if I've just grown up. Maybe a little bit of both? Living in Ghana and Israel this past year made me realize that there's a lot of people I may not see again in this life. Hopefully those people know how important they've been in my life because of my day-to-day interactions with them. But I now recognize how important it is to say goodbye and thank you for the influence people have been in my life.

This time when I moved, I didn't exactly disappear. I tried to see as many people as I could and thank them for their part in my life. I invited some of my nearest and dearest to dinner so that we could enjoy a few laughs before I left. I got organized enough with packing and moving that I was able to spend time the last few days having good times instead of stressing about moving. I also got rid of a little long overdue pride and accepted help from some angels who offered to help me move.

I still hate saying goodbye and I'm still not good at it. But now I'll at least say thank you for the good times and look forward to future adventures together. I love Jason Aldean's song, "I'll See You When I See You." He does an amazing job expressing how I feel about people and temporary goodbyes.

Let's don't say goodbye
I hate the way it sounds
So if you don't mind
Let's just say for now

See you when I see you
Another place, some other time
If I ever get down your way
Or you're ever up around mine
We'll laugh about the old days
And catch up on the new
Yeah I'll see you when I see you
And I hope it's some day soon

God made this whole world round
And maybe it's that way
So the paths we go down
Yeah I will cross again some day
And someday I'll

See you when I see you
Another place, some other time
If I ever get down your way
Or you're ever up around mine
We'll laugh about the old days
And catch up on the new
Yeah I'll see you when I see you
And I hope it's some day real soon
I hope it's some day soon

My time in Prove has been incredible. I've grown so much and been blessed by the people that have come into my life. We're all on our separate paths and have many journey, adventures, and miles apart but I'll see you when I see you - and I hope it's someday soon!


Sunday, April 19, 2015

You're Going to Miss This

March 7, 2015

I woke up before 6 this morning to do some farm office work before a meeting we had. Within minutes, I could hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and dad came to join me. Within the hour, I could hear the sound of crackling bacon and smelled Mom's delicious breakfast. Pretty soon Neal was up, belong primary songs at the top of his lungs.

I started laughing at the familiarity and the strangeness of our morning routine. I sobered up, realizing that it won't be like this much longer. When the silence overwhelms me, I'll miss the loud, everyday noises of the family.



Immediately a song popped into my head,
"You're gonna miss this,
You're gonna want this back.
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast.
These are some good times.
So take a good look around.
You may not know it now,
But you're gonna miss this." 
-Trace Adkins Song

As the days have gone on, I've thought a bit more about how I will miss our short time being together before we are all Oklahoma, Illinois, Idaho, and Hawaii. I'm going to miss being in the middle of scripture study and someone getting up in the middle of a thought to throw-up. I'll miss laughing around the dinner table. I'll miss Dad always talking on the phone. I'll miss being scared so badly at 3am that I wake the whole house up. I'll miss getting Neal back for scaring me by giving him a black eye (with make-up). I'll miss moments playing games together. I'll miss laughing and being so close to the ones I love. So, I'll take a good look around and look at the good times!

Monday, March 2, 2015

Friends in Curious Places


I was at the Provo rec center the other day - trying to get back into my swimming routine - when I started chatting with a woman swimming next to me. She said she was just getting back into swimming after a 10 day trip to Israel. The moment she said Israel, I knew we'd be friends. She told me that she had lived and taught at the Jerusalem Center at one time and that she now taught at BYU. We talked for a few more minutes and then I asked her name.

"Ann Madsen," she said.
"Not the wife of Truman Madsen," I asked.
"Forever and ever" she said.

I must have listened to 100 hours of Truman Madsen tapes as a kid! Here I was swimming next to his wife. She gave me her email and we promised to be in touch.

The Free Family
My mind raced back to another swimming pool, miles away, over 2 years ago. I was a brand new swimmer and could hardly swim more than a lap without stopping. I just started using goggles and putting my head under water. I didn't have a swim cap yet. The woman in the lane next to me was clearly an experienced swimmer. She stopped and we chatted for a few moments. She offered me her extra swim cap and we talked for quite a while longer. Who would have thought that we would become fast friends and stay in touch when we moved miles away. I had the chance to stay with her sweet family in Denver this summer and it is really because of her that I was able to go to Israel this past fall.


I'm so grateful for the friends that we make in curious places. Airplanes. Grocery stores. Swimming pools. Church functions. Jogging in Africa. The list goes on and on.

Chen and I on the way to Israel
I can't help by think of the first time that I flew to Israel and met Chen Biron. My grandma swears we didn't stop talking for 10 hours. She's probably right. I asked 100s of questions about Israel and Judiasm and Chen's life in the military. He asked about our farm in Idaho and Mormons and my family. We kept in touch and when he moved to New York, we talked on the phone for hours. I'm so grateful that small talk lead to a beautiful friendship.


I remember a lecture I went to one very chilly night in Rexburg. I wanted to stay home and do my mountains of homework. My aunt convinced me to come hear the speaker from New York. I heard him, met him, ran into him again a year later, and eventually worked for him in Manhattan. My experience working with and learning from Ahmad Corbitt has been a rich part of my life.

Vic, Mommie Comfort, and Keshia
In Accra, Ghana, near Kaneshie road, there is a small house where a woman lives with her mother and children. A friend and I used to run early in the mornings before it was unbearably hot. We would run by this small house where the woman would often be outside, sweeping the dirt or enjoying the breeze. We casually exchanged greetings until one morning we stopped and she told us she recognized us from church. Apparently she had been meeting with the missionaries and going to church. We stopped and talked at times while jogging and came to visit at other times. We came with the missionaries and attended church together. What a sweet day it was when Mommie Comfort was baptized and later (after I was gone) that Vic was baptized as well.

I could write story after story of encounters with strangers that have become dear friends. I'm so grateful that God allows us to meet friends in curious places!

My Thursday Nights

Provo, Utah Temple

Salt Lake City, Utah
Every Thursday night for almost a year, I've had the privilege of working in the Provo Temple. It's such an incredible experience to take part in and observe the making of sacred promises. Worthy individuals come to the House of the Lord for many of the following reasons:
  • Find peace from the world
  • Get answers from God
  • Make promises with God
  • Unite their family forever
  • Learn the principles and mysteries of eternity
Monticello, Utah
I'm always amazed how the same peaceful, revelatory spirit resides in each temple - no matter where it is in the world. I found as much peace from the temple in busy Manhattan as I did in Accra Ghana. If the temple is as small as Monticello, Utah or as large as Nauvoo, Illinois, there is an unmistakable similarity.

Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
I'll never forget going to the temple in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala and seeing the people waiting to enter. I had met many people in Guatemala by the time I visited the temple. The people I had met in the city of Quetzaltenango were humble, often in poverty. They wore simple clothes that carried the dust of the streets. But the people i saw outside of that temple didn't even look like they were from the same country, let alone the same city. They were freshly showered, dressed to the nines. They waited reverently and joyfully to see the House of the Lord. Some came from across town, others from across the country. Mothers were teaching their young children about the importance of the temple in their lives. They taught through word and example that the temple is a sacred place.


Accra, Ghana
I have met other saints in Switzerland, Costa Rica, and Ghana that have traveled great distances and given up much to attend the temple. They understood that the promises, the peace, the revelation and the knowledge were worth any price. I've had that same witness affirmed as I've worked in the temple. I'm sad to be released from working in the temple, but am grateful for the privilege it has been to work in the house of the Lord.

Guatemala City, Guatemala
Rexburg, Idaho
Nauvoo, Illinois