Friday, December 12, 2014

On Being 33, Mormon and Single

I originally wrote this piece in March 2013 for an institute class assignment on Why I Believe. It was partly inspired as a response to a poignant NYTimes Modern Love Column entitled Single, Female, Mormon, Alone. Processing, writing and sharing these thoughts has been transformative for me.


My brother who is nine years younger than me got married over Christmas. It was the first time all four of the Nuckols kids had been home together for Christmas in over five years. It was a time of rejoicing and fun, but there were still a couple hard moments for me. One was during my 20-year-old sister-in-law’s bridal shower where I felt like all the older women looked upon me with sadness and pity and all the younger girls looked up at me with dread thinking, “Oh man, I hope that’s never me!”


This moment triggered a little hissy fit with God. “I don’t understand! I don’t get it!” I screamed in my head. I was taught that if I didn’t date before I was 16, if I kept the law of chastity and if I was an obedient missionary, then You would bless me with a husband and a family! How is it that so many of the "rebellious" girls I've known have been blessed with what I worked so hard to deserve? How is it that some of the men I have known who have left trails of pain and betrayal behind them have had all their romantic dreams come true? Where is the karma in that?


Please don’t let people tell me that if I don’t marry and have kids in this life, then I can receive that blessing in the next. To me that sounds like my best chance for fulfilling my dreams is to go and get hit by a bus. The alternative is 50 more years of living alone, without sex, without romantic love, without children, and with pity from all. While I do believe that this life is just one moment in my existence and that in the end, You will make everything right, just waiting for blessings for the next life is a horrible way to have to live this life.


Also, why have You given me a commandment that is essential to my exaltation that seems so out of my power to keep? This key to my “fullness of joy” is completely dependent on someone else’s agency, as well as on my own random feelings of attraction and chemistry that seem so impossible to predict or control.  


So, there you have it: the gist of my hissy fit. I have had fits like this before, and I’m sure that I will have more like it again, but I have learned how to get myself out of that dark, bitter place and how to have peace.


The first thing that I remember is that God doesn’t owe me anything. When I start to spiral down with thoughts of why not me? Why her? I realize how prideful and entitled I sound. Because I am not getting what I think I deserve, I start to resent God. But the reality is that I am less than the dust of the earth. I am a fallen, mortal woman. As King Benjamin so artfully explained, I am already in debt to Him for my life and for the air that I breathe and for the great gift of the Atonement. Every time He blesses me, I become more in debt to Him. Instead of resentment, I owe Him gratitude.


On the other hand, God does tell us that He is bound when we do what He says, that all blessings are predicated upon obedience and that He will keep His promises to us. I think that this is another one of God’s great paradoxes: He does keep His promises to me, yet at the same time, He doesn’t owe me. Most importantly, the way that He fulfills His promises may not be in ways that I expect or understand. I can not dictate to Him how or when He will bless me.


I have also been able to progress from my youthful sense of doing what is right in order to get what I want, to a sense of doing what is right because it is the right thing to do. I want to be obedient because I love feeling spiritually connected to God, not because I am hoping for some specific reward.   


Another thing that gives me greater perspective is remembering that the purpose of life is to be refined. When Sister Oaks spoke at a broadcast a couple years ago, I thought about what my life would be like if, like her, I didn't marry until my 50's and remained faithful and devoted in the Church until then. It struck me what a refining and purifying experience it would be to work to keep feelings of resentment, bitterness, and hopeless at bay for the next 20 years. It would be a very long and intense exercise in fostering gratitude, humility and hope.


In the church, we are frequently told that our greatest purpose on earth, the best and most useful thing we could ever do is to have a family. However I think that our true purpose on earth is to have our natures changed so that we become more like Christ. The family is a great training ground for putting off the natural man: sacrificing for and loving children and a spouse can change and refine your character if you let it. Ultimately celestial marriage is a necessary component to exaltation, but there are other ways for us to learn and to grow and to become who God wants us to become outside of marriage. I am confident that God will give us the opportunities for refinement that we need in this life in order to reach our individual potential.


The third thing that helps me to stay focused is remembering that life is not perfect. The scriptures are full of stories of righteous people who suffered and never had their dream life. Yet a lot of modern-day Mormon stories that we hear in conference or read in the Ensign all have happy endings. There is a subtext to these stories that if you are a good Mormon, then you too can have a happy, wealthy, well-coiffed, well-dressed family. But the older I get, the more I see good, righteous people not living the idyllic life they dreamed of.


When I step back and see the way in which every life has its trials and its disappointments and its heartaches and its un-hoped for and unwanted circumstances, I feel less alone. I feel part of the great, mortal human family. You can’t have kids. You have an addiction. Your husband betrayed you. Your child has a disability. This all kind of sucks, but we agreed to come to this fallen challenging world. What can we to do grow from our circumstances and experience joy in this life?


I also draw strength from moments of comfort and reassurance from God. One day, when I was a 6th grade teacher, I had a student who kept raising her hand and asking to go to the bathroom in the middle of the lesson. I didn’t want her to miss some key moments of instruction, and I knew that I would be done soon, so I told her no. She kept on pestering me until I looked directly at her and said, “Shauna. At the appropriate time, I will let you go the bathroom.” As I firmly said those words, a line from my patriarchal blessing jumped into my mind: “At the appropriate time in your life, you will fulfill the secret desires of your heart.” In that moment, I understood those words in a whole new way. There may be something that I want really really badly right now - the same way my student really really wanted to go to the bathroom - but God is my teacher and He knows what is best for me and when it will be the optimal time to respond to my requests. Elder Scott said, “With even your strongest faith, God will not always reward you immediately according to your desires. Rather, God will respond with what in His eternal plan is best for you, when it will yield the greatest advantage.”


A couple years ago, I was struggling with a relationship that I had been very hopeful about but that seemed to be stalling out. I was frustrated and discouraged, and one Sunday morning I was listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing “I believe in Christ.” They were singing the last verse with the very dramatic buildup to the line “His voice is heard: YE SHALL OBTAIN!” I felt the Spirit so strongly in that moment witness to me that yes, I will obtain. Even then, I had the foresight to recognize that I may not obtain that particular boy (which clearly, I didn’t), but I felt God’s comfort and awareness of me. I don’t when or how I “will obtain,” but these moments of reassurance give me the courage to keep on in faith.


Finally, I take inspiration from Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego. In a conference talk in 2004, Elder Simmons quoted them telling King Nebuchadnezzar in Daniel 3:17-18 that “If it be so [that you cast us into the furnace], our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand. But if not, … we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.”


The key phrase in that verse is “but if not.” They had faith that God could and would deliver them, but even if He didn’t, they promised to remain true. Their faith was not based on a particular outcome, but was based in complete trust in Jesus Christ.


Elder Simmons concluded his talk by making modern-day parallels to that verse of scripture: “Our God has the power to deliver us from sickness and disease, but if not … . He has the power to deliver us from loneliness, depression, or fear, but if not. … He will deliver us from death or impairment of loved ones, but if not.... We will receive a perfect companion and righteous and obedient children, but if not, … we will have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, knowing that if we do all we can do, we will, in His time and in His way, be delivered and receive all that He has.

When I die -- whether I get hit by a bus or not -- I want to die as a woman of God. I want to come out of mortality not jaded and bitter and resentful, but humble, grateful and full of love. No matter my trial, no matter my disappointments, no matter my sense of injustice about this mortal life, I want to remain a woman of faith.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Trader Joe's - Bringing People Together




I almost broke into an ecstasy-induced panic when I walked into Trader Joe's this week and saw that all their holiday fare had arrived: peppermint joe joe's, dark chocolate stars, books of dark chocolate bars from around the world, multi-flavored caramels, peppermint bark, tri-colored cubes of fudge.

I was like a kid in a candy store. Except that I'm an adult, and I couldn't figure out how I could purchase and eat all of these items without getting sick. I ended up settling on a box of dark chocolate star cookies and a slab of chocolate bark -- assuring myself that this was only the beginning.

The elevator ride to the parking garage seemed too long to wait, so I opened up my box of dark chocolate stars and announced to the other four people in the elevator how excited I was to have these seasonal favorites back again.

One of the women responded, "Oh, I just got the mint version of the chocolate stars. Have you tried those?"
Me: "No, I haven't!"
Woman in elevator: "Here, let me give you one."

She rips open her box, and then the older couple next to me say that they have never tried either version of these cookies.

Suddenly we're all sharing and sampling and eating and rejoicing together in the goodness that is Trader Joe's.

All this transpired in the one-floor elevator ride between the parking garage and the store. Time must have stood still for us.

Thanks, TJ's, for bringing strangers together one chocolate star at a time.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

And the winner is...


Thank you everyone so much for your support and encouragement!

I was so overwhelmed by the number of blog, email and facebook responses. I have the best friends.

If you didn't win - don't worry - you can still get the book on amazon (and on kindle!) or at deseretbook.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Do Not Attempt In Heels book release and giveaway


I wrote a chapter in a book that is going to be published next week! The book is a compilation of essays written by and for sister missionaries and is called Do Not Attempt in Heels.

My chapter is called The First Three Months: Diary of a Greenie, and it chronicles my struggles adjusting to missionary life through my journal entries. 

My hope is that it will help future missionaries know that it's OK if you don't fall in love with your mission right away. Even though I had wanted to be a missionary my whole life, even though I had worked hard to prepare, and even though I had already lived abroad and learned a new language before, the first three months of my mission kicked my butt. Because I was under the illusion that everyone loved every moment of their mission, I felt really guilty about it. Hopefully this chapter will help dispel that myth.

The books' editors are Elise Babbel, a friend of mine from college, and Jenn Rockwood, a family friend from growing up. I was so excited when Elise asked me if I would be willing to write a chapter, and even more excited when they accepted my submission.

I'm going to do a book giveaway here on my blog on our release day, Tuesday Feb 11th. To enter the giveaway, just leave a comment, any comment! Just make sure that your comment has a name on it and isn't "anonymous," so that I know how to track you down if you are the winner. 

On Tuesday, February 11th, I will video myself doing the drawing and then post the video and the results. Good luck! 

Here are some other ways you can help spread excitement around the release:

- pre-order the book for $11.99 on amazon here
- like our facebook page here
- check out the official website here
- spread the word to your family and friends
- stay tuned for our official book trailer video, and then help it go viral

This book is perfect for women who are considering whether or not to go on a mission, women who are on a mission, women who have served missions or anyone who is curious about the sister missionary experience. 

The book will also be available for purchase at Desert Book stores and Seagull Book stores and on their respective websites www.deseretbook.com and www.seagullbook.com.

Here are the first five journal entires from the beginning of my chapter. To see what happens with my next companion, what happens when I have an allergic reaction to mangoes, and whether or not I finally figure it all out, you'll have to get the book! 


Tuesday, July 16, 2002

Sister Nuckols has embarked! My time at the CTM has ended, and I am about to missionary as soon as this plane lands in João Pessoa. Holy excitement! I’m not nervous or worried or sad, just peaceful and ready. I already miss my two great CTM companions, but in a few hours, I will have a mission president, a companion, and an area. I have felt the searing power of the Holy Ghost confirm to me the reality of the existence of God, of the Savior, of the Book of Mormon. It is all true! I love it and am privileged to be a part of it.

Thursday, July 18, 2002

Oh my gosh! This is so hard. I’m in shock. I’ve been all teary these last two days. I cried last night when I was going to bed, and again when Sister Santos (another missionary in my house) asked if there was anything she could do to help me. This morning, I did a good job holding it in until I got into the shower, but when the cold water hit the back of my neck, I sobbed. Later, I had to say a prayer at the home of one of our investigators, and as soon as I said, ‘Pai Celestial’ (Heavenly Father), I lost it. I felt the Spirit a lot while we were teaching, but as soon as we would walk outside into the street, I would start to cry again.

What am I doing here?! There was one good hour today in the middle of the afternoon when I was able to focus and get some memorizing done (I have to get all theses discussions passed off!) but for the most part, I have been walking around in a shocked daze. Yesterday the excitement from the airport wore off, and I didn’t even have the desire to go out and contact and it was my FIRST day! My companion, Sister W, does not like tracting or contacting people and I think that we spent too much time visiting members. The hours between 2 p.m., when lunch ends, and 9:30, when we go home, seem SO LONG especially because we do not have things scheduled.

This is a bigger sacrifice than I ever before realized. A year seems impossibly long, not to mention sixteen more months.

Friday, July 19, 2002

I had a good cry today at lunch and let it all out. What if this emotional overload is just PMS? Sometimes it seems like I’m watching a movie of someone else’s life, because this does not feel like my reality. When the Lord asks us to sacrifice all that we have and all that we are, He was not asking for a little. This is the big time! I really feel the magnitude of this sacrifice. I don’t even have time to explore or enjoy the culture because it’s all about teach, teach, teach. I can’t really imagine this level of intensity for sixteen more months: an endless Sabbath!

Saturday, July 20, 2002

I’ve been praying so much during free time that I have hardly been working on memorizing at all. I’ve needed so much help! I’ve especially needed help controlling my thoughts and keeping them focused on people here, and not elsewhere, or on other people from other parts of my life.

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

My first zone meeting left me in tears, The whole thing was just so discouraging. Once again, it seemed like I was watching a movie of someone else’s life. We walked in and found the elders wrestling each other in the gym, and then once the meeting started, I had a hard time understanding them as they shared tactics about how to find more men to teach. The gathering also made me feel isolated and unknown: I’m really not part of this group yet, of this culture of the João Pessoa mission.

We walked all the way back to our area from the zone meeting and then we walked even further to our lunch appointment. I’m grateful that I felt divine strength sustaining me when I really should not have been able to walk anymore. Later in the day, Sister W and I stopped at a member’s home to set up an appointment with her, and she made us fried meat cakes and put church music on in the background. As I shared my little message with her from 3 Nephi 11:15, I felt the strength of the Spirit and the strength of that woman. She nourished us both physically and spiritually.

Friday, January 10, 2014

seminary, my love

The Book of Mormon map that we created as a class.
The dude with the glasses is Gideon, and King Noah is burning in the green circle.

My first week of teaching seminary (daily, early-morning religion class for Mormon high school students) felt a lot like the first week of having a new boyfriend.
I felt hopeful, excited and giddy -- with some nerves -- all week.
I had a hard time focusing on anything else and spent a lot of time daydreaming -- about the next day's lesson.
Like a new love interest, seminary is the last thing I think about before I go to sleep, and the first thing I think about when I wake up.
I have already started ignoring friends and family. (Sorry I missed your birthday, Grampe!)
And I am completely exhausted: both boyfriends and getting up at 5:00 a.m. every day will have that effect.