Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Written Testimony

I am creating this blog to be my Book of Remembrance. It is a work in progress, but I plan to complete the following:
My written testimony
A personal timeline
2 ancestral histories
Life goals and future plans
Photos of me and my family
A pedigree chart
My Testimony
 I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I know that the Father restored this gospel to the Earth through His servant Joseph Smith. I love my Heavenly Father and Christ with all my heart. I know that they live. To gain such a testimony wasn't necessarily an easy process. I have had doubts and fears just like all people experience in their lives. However, I have been blessed with a testimony little-by-little through obedience and through the Holy Ghost. When I take the Sacrament, I feel peace and comfort. These feelings come through the Holy Ghost. I know that the atonement is real. Its power is adequate to wash the sins away from all if they only ask, knock, and receive. I am so grateful for the atonement. It redeems and enables.
I believe in modern day revelation. God communicates with people today just like He did in biblical times. There is a prophet on the earth today. His name is Thomas S. Monson. He receives revelation concerning the entire gospel. God also can speak to each of us personally. He wants us to find happiness and He desires us to pray and seek His guidance. The gospel is the source of truth and light. The Father and Jesus Christ live, and I desire to live a life dedicated to them. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Monday, January 7, 2013

My Timeline



My name is Julie Candice Rice. I was born in Boise and raised in Meridian, Idaho. My father has his own excavation business that he has run since before I was born. He continues to do that for a living today.
I was raised a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was baptized at the age of eight by my brother Stoney. Even though I became a member of the church at the age of eight, I am constantly being converted and becoming a better disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ. I know that He is the savior and that he atoned for the sins of the world.
Growing up, my family lived in a stucco Spanish style home on an acre plot in Meridian. It had large pine trees in the front yard. The lawn was thinned due to the large tree roots and the hundreds of pine needles that infested the ground. My dad had a shop on the other side of the rectangular plot. He had lots of equipment for his business (and still does). He has always had a dump truck, backhoe, and road grader since I can remember. Piles of dirt and gravel can always be found lying around from his work. There was one huge dirt pile that my brothers liked to use for a dirt bike jump. We had a dog named Taffy. She was absolutely the weirdest dog ever. I could write an entire book on that dog and still not explain her adequately. She was just a pound puppy. We also had a cat named Shuggy. She was quite the character as well.
My very best friend Emilee Burch lived just a couple of block lengths away. We played together often when we were little. We switched off between going to her house and mine. I remember carrying grocery bags of stuffed animals over to her house. We are still great friends today and always will be.
I attended pre-school with Emilee. Her mom Melanie actually held preschool at her own home. I began elementary school at Chaparral Elementary, but attended the new Peregrine Elementary beginning in 3rd grade. It was built in my neighborhood. I went to Meridian Middle School for 6th and 7th grade, but I moved and went to Lake Hazel Middle School for 8th grade. My parents built the new house on a five acre plot in Meridian that they had owned for years. The new house is much larger and much nicer. It also has a much larger shop for my dad and his excavation company.
I attended Meridian High School and graduated in June 2010. When I was a sophomore in high school, my family was able to get sealed in the Boise, Idaho Temple for time and all eternity. Being sealed to my family was a sweet experience that I will never forget. I gained a greater testimony of temples and the Priesthood. I know that the temple is a house of God. The temple brings me immense happiness. I feel that this happiness I get from attending the temple is like a little taste of heaven. It gives me the desire to live worthily so that I can have this joy in the eternities to come. I know that the Priesthood is the power of God. It gives people the ability to perform special ordinances that extend beyond this life.
I really like sports. I played soccer as a little girl and through high school. High school soccer demanded a lot, but it taught me a lot of life lessons. I played high school lacrosse in the Spring. I also learned to ski at a very young age. My dad would take us kids to Bogus Basin every Saturday growing up. I learned how to snowboard when I was 11 and have done it ever since. We love riding powder in the trees and bushes. Our family motto is “no friends or family on powder days,” but we all know that actually means no bringing beginners. Also, I enjoy dirt biking. I first learned on a 50. Going trail riding with my family is probably my favorite thing ever. I used to like snowboarding better, but I think I have begun to prefer dirt biking. Running has become a big part of my life. I have run almost every day (other than Sundays) since I was a sophomore in high school. I did cross country my senior year of high school and enjoyed it thoroughly. I have ran in two half marathons. I am not a competitive runner but like to do it to keep in shape and enjoy nature. Art is another hobby of mine. My mom, Sommer, and I enter something into the Western Idaho Fair every year. I typically do western charcoals, but I have been trying out oil recently. Sommer and I also would bring our miniature horses to the fair every year. She had a little stallion named Dancer, and I had a mare named Rapsody. We sold them when I moved to Rexburg.
In fall 2010, I moved to Rexburg, Idaho to attend Brigham Young University-Idaho. I roomed with my friend Emilee at the Pines. I was also able to make many more friends that I hope to keep in touch with throughout my life. Attending BYU-Idaho was a great experience. I learned so much there and feel that it has helped me to become the person that I am today. School was not easy and was a very humbling experience. I was able to more fully realize my dependence on the Father, His grace, and the atonement of Jesus Christ.
Like many people, I did not know exactly what I wanted to major in as I prepared to go to college. My thinking was along the lines of engineering, architecture, or construction management. I remember being a senior in high school and wondering what I would end up doing. At this time, the construction industry in the valley had felt the effects of the economic recession. I remember seeing an ad on TV that said health care is where the jobs are. I thought to myself “gee I wish I was interested in health care rather than construction management, but I’m just not.” A year later, I began to register for classes at BYU-I. I told my dad that I was registering for a course called Intro to Engineering so that I could find out if it was something I was interested in. He said something like “construction isn’t doing so well, wouldn’t you rather be a nurse or something?” It was funny that he had said that since a similar thing had ran through my head about a year ago. I decided to look into the nursing degree at BYU-I and register for Anatomy and Physiology—a prerequisite to get into the nursing program—just to see how I liked it. The class went well, and I decided to finish off the rest of the prerequisites to get into the nursing program just in case I wanted to possibly apply. The prerequisites took me two semesters to finish, and by the end of the second semester, I was feeling the pressure to make a decision. I had prayed about the matter but had not received the strong yes or no answer I was searching for. I applied to the program anyways and later received an acceptance letter. Now it was really time to make a decision, but I still had not received an answer. Near that time, my ward was privileged to attend a question and answer session with President Clark and his wife Sister Clark. President Clark is the president at BYU-I, and he is awesome. For the evening, my ward sat down in a room in the Manwearing Center while he and his wife stood at the pulpit. We raised our hands to ask any question we wanted, and he and his wife would answer them. Luckily someone asked the very question that had been bothering me. It was about making decisions and finding out what God would have us do. I cannot remember word-for-word President Clark’s response, but it went along these lines: “We need to put much thought into each possibility, use our worldly understanding to figure what choice seems best, and pray on the matter. If you receive an answer, act on it. If not, go with the choice that seems logical to you. Then watch for signs. Ask and watch for angels to help you in your decision.” A light bulb suddenly went off inside of my head. I had used my worldly understanding and had gone with the choice that seemed logical to me. I had prayed about it, but what I had not done was watch for signs and for angels to direct me. Consequently, I had missed God’s answer to my prayers. For one, the idea of nursing was weighing on my mind. Also, both Dad and Mom were encouraging me to do it. Not long before, Amanda— a study buddy of mine for Anatomy and Physiology—had told me that I would be a great nurse. Everything came together, and I realized that God had been answering my prayers all along. I had just failed to recognize His guidance in my life. From my experience, I discovered for myself that the Holy Ghost does not always speak to us in the way that we would expect. St John 3: 8 says: The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every on that is born of the Spirit.
I graduated with my Associates of Science in Nursing December 2012 and received my licensure as an RN in February 2013. I am currently working on my Bachelors of Science in Nursing and will graduate in December 2013. I am doing it online while living with my parents in Meridian. I am applying for nursing positions at Saint Alphonsus Regional Medical Center in Boise.

Ancestral Histories



Grandpa Rice
My grandpa’s name is Ronald Lynn Rice. He is the father of my father Michael K Rice. He died four years ago (Personal knowledge of the author, Julie Rice). As I explored the life of my grandpa for this short paper, I decided to focus on attributes and qualities of my grandpa rather than life/key events.
            I began my exploration of Grandpa Rice by interviewing my father. I also read Grandpa’s eulogy written by his three daughters. There is a few reoccurring themes in both of these sources. One theme is that Grandpa was gifted at talking to and associating with people. My father said during the interview, “He befriended everyone—all the neighbors. So, we were all the time going over to see someone to make sure they were okay, and bringing them stuff, and finding out what they needed” (Michael Rice, interview, 2013). Concerning this same theme, Grandpa’s eulogy states, “Dad had many church callings and loved serving. When he was Bishop is one where the members really grew to love him. It states in his patriarchal blessing that dad would be a blessing to those who sought his help and many would come to him for comfort. Dad truly had this gift and people loved being around him. He touched lives no matter where he was. He was always very grateful for the help and care he received in the assisted living home and the employees there loved to help him. Whenever we would go visit dad there, the nurses would tell us how lucky we were to have such a wonderful father. He set such a great example for us to follow” (Mason, Taylor, and Hansen, “Dad’s Eulogy,” pg. 3).
            A second theme is Grandpa’s dedication to the gospel of Jesus Christ. My father stated, “Every summer we would break away for a vacation and hook on the travel trailer and go camping for a week or so. And if we were gone on a Sunday, we always had our church clothes so that we could go to whatever chapel there was.”
            “Church was a high priority for Grandpa?” I asked.
            “Yeah, first thing” (Michael Rice, interview, 2013).
            My father expressed how grandpa’s dedication to the church set an example for him.
            The eulogy states, “…dad lived his life so he always had the spirit with him. One day he decided to go on a drive with Mom, which they loved to do frequently on the spur of the moment. They both loved being in the mountains and never tired of visiting Stanley Lake and the view of the Sawtooths. This drive could be done in one day, so off they went. It was in the early part of the year, snow was still present on the sides of the road and on the mountains. As soon as dad pulled into Stanley, he had the impression to go home. He thought, I have just gotten here but the spirit spoke to dad again, ‘go home.’ That was all it took. Dad was obedient, got back in the car and told mom, ‘we are going home, don’t know why but we just need to.’ Later that night after they had returned home safely, dad received a phone call from a good friend who was concerned if they had made it home. For unbenonced to dad, the road they had just traveled on was impassable. An avalanche had occurred and it took several days to clear the road (Mason, Taylor, and Hansen, “Dad’s Eulogy,” pg. 3).
            During the years that I knew him, I also noticed these attributes in my Grandfather. He loved to socialize and always had the cutest smile on his face. He had a great laugh too. I know that his home housed the spirit. It was a place of love and good works. I have learned so much from studying his life the little that I have. He is a great man and a great example.
References
Mason, Verlee; Lorita Taylor; and Rolaine Hansen. "Dad's Eulogy." Home of Michael K Rice, 2751 S. Nova Ln., Meridian, ID 83642.
Rice, Julie. Personal knowledge. [address for private use].
Rice, Michael. Meridian, ID. INTERVIEW by Julie Rice 17. March 2013 written. Privately held by Julie Rice, [address for private use], Meridian, ID 83642, 2013.



Grandpa Stone
            My Grandpa’s name was Earl Raymond Stone. He was known to all for being funny, witty, and likeable. He was always up for having some fun (Personal knowledge of the author, Julie Rice). My mother told me in a personal interview, “He used to sing along with the radio when he was a little boy, so they [the family] would stand him up on a box for him to sing” (Bonnie Rice, interview, 2013). While he was elderly in the nursing home, he pulled a fire extinguisher off the wall once and began spraying all of the staff (Personal knowledge of the author, Julie Rice).
            Grandpa Stone loved cars. He loved to go on road trips; he could drive for hours. My mother said in the same interview, “He was enlisted in the army after he was married. Ronnie [their first son] was also left at home. He was deployed to the Philippians and went to New Guinea in World War Two. He drove and chauffeured for the Red Cross and for the General. He was in Motor Pool, so he didn’t see any combat. One time, I asked him. I said, ‘so did you shoot anyone?’ He answered, ‘No…. sorry to disappoint you,’ and I said, ‘I didn’t want you to shoot anyone, I just wanted to know.’”
            Then, I asked my mother how Grandpa got to be a driver in World War 2. She answered, “He loved cars. He had some experience. He worked at the service station in Blackfoot, and an automobile repair” (Bonnie Rice, interview, 2013).
            One thing I never knew about my Grandpa Stone until my interview with my mom was that he became a pilot. She said, “The war ended, I think in ’46, and he got what was called the GI bill. So, they paid of school, college, or whatever, and dad chose to be a pilot. So, he was a pilot for a while. He took grandma up in a plane and scared her to death. When I was about 11 or 12, my parents finally had some money from the Desert Inn [a restaurant they owned in Mountain Home, Idaho], and they went to Boise to buy an airplane. But he decided that if he bought the airplane, that was how he was going to die. So, they bought furniture instead. He said he knew if he bought that airplane, that was how he was going to die, and he was right. He drank and drove, and there was going to be no stopping him from drinking and flying” (Bonnie Rice, interview, 2013).
            I also learned from the interview that Grandpa Stone had a monkey while serving in World War Two. Her name was Nana, but she got sick. Grandpa took her to the vet, but the vet disappeared one day and Nana was never seen again. Hearing that my grandpa had a pet monkey came to no surprise to me. Again, he was always up for having fun. This is what can be learned from looking at the life of Grandpa Stone. Even when life was difficult—like serving in the Philippians with a wife and new son at home—Grandpa made most out of life and found something good.




           

References
Rice, Bonnie. Meridian, ID. INTERVIEW by Julie Rice 18. March 2013 written. Privately held by Julie Rice, [address for private use], Meridian, ID 83642, 2013.
Rice, Julie. Personal knowledge. [address for private use].


Life Goals and Future Plans

#1 become a better diciple of Jesus Christ
  • read scriptures daily
  • pray day and night and somewhere in between
  • always have a prayer in my heart
  • attend church
  • attend the temple weekly
  • pay my tithing
  • count my blessings
  • think of and serve others
#2 become a great nurse
  • pray
  • finish my BSN
  • do my homework
  • attend learning workshops
  • constantly seek education
#3 use and improve upon my talents
  • always have a painting/drawing in progress
  • play sports to stay physically healthy and for recreation