Tag: "Sacrifice"

Maeser building litThis week I gave a tour of the gallery to a friend of mine who goes to massage therapy school and has been working very hard to get an education.  We talked about the sacrifices that some of the early Saints had to make in order to help their children get an education.

I then asked her, “What are some of the sacrifices that you have made in order to get an education?”  Her response was very enlightening.  She had family members telling her to give up because an education just wasn’t for her, that she had spent all of her money on tuition and didn’t even have her own place to live for a while.  However, she felt this sacrifice was worth it in order to get an education.  She feels accomplished knowing that, despite her critics, she was able to stick with a task and accomplish it. All she has left to do now is study and pass her test to complete massage therapy school to get her certificate.

I love asking people what sacrifices they have made for education in their lives.  An education is very important, and I believe it should require some kind of sacrifice from us.  As the hymn “Praise to the Man,” says, “Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven.” When I ask visitors what sacrifices they’ve made for their education, it helps them to see how their sacrifice is worth every bit of it because of the joy they have received and the potential joy they will receive in the future from receiving an education.

This General post was written on March 10, 2014 about .

Upon being accepted into BYU, I made plans to make the journey by car all the way from North Carolina, to Provo. The 2,200 mile trip would pan out to take about 35 hours and would require that I drive through the night and day to complete the trip within 3 days. Although I dreaded the drive, I accepted this fate and bore through it the best I could.

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I recall driving through areas in Nebraska and Wyoming where the only adjustments I made in the car were not in the steering wheel, but in my seat to lay back. The flat and open road soon began to bore me, and I began to complain about my situation.

“Why couldn’t my parents just have flown me out to Utah?” In my bitterness and complaining, I remember that I stared out of the window only to see the open plains that lie ahead of me.

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Flump! I throw myself on the bed.  One midterm and two essays down. Glancing at my alarm clock, I start to calculate: 5 hours till I wake up. My nose peaks over the edge of the bed. It’s sitting there staring at me from the top of a pile of books. I’ll skip-just for tonight. I turn off the lights: I’ll read tomorrow night. A minute slips by. I guess I could read it tomorrow during dinner. Ten minutes slip by.  I could even read it tomorrow at lunch. Twenty minutes slip by. I could always read it at breakfast. Thirty minutes slip by. Or I could just read it now! I reach to the side of my bed to grab the Book of Mormon.

My mother always taught me to respect the scriptures: never throw them, put them on the floor, or ignore them – so many people have sacrificed so much for us to have them. Read more

Becca Snyder, After Eve Gallery Talks

I had the great opportunity to be part of the After Eve art exhibition, both as a designer and as an artist. This experience has given me a great deal of time to ponder womanhood, education, and the light of the gospel.

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