Art Blart

Since I've been going through lots of my papers and random things this past little while, I've found some pretty cool stuff. One of the greatest treasures that I found was my little miniature copies of some of my favorite Russian art that I bought while I was in Russia last summer. Two of the originals are found in the Russian Museum in the heart of St. Petersburg. I remember just loving to go to that museum while I was on my mission and just look at these pictures in particular- there are quite a few others there that are amazing as well. One of them is called "The Ninth Wave" by Aivakovski. I think that the color is absolutely incredible, but just the hope that it offers when you look at it is so refreshing. Even though the men in the painting are really small, I like to look at them and see how they are barely holding on for dear life, but if they can just survive this ninth wave, there is sunshine ahead. It is breathtaking to look at!!


The other one that I absolutely love is called "Holy Russia" by Mikhail Nesterov. This one has particular meaning to me because I was lucky enough to teach the gospel and be a representative of Christ in the blessed land of Russia. The painting is a depiction of Christ appearing to the Russian people presumably after his crucifixion. I think that it is beautiful!!! I love to look at how the people received Him. I think that it is very reflective of how we receive the Savior today. Some of the people are bowing at His feet and worshipping Him, while others just look at Him in wonderment not really understanding who He is, and still others turn away from Him and stretch out their necks as if to assert their independence and lack of need for a Savior. Another reason that this painting means so much to me is because I taught people constantly that the Book of Mormon teaches of Christ's appearance after His resurrection to the people who lived on the American continent. When I read the scripture in John 10:16 that says that the Savior must visit His other sheep- I can't help but wonder if he was referring to more than one group of people. I just think that this painting shows how much faith the Russian people had in the Savior to paint a masterpiece about this topic. I don't know if it really happened. Of course, we have no scriptural evidence that says that it did, and I am not one to argue for or against it- I just really like the idea of it. Despite all of the things that I have just said I don't know, I do know that He loves the Russian people extensively and that they are a chosen people and some day He will appear to them and all of us in all His glory.


So these are some beautiful paintings that I love. On another note- today I went mountain biking and played tennis. It felt so good to get up in the mountains after being cooped up in an office and a classroom all week long. I had a blast!!! :)

Teacher leave them kids alone!

Although it was kind of weird- tonight we had parent-teacher conferences.  I got to sit on the side of the desk that I never felt mature enough to be on and talk to parents about their children's progress in Seminary.  The funny thing is that I actually enjoyed it.  I didn't enjoy the 6-hour marathon of it all (honestly, why do we need to be there from 3-9??), but I really liked getting to meet my students' parents.  It really helped me to see another glimpse of why it is so important for me to teach them "in the right way" as my

 Tongan missionaries always used to pray that I would do.  Those parents love their kids so much and they actually trust me to assist them in teaching the gospel to their children.  I really do have incredible students.  They amaze me constantly by what they know and the comments that they make.  I love teaching seminary.  I didn't have many negative things to say to parents.  Almost everything that we talked about was encouraging.  You know, when everyone talks about how our country is going to pot because of the quality of our youth, I just think about my students and how I would be proud to put them in front of anyone and introduce them as the future leaders of the Church and our nation.  They're wonderful.  

On another note, my new calling is to be an FHE mom.  For FHE on Monday night, our dad had everyone get to know each other and then he gave a lesson and then we did the coolest activity- at least I thought it was cool.  We got a pet for our little family.  Her name is Peggy.  Isn't she cute???  

Bloggle!

Well, yesterday during my day of boredom I played an online game of boggle.  I LOVE Boggle!!  I love all of those crazy word games like Boggle, Scrabble, Balderdash, Taboo, etc.  I know, I know I am an official dweeb- it's ok if other people tell me that, too, because I have been aware of the fact that I am a nerd ever since I was little.  I have never even tried to deceive myself into thinking that I was cool.  But, I love words and random knowledge.  When I was little, I legitimately loved to read the encyclopedias that we had in the bookshelf by the fireplace.  Maybe this is a little bit too much info about myself, but it is all true.  Anyways- this morning after I finished reading all of my lessons for church today, I started to get excited about playing games tonight.  One of my favorite things to do on Sunday is to play Boggle.  Most people don't like to play with me because I get kind of competitive.  I get kind of competitive about all stupid little board games that I play.  I don't plan on it happening, it just does.  I have always wondered why I get this way when I get to play these games.  I am usually a pretty calm person, at least I think I am.  When I was playing tennis competitively, I got this way as well.  I would get super intensely competitive during the game(not loudly competitive- more like a silent stubbornness), but right when it finished, I was fine.  I am only competitive in things that don't matter.  Big things I tend to be somewhat uncompetitive in.  Maybe there is a huge underlying problem with me.  Maybe I have issues that I don't even want to confront, but all that I know right now is that I am really looking forward to playing Boggle tonight after Sunday dinner. Now I just have to try to convince people to play with me!           

I'm Done!!!!!....... Well, almost

So believe it or not, I have almost graduated from college.  It took a good 7 years to do (ridiculous!) but, it is almost here.  I have one independent study writing class to finish before I can get my diploma, which is going to be like pulling teeth to get me to finish, but once I am done, it will finally be over!!  This has left me thinking about the future.  What in the world am I going to do with my life????  I have a few current options, but I have not decided concretely on any of them.  Most of it isn't even my decision.  I am teaching seminary right now in Orem and really love it.  It definitely has its ups and downs, but overall, it is so fulfilling and rewarding.  I am also working at the MTC in the Development area.  We are writing new curriculum for the missionaries right now.  The MTC is such a marvelous place to work.  I love it, too!!  I guess the dilemma would come if I was given a choice of full-time employment at both places- which would I choose???  At this point, I don't have a clue.  Both of these jobs would require me to stay in Utah or the surrounding states.  Both of them are extremely rewarding and edifying, and both of them are things that I am passionate about.  I keep hoping that I don't have to make a huge decision- that somehow I will be able to work full-time in one area and keep a small part-time job in the other.  Who knows though. 

On another note, this is my first post on my new blog.  I am actually really excited to have a blog.  I have felt so alienated from society without one.  Now, hopefully, I will start to keep track of the things that I am up to better.  For example, I went to possibly the best concert of my life a few weeks ago.  It was a sixth grade dream come true.  Amanda and I got dates and went to the Boyz II Men concert.  Who would have thought that they would still have us screaming like 13 year olds over ten years after we had bought any of their albums (and by albums, I mean tapes!).  It was amazing.  Near the end of the concert, we decided that we had to go to the front to see if we could touch them.  We grabbed each other's hands and ran up there like fanatic pre-teens.  We pushed our way through to the second row and stood on chairs until we could be noticed by them over the front row.  You know what?? What happened superseded our expectations.  We only wanted to touch one of them.  But, as fate would have it, we touched all three.  We were screaming like 13 year old girls trapped in an issue of Teen-Beat magazine.  Like I said- Dream Come True!!!