Mirror Image: The Curse of Being Human

Tuesday, February 19, 2013
    I get bugged sometimes. I'm not talking the "pet peeve" bug status... like the inward struggle I have not to scream every time someone cuts the corner when they turn left, or the the way my stomach churns when Pink comes on the radio. I'm talking that kind of bugged when you want to grab someones face and yell "WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?!" Okay I would never grab someones face and yell at them, but some people do things that just make me think, human nature SUCKS.

     You know what I think bugs me the most about human nature? We all get caught using it sometimes. I would like to be able to say that I don't ever get frustrated, upset, angry, bitter, jealous, or any other negative emotion life can force on someone. But, I do. We all do. I try to avoid these emotions as much as possible, or at least mask them and control the urge to use them in a negative way. And, many times I succeed. But I also fail.

    I think that one thing all of us are guilty of is judging the mirror image we see of people. Think about it... You see someone who is dressed up nice walking to their nice car, what do you think? Probably something along the lines of, "wow they must have their ish figured out, he/she is probably a lawyer, or executive." Then on the flip side you see a family at the grocery store, whose kids all dirty from head to toe and the mothers outfit is warn and her hair is greasy, and I bet you think to yourself, "She needs to take better care of those kids, and herself." These might be two extremes but I use them to try and make a point. We all judge the book by its cover. Whether we verbalize it or not, we do naturally have the tendency to judge each other.

    But what if you could see the whole picture? What if everyone carried their story on a sign? Would we have more compassion? Would we be more understanding? Would we see people the way we see ourselves? What if everyone you met carried their life around there neck? Would you stop to treat them the way you would want to be treated?

     I have stories no one knows about me. And I guarantee that many of you who read this would be in shock if you knew some of them. I think it's fair to say that everyone has some of these... Those trials, pains, burdens that you cart along all by yourself because there's nothing else you can do. So if someone like me has these stories and someone like you has these stories, isn't it safe to say that every human being has one or more of these stories too? So maybe we need to keep that in mind the next time we judge someone.

     The lady you saw at the grocery store today who was holding up the line you were soooooo over being in, what if around her neck hung the words, "sorry for the wait, I have 8 children and no husband and I'm just trying to get the best deals so I can feed my kids today."

     What if the man who took the last seat left on the bus, requiring you to stand jolting back and forth for 30 minutes, held I sign that said, "I just heard the news that my brother died... It's all I can do to hold myself together right now."

     What if that girl at school who you tried to befriend but who pushed you away leaving you to question why she was so rude, was able to tell you "I'm sorry I don't trust you, I don't trust anyone, I've been abused and put on a face that I don't need anyone else because I'm to scared to ask for help."

     What if the boy at the park, who is severely handicapped could tell you, "I haven't always been this way. I used to play football and go on dates; I used to love a normal life; I used to be able to laugh, joke with my friends , and feed myself before the accident. But now I'm trapped in my own body."

     What if that child who cries and coughs all over you as it's bony body is racked in pain wore I shirt that said, "I'm sorry I coughed on you, I never know what will happen next, I used to be healthy, I used to be able to control my health."

     What if the young mother, who cries silently at the park as you pass with you baby in its stroller could open her mind so you could see her very thoughts, "I watch you with your child and long for my own, who died before I could even say hello as I looked in its perfect eyes."

     Would you judge less?

     I would.

     So why don't we stop our judging because people you meet every day have these stories. And we don't need to read a sign to reach our to our brother or sister.... Or do we?

     Human nature: one of our biggest tests. Because if we can overcome the tendency to think of ourselves first, to judge, to hate, to hold a grudge, to push away a family member, to make assumptions, to not let go... We are letting down the God who created us. None of us our perfect, but we can sure as heck do better than we are doing, and I'm talking about myself too.

     So when the sun rises in your life, remember someone somewhere in the world just had the sun set in theirs.

     Smile a little more, be patient, let that car merge over, give someone your place in line, hug your family, play catch with your little boy, give your seat to a stranger, and above all don't judge someone you don't understand.



I think I'm starting to understand life...

Welp. It's official! Natasha Craig is with child. (i.e. prego, pea in the pod, bun in the oven...you get the idea). Let me tell ya something, this baby business is some crazy stuff. I never thought I would be having my first kid at the age of 20. I always figured that I would get married, finish my degree, hang out a bit with my hubby and THEN have kids.

I could not have been more stupid.

Me and Ash are taking a marriage institute class, and it's changed my perspective on a lot of things. Not that I would say I didn't have good goals and aspirations and understanding before I took this class, cuz I did. But I would say I was a little naive... To what life's all about.

I had this picture of life. You know, those thoughts we let circulate through our heads about why things are the way they are, or what something means, or why we are here or there, and with all the circulating we come to a conclusion. This conclusion is our perception based on our thoughts that are compiled based off our life experience... Blah blah blah you get the point. My point is that despite the fact that I'm a good person, some of my perceptions were a little "off" about life.

So God is sitting there going over his children's plans and opens up the "Book of Natasha" and says, "I think it's time I teach my daughter a little about life... Bless her heart." And that's exactly what he did.

He taught me in all my quests to follow his plan, I was disregarding (or I guess setting on the back burner) his biggest plan of all.

I call this a reality check.

So what am I even saying? I'm saying that I was blind. Blinded by life and image and degrees and the whole world in general. I didn't understand heaven because I was to caught up in "life". God had it all planned out though, because I was blessed with my little baby, before I really understood what a blessing that it was.

Our lesson in institute was on *drumroll* multiplying and replenishing the earth. Going into this lesson I understood how important families are, I had every desire and plan to have a family, I knew how important families were to Gods plan. I was planning on finishing up school then starting my family, after all we are told to get all the education we can as women and men right? So in my mind, I had it figured out pretty good.


There is NOTHING so critical and crucial to our salvation as bringing children into homes where they are born in the covenant and raising them in the gospel. Our whole eternity depends on this. Any measure to prevent or limit a soul is complete selfishness and one who possesses such selfishness is not worthy of exaltation.

It's a big deal!!

That being said, through the course of reading a bunch of quotes on the subject and the importance of the role of husbands and wives to be parents my eyes were opened and I am officially on the course to being the best mother to all the children I am blessed to have. There is no greater call then to be a mother. I mean, you literally get to teach and raise heavenly spirits to be like God. I am so glad that I get to start this journey early in my life, and that I got my reality check early in my marriage so I didn't miss out of these blessings.

I cannot wait to welcome lil baby Craig to our family.

“During my professional career as a doctor of medicine, I was occasionally asked why I chose to do that difficult work. I responded with my opinion that the highest and noblest work in this life is that of a mother. Since that option was not available to me, I thought that caring for the sick might come close. I tried to care for my patients as compassionately and competently as Mother cared for me.

Many years ago the First Presidency issued a statement that has had a profound and lasting influence upon me. “Motherhood,” they wrote, “is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.

Because mothers are essential to God’s great plan of happiness, their sacred work is opposed by Satan, who would destroy the family and demean the worth of women.” Russell M. Nelson, “Our Sacred Duty to Honor Women,” Ensign, May 1999, 38


Friday, February 15, 2013
    Alright, before you read anything on this blog, let's get one thing straight:

I don't claim to know everything about life. 

    I mean, come on people. I still haven't figured out why no matter how many times I have walked down stairs, I still lose my step and fall now and then.... or why, even though I know bleach turns a red shirt yellow, I still find myself pulling out tie dye shirts from the dryer. I still don't understand how a 4.0 student can wind up having so many blond moments, or what is wrong about eating pizza with a fork. So I guess what I am trying to tell you is I am just a human trying to do the best with my life, and along the way I find I learn some pretty neat things about what works and what doesn't. So take my thoughts or leave them, enjoy them or be bored by them, use them or ignore them, love them or hate them, give me a chance, and you might be surprised by what you learn from a silly, love-struck, average, american girl.