Saturday, December 31, 2011

four years ago, today.

Four years ago, my life changed forever. Four years ago, life was easy and far less complex. I had never seen that day coming. And no matter what I did, I don't think I ever would.
I vividly remember a day in Sunday school probably when I was about five. It was a day in the summer, because the classroom was stiflingly warm. I cannot remember my Sunday school teacher, but I do remember talking about marriage/divorce. When we talked specifically about divorce, I kept thinking "That will never happen to my mom and dad. They love each other." Oh how naive I was at the age of five.
Four years ago today, my parents called us into the family room, later to tell us that their relationship had changed and that they would be getting a divorce. I hardly remember the numb feeling after. My mind was racing, although not really understanding the changes that would eventually occur. Me hating my father for what he had done to my family and more importantly my mom, not having any desire at all to be around him, or not even calling him my father.
This is different now. I promise. I have an okay relationship with my father, he is very supportive of me and what I do in my life. It is a heartbreaking thing to think back on my past relationship with my father, how close we were before the divorce. But as I grow older I know a more mature relationship with unfurl with him. I love my dad, not in the same way I used to, but I do love him.
But at this moment now, I am so grateful for this trial in my life. I am grateful for the understanding of why trials come upon us. Because two years ago, I would never have even thought such a thing.
I have now come to understand, on a more personal level, why we have trials. That trials are a huge blessing, almost a compliment really, of how strong our Heavenly Father knows we are. Because another thing I have learned about trials, like an awesome quote I read yesterday from Mother Teresa:


I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
--Mother Teresa


This quote speaks volumes. It is so true! Ever since I went to my sisters Miss Utah pageant in July (I think), a poem has stuck with me. I have shared it multiple times with a numerous amount of friends. It is called Law of Life. It has helped me as I grew my testimony of trials to even greater volumes.

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
That stood out in the open plain,
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king.

The man who never had to toil,
who never had to win his share,
of sky and sun and light and air,
Never became a mighty man,
But lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow in ease;
The stronger wind, the tougher trees:
The more the storm, the more the strength;
By the sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees or man, good timber grows.

Where thickest stands the forests growth,
We find the patriarchs of both,
And they hold converse with the stars,
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.


I'll give you a fair warning, that I might use a few more quotations as I finish telling you this story, but I feel that other people can usually express how I feel, better than I can. If that makes sense... But anyways, back onto trials. What this poem really helped me with, was that trials really are a blessing. And, they make us stronger individuals. That trials aren't there for our Heavenly Father to tell us "I do you so", but for our good. Trials really are teaching moments. I cannot say it enough, that trials are for our benefit. Even if, at the time they don't seem that way. Like it says in one of my favorite lines of the poem, "The stronger the wind, the tougher the trees: The more the storm, the more the strength;"
Another great thing I have learned, quite recently is that life goes on. The circumstances may change, people may change, and even yourself may change, but no matter what, the world is not over. The sun will still rise just as it does everyday, and you will eventually "suck it up" and get over what's bugging you. This might be one of the most important things I have learned so far.
I could go on for days about trials, but I won't!
Here are a few more quotes I have come across that have helped further my understanding about adversity:

"If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change." --John A. Simone, Sr.

"If you know someone who tries to down their sorrows, you might tell them sorrow knows how to swim" --from the movie, P.S. I Love You.

And finally, one of my most favorites of all.
"If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it."
--Mary Engebreit

Thank you for reading, I know this post was a little longer than ones in the past. Thanks for listening to my testimony on trials. I hope it had even a small affect on yours.
Have a Happy New Year! :)

--Samm.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas time.

This year has gone by so quickly. Although, do people ever say the years go by slowly? Life always seems to pass us by far to quickly. Well, 99% of the time...
Do you remember the days where you thought about Christmas all the time? Where Santa Claus was real, and you couldn't wait for him to come by your house for Christmas? I miss those days where I was more enthusiastic about the holiday season, in that aspect. But as I've realized over the years, I think a new excitement for the holiday comes into your life as the old "Christmas wishing" part leaves. This starts as you get older. For example, the stories your mom used to read on Christmas Eve no longer bore you-- you actually begin to listen to the stories, cherish the moment, and maybe shed a tear or two as your mom passes over the pages of her favorite Christmas stories. I almost begin to cry now as I think of the countless times I've heard my Mother's favorite book, read by either her or my Grandfather; the Selfish Giant.


i love this book.

This book was read to my Grandpa Moss (My mom's dad) back when he was in elementary school. His super intendant recited the story. And for years he remembered the story, and he always thought that the book had been written by his super intendant. Many years after my Grandma and Grandpa found it. And ever since then my grandpa read the story to my Mom and her siblings every Christmas Eve.
I can't even think about this book without getting emotional. My mom cries every, single, year. And now, so do I. Whenever I think of Christmas traditions, this is one of the first things to pop into my head.
I cannot wait for the day when I get to read this story to a family of my own. The story exemplifies the Christmas Spirit. It used to be one more thing that got in the way of opening the one present my parents allowed us on Christmas Eve, but now it is something I look forward to every year.
I suggest everyone to read this book. 
I love the Christmas time because I get glimpses of the happiest moments of my life. Happy moments where the whole family is together around the dinner table, laughing our heads off at some random topic like "What if we named you after a character in Harry Potter?" Like: Hagrid, Dobby, Hufflepuff, Bellatrix, and Draco. Just to name a couple. I love the priceless moments like these, the moments you wish could last a lifetime.

I love my family. I am so grateful for the opportunity to be with them forever. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know that we can and will be together forever because of the Temple and our Heavenly Father's plan for us. And I cannot wait for forever. Although, it's kind of already begun.

I'm so grateful for the Christmas spirit, and what blessings it brings into my life.
Thanks for reading, and Merry Christmas! :)

--Samm.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

there isn't enough hours in the day.

This past week has been so busy, I hardly remember what happened in the beginning of this week. I've over-scheduled me life!

This week has been full of choir performances, a car accident, a swim meet, more choir performances, even more choir performances, an over night swim meet, a date-dance, and a community Christmas concert. All in all, I missed two and a half days of school. Thus making my academics suffer even more.
The performances at Temple Square on Wednesday were awesome! It's great to share music with random people in cool places! When we sang in the Assembly Hall I sang in my small group. We sang a version "Silent Night", and we go into solos, then three parts and then two parts. And I had the first solo, it was the scariest moment of my entire life...
Well, I am exhausted. Can't wait for my choir performances tomorrow! I am ready for it to be over though... My throat is killing!
Christmas break really could not come quicker.
Thanks for reading.

--Samm.

Monday, December 12, 2011

car crash-number one!

It was a beautiful snowy day in Price, Utah today! The first real snow storm this season where the snow actually stuck for more than a few hours. We also had a choir performance tonight, at the schools Christmas party for our families. I missed the majority of it though... and here's the story behind that:
Well we had swim practice at 4:30 just like every Monday... We had to perform at 7:15 so a few of us got out early to go and get ready. I went to Erica's house and did my hair and make-up and got dressed. And we were going to go pick up Sarah at her house so that Erica would have someone to be with while I performed... As we were pulling onto the road Sarah lived on, my car was drifting a little bit. I asked her if she was seat belted, and to my surprise, she wasn't! I told her "Erica! You always get seat belted! Especially in conditions like these!" And so she proceeded to get seat belted. The snow was so bad that we couldn't even pull into Sarah's driveway because of us drifting in the snow. Sarah walked out, and we proceeded on our journey to the high school. We drifted a few more times before we got onto one of the main roads. But nothing to major. But as we were driving on the main road, a small pick-up truck got in the way of my car. I pressed my brakes, but to no avail. I pressed on the brakes even harder but still, my speed stayed constant. I then screamed "My brakes won't work!!" and we all had our own ways of bracing ourselves for the accident. Erica just closed her eyes and kept thinking, "slow down! slow down!" I obviously, was screaming and continued to push on the brake, which I am paying for now. Sarah unwisely put her hand on Erica's seat, somehow thinking this would help. It did not. After we hit we were all in a state of shock. I'm pretty sure I said "I don't know what to do" a good twenty times... I'll skip the boring cop stuff... but I was lucky enough to get through without a citation, while the other driver was not so lucky...
My car came out with only a couple scratches and a broken left signal light. I am so lucky! I'm very sorry to the other driver though, I left a pretty hefty dent in his passenger side door.

 We're all a little sore, with head aches and a few minor body aches. Nothing Ibuprofen can't fix!

Well in the end, Erica and Sarah missed their performance. But we got their just in time to hear some good friends perform their number and I was able to perform the last two songs with the choir I have been blessed to be in.
I am so grateful to be alive! I know this was a very minor accident, but it could have been a lot worse. I'm grateful for seat belts and the protection they provide even in minor accidents! (that aren't your fault!) I'm grateful for the kind police men that were helping us with the accident. I'm grateful that my friends and I are okay and came out nearly unscathed! I am also grateful the other driver also was not injured.
Other than this event this day was pretty uneventful. I kind of made the ProStart team that goes to state. We still have to figure out whose actually the team and who are the alternates, but I'm grateful for the opportunity!
Today, I am grateful to be alive and well. More than ever.
Thanks for reading!

--Samm.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

what started out as a funny story, turned out to be a tender mercy.

I know I just posted, but this is a really funny story that I need to share.
So today before sacrament I asked my mom if she had any lotion, because my hands were sad and dry. My mom being as awesome as she is handed a small bottle of lotion in a matter of seconds. So to put this lotion on my hands I took off my Grandma's first wedding ring, and just setting in on my lap. Then absentmindedly putting everything in the conveniently placed pockets of my skirt, before leaving my sacrament meeting early to go to listen to a homecoming in another ward. Right before the sacrament meeting in the other ward started, it hit me. I had let the ring roll off my lap as I left the meeting! I hastily text my mom to inform her of the serious problem that had come upon me. I then turn off my phone as to not disrupt my neighbors... During the sacrament I completely realize what had actually happened. I lost this family heirloom... That is very dear to my family and mother. So I said a little prayer practically begging my Heavenly Father that my mom would find the ring quickly and then quickly forgive me for my careless act.
As soon as I very quietly said "Amen." The Holy Ghost whispered "Samm, check your pockets." As I jingle my keys in my pocket, I feel nothing. But as I pull out the keys and give them a gentle shake, the ring falls right onto the jacket of my second mom (Carrie Barnett). She then hands the ring to me and I whisper "Whoops! Sorry Mom..."
After the meeting I turn on my phone, where I quickly receive 3 texts from my mom. The first one says "I can't find it." The second: "The whole ward looked :)" and the final one... "Check the pockets in your skirt"... My mother, is a genius. I then informed her that the ring had gotten tangled up in my keys when I accidentally threw it in my pocket before I left. Her rebuttal: "Well that's good. I had have of the ward on the floor looking for it..." I then told her the story about the prayer and we laughed a little.
I then went back for the final hour of church. After church had gotten out my family had to wait around for tithing settlement. As I walked throughout the halls of the church I had numerous church members asked me if I had found the ring, I would then reply "Yeah... It was just in my pocket." One of the members found it quite amusing, and said that my new favorite game must be hide-and-go-seek. But I left and missed all the fun of seeing half of the ward members on their hands and knees looking for the ring. Apparently one of the brethren had went outside and checked where I had parked. Oh, the graciousness and willingness of a ward family!
This story had a happy ending, but it didn't have to happen that way. I'm grateful for the tender mercy I witnessed today. I'm grateful for my very understanding Heavenly Father. I'm glad this hectic story turned out alright because of my awesome Heavenly Father (although awesome is an understatement). I'm also grateful for the testimony builder that occurred today.
Thanks for reading, again. :)

--Samm.

sleep?

Sleep? Hmm. I don't know the meaning of the word! Not as well as I should, at least. My good friend Lance was talking a while back how being tired, is a disease. He says that every one is tired, but once one person claims they're tired... everyone else realizes how tired they have also become. This just makes me laugh, because if you really think about it. It's true.
I won't be the first to say this, but I am tired. Exhausted, really. These last few days have become somewhat of a blur in my head. The past few weeks actually... My brain isn't processing how quickly life is going by. I am a junior in high school. Nearly half way through my junior year! Soon enough I'll be doing something crazy like go to college... or getting married. Something I don't believe I will ever see coming. I almost feel as if I am just going through the motions of life. Not savoring a happy moment, not remembering my mistakes, and not progressing how I should be. I would attribute most of this to is-- SLEEP or the lack thereof. I am the worst at going to bed, I am by far my mom's worst doddler. As a child she would give me a simple task such as brushing my teeth or putting on my shoes. And to her dismay, twenty minutes later I would have found something to take me completely off track from the task at hand. I am sad to admit, I have yet changed my ways. This is the biggest reason why I do not sleep until the wee hours of the night.
I am not a child of habit. I try to make-up a bed-time routine so that I can maximize time, and GET. TO. SLEEP. But obviously, all attempts at that goal. Have failed. And someday, my blog will tell you of my success in finally establishing a bed-time routine. Today my friends, is not that day.

I long for the day I will get sleep, and become a normally functioning human being.
Thanks for reading.
G'night! or shall I say, see you later, because I won't be going to sleep for a looong while.

--Samm.
p.s. I don't believe I used the word "I" enough tonight... NOT.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Christmas music!

Christmas MUSIC.
I love Christmas time. Especially the music that accompanies it. This year I've been given a great opportunity to share my talent with parts of my community. It's been such an eye opener of how much people really appreciate music, and the spirit that comes along with it. I am one of those people that listens to Christmas music before like, Halloween. I do end up getting sick of it once Christmas is over. But the annoyance with hearing Jingle bells for the 50th time in a month goes away after a few months. I love sharing music with people, as nerve racking as it can get, it's become one of my favorite things to do.
Many many many years ago when Lydia and I were both very small we sang a song called "Lullaby, Little One" in a Sacrament meeting. Our bishop apparently had asked my mom if we could, and we did. I had completely forgot the song since, but my choir teacher had given us all an opportunity a group song or solo or accompany our group songs as we shared our music throughout the community. I asked my mom if she had any music and she immediately thought of the song I had sung so many years ago. As soon as she played it memories of being little and singing it in front of an entire congregation flooded my head. This was the song I prepared to sing in front of people. Not with my sister next to me, but alone! The song is actually more compared to a small child, rather than to a sixteen year old... but it still works! The songs lyrics have really stuck with me throughout this Christmas season. It talks about how Christ started out as just a child, and then realizing that we all do. And that we can all become like Christ because he was once a child. This is one of the many reasons I am thankful for Christmas music: because sometimes we need that extra reminder that we too can become what our Heavenly Father wants us to be. Because we are his children.
I could never see Christmas time without the music. It is a huge part of what Christmas is: praising out Savior's birth. And singing is a big part of doing that. And for that, I am grateful.
A few years ago my sister and I got my mom Josh Groban's Christmas CD, which I will admit is pretty freakin' awesome. :) I just downloaded it onto my iPod and have been listening to it nonstop. One of my favorite songs on that CD isn't a very well known song, but it has a good meaning. So I am going to share it with all of you... :)
 hope you enjoy it like I did! I believe it describes how most people start to feel about the Christmas Season. Because there is a lot to be thankful for!
Thanks for reading!

--Samm.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

as good as it gets for tonight folks!

this is only my third post, and I'm not sure of what to write on anymore.
Well this day in the life with the girl with two M's was... an odd day, but still went pretty well! I missed second period for catering, and fourth and sixth periods are somewhat of a blur. I hardly remember eighth period. Not that that really matters at this point. After school I chatted it up after school with some friends, then went to Erica's and got ready for swim practice. At swim practice we had a nice team discussion on sportsmanship. I love my coach, Kamra Davis. End. Of. Story. She said everything so perfect, and it was just what the team needed to hear. I have so much respect for her for putting up with all she puts up with. She's an example to all of us, and such a great person and coach. She does her very best for our team, and it is more than enough. I didn't end up getting in the water today, for lack of time. So I did some P90X with some of the guys (let's just say we won't go into how that went...) Then I ran over to my dear friend Sarah's to borrow some clothes for a choir performance for some of my old teachers at MHJH. Thanks Sar! It wasn't Vocal Jazz's finest hour, but we still performed our best for what numbers we had. After that Lance chased me around my car for the money I owed him... then I went to Taco Bell with Lance and Dakota where we had some fantastic food. ;) Dakota left early, and Lance and I had a good talk. I love my friends! Then I raced home, where I was only able to watch a few minutes of last nights big finale of "The Biggest Loser". I wish I could have finished it! And as we speak I'm now baking up a surprise for tomorrow... shhh!
I'm super excited for the meet tomorrow! Swim meets are stressful, but for the most part... it's good stress! I'm also excited to sing to some elderly. They're always so sweet to tell you you sang beautifully, even if some of them couldn't hear it. ;) cannot wait!
I'm loving the stressful life right now.
Thanks for reading, and G'night.
--Samm.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

grateful.

I've been thinking alot about gratitude lately, especially with the holiday's just around the corner... and figured if I could make a list of everything I'm grateful for, it wouldn't fit anywhere. but I felt the need to atleast attempt a list:
-my mom
-my sister
-my mrothers
-my dad
-my friends (far to many to list!)
-school (sadly!)
-all my blessing (aka.. all of the above/below)
-trials (--odd, i know.)
-The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
-my House
-my car
-the opportunities I have been blessed to have
-second chances
-forgiveness
-music (!!!)
-repentance
-my ability to hear, speak, see, taste, and smell.
-my health
-those willing to help me

The list goes on and on!
I'm just so grateful for everything thus time if year. I wish I could bottle the "Christmas spirit" up for myself and whoever else needs it for the whole year.
Christmas is the greatest! Christmas music is definitely something I'm grateful for. :) :)
Thanks for reading.. G'night!
-Samm

Monday, December 5, 2011

"the origin of the second m." to answer the unanswered questions...

Hmm, how to describe this day in my life... it's a difficult task, really. It was one of those days where nothing to go in your favor. It was one of those days where when people ask you what was wrong, you would say "just one of those days, you know?" with them replying with a sympathetic nod or apologetic word or two of encouragement.
It was one of those days, you just could not wait to end.
But they always say you learn more from losing than from winning, right?

Enough about how lackluster my day was, how about something about me?
Well as you can probably already see I have two M's in my name, it's quite a long story actually. But I don't mind telling it. For my english class we had to write about a defining moment in our lives... being completely perplexed by the idea I finally came up with the idea to write about the day I "added" the second "M" to my name. instead of paraphrasing which would be much to strenuous for me, I'd much prefer to just copy and paste:

Of course, on what seemed like an average day I up late. It was the morning routine for my mom to yell five or six times for me to “get cracking” and to “get out of bed”. Eventually I would, then slothfully pick out my uniform for the day, and pick out a hat. Even though I knew as soon as I walked inside the classroom, I would be forced to take it off, revealing the unkempt mess I called my hair.
 Today was one of those days that the teachers passed out numerous assignments, most of which you never remember doing. As always, the teacher would ask for helpers and a couple teacher’s pets would volunteer. This ordeal would take almost a whole thirty minutes because of the enormity of the class, and the enormous number of papers. 
            As I was glancing through my papers, I realized that the vast majority of them said “Sammy J” on the top of them, but they were not mine. Immediately, I was flustered as I sorted the papers that were obviously mine, from the papers that blatantly were not mine. Then, I carelessly stacked up the unwanted papers and walked them over to the other Sammy J in my class. Surprisingly, she had not even noticed that she had almost all my papers. We exchanged papers then I trotted back to my seat with my large stack of papers.
            Through lunch and recess, my thoughts raced around my head like a fire engine on its way to a distant resident’s inferno of a home, as I brain stormed some way to stop my frustrations. Yet nothing even crossed my mind! Never had my fifth grade brain been so baffled! It’s not like I could just change my name, although I could go by my middle name, June. I was named after my grandmother, oh, and how I loved her! But, honestly, Mom and Dad, June? The name was so incredibly girly, there was no way I would let people call me that, unless I really wanted to be the laughing stock of Mrs. Grimm’s fifth grade class. Or, I could just pick a name I liked that nobody else would have, but then it would only make my life more inconvenient with the confusing double life I would be forced to live. 
            After lunch was Social Studies, where I was handed a worksheet (from one of the teachers pets) probably about Abraham Lincoln, Lewis and Clark, or Declaration of Independence. As I focused on the daunting line labeled “Name”, I came to the realization that I would have to write out my entire name-- “Sammy Jeppson”--to divert any confusion of who I was. Just the thought sent shivers down my spine! I would be—what felt like--the only student in my fifth grade class of uniquely named idiots who had to write their last names on their papers. After I had written my mile-long name. It hit me! Oh, but I couldn’t! I quickly flipped over my #2 pencil and erased the “y” from the end of my name! It was so simple, yet so deep and complex! Could I have two “m’s” in my one syllable name? What would my mother think? She was the one who named me Samantha, and called me Sammy, as common as the name was. But, it was far too late! The deed had been done, so I left it! Every once in a while, I’d glance up to the top of my paper and chortle joyfully to myself: what had I done?
            Everyday, I was excited for my mom to pick me up from the school. It was school, after all! But, this day was different; this day I was a new woman: this day I had a unique name. This was one of those days where the school day lasted forever because I could not wait for my teacher to excuse my class. Which made me one step closer to jumping in my minivan and report to my mom what happened at school that day. Finally, all the papers that would be handed back to me would be my own. My fifth grade frame could hardly take the excitement I felt! I had found myself, and I could not wait to tell my mom.
            From that day forward, I have been the Sam with two “M’s”. I’m also glad to say I’m only confused with another Samantha or Sam on very few occasions as far as assignments in school go.  Although it’s a rough story to tell, I don’t mind telling it because it’s become a part of who I am today.  Even if I do tell the story more than most parents read their child’s favorite bedtime story.


Hopefully this answers your questions. If not, feel free to ask?
And yes, my name is actually Samantha. Not Sammantha. I'm not quite sure what parent in their right mind would do that to their child, definitely not my mother!
That's enough about me for tonight, I'm not sure if anyone will read this but my sister who is going to win the blogging "competition" no matter how hard I try.
Good night, and thanks for reading.
--Samm.