Several times this week I've awakened with one of my favorite Bible stories on my mind. Gee, I wonder if someone is trying to give me a message? I think I even know what the message is, but first a brief review.
The story is the story of the loaves and the fishes. It's actually recorded in all four Gospels. It goes something like this. Jesus and his desciples have traveled outside of the city limits for some quality solitary time. But people have witnessed them leave and have followed them. We're not talking a handful here, we're talking thousands of people. They all want to hear what Jesus has to say. They want to hear his stories and listen to his words. They want to be emotionally and spiritually fed. In their haste they did not prepare for the day.
This isn't hard to imagine. If a crowd of teenage girls saw the cast of the Twilight movies walking down the street they'd rush after them for as far as they could, just for the chance to see them, or talk to them. They wouldn't stop for dinner at McDonald's they'd just rush along, trying to keep up.
That's how this crowd was. So, night is drawing nigh. Dusk is fast approaching and Jesus realizes that these thousands of people have not brought food with them. In his concern he asks his disciples if they have any food to share. They assure him there is none. No one planned on 5000 plus guests. The only thing they can find is one young boy with a basket holding 5 loaves and 2 fishes. The disciples are troubled as there is clearly not enough food. But Jesus simply looks up towards heaven, blesses the food and breaks it into baskets and instructs the disciples to gather the people together in order and pass the baskets around. At the end, they collect 12 baskets of leftovers and 5000 men beside women and children are fed. A short time later, this miracle is repeated in much the same way for 4000.
The miracle is that all those people could be fed. But there's so much more to this story. The miracle is that someone was willing to share all he had. But there's so much more to this story. For me, the miracle is that the Lord took all the boy had to offer and increased his capacity to give more.
There's a key here for all of us. So many people I know and love are feeling over-extended at the moment. They feel as if they rush from fire to fire putting one out just in time to address the next one. They fear that in the end, in spite of giving all they have to give that it won't be enough and they will fail somewhere. That's a feeling I've dealt with often. Sometimes, I'm sure I'll break just trying to keep it all together. Life is filled with pressing expectations that demand our attention. We'll fail because it's too much for us to carry.
Actually, we'll fail, because we think we have to carry it all alone.
There is nothing in this life we deal with that the Lord does not stand by willing to help us. All we have to do is ask. All we have to do is show him our little basket with 5 loaves and 2 fishes and acknowledge that we're giving all we have but it's not enough. That's when he'll step in with the miracle. That's when he'll increase our capacity to give. The demands will not be lessened. Over 5000 people still needed to be fed. You will still be expected to do your part. The basket of loaves and fishes was still required. But your capacity will be increased. Your ability to complete your tasks will be magnified. Your potential for reaching farther than you thought possible will be increased. I've been blessed with this miracle often and every time it amazes and humbles me.
The miracle is the Lord took all the boy offered and magnified his capacity to give more. He will do the same for you, if you but ask.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Call Me Unashamedly Patriotic
It's safe to say - our family is patriotic. Ask any one of us what our favorite holiday is and its a good bet you'll hear, "Independence Day."
We're proud to be Americans and we have gratitude filled hearts for the men and women who serve to defend and protect our freedom.
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| Photo by Bryan F. Tidlund Idaho Falls, Idaho 4 July 2012 |
We love fireworks and the National Anthem and our flag. It's not about picnics and parades, it's sacred. It's about liberty and independence and understanding the sacrifices that have been made so we can live the way we choose. Our roots trace back through every war this country has been engaged in. Our ancestor patriots fought for the right to pursue life, liberty, and happiness in a God-fearing and free country. You could say it's in our cellular memory to love and revere this country and the freedoms it provides. Stand beside us when we're singing the National Anthem and you'll probably discover we're just a little teary. It may be cliche' but it's us!
We take the pursuit of happiness very seriously, so it's not every day I get all fired up about something. I'm truly a pretty chill individual. But mess with my flag and I get a little over-heated. This past weekend we drove past a business in West Yellowstone that had posted a line of altered American flags. They clearly felt they were being patriotic by blending images of what they were passionate about overlaid on the flag they love. Sadly, their actions were inappropriate. It got me a little agitated, I'm not gonna lie.
Far too often of late I have driven by businesses and seen the flag of the United States desecrated with some form of advertising overlaying the flag. Or I've seen people in parades wearing shirts obviously cut from a flag. Or I've seen the flag altered so a logo can reside where the field of blue should be. Clever, gimmicky, perhaps even fueled by well meaning intent, but desecration none the less.
Elsewhere, I've driven by businesses, schools, churches and more who are flying a flag that is faded, tattered, and torn. I've seen flags posted and unlit, left standing alone in the dark. Call me unashamedly patriotic - I love our flag. I love our country. I love our troops. I love everything our flag symbolizes and when it is defaced I feel sick inside. Don't misunderstand. This is not a diatribe against any one particular person, political party, or organization. This is simply a plea for Americans to remember and display an ongoing respect for Old Glory.
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| US Marine Memorial (Iwo Jima) Arlington Cemetery, Washington DC |
I have a friend who drove past a local high school and saw the stripes of their flag were starting to separate. She didn't just tell them to replace it, she went out and bought them a new flag and hand delivered it; then asked them to respectfully discard of the old one. Her action took my breath away. Can you imagine the impact if we all acted in such a way?
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| Photo by Taunalee Clark BYU Idaho - 11 September 2012 |
Honor, cherish, and protect our flag!
In the spirit of 'knowledge is power' here's some links for your review.
We all learned about flag codes and etiquette in grade school, but if all that knowledge has begun to fade you can read up on it here: http://uscode.house.gov/download/pls/04C1.txt
Did you know you can purchase a flag that has flown over the US capital? You can even request the day it's flown. I've done it. We fly a flag that was posted on our wedding anniversary. (3 July) We gave such a flag to my parents as well. I love it. This is a quality flag with embroidered stars and stitched stripes - pure class. You can purchase your own flag this way. Go to this website to find out how: http://www.usflag.org/capitol.flag.html
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| Photo by Rachel Clark Idaho Falls Parade 4 July 2012 |
Eventually, flags need to be retired. This symbol of freedom and liberty must be discarded with the utmost respect. Here's how to make sure you're honoring the flag you retire. From USA FLAG SITE:
http://www.usa-flag-site.org/forum/proper-flag-disposal-964.htmlThere are several ways in which you may give your American flag the proper retirement without showing disgrace to this great country. If you would like to dispose of the flag yourself then the most fitting way is to hold your own, private ceremony. The U.S. Flag Code states, "The flag, when it is in such a condition that it is no longer a fitting emblem for display, should be destroyed in a dignified way, preferable by burning." After your flag has been burned, the ashes should be buried. If you cannot burn and bury the flag yourself, then there are several organizations that will retire your flag in a proper and respectful ceremony. Among them are:
VFW @ vfw.org
American Legion @ legion.org
Boy Scouts of America @ scouting.org
Girl Scouts of America @ girlscouts.org
Marine Corps League @ mcleague.com
Contact one of the organizations obove and they will be able to direct you to a local post, troop or location near you.
~ May God Bless America ~
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Utah this weekend!
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SAD BREAKING NEWS: (Pun intended) My brakes failed - I've had to cancel.
Please go to these events and enjoy them anyway!!!
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| A Tale from the Decameron by John William Waterhouse 1916 |
I'm telling stories at the Utah Valley Renaissance Faire (in costume) at the Timpanogos Park in Provo Canyon from 11 - 12 am this Friday the 21st.
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| Pioneer Children of my gr. gr. grandma, Catharine Houtz Boyer Lydia Meleta, Francis Christian, Mariah Catherine John Sell, Emma Elisabeth, Philip Henry |
Friday Evening they are offering some evening activities for Families. I'll be leading a hands-on workshop on family memory at 6:15 pm and performing an hour of family friendly stories at 7:30 pm.
I'll be a part of the keynote panel and presenting two workshops on Saturday morning as well.
I'd love to see you at any of these events!
If you want more information about the Renaissance Faire go here: http://utahvalleyrenaissancefaire.com/tickets/
If you want more information about the UGA Conference go here: http://www.infouga.org/aem.php?eid=5
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Gold Star Mother Tea
It's no secret I love what I do. There is an indescribable satisfaction that comes to my heart when I am able to share stories with others. You can't see it, but there's a heart line that forms between the listener and teller that bonds them together during the story. The storyteller is no longer simply telling a story, the storyteller and listener are sharing an experience. The experience refills my soul every time. I always feel blessed when I am invited to partake of such a moment.
Yesterday, however, the blessing went beyond the norm. I was invited to share a story at a Gold Star Mothers tea presented at The Stillwater est. 1997. The gold star represents those who have lost a son or daughter in battle. Every guest at the tea was someone who had experienced such a loss. Miss Tonia had told me that she had felt a tangible reverence as she had been preparing for the tea, so I thought I knew how I would feel. In truth, I didn't have a clue.
The emotion in the room was palatable. Pride, pain, peace, anger, ache, longing, celebration, love, wisdom, support, yearning, satisfaction - I could go on and on - it all swirled through the room. As I looked into the eyes of my listeners I realized I may have an academic understanding of the last 10+ years of war our country has been engaged in, but it's all been sterilized somehow. But yesterday, I felt the emotions these people carry in their hearts each and every day. Reverence is an understatement.
In truth I felt reverence and so much more. I also felt an overwhelming wave of pride and shame.
Pride because our nation has a completely volunteer army. There are those who claim this negates the honor somehow, as if they are all mercenaries, not patriots. Nothing could be further from the truth. A sentiment I heard voiced over and over is that these warriors were there because they felt it was where they should be. One mother shared the peace she felt from a picture of her son taken just the day before he died. The image is of children reaching out to her son [in full battle array] with obvious gratitude on their faces. The son's arm is outstretched back to the children, the look on his face is one of pure love and joy. A burned out building creates a stunning backdrop to the image. She declared the picture brought comfort because it reminded her that he was where he knew he was supposed to be serving to make the world a better place for those children and for all of us.

Shame because as a nation we've turned this into a silent war. We support the troops, we put the yellow ribbons on our cars and we thank those in uniform we see....but what of those we lose? Someone expressed to me the helplessness she feels when she sees the gold star. "I don't know what to say, nothing I say will help them, so I say nothing." I don't think she is alone in her discomfort. Can you imagine the deafening silence such an act creates in the lives of those who mourn a soldier?
I read an article yesterday that declared on average we've lost a soldier a day. Statistically, that's a dramatic improvement over the losses our nation suffered in past wars, but statistics mean nothing to the families of those dead soldiers.
I was deeply honored to spend time with these valiant survivors. The last Sunday in September is Gold Star Mother's Day in the United States. I'm pretty certain it wouldn't be too hard to find such a mother, sister, brother, father, wife, husband, cousin, or friend, near you. It seems to me a hug and a 'thank you' is a good place to begin to break the silence. Ask them to share their story. Let them tell you about their fallen hero, I promise as you listen you'll discover a heart line forming a bond for you both.
To learn more about the Gold Star Moms organization visit:
http://www.goldstarmoms.com/
http://www.goldstarmoms.com/whoweare/history/history.htm
Yesterday, however, the blessing went beyond the norm. I was invited to share a story at a Gold Star Mothers tea presented at The Stillwater est. 1997. The gold star represents those who have lost a son or daughter in battle. Every guest at the tea was someone who had experienced such a loss. Miss Tonia had told me that she had felt a tangible reverence as she had been preparing for the tea, so I thought I knew how I would feel. In truth, I didn't have a clue.
The emotion in the room was palatable. Pride, pain, peace, anger, ache, longing, celebration, love, wisdom, support, yearning, satisfaction - I could go on and on - it all swirled through the room. As I looked into the eyes of my listeners I realized I may have an academic understanding of the last 10+ years of war our country has been engaged in, but it's all been sterilized somehow. But yesterday, I felt the emotions these people carry in their hearts each and every day. Reverence is an understatement.
In truth I felt reverence and so much more. I also felt an overwhelming wave of pride and shame.
Pride because our nation has a completely volunteer army. There are those who claim this negates the honor somehow, as if they are all mercenaries, not patriots. Nothing could be further from the truth. A sentiment I heard voiced over and over is that these warriors were there because they felt it was where they should be. One mother shared the peace she felt from a picture of her son taken just the day before he died. The image is of children reaching out to her son [in full battle array] with obvious gratitude on their faces. The son's arm is outstretched back to the children, the look on his face is one of pure love and joy. A burned out building creates a stunning backdrop to the image. She declared the picture brought comfort because it reminded her that he was where he knew he was supposed to be serving to make the world a better place for those children and for all of us.

Shame because as a nation we've turned this into a silent war. We support the troops, we put the yellow ribbons on our cars and we thank those in uniform we see....but what of those we lose? Someone expressed to me the helplessness she feels when she sees the gold star. "I don't know what to say, nothing I say will help them, so I say nothing." I don't think she is alone in her discomfort. Can you imagine the deafening silence such an act creates in the lives of those who mourn a soldier?
I read an article yesterday that declared on average we've lost a soldier a day. Statistically, that's a dramatic improvement over the losses our nation suffered in past wars, but statistics mean nothing to the families of those dead soldiers.
I was deeply honored to spend time with these valiant survivors. The last Sunday in September is Gold Star Mother's Day in the United States. I'm pretty certain it wouldn't be too hard to find such a mother, sister, brother, father, wife, husband, cousin, or friend, near you. It seems to me a hug and a 'thank you' is a good place to begin to break the silence. Ask them to share their story. Let them tell you about their fallen hero, I promise as you listen you'll discover a heart line forming a bond for you both.
To learn more about the Gold Star Moms organization visit:
http://www.goldstarmoms.com/
http://www.goldstarmoms.com/whoweare/history/history.htm
Monday, July 23, 2012
World of Storytelling Radio
Exciting things are happening in the world of storytelling!
Not the least of which is the global outreach of A World of Storytelling Radio.
All over the world - any time - day or night - folks are tuning in to listen to stories! You can too.
Would you rather curl up with a good book?
You'll find a few of my stories in the new book, Value Stories for a Young Woman. This is the kind of book that's perfect for road trips and lazy summer afternoons. The book is full of inspiring stand-alone stories all carefully selected and crafted to strengthen moral courage.
Available from http://deseretbook.com/Value-Stories-Young-Woman-Marilyn-O-Diehl/i/5085535
Not the least of which is the global outreach of A World of Storytelling Radio.
All over the world - any time - day or night - folks are tuning in to listen to stories! You can too.
Simply visit: http://www.live365.com/stations/storytellingradio
And now, I'm thrilled to announce, when you tune in to A World of Storytelling Radio, you may just get to hear one of my stories off my 2012 CD release, Wears Like Iron.Would you rather curl up with a good book?
You'll find a few of my stories in the new book, Value Stories for a Young Woman. This is the kind of book that's perfect for road trips and lazy summer afternoons. The book is full of inspiring stand-alone stories all carefully selected and crafted to strengthen moral courage.
Available from http://deseretbook.com/Value-Stories-Young-Woman-Marilyn-O-Diehl/i/5085535
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Heart to Heart
The stories featured on Wears Like Iron are all about generations connecting heart to heart. I crafted them imagining families bonding and snuggling closer as they listened. Yesterday, I experienced a gift of Grace as I witnessed just that. Four generations were represented in my audience. (As well as some inquisitive wild life.)
That spells P-E-R-F-E-C-T for me!
Tonia, my dear friend, and proprietor of the Stillwater Mansion, created a magical space for the sharing of my tales. My love of nature, people, story, and God were all beautifully represented and honored in her garden sanctuary. Consequently the afternoon felt more like a blessing than performance and my audience felt more like family.

Whenever I tell a story I feel as if I am fulfilling a calling. For whatever reason I believe I've been given this gift to help bring light and wonder more fully present into this world. I always feel satisfaction after I've told.
But yesterday was extra-ordinary, what I thought was a gift to others was actually a gift to myself.
The afternoon was renewing, affirming, enlightening, and motivating. I felt closer to those I have lost. I saw the impact of my words on the hearts of my listeners with deeper clarity. I felt embraced and carried. I felt validated and assured I should continue on.
I am left invigorated and grateful...and filled with longing to do it all again! If you weren't with us - I missed you. Tonia's garden is waiting - let me know when you want to play.
By the way - I'm leaving my CD special open for a week. It's the best way I can think of to share the joy. Just click on the Buy Now button within my last post.
That spells P-E-R-F-E-C-T for me!
Tonia, my dear friend, and proprietor of the Stillwater Mansion, created a magical space for the sharing of my tales. My love of nature, people, story, and God were all beautifully represented and honored in her garden sanctuary. Consequently the afternoon felt more like a blessing than performance and my audience felt more like family.
Whenever I tell a story I feel as if I am fulfilling a calling. For whatever reason I believe I've been given this gift to help bring light and wonder more fully present into this world. I always feel satisfaction after I've told.
But yesterday was extra-ordinary, what I thought was a gift to others was actually a gift to myself.
The afternoon was renewing, affirming, enlightening, and motivating. I felt closer to those I have lost. I saw the impact of my words on the hearts of my listeners with deeper clarity. I felt embraced and carried. I felt validated and assured I should continue on.
I am left invigorated and grateful...and filled with longing to do it all again! If you weren't with us - I missed you. Tonia's garden is waiting - let me know when you want to play.
By the way - I'm leaving my CD special open for a week. It's the best way I can think of to share the joy. Just click on the Buy Now button within my last post.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
CD Release Party Special
Hey!
Wishing you could come to Idaho Falls for the "official" release party of my new CD, Wears Like Iron, but you simply can't? Well - you can still get in on the release party price. Click the button and order today. Hurry - this post will disappear come Monday, June 18th.
Help spread the word and bring some friends. Plan to come!!! The performance is FREE.
Saturday 16 June
2:00 PM
387 North Water
Idaho Falls, Idaho
The Stillwater Mansion Est. 1997 presents:
Teresa Clark telling stories from her new CD, Wears Like Iron.
There's nothing that compares to hearing a live storytelling performance. Come hear Teresa share the tracks from her latest CD surrounded by the victorian ambiance of the Stillwater.
RSVP 208-200-4473
Wishing you could come to Idaho Falls for the "official" release party of my new CD, Wears Like Iron, but you simply can't? Well - you can still get in on the release party price. Click the button and order today. Hurry - this post will disappear come Monday, June 18th.
Help spread the word and bring some friends. Plan to come!!! The performance is FREE.
Saturday 16 June
2:00 PM
387 North Water
Idaho Falls, Idaho
The Stillwater Mansion Est. 1997 presents:
Teresa Clark telling stories from her new CD, Wears Like Iron.
There's nothing that compares to hearing a live storytelling performance. Come hear Teresa share the tracks from her latest CD surrounded by the victorian ambiance of the Stillwater.
RSVP 208-200-4473
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