Popcorn Here

I cried when we came over the hill and could see the valley lights.

I cried to hear my children squeal as they realized we were here.

I cried to watch them in their little duck line, walk down the sidewalk to the temple.

We are here.

This weekend is six years since I was baptized, and four years since I came here last for my mission.

It was here that I was again promised a kind husband, and children, and that we would return here for more instruction and another blessing.

And now here we are.

I cried to crawl back into the trailer and see popcorn waiting for me.

I didn’t share.

I brought the kids in one at a time, just to control the chaos, and got them changed and their prayers said and tucked into their sleeping bags.

I brought the baby in, gave her medicine, changed her, changed her oxygen tubes, and plugged her in to the concentrator.  I got her fed, and Nathan got her down.

Then I curled up with him, this man promised to me who has been so kind and patient these four long days.  He takes such good care of me, and I wonder who takes care of him? He is an example to me, and I am really glad he doesn’t like popcorn.

I am awake far too late, but my fever was hot and my bones on fire and my stomach unsettled, and it was better to get everyone down and sleeping and then deal with me.

I am nervous for tomorrow night, and a little bit overwhelmed.

But it is good and right to be here, and to be here now, and to report back with my very own family.

We are miracles all of us, and we may have come by van instead of handcart, but I feel so weary and so just-in-time obedient that it weakens me and humbles me and I fall at His feet in both prayer and gratitude.

It doesn’t matter the mess that we are, only that we are here.

And that popcorn was waiting.


About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.


Popcorn Here — 2 Comments

  1. You are a wonderful blessing to me. Your such a great example. Your blog is an answer to prayer; helping me get through my own trials. Truly an answer to prayer. Thanks be to our Heavenly Father who loves us all so much.