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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Walk in the Light

by Nicky Smith

Recently as I read these verses I thought about what it means to walk in the light as opposed to walking in darkness. 

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. (1 John 1; emphasis added)
I wondered how many people think they are walking in the light but in fact are walking in darkness, because often people are spiritually blind and cannot see that they are walking in darkness. Think about yourself. Do you see yourself as walking in the light? How much light are you walking in? How do you know this is really the case? 

Walking in the Light
The word of God (which includes both the scriptures and revelation to us) is referred to as a light to our path:
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. (Psalm 119:105)
Just as physical light shows us things as they are (we can see color, texture, size, etc.), God's word or truth shows us things as they are. 1. Coming to know more and more the way God sees us, others, our experiences, and the world around us illuminates our mind. 2. Furthermore, His word to us are commandments. I always used to think that when the scriptures referred to the commandments, they were those things contained only in the scriptures, but I have come to know that it includes anything He tells us to do through revelation. When God gives me a commandment, this commandment reveals His will to me. It gives me direction, showing me what I am to do and where I am going. It gives me light to see. Knowing His will enables me to stay on the strait and narrow path. It also helps me avoid stumbling or falling. 3. God can also enlighten our minds regarding future trials and stumbling blocks and show us how to navigate them. When I see things as they are and obey His will, I am walking in His light.
But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God. (John 3:21)
Jesus similarly stated that He is the light and as we follow Him, we do not walk in darkness. This requires strict obedience to Him (and not obedience to others or ourselves).
Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. (John 8:12)
Lately I have been going running three times a week in the dark. We live in an area where there is little artificial light outside so it is pretty dark out there at night. I love these runs because the stars on most nights are magnificent and I use that time to commune with God. I talk to Him and I receive revelation and insights in return. On the first few runs I used the light of the moon to show me where I was going, but then as the days passed the moon was no longer there to provide me with light and I needed a flashlight. On my most recent runs, I have thought about how life is a lot like running in the dark. Often we can't see the potholes or the road ahead very clearly because we don't have the light to discern them.  

Many of us use a flashlight to guide our way. This flashlight is our own wisdom on how to navigate our experiences and trials. We use our own intelligence to make decisions and discern how to live our lives. Our wisdom is sometimes right and sometimes wrong. Just like when we use a flashlight, it is easy to misjudge or not notice the things we see on the road ahead of us, such as the depth of a pothole or something that could trip us. This morning, for instance, the overcast skies made the road ahead of me very dark and my little flashlight was performing dismally. I caught myself about to step in animal excrement when my foot was only about a couple inches above it. I was lucky today but I know that when it is so dark out there, I am very likely to trip or step in something I would prefer to avoid. Jesus said, "For he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth." (John 12:35) Jesus also said, "But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth." (John 11:10) Only using a flashlight makes it is hard to figure out what the road looks like more than a few steps ahead. When we use our own wisdom, we are using our best judgments to make decisions and figure out what to do and sometimes it works and other times it doesn't. In essence, those who use their own understanding are simply getting through life without seeing the end from the beginning and what the Lord's designs are for their lives. 

Others desire God's wisdom and truth to guide them but they only know how to obtain small amounts of that light. They are still walking in the night, but trying to use the light of the moon or the stars to guide them. The light is from God and gives some details regarding their path and the things they ought to do, but they still don't see the big picture. While they may be shown some things that lie ahead, it is still possible to misjudge things and make mistakes and fall. They need more light than this to avoid the pitfalls ahead of them. 

The more we walk in His light and the greater our hunger for His direction and guidance, the greater the amount of light we can have to help us (see Alma 12:9-10). While some are walking in the amount of light available at dawn, it is possible for us to get to the point where we are walking in the equivalent of the sun's light at noonday. Those walking in the light of the sun obtain the mind of God and see their experiences, themselves, and others with God's understanding. This doesn't mean that they see every detail of their entire future ahead of them, but they can clearly understand many of the experiences and trials coming because God has shown them. They can see much of the road ahead and know to avoid things that can cause them to trip and fall. Jesus said, "If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world." (John 11:9; emphasis added) They obtain direction from God and do His will continually. Due to seeing ahead, they are better able to use their experiences for sanctification. 

However, occasionally even those who are walking in the light of the sun have the light temporarily removed from them. Through this God allows them to use the light they have previously obtained from Him. Jesus experienced this on the cross, when he said, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" (Matthew 27:46) When we prove faithful during these times, God gives us greater access to His light than previously available. 

A Fellowship With Christ
Referring to the scripture quoted earlier, Jesus said, "If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world." (John 11:9; emphasis added) Jesus is the light of the world. Walking in the light of noonday entails seeing Christ face to face. It means he comes to us regularly to teach and guide us. 


Walking in the light of the day does not mean meeting with Christ once, just like we don't have the Holy Ghost teach us just once. It means he comes to us frequently. 
Just as we are to obtain the mind of God through the Spirit continually, we ought to get to the point where Jesus physically ministers to us face to face frequently. We have a relationship with him. This is what John called a "fellowship" with Jesus (1 John 1:3,6). Those who walk in the light of noonday obtain a such a fellowship. Several people in the scriptures obtained a fellowship with Christ, including David. 
For David speaketh concerning him, I foresaw the Lord always before my face, for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved. (Acts 2:25; see also Psalm 16:8) 
Evaluate Your Walk
Anytime we deviate from His word to us, we are walking away from the light, towards the darkness. Doctrine and Covenants 95:12 says, "If you keep not my commandments, the love of the Father shall not continue with you, therefore you shall walk in darkness." Think about the things God has instructed you to do, either through the scriptures or revelation. Are you obeying everything He has asked you to do? Or are there some things that you ignore or feel justified doing? Perhaps there are some things you feel guilty about doing, but you don't feel like you can help it. If you are not obeying everything God has instructed you to do, know you are not walking in as much light as you could be and you are prohibiting yourself from walking in more light that God has in store for you due to your disobedience. 

All of us can increase the amount of light we walk in. Many either don't want to increase in light or don't know how to, but it requires asking God to uncover our false beliefs and replacing them with truth. If we are sinning in even the smallest way, it requires repenting and forsaking. The more truth we know and obey, the greater the amount of light we have available to us. Some are satisfied with a small amount of truth, while others keep striving to learn more of God's will for them. This latter group constantly increase in light and are less likely to stumble. 
24 That which is of God is light; and he that receiveth light, and continueth in God, receiveth more light; and that light groweth brighter and brighter until the perfect day.
25 And again, verily I say unto you, and I say it that you may know the truth, that you may chase darkness from among you. (Doctrine and Covenants 50)
On my current journey, as I have sought to be completely obedient to God and get rid of my false beliefs, the Lord has given me much understanding regarding my path. He has shown me more about myself, including how far I am from having Jesus' attributes. He has shown me many weaknesses and sins I wasn't aware of before. As I repent and become more like Jesus, I am shown more. God also warns me through revelation and dreams regarding the nature of the trials that are ahead of me. He shows me how to act during these times and what these trials are meant to teach me. He shows me possible traps and stumbling blocks. I have found that the more I obey Him, the more I am told. In other words, I know as I continue to walk in the light, God will continue to give me more and more light. One day I can walk in the light of noonday because Christ will minister to me. As Jesus said, "he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." (John 8:12; emphasis added) 

I am not at the point yet where I have a fellowship with Christ, but God does enlighten my mind regarding myself, others, and my future so I can prepare for the things that are coming. It doesn't make the experience less painful but it is easier to use them to develop various attributes of Jesus and become clean and pure before Him. One day I know I can have such a fellowship and walk in his light at noonday. Each of us can as we uncover our false beliefs and repent of our weaknesses and sins. The joy and love we feel that comes from such a fellowship will be immense and worth every pain and heartache we have to endure on our way.  Using the words of Isaiah, my invitation is: "O house of Jacob, come ye and let us walk in the light of the Lord." (Isaiah 2:5)

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The Second Great Commandment

by Nicky Smith

I have been thinking a lot about love and what it means to love others. Recently during our morning scripture reading, we read this verse that stuck out to me:

Thus did Alma teach his people, that every man should love his neighbor as himself, that there should be no contention among them. (Mosiah 23:15)
I then found some other references that said the same thing. Alma taught his people that when there is contention, we love ourselves more than others. Paul wrote the same thing to the Philippians:
Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves. (Philippians 2:3)
Similarly, after Jesus visited the Nephites, they had no contention because of the love they had for each other:
15 And it came to pass that there was no contention in the land, because of the love of God which did dwell in the hearts of the people.
16 And there were no envyings, nor strifes, nor tumults, nor whoredoms, nor lyings, nor murders, nor any manner of lasciviousness; and surely there could not be a happier people among all the people who had been created by the hand of God. (4 Nephi 1; emphasis added)
We Are Commanded to Love Others As Much As We Love Ourselves
When Jesus was asked what was the greatest commandment, he declared that there were two commandments which were the greatest. First, love God and then he said, "And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself." (Matthew 22:39) We are to love others as much as we love ourselves. Sounds easy to do, but it isn't. Our actions and thoughts are a good indication though of how much we love ourselves compared to others. 

When we are impatient, offended, lose our temper, lie, or contend with others for example, we are demonstrating that we love ourselves more than others. When we negatively react to people's behavior not meeting our expectations, we show we love ourselves more than them. Even when we subtly try to control others through the use of various defense mechanisms, we are showing we love ourselves more than others. In fact, anytime we sin, we are showing that we love ourselves more than others (and more than God). We are choosing our own will. We are choosing what we think is best. However, when we choose to demonstrate charity, we are longsuffering, humble, and we do not seek our own desires/will/needs above another's. Paul lists several other attributes that encompass acting charitably (see this blogpost for more on charity):

4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. (1 Corinthians 13)
We cannot sin against others and still love them as much as (or more than) ourselves. This is why Alma and Paul taught (in the references listed above) that there is no contention when we love others as we love ourselves. Loving others can only be done through keeping God's commandments. When the scriptures say "keep the commandments," they never mean keep some of the commandments or we simply do your best. Read this phrase literally. It means obey all the commandments all of the time, and when we don't, repent and change, forsaking our sins, by not repeating our error. Charity is only possible when we keep all the commandments all of the time. The greater our obedience, the greater our love.
5 ... I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another.
6 And this is love, that we walk after his commandments.
  (2 John 1)
Jesus said that the greatest love we can have for others is the willingness to lay down our lives for them (John 15:13). Many think they would be willing to die for another (Consider how many songs have the lyrics about being willing to die for another), but until they are willing to love them as much as themselves and not sin against them, they are in denial about how much love they have for those individuals. 
16 Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us: and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.17 But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? (1 John 3)
As I look back on my life I can see that I have loved myself more than others, including my husband and my children. When I noticed something my husband did that I didn't like, I would become silent and emotionally retreat or I would make a snarky comment. I was trying to control him! I loved myself more than him. When my kids were driving me crazy, I yelled and screamed to get them to calm down or obey. I was giving into my building frustration inside and chose my own will to release that frustration by yelling. This showed I loved myself more. When I could see that my actions demonstrated that I loved myself more, I instantly made the choice to change. Some patterns of behavior take time to change, but currently, every time I am tempted to act in unChristlike ways (such as feeling frustrated with the kids), I am trying to consider that I want to love others at least as much as I love myself. Practicing this love is the first step to obtaining it. 

We Are Commanded to Love Unconditionally

As I am learning to love others like myself, I am also learning to love others unconditionally. We know God loves us unconditionally (Romans 8:35, 38-39). No matter what we do, God will love us. He cannot always bless us (since blessings are based on obedience to law/truth), but He will always love us more than we can fathom. Those who have felt of His love have only an inkling of what this love is like. It is indescribable. 


At the last supper before Jesus was crucified, He said,

9 As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.
12 This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. (John 15; emphasis added)
Jesus told His disciples that we ought to have this same unconditional love. (see this blogpost on treating others the same way God treats us)

Many of us "love" others conditionally. We want others to look, act, speak, and think in ways that fit our expectations and the way we see the world. We hold them accountable to our expectations and our behavior towards them results from how we view their actions. Perhaps we retreat emotionally or withhold affection. We usually show them in some subtle way that we don't approve of their behavior. However, if we approve of their behavior, we show that we accept them and approve of them. This makes us a respecter of persons. (Read this post on being a respecter of persons.) This isn't real love.


Love by its very definition is unconditional. When we love unconditionally, whether or not we agree with others, we don't withhold our love from them. Our behavior towards them is not based on how they act or think or look. Instead, we show love, compassion, patience, and so on no matter how they behave or how they treat us. When we do this, it makes sense that we could and would love everyone, even our enemies: "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you." (Matthew 5:44)

32 For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye? for sinners also love those that love them.
33 And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye? for sinners
also do even the same.
34 And if ye lend to them of whom ye hope to receive, what thank have ye? for sinners also lend to sinners, to receive as much again.
35 But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil. (Luke 6)
Consider those whom you love. Is your acceptance or behavior towards them conditional on things they do or say? Do you act hurt and offended at times? Do you act out in anger because of another's behavior? Do you feel more kinship with someone who lives up to your expectations? Does another's actions cause you to become defensive? If you answered yes to any of these, your love is not yet unconditional and you have some work to do to change. 

Ramifications of This Commandment
Moroni (writing the words of his father) discusses charity and then said that he ought to pray for this kind of love:

Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure. (Moroni 7:48)
Charity is unconditional. Charity is never loving ourselves more than another. Charity is a gift bestowed on us when we have become pure, keeping all the commandments we have been given. It is then that we can stand before Jesus with confidence, seeing Him as He is, knowing that He sees us as we are. Love is the key though. We cannot have Jesus physically appear to us and feel confident in His presence until we have become love and we are obeying not only the first great commandment of loving God, but also the second of loving others as ourselves. John wrote:
7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
11 Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
12 No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.
(1 John 4)
If we do not develop this kind of love, we will never come to know God, since we can only know Him as much as we have become like Him. Love is such an intrinsic part of God's character. When we developed His type of love, then we can come to truly know Him. 

Examine your actions and determine which are self-serving and loving yourself more than others. Beg God to open your eyes to see yourself as you truly are. Repent and begin to act in loving ways. Slowly over time, you will become love. Through this you will come to know God more and be filled with His love for you and others. You will be given the gift of charity. 

Binding Up the Broken Heart

by LeAnn Henderson 
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me To bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners; To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified. (Isaiah 61:1-3)
I have thought a long time about writing this story.  It’s been 17 years since my twins were born.  I go back and forth between wanting to share it and fear of being judged and just feeling overwhelmed at the prospect.  And the story isn't done yet.  But God is the one who gives us these kinds of stories.

When God walked the earth many asked questions and he usually answered with a parable.  This is the parable God answered my question with using my life, taking my hand, and walking me through my own story.  And God is a very good storyteller.  I have written down the details of this story many times. To my memory many of the details are becoming hazy, but the reality of a God who blessed me is not forgotten.  But the trials and cares of life have a way of overriding our memory.  That is why the Lord says so many times, “Remember.”  I write this story now because I need to remember this story as I have done many times over the last two decades when I needed to remember God’s love for me.  I write this story, too, for you--all of you who experience the fire, for all those who need a miracle, for all those who have experienced a broken heart and need to find healing, for all of us seeking God.  And that is all of us.

My story began in earnest sometime in the year 1998. I had reached a point in my life where my stupid mistakes and my perfection training collided.  I realized I could not save myself.  I knew I was as Laman and Lemuel in the Book of Mormon, hard-hearted.  And I was as Alma, who wished a mountain would fall on him and somehow he could cease to exist, and not be brought to stand before a judging God.  I reached the point where I decided I would do just that--cease to exist.  I just would starve myself.  I knew it was futile, but it made me feel better thinking I was actually doing something. 

I did a journal with my little ones at the time and my little five year old would always be as brief as he could.  I would write their words in their journal and have them trace it, in this way teaching them and training them to write, helping them as they needed me less and less.  My son would always write something like, “I am done now," or, "I can play.”  But this particular day, as I was in the depths of self-pity and despair he said, “I want to write, ‘Jesus loves us.’”  I was a little stunned.  Was heaven speaking through my little boy?  But it wasn’t enough and the next day I was still in a dark place when my son announced he wanted to write in his journal,”Jesus forgives us.” And almost like it wasn't him saying that he immediately changed his mind and said, "No, I want to say, 'I can play now.'"  It gave me something to ponder and wonder. I realized then that I really didn’t know if there was a God.  I could not bet my life on it anyhow.  It suddenly became very important to me to know.  My very life--my eternal existence seemed to hang on knowing.  Really knowing.  I had one life to do things right or forever regret it.  Life offered no do-overs.  I realized that I had been right where satan wanted me.  And it triggered a fight in me.

And so I decided I would just ask.  In sincere and deep surrender I got on my knees and prayed (I was always a praying person, if more of the “check it off my list, repeat the same thing” kind of prayers.) 

“God, if you are REAL and I am REALLY talking to you, show me.”  

That had probably been the simplest and most sincere and sincerely humble prayer I had ever offered.  In my heart right then I surrendered myself and my ways, which had crashed and burned, and vowed to try things the Lord’s way.  (If there is anything I have learned from this is that when you ask sincerely, and you are willing to put in 110% of your heart and your soul in surrender and love to Him---God answers.  And hang on while he answers.  The world says show me and I will believe.  God says believe me and I will show you. And boy, does he show you!) 

I was going to find belief if it killed me. 

Sometime around then someone related a dream of theirs in church.  They said they saw a bunch of people out in the ocean drowning.  A cruise ship came by and for a price rescued some of them.  When all those who wanted to get on, and who could pay the price paid it, it moved on, leaving the rest to drown.  After a little while the coast guard came by and rescued the rest. 

"Lord, I am drowning.  But I will wait for the coast guard," I prayed. “Please send the coast guard.”
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:  For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. 
I threw myself into the scriptures.  I read every chance I could get.  I began praying all day, conversing with God over everything.  My biggest prayer was, "Lord, heal thou my unbelief," for I frequently came across scriptures that I couldn't bet my life on.  In fact I didn't even know if I really knew any of them were true but more hoped they were true.  I had a blind belief. I wanted more.  Gradually the unbelief began to peel off in distinct layers. The first layer was not believing for sure if there really was such a person as Jesus Christ, who lived 2000 years ago, who was somehow crucified and that somehow did something for me.  The second layer was an unbelief that Christ would want to do that "something" for ME.  The third layer was humiliation that a perfect being could see all my "nakedness" and shame.  It was pride.  I wanted to claim and pay for my own sins.  I was going to be responsible!   And I certainly didn’t want a perfect being to see them.  But I was at least excited that I could feel some belief.  I continued to push past my pride in faithful surrender.  And finally the last tough outer skin came off, revealing a soft tender heart.  I don't know how to describe it other than pure joy.  Joy that he wanted to do that somehow.  Joy that he would do that for me.  Joy that I had hope beyond my mortal, failing ability. 

And soon after that, as I was kneeling upon my bed, a warm feeling began from the top of my head and spread down through every cell of my body.  It filled me with warmth and light and a burning, loving fire.  I couldn't feel the bed under me.  I had no idea what it was, only what it did to me.  It changed me.  After that, whenever I even thought of my old self, I literally felt like I wanted to vomit.   I knew I was a changed person.  I KNEW God lived.  I KNEW he loved me.  I KNEW he wanted ME.  I made a covenant somewhere around there, a solemn covenant that I would go wherever God wanted me to go, I would do whatever he wanted me to do, and I would say whatever he wanted me to say.  My life was not my own anymore.  I belonged to the Lord.  I don't like writing about the old me even now.

Revelation came so frequently after that.  It seemed in a flash a whole book of information would just infuse into my understanding.--understanding that came without effort, straight into my soul.  I guess more as a witness to myself, and to complete my faith that I had done everything in the scriptures to repent, I got re-baptized on my anniversary, June 22, 1999.

One of the things I strove to do was to thank God in everything.   A few months passed and my joy and my relationship with Heavenly Father was growing.  Then one day in late summer 1999 as I was making dinner and I cracked an egg into a bowl, I looked at the yolk, turned away, and when I looked back in the bowl I saw a double yolk.  And at that instant the Spirit whispered, "You're going to have twins."  I told Layne (my husband) that night when he got home.  He thought that was ridiculous and funny. ( He rarely took me serious on spiritual matters then.  Probably a good thing or he would have run for the hills.) I got pregnant soon after that.  I was so sick I felt like I had been on a hundred roller coaster rides all the time.  But I never failed to thank the Lord.  I would kneel at the toilet and almost wish I were sick enough to die, but then thank the Lord that I got to experience just a small taste of what he suffered for me, and submit myself to his will.  His sacrifice was becoming more and more real.  And so was my appreciation for it.  I think angels must've helped take care of my other three children.  The sickness seemed almost more than a sickness as I threw up a little less than before, but I was in pain all the time.  When I knelt to pray the only strength I had to speak was, "Help."

The infamous Y2K was coming up. I was feeling some better by then, and we went to Roy to a family member's house for dinner and fireworks that New Year's Eve.  I half hoped to get blown up up close and personal next-door to Hill AFB, if that was our fate, more than I realized, for I will never forget the clock striking midnight, a few cars driving by, a few fireworks and then we went home.  Nothing.  It was so silent.  No bombs.  No fanfare.  Life was going to go on.  That was the closest I came to murmuring.  But then I caught myself and prayed, "Heavenly Father, you know why I am so sick.  Thank you for the privilege to suffer just a small sample of what you suffered for me.  I will do anything for you."

January came and went, and February began.  I was growing very fast.  I asked my midwife about it, who confirmed that I was bigger than I should be, but could not hear two heartbeats.  She strongly suggested I go get an ultrasound.  And then, all at once my morning sickness left.  I gathered my books around the table to do the first day of homeschool that year with my kids but I couldn't concentrate.  Something was wrong.  What was it?  The ultrasound.  I knew I had to have an ultrasound.  That day.  I called up my husband to OK the funds, and picked up my grandma and went to a "just for fun" ultrasound place.  That confirmed there were twins.  But she seemed to sense that something was wrong or else she didn't want to say, but she highly recommended I go see a doctor.

I was on cloud nine.  But something didn't feel right to me either.  I told Layne, "I feel like I am walking with $20, 000 cash loosely hanging out of my back pocket in downtown Salt Lake City and someone is going to take it from me if I don't do something.  But I don't know what I am supposed to DO."  And then I had a dream.  In my dream my baby was lying on the ground helpless crying, "Help me, Daddy!  Help me, Daddy!"  All around her were lions stalking her.  I was alarmed but could do nothing for her but watch as the lions gathered around her closer and closer until they converged upon her and began eating her.  I looked over the lions and saw her swollen baby stomach, which hadn't actually been touched yet and sighed a relief.  It wasn't too late!  And then I woke up in a sweat.  I dreaded going back to sleep, dreaded facing that nightmare I was sure would haunt me.  But it didn't.  I remembered it long enough to tell Layne the next morning and then it was taken from my memory.  I didn't recall it at all again until I needed to. 

The ultrasound was Thursday.  On Monday I went back to my midwife for a check-up.  And something was wrong.  One of the baby's heartbeats was so incredibly fast, she couldn't count it.  As hard as she tried she could only get a guess.  The doppler wouldn’t give her a reading.  She made a phone call, and I spent that night, 19 weeks pregnant, in the hospital hearing that incredibly fast heartbeat on an expensive monitor (that wouldn’t give an accurate reading either) all night long.  The next day I met the first of nine doctors to work on me, a perinatologist from South Africa with a strong accent, who looked at the records, checked out my babies thoroughly with ultrasound for signs of defects and edema and made a phone call to "the dude to call" at some prestigious university back east.  I could only understand part of the jargon, but enough and maybe more than enough as I caught the drift that no one ever had made it through a case like mine OK.  He hung up the phone, took a breath and said, "Well, we can do two things:  we can do nothing, or we can try.  I say we try."  He ran some tests, put me on a heart medication and sent me home.  My babies' due date:  June 22, 2000, the same date as my anniversary and my re-baptism.

When I got back to my mom's house, I went into my mom's room, knelt down by her bed and offered up myself.  "Lord," I said, "You know this is the best gift I could ever have hoped for.  I never dreamed I could ever receive such a gift.  But I want you to know you can have it.  You are in control anyway, but I want you to know that I freely give them back to you to do with what you want to."  I meant it.  And I knew that God knew that I meant it.  I would never withhold anything from him.  Not even this.  And in that moment as quiet as anything, a peace infused into me and a faith stronger than I had never known.  I KNEW my girls were going to be OK.  I didn't know the here to the there, but I knew the there was going to be alive and well and whole.  I came out of my room and told my mom.  She tried to assure me that I would still be OK if they didn't make it.  She didn't understand.  My faith had been my gift to hold onto.
Yea, and it came to pass that the Lord our God did visit us with assurances that he would deliver us; yea, insomuch that he did speak peace to our souls, and did grant unto us great faith, and did cause us that we should hope for our deliverance in him. (Alma 58:11)
The next few months were a sort of blur.  I had appointments every week for an ultrasound.  But those were frequently interrupted and skipped as I would go back into the hospital.  But for the first few weeks there were just the weekly visits.  Then one day, when I was 23 weeks pregnant, as I dropped my kids off at my sister's house so I could go for my appointment I had a strong impression that I had seen this moment before.  And I knew it was huge.  I told my sister, "Something is going to happen today."  Not knowing what was in store I went to my appointment.  Mr. South African Accent (Dr. Michael Belford) came in, and spent a long time looking at my babies.  I knew he was looking for edema.  And there was plenty of it, around the heart, around the abdominal cavity, around the liver, almost a centimeter on that tiny one pound baby, but no hydrocephalus (none around the brain.)  But my then 23 week baby was dying of heart failure inside me.  The doctor had me meet with him in his office to discuss the situation and options with me.  As I looked around his high-rise office, with his pictures of his two children, I felt a strong brotherly love and compassion for this man.  There were so many in this world who didn't want children, or who were killing unborn babies.  This man was devoting his life to saving every one he could.  An impression came very strong to tell him that mine was going to be one of those cases that would make his job worth it.  I resisted.  It seemed silly somehow.  I wish I would have.  

A profound peace followed me all through this.

They sent me, a skinny 115 lb very pregnant woman, to cardiac ICU with all the old folks and bare glass window rooms, did many more tests, gave me some strong supplements, put me on a few more drugs, and that night I thought I really might die.  Hooked up to all those machines, with a heart rate already way too high, I would feel a pound, Pound, POUND, POUND in my chest as my heart almost leaped out of it, the alarms would all go off, and then I would pray for sleep.  A few minutes later it would repeat as the drugs began to do their work.  And that is how I spent that night, praising God and submitting in a whole new level to his will.

"Lord, please let these drugs do the good things and none of the bad effects," I prayed over and over the next few months.

It didn't always work.  One visit I remember being "high" on those drugs.  Driving from Salt Lake to Provo I was extremely dizzy, cloudy and having difficulty concentrating.  The Doctor cut down my medication but I had to get home still.  I and my oldest son, then seven, rode back home with me swaying my head back and forth to keep the road in my vision level.  It was a delicate balancing act.  They would increase the drugs so they would work on the baby's heartbeat and I would overdose.  So they would cut back the drugs for my sake and the baby's heartbeat would go back into tachycardia.  And it all had to be done within a very tight life-saving window and in a mother whose pregnant blood levels were steadily increasing to double volume or more.

Money was very tight and no matter how hard Layne worked the few months before this we were still struggling.  I was choosing food or medicine at one point.  Layne had to argue with the pharmacist to get my pills, too.  "You don't understand," he told Layne, "They don't give this much to a NORMAL person, let alone a pregnant woman!  I am going to have to verify this before I can give this to you.  You don't understand.  This is FOUR TIMES a normal dose!"

"You don't understand," Layne would argue. "She HAS to have these."  And so, reluctantly, they would give him the medicine that cost our month's food.  Not until later would I see fully the Lord's hand in this as we just qualified for full medical coverage because of our stubborn finances. But I digress... 

When they first sent me to my room it was in the old part of the hospital. It was tiny and dark and had a glum view of a rooftop between buildings. As I lay there I felt someone come in to visit me.  When I turned there was no one there, but immediately I began having contractions.  I explained to the alarmed nurses that I have silent labor and don't ever really know I am in labor until I am significantly progressed. It ended up not being much, but it worried them enough to put me into the plush, full-view labor and delivery suite.  I had a "crash delivery box" beside my bed every time I stayed at the hospital.  All in all I spent 21 days in labor and delivery.  Only one of those days was the delivery.

One of the two perinatologists that worked at the hospital seemed to love telling me my statistics.  He would describe in detail just how hopeless my situation was, seemingly to prepare me or something.  I would look at him, smile, think "That's nice," wonder how he was doing, and say a prayer for him.  I still remember him telling me at this time my healthy baby had a 24% chance of survival.  He told me they were just waiting for the sick baby to die so they could hurry and deliver the healthy one.  That was the only chance she had.

When I asked him about the other one he said, "Oh, she has none.  Too bad your babies aren't one week older.  The soonest we can save a baby is 24 weeks."

The OBGYN seemed to be as fascinated about this as anyone.  He would tell the nurses, or call them in to see.  This hospital stay, as he put the ultrasound wand on my babies, the one that was not sick had her arm over the other one and their heads were together in a loving embrace.  It was very touching.  And very overwhelming.

One of my friends brought me a music box that played "Edelweiss."  It was beautiful wood and glass with two hummingbirds inside.  It was very appropriate, I thought, as one of my babies had the same fluttering heartbeat as that of a hummingbird. I kept thinking about this tiny baby, like the edelweiss flower, white, pure, and entirely dependent upon me.  My friends were so kind during this time, bringing me gifts and hope.  One in particular I will ever be grateful for: my midwife, who was also my aunt, called up and reminded me of a cousin I have who has RH factor and carried twins, doing blood transplants throughout the whole pregnancy, with NO chance really of either of them surviving, and they made it.

"Remember DeeAnn,"  she said with emphasis.  "No one thought they would make it either."

I think she was inspired to call me then because as I lay in this infinitely expensive room with all the monitors attached, all the alarms, all the drugs, with the little red box beside my bed, listening to the music box, with a dying baby inside me, and another one probably being overdosed and risking her life as well, my children off to a babysitter again, my husband struggling to hold things together financially and at home, my family telling me I would be OK regardless, my faith began to waver and my emotions began to crumble.

"Heavenly Father, I want to hold my baby, to comfort her.  I don't know if I can watch my baby die on a screen."

"She is not there.  She is with Jesus," I felt the Spirit whisper.

And then I felt an overwhelming feeling of gratitude.  Here I was, healthy, at least not needing any of this--drugs, ultrasounds, monitoring, steroid shots--all of this was for a sick and dying someone else inside me.  And yet I was the one to "take this child's licking."  I was the one that got the shots, got the overdoses, got the monitoring.

"Oh, Lord.  THANK YOU for giving me the privilege to take all this for my little baby.  I am so grateful that I get to be the one suffering and paying to help this little one who cannot do this for herself."

"I know.  I understand.  I felt the same way."  I suddenly pictured the Savior up on the cross looking down at those for whom he was paying the price for their sins, right as they were committing them.  And I understood that it didn't matter how much they punished him, spat on him, mocked him, tortured him.  The harder they punished him, the more pain he felt, the more it hurt, the more grateful he became that he was able to take that pain for them.  I felt a deep gratitude for this experience, for the blessing of motherhood, for the privilege to be able to sacrifice for others in a way they cannot ever do for themselves.  Truly it is also the privilege of fatherhood, of priesthood, of heaven and God.

That next night as I lay in the hospital bed with a still dying baby inside me my family and friends gathered at a church for a circle prayer that was three circles deep.  My own prayer was simple:  Lord, please bless my family with the faith you blessed me with (so they can be a strength to me, too, and so that they can have that strength, too.)  I laid opened my scriptures and put my finger down and happened to land on Joshua 3:5  "And Joshua said unto the people, Sanctify yourselves: for to morrow the Lord will do wonders among you."  And then I remembered the dream:  the baby crying for help from Daddy--priesthood help, heavenly help, the lions.  It all came back to me clear and strong.  "It wasn't too late."  I went to sleep in great wonder. At 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning the baby's heartbeat stabilized for the first time.  I was overwhelmed.

I got up the next morning and detached all the monitors and cords to go to the bathroom.  When I looked in the mirror in the bathroom I almost fell to the floor.  An overwhelming knowledge of the love that God had for this baby flooded over me.  And I knew that if he loved my baby that much he also loved ME that much.  Tears of gratitude fell down my face, not because my baby was stable for the first time, but for the love of a Heavenly Father. That afternoon I went home. 

I wasn't off the hook once I went home.  But still they kept the visits to once a week.  There were some close calls.  I remember going to church one day and remembering that over-heating could make a baby's heart rate speed up.  I don’t know why that popped into my head but I kept thinking about it.  It wouldn't leave my mind all that afternoon and evening.  By the time I went to bed I knew something was wrong.  One half of my belly wouldn't move.  I nudged.  Nothing.  The next day I went in and sure enough her heart rate had converted back to tachycardia.  Once we watched on ultrasound as three of the heart's chambers were beating steadily at 130 beats per minute, while the fourth chamber was twice that at 240 and higher.  It got as high as 270 beats per minute during the pregnancy.  Not until after my baby was born did I learn from the not-so-optimistic doctor that superventricular tachycardia (my baby's condition) could kill an unborn baby in 18 to 24 hours.  Once I went back in curiosity to see my first ultrasound video.  Sure enough there was a rapidly fluttering heart days before it was discovered. 

I asked what could cause this, to have one baby fine and another one with such a heart rate.  No one could give me answers.

One time I asked the doctor if there was a certain level of heart failure where they would say that one would make it verses one could not make it.  He looked at me incredulously but politely like the naive idiot I was.  "Heart failure is DYING, LeAnn.  Your babies were DYING."

There were times when I would waver in my faith. Three times I remember. I opened up my scriptures randomly and every time put my finger on Doctrine and Covenants 98:1
Verily I say unto you my friends, fear not, let your hearts be comforted; yea, rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks;  Waiting patiently on the Lord, for your prayers have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth, and are recorded with this seal and testament—the Lord hath sworn and decreed that they shall be granted.  Therefore, he giveth this promise unto you, with an immutable covenant that they shall be fulfilled; and all things wherewith you have been afflicted shall work together for your good, and to my name’s glory, saith the Lord.
I have never randomly opened to that scripture since.  In fact I have to hunt for it as I can never seem to remember where it is.  

The perinatologist called in some heart specialists.  I remember one day sitting in a wheelchair after being seen, waiting for a call from the cardiologist with my medical file bulging at least two inches thick sitting on my lap.  My South African perinatologist asked the nurse finally what was taking so long.

"He's god!" she blurted out.  "You can never get him when you need him!"

I don't remember now who all the doctors were who helped me.  I do remember they called in a perinatal cardiologist who would work with my baby after she was born.  She had lots of lovely things to scare me with, such as how they were going to stop my baby's heart with an injection as soon as she was born, then try to jump start it again.  This, she told me might jump-start it normally.  Or, you know, there was always the risk that it wouldn't start again.  She also told me that my baby would be on medication for the first 1 1/2 to 2 years of her life.  After that she had a 50% chance of outgrowing her condition.  And if she did outgrow it she had a 50% chance that it would come back at puberty. 

I felt like I was watching a live movie only I was the main actor and I could do nothing but walk through each scene as the Great Director laid the story out.  I felt literally that I was in the palm of God's hand and that he was going to answer my prayers and fulfill his promise.  I just didn't know how.  That’s the fun part in walking with God.  He’s an excellent life-movie director and most faithful travelling companion!

We had moved to a small town to be closer to my family.  But it was remote and far from the hospital and I was concerned about how to get my four kids and myself safely to a babysitter should I go into labor.  I had another concern.  I had been given three different blessings or prayers by three different priesthood holders that my babies would be born naturally.  But I had tried to move both babies head down, had felt their heads bump, and the baby on the bottom turned breach.  Not a good position for natural delivery.  And not a good idea at all. I think because of my lack of faith in this and because of my concerns their delivery went a little differently than it could have.  But it was for the best. 

At 35 weeks the doctors were getting concerned in another way:  I had to get off those medications as my liver couldn't take them much longer.  It was then I had my first and only regular OBGYN check-up. (My South African doctor, whenever he saw me would stop incredulously and exclaim, "I cannot believe you are still going!  Do you realize the odds...?")  At this time I went in for my regular ultrasound and the nurse acted differently.  She brought in the perinatologist, who did an amnio., made sure my kids were OK, and told me we had to deliver that day.  Baby B was not doing well.  I would not be going home in one piece.  Just before midnight my doctors, Dr. Wold and Dr. Young (God has a sense of humor) delivered my two babies who I could not tell apart for the life of me. 

I never saw a happier daddy.  Layne is a reserved, shy person.  He mentioned he was only there for my deliveries because that was what was expected of him but it was hard.  But this time he beamed as he brought out both babies.  (God was reaching out to him, too.)  But the most memorable thing was the conversation he overheard in the room where a new doctor and a team of nurses were working on my babies.

"Nurses!  One of these babies is very sick and we've GOT to figure out which one it is!"

They never did.  From birth, both babies had a normal heart rate.  They ran every test they had.  That's the coolest part of this story.  God was able to take two babies, identical in genes, walk with one "through the valley of the shadow of death" and bring them out on the other side so identical that no one would ever know which one almost died of heart failure and which one never had a problem.  Really this is the story of the power of the atonement.  And this is why I called this story what I did.  And this is why this is really the story of all of us.  We all get our hearts broken, either through the actions or words of others, or through our own stupidity. We all mourn.  We all seek for comfort that only He can really give. Christ has the power to heal.  How much?  I have had 17 years so far to see just how much.

There were a few minor skares after they were born.  The perinatal cardiologist told me if it were to come back it would be within the first 4 months.  I hung a stethoscope over their bed but I couldn't get myself to listen or even feel their tiny chests beating.  One of my girls' chest would turn deep purple in a small circle after bathing when she didn't like getting dried off and would cry.  And once she had a heart rate of 220 during a fever that quickly returned to normal.  The other twin had a seizure.  I woke up with my baby in the midst of it and thought I was watching her die.  But nothing conclusive.  I like it that way.  Not knowing makes the story more complete.

The day before my girls were born I got the impression that my great grandma wanted my delivery done and over with by her birthday, May 26.  She would have been 100.  I was hoping to have them on her birthday.  They were born May 22, 2000 (later I would discover this was my husband’s baptism date), and I came home from the hospital on her birthday. 

Someone asked me why I was so blessed to have twins.  I told them it was because God loved me.  My children sometimes got jealous, telling me they thought I loved the twins more than them.  I did love my twins very much. Not more than the others, but because they gave me a deeper love and appreciation for the miracle of ALL my children. It was difficult to explain to children who had none of their own yet. This, too, is a small part of how the Lord feels about Christ who gave himself so that we could return.
This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
Why was the Father well pleased with his Son?  Because he gave the Father US, not because he was more beloved as his only son, or because he was the only one who could be perfect.

After this I was like a born again believer.  I was so full of the love and joy of God.  I remember going to a store and it being all I could do to not tell the cashier, "Do you KNOW how much God loves you???" 

I have tasted of sweet, heavenly, Godly love.  I have walked through it.  It has held me through the fires.  And I know he loves you that much too.

I took my babies back afterwards to see the doctor that had had such a part in helping them.  He was beside himself.  "Do you KNOW the odds your babies had?  What would it be?  ...How many babies have been born in this world?  ...Say a one in a million?" 

I believe in that "one in a million" chance.  I believe in miracles.  I believe that God is happy to prove himself to us--even anxious to prove himself to us:  anxious to prove his faithfulness, anxious to show his love.  I BELIEVE in a faithful, loving God, although there are times I have allowed the cares of this world to choke out my remembrance for a time.  And there are times I forget to give that kind of love to others.  That is why I believe God asked me to write and share this story now.  I need to remember.  We all need to remember.

“Ask and ye shall receive,” I hear him saying,“PLEASE ask and keep asking!  I long to show you…” 

Shalie and Shanie today at age 17, both healthy and very different in personality. 


Saturday, October 21, 2017

The Vanity of Illusions

by Nicky Smith

Visual illusions tend to fascinate us, because they use color, patterns, and light to deceive our brains. What our brains perceive does not match reality. 


Satan, the father of lies 
(2 Nephi 2:18), is the master of creating illusions. He uses a mixture of truth and lies (light and darkness) to deceive us. As we are drawn into the illusion, what we perceive does not match reality. 


Recently the Lord has been helping me become more aware of the ubiquitous illusions the world offers. While we are aware of some of them, other illusions are inconspicuous. Despite being illusions, we believe they present reality. Yet, 
they are always based on the world's standards of the way things ought to be. They are hollow, worthless, and futile. Furthermore, they often lead to pride leading us to believe we are better than reality. They truly are vanity!


The Illusion of Self

One type of illusion refers to ourselves. We choose to do and say things that lead to us appearing as something we are not. 

Social media is one way in which we create illusions about ourselves and our lives. We create the perfect picture on Instagram, for instance, and as a result we portray ourselves as being more fulfilled, happier, better parents, and so on than reality. Similarly some portray their children in a particular way because they want others to think they are more beautiful, more intelligent, and better behaved than they really are. When we do this, we are creating an illusion for others. 


Another illusion we sometimes try to create is seeming more beautiful, thinner, and younger than reality. We use make-up, anti-aging techniques, and plastic surgery to create this misrepresentation. These things can lead to excessive focus on our appearance, when the state of our heart is what really matters to God (1 Samuel 16:7). Although I am not advocating the destruction of make-up, I can see that it can provide a barrier between us and God. I certainly have been drawn into wanting to appear pretty and youthful, especially as I approach my 40th birthday next year. Appealing to a telestial view of beauty robs me of loving who I really am and knowing God's views on me. 

Other things we acquire to create an illusion regarding ourselves are money and material possessions. Solomon wrote, "He who loves money will not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves wealth with his income; this also is vanity." (Ecclesiastes 5:10)

Many also tend to portray themselves as more righteous than they really are. Through outward actions that others can see, the things we say, or the way we pray, we depict ourselves as pure in heart and full of charity. Instead, if others could see our hearts, as God can, they would see we are full of sin and impurity, becoming quickly offended, or irritable, or frustrated with others, among other things. Furthermore, some like to portray themselves as closer to God through the things they do not say, alluding to spiritual experiences they have not had. All these things are illusions, giving others false ideas about our standing before God. 


These illusions (as well as others not mentioned) are vanity, promoting us to feel better about ourselves and our lives. Yet, they make us feel worse when we compare ourselves to others and the illusions they portray. 


The Illusion of What the World Offers Us

Not only do we use illusions to paint a different picture of ourselves, but the world offers illusions to entice us to seek things other than Jesus and the will of God. 

One illusion the world presents to us are the things that keep us busy. Often these things seem like they are a good use of time, but they actually distract us from doing God's will (see this post on distractions). While we think we are using our time effectively, those activities actually create an illusion, because we think we are doing God's will when the reality is we are not. 


Another illusion of the world are the things we turn to for comfort. When you feel stressed, what is the first thing you turn to? We all focus on different things. While some use chocolate, caffeine, or food in general to cope with stress, others turn to spending money, exercise, or talking it out with friends. The world offers us things that are often simply a temporary coverup for how we are feeling and within hours or days we are back to feeling stressed or depressed again. Instead of turning to these illusions of comfort, as you seek God's comfort and truth, He is able to give you long-term, permanent aid. 


One of the biggest illusions that the world offers us is that sin is acceptable and the things of God are strange and peculiar. 

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! (Isaiah 5:20)
We may think we know what is sinful and what is not, yet we excuse ourselves in small sins, thinking God won't keep us out of the celestial kingdom for losing our temper occasionally or feeling offended by another every now and then. Alma said to his son, 
O my son, I desire that ye should deny the justice of God no more. Do not endeavor to excuse yourself in the least point because of your sins, by denying the justice of God; but do you let the justice of God, and his mercy, and his long-suffering have full sway in your heart; and let it bring you down to the dust in humility. (Alma 42:30)
Nephi similarly wrote,
And there shall also be many which shall say: Eat, drink, and be merry; nevertheless, fear God—he will justify in committing a little sin; yea, lie a little, take the advantage of one because of his words, dig a pit for thy neighbor; there is no harm in this; and do all these things, for tomorrow we die; and if it so be that we are guilty, God will beat us with a few stripes, and at last we shall be saved in the kingdom of God.(2 Nephi 28:8)
This is the illusion the world offers us. Sin isn't all that bad, especially the sins we have deemed as not going to keep us out of heaven. 

The world offers many illusions which we chase, yet they rarely lead to what we are seeking. Each of us are guilty of this and frequently we are unaware that the things we chase are illusive. Sometimes we seek power, money, or a Hollywood romance never realizing that these things are not as they portray themselves. 

The Result of Illusions

Illusions are dangerous not only because they are not truthful and they are from Satan, but they are incredibly difficult to perceive. However, if we are to become like Jesus, we have to focus on only those things that are true. 

Those who embrace or even just accept illusions are deceived and spiritually blind. This will always lead us to be distracted from God's will for us and ultimately they lead to sin. Illusions always form a barrier between us and God, since coming to Him involves seeing and living things as they really are (see Doctrine and Covenants 93). Furthermore, they often form the basis or underlying support for our false beliefs which lead to our weaknesses and sins. Without removing these illusions and our false beliefs, we cannot overcoming our related weaknesses and sins. 

While these illusions may seem to uphold us, they are actually like a house of cards and when the storms of life come, they will at some point fall. In the end, illusions always damn us from progressing spiritually. 
...thus we see that the devil will not support his children at the last day, but doth speedily drag them down to hell. (Alma 30:60)
Destroying Illusions
Spiritual progression is always based on light and truth. If we want to draw closer to God, we have to seek truth. We have to uncover our false beliefs and the illusions we believe represent reality. Years ago I began praying to ask the Lord to help me know my false beliefs. Over the years since then He has helped me see the things I cannot see for myself. It required me being open and sincerely desiring truth more than anything else. Without this desire it is easy to be complacent, enjoying and chasing the illusions around us. Ask God to reveal to you the illusions you rely on. 

As you seek for the things of God, you will begin to see things as they really are, and the things of the world will become abhorrent to you. Paul said that as we reject the things of this world, we ought to become a new creature by following the will of God:
...be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. (Romans 12:2)
John similarly wrote encouraging us not to love the things of this world, but do the will of the Father. This is what leads us to become like Jesus. 
15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever. (1 John 2)