Putting God First Does Not Equal Loving Him More Than Your Spouse (imo) and how ASL makes that clear

I remember telling my new husband that love is not a pie.  I told him this because there is always a worry with a widow that her heart is never wholy yours.

Love is not a finite resource that is doled out and diminished, like a cherry pie. It is an infinite resource that actually grows when given/used.  You discover this when you have your second child…  or your next husband.

There is no one who understands this concept more than God, our Heavenly Father.  And I have never seen a scripture that says “love God more than your wife.”  In fact, one could argue, “as Christ loved the church,” is an argument for loving your wife as much as God. 

I think where people get confused is the phrase “Putting God First.”  This was not meant to put God before your wife in your heart.  While God is a jealous God, if you think of the logical gospel context (God is nothing if not logical) he would never object to you having as much love for a person as he has for you, and let’s face it, you’ll not ever get to that point in mortality. Even Christ shrunk from that responsibility.

When you “see” the scriptures or talks from modern day seers and revelators in ASL (American sign language ), you can see it is directional.  It is simple.  It is clear in a language that values clarity about e all else.

Putting God First is directional, not emotional.  God is your navigator.  Only he knows where you want to end up.  Your spouse is as clueless about the final destination as you are.  To follow your spouse or even ask them to lead you if you were not positive they were following the map of the only navigator available to you would be folly.  It would be as senseless in real life as it is spiritually.  That is, in fact,  how you can testify of the truth of it.  There is always a real world parallel to spiritual concepts. This is why parables are so effective.

I admit that I cringe a little when people say they put God first in their lives. The way I feel about it is my earth father would never expect me to put him before my husband,  but in matters of life experience, he would necessarily expect me to defer to his earthly knowledge over my husbands.

In my opinion the gospel is not hypocritical. Concepts and precepts are applicable universally. If you wouldn’t put your earthly father before your spouse on earth, then God could not expect you to do it while heaven bound.

The phrase “I put God first in my marriage ” is too confusing to laymen, and leads  communication problems in marriage itself between genders already prone to miscommunication.  I think we need to defer to the deaf on this matter.  “God above others. ”  And it makes sense this way.  It is simple, clear and does not put your spouse below you in order of importance,  in fact it puts you with them, following God in the direction you should both be ne nessarily be headed if following God: upward and onward.

The Struggle Out of Grief

I had a friend, a widow, tell me that she had been sleeping on her couch for 5 years since her husband died.  I had lost the bed my late husband and I slept in to the Memorial Day floods 2015 in Houston, Texas only one year after he passed away.  But I thought, because I was sleeping in the same room I had slept with my Hobbit (my nickname for Sam), at least compared to my friend, I was doing pretty good with recovery.  That was just sleeping spaces, however, and being inexperienced with grief of this kind, I did not know how long lasting and deep grief would be.

Life Goes On

I remarried in October 2015, and my new husband, John, knew I was still recovering from the loss of my late husband.  Unlike other men before him, he never abandoned me when I cried, stopped me from talking about Sam or asserted I was comparing the two of them.  John is in the Texas National Guard and I understood this would mean extended times he would be gone.  I knew this, but I never thought about it.  Not really.

Sam was once offered the chance to go and study at the Hellen Keller Institute.  He refused because it meant too much time away from the family, and more specifically, from me.  I do n’t know if it was the right decision, but because of the nature of my relationship with Sam, we were rarely more than 10 miles from one another and never more than normal business hours.  For the last 9 months he was alive we were together almost 24/7.  I thought this was a blessing, and it had been.  Sam’s last post was how much he loved me, his wife.  We had a great marriage.  We both agreed on that.  We were close and maybe that was a problem for my future husband.  But of course, at the time, I had no idea I’d have a future husband.  I thought and was planning old age with him.  Now that I’m planning old age with John, these memories mixed with grief and unthinking fear have often come to a head without warning.

Johns First Trip Out of State

John is divorced (like me and my marriage before Sam) and his kids live in North Carolina with their mother.  Recently he took a two week trip to see them…without me.  I did not have anxiety leading up to his departure, at least none that I could discern, but the evening before he was scheduled to leave, I started to cry and I didn’t stop crying even after he left.  I cried for nearly 18 hours straight convinced that John would never come back.  It was an irrational fear that I could not dislodge with any amount of logic. 

I understood what it was.  I understood where it came from, but nothing could replace it.  When John asked what he could do, I told him I didn’t think there was anything he could do.  I needed to suffer through the fear and dispel it with the fact of his return.   Did it work?  I won’t really know until he has to leave again.

Recovering…?

There are other signs I am still in recovery.  I no longer write every day.  I’ve not been able to finish my works in progress or even edit what I’ve completed.  I haven’t been able to stick to an art project from concept to finish.  My paper supplies like up, but the output has been extraordinarily low.  Not to mention my lack of finished projects made me feel somehow dysfunctional or broken. 

In an attempt to fill in blank spaces with John, I have taken many pictures and produced a Mixbook of our Valentines Day retreat, lots of little scrapbooks for John with a little storyline like comics because I knew her like them.  It helps to fill the spaces I am so, knowingly,  desperate to fill up with memories of John and me. 

Though this is a familiar creativity, it is still not “me.”  Its not what I normally do or did.  Maybe I haven’t found my new normal.  Maybe I am no longer a writer or artist of any kind.  Death claimed my biggest fan and grief killed my muse. 

Eventually I will find a new normal.  My muse may be resurrected, reborn or rebuilt. But there is no question in my mind that grief is a much more potent and long lasting shadow than I suspected or understood.  I don’t want it shadowing me, but the only way to keep it out of the shadows is to expose it to the light. 

So now you know. 

Shame on You…

My friend posted the below (S) in the LDS mid singles group on facebook (yes, I am single now and ‘mid’ aged) and I messaged her telling her how LUCKY I was to have been in a marriage and had a man that exemplified all of the things below.  She said: WE in the singles and divorced group need to hear such things. It will keep our minds directed in the paths we need to go.
So I told her I would come up with a reply.  I’ve pasted it below under her original post.
 
S:
“The counsel from the Apostle Paul is most beautiful and to the point. He said simply, “Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church” (Ephesians 5:25).
“In latter-day revelation the Lord speaks again of this obligation. He said, “Thou shalt love thy wife with all thy heart, and shalt cleave unto her and none else” (D&C 42:22). To my knowledge there is only one other thing in all scripture that we are commanded to love with all our hearts, and that is God Himself. Think what that means!”
“This kind of love can be shown for your wives in so many ways. First and foremost, nothing except God Himself takes priority over your wife in your life—not work, not recreation, not hobbies. Your wife is your precious, eternal helpmate—your companion.”
“What does it mean to love someone with all your heart? It means to love with all your emotional feelings and with all your devotion. Surely when you love your wife with all your heart, you cannot demean her, criticize her, find fault with her, or abuse her by words, sullen behavior, or actions.”
“What does it mean to “cleave unto her”? It means to stay close to her, to be loyal and faithful to her, to communicate with her, and to express your love for her”.22
“Husbands and wives who love each other will find that love and loyalty are reciprocated.”
Teachings of the Presidents of the Church. Ezra Taft Benson
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Noelle C Campbell: My late husband, Sam, was a wonderful example of the above and he did it as much as a non member (he was not a member when we married) as he did as a priesthood holder (We were sealed in Houston, Temple). I think, in part, he worked hard at being a good husband and father (he was a step dad to my children) because he felt this was his chance, his opportunity to prove that he COULD do it DESPITE his disabilities. Sam was deaf and legally blind. ( read this: https://withclosedcaptions.wordpress.com/…/an-hour-in…/ to get an idea of what he would go through in a ‘normal’ day). He had to try really really hard to do anything you and I would consider routine, and he did that, and more for me. I saw all of this. I saw all of the struggles he went through and I knew it.was.for.me. It made me want to be better. A better wife, a better mom, a better woman. I think I did become a better person. Sam always thought I was better than he was, his past was tainted, he said, but I never could agree. His actions spoke so loudly. He worked SO hard. I know that if a deaf blind man can work that hard just for one woman (and though he said I could be the Angelina Jolie of the deafblind world, I know I am just your average pretty, middle aged woman) and his two step children, that much more is expected and indeed required of a fully able man. This is not saying that the ONUS is on you, but really, you should be ashamed of yourself if you can’t do better than a deafblind man…

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And then I cried.

God I love that man.  I talk about him all the time.  Still working slowly on that biography/autobiography.  Sometimes it hits me out of nowhere how much I miss him, like today and everything feels fresh.  Like it just happened yesterday…

The Stories that Brought The Hobbit To Me

My book has been published.  It is available on ebook in Kindle/Nook and also hard copy.  I truly believe that Sam had a hand in this being published and thought if I believed that, I should be offering it on our blog. If you would like a signed copy, send a payment of 12.50 to my paypal address (swampfaye at yahoo dot com) with a note that it is for “Martian Goods”.  If you’d like it personalized, just let me know.  I have a limited amount of copies at the moment, so order yours first!

10704269_10154833485600072_3156196844905254376_oMy handsome son, and the Hobbit’s favorite boy, holding a copy of my book.

lights

Lights were a big theme in my marriage to Sam. Yesterday I took the lights in our room down. It made me emotional and moody the entire day. I tried to explain why to a friend, but Sam said it better:

MagicDoor

Is this not a reason for tears if I shed them? Whether for joy, grief or just pure emotion, the tears are there because the memory is beautiful.

Friends and friendship

I have been repeatedly blessed by friends and friendships,and kudos to the internet for helping me make most of them, actually. Through friendships I have traveled to Ireland, paid for a messy divorce, met a spouse, learned ASL, paid for an unexpected funeral/death, been supported through widowhood, will have a book published and many many MANY more things. I hope I have been a good friend in return. I hope I have paid it forward and backward. I want, more than anything, to be a blessing to my friends.

I feel like I’m starting to come out of the fog of my hobbit’s death.  I know it doesn’t make me miss him less, or love him less, but it does let me feel a little more like myself–and I need that.  I haven’t been able to write for a while now, but I am starting to get back into things that I had set aside because I simply wasn’t myself.

Martian Goods – excerpt in ASL

Thanks to the efforts of my friends, we bring you an excerpt of the story “Martian Goods” (by me) in ASL!! Don’t forget to donate to the kickstarter campaign – follow the link for the video!

Noelle Campbell

Lots of you guys know I was married to a deaf man, and so have done a lot of things and gathered many experiences form within the deaf community.  Some of my characters are inspired by the deaf people I know (and even some of the dreaded CODAs ;P ).  This excerpt below has been interpreted very excellently by Robert Gardner, one of the young men who served a mission to the Fallbrook Deaf Branch and did much service for my husband and I.

 

Please support the kickstarter project and get the rest of the story with a donation: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/skyrocket/martian-goods-and-other-stories/backers

Here is a link to Robert’s Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQgGSmqwKqiZJfXiek86ZHA

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I promise…

I found a copy of Sam’s vows to me when I was going through my manuscripts for Mars.  I don’t believe it was a coincidence.  I believe his hand was in that.  Here are his vows:

I, Sam, want you, Noelle
To be my wife,
To have and to hold
From this day forward;
For better or for worse,
For richer or for poorer,
In sickness and in health,
To love and to cherish,
Never to part.

I promise to be faithful to you,
To be with you through the good and bad,
To support you in any way I can,
To live for you or die for you.

Finally, I promise to remember
That God brought us together,
And that I am accountable to Him
To be the best husband and father I can be.

In return, I edited the dedication page for my book to be published soon (see the video for it at: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/skyrocket/martian-goods-and-other-stories )

For Sam

 

You promised to live and die for me,

and here is my vow to you:

I promise that while I live, you will live on

in stories, in tales, as:

Sir Random Loud Noise

aka slyfoot

My hobbit

Patriarch of Calinor

and every hero I create or tell of.

 

You will always be the best man I have ever known.

I love you.