Sunday, November 8, 2015

The Generational Effects of Humility and Pride


This week, there was a firestorm over a policy clarification by the LDS church. Due to the legalization of Gay Marriage in the US and other countries, new situations have arisen that the church needed to answer enough that leaders needed to make a blanket policy to keep the will of the Lord very clear. In fine, gay marriage was defined as apostasy, and children of gay couples have been given the privilege of choosing baptism for themselves after they are legally able at the age of 18, so they don't have to ask their "apostate" parents for consent. The reaction has been polarizing to say the least. Most have acted as Nephi, humbly taking the revealed amendments as God's will. Yet, many members have questioned, been angered, or felt ashamed by giving ear to those who have pointed the finger of blame at the church! Also, there are those who have been downright mean about it. I encountered a few of these treasured souls on my Facebook post over the weekend. The gray areas have faded to black. Which side of the line are you on? Here's my admonishment to all those looking for answers:

THE BOOK OF MORMON: a guide for our time

Do you think it is by chance that the Book begins with the story of a Prophet (Lehi) receiving a hard revelation (to move his family from Jerusalem), and his family's subsequent polar opposite reactions to that revelation? Nephi, humbly submissive and trusting in the prophet, not only obeyed, but risked his life numerous times for that revelation. Laman, full of pride, disagreed. He thought he had a better plan, that Lehi was a visionary man. How, oh how, could Jerusalem, that great city be destroyed? Well Lehi left Jerusalem in 600 BC, Jerusalem was plundered in 597 BC, Nephi arrived in the Americas in 592 BC, and in 587 BC Solomon's Temple was destroyed. Its quite possible Nephi had a temple constructed in the Americas before Solomon's temple was ruined. Had Lehi listened to those pointing their fingers and mocking, staying in Jerusalem, we wouldn't have the Book of Mormon.

As the story goes, Nephi continued this habit of humility, and God helped him and his progenitors through the 1000-year history, as long as they humbly sought God's guidance. When deferring to God's will, they were blessed with peace, success, clarity, revelation above their mind's origination and God made up for their weaknesses by adding strength. When pride set in, as it did in the beginning for Laman, they were left to their own human reasoning, without the vision and eternal perspective. They became carnal, savage, cold, hateful and even blood-thirsty. Laman leaves the safe haven of the gospel every chance he gets and he always gets stung! How clear do the words need to be? Don't leave!!!

Like I said I was bombarded today with haters. I was called every swearword in the book for standing up for agreeing and voicing my support for the prophet... wait... that kind of sounds familiar...

OH YEAH! Lehi! Continuing on with the first story in the Book of Mormon, Lehi speaks of a vision he received regarding the Tree of Life (1 Ne 8). In that vision Lehi, guided by Christ, finds a tree with the most sensational fruit! After trying it, he wants everyone he loves to try it as well! He looks for them and sees a rod of iron along a strait and narrow path through the mists of darkness that enshroud men. He sees his family and beckons them to come. Much of his family arrives at the tree at eats the fruit, but the ever prideful Laman and Lemuel refuse. His family, filled with joy, ushers in multitudes of others to come and partake of the fruit and they do! Then (v. 27-28), in the distance, a great and spacious building is described. "It was filled with people... in the attitude of mocking, pointing their fingers towards those who had come and partaken." I kind of imagine the Wynn in Las Vegas, with Electronic Dance Music blaring out of it (that would get my attention for sure). Some, after they had arrived AND partaken were "ashamed", because they turned their eyes from the tree (which notably represents the Love of God), quickly forget the sweetness of the fruit and are mesmerized by those that are scoffing at them; and tragically, they fall away into forbidden paths and are lost while seeking their way to that floating building. How clear is this parallel?

Is it by mistake that the first few pages of the Book of Mormon are there to remind us that there are mists of darkness that will cloud our view to make it to the tree, only to be defeated by the continuous grasping of the Rod of Iron (The word of God)? Or that the Great and Spacious building (The World) will always be there to mock those partaking weekly of God's love? 

Thus, regarding the children who everyone is up in arms about, let us notice (V. 23) "they who had commenced in the path did lose their way, that they wandered off and were lost". Does this not parallel the theoretical situation of an 8-year-old kid who has gay parents, who outwardly oppose the prophet's counsel against their marriage; yes that very prophet he will say he believes in during his interview before the baptism. The day he "commences his path" in baptism, he will also go home to a mist of confusion. Every single week for 10+ years, that child will spend 165 hours in a home with parents who have acted in opposition to follow the prophet (a commitment he made at baptism) and will spend 3 hours partaking of eternal doctrines that oppose his gay parent's union. No matter the faithfulness of his leaders, family and especially his parents, the odds of such a child "holding to the rod" are nearly insurmountable. The vision says this child would be "Ashamed" and "Lost in forbidden paths." Is this new policy not a merciful one that would keep such torture out of the life of an 8-year-old child?

How wonderful is the Book of Mormon, translated by the miracle of a 3rd grade education, with the depth of Deity. Is it not God that gave that humble 14-year-old boy Joseph an answer, because he trusted in the most recent scripture given to him? How gracious is God to the humble who ask for help? In contrast, how abandoned do the prideful feel when things don't go the way they think they should.

Are you going to question the Prophet? From the depths of my soul, I urge anyone who has any question whether the LDS church's policies are "discriminatory, unfair, or uninspired" to crack open the Book of Mormon (grab hold of the Rod), get on your knees (arrive at the tree), and HUMBLY ask God if LDS leadership is inspired. Partake of the Fruit, I urge you!

You'll feel God's love wash over you, and you'll know. Keep eating! And by all means, don't leave!

A TALE OF PRIDE: 2 sisters and their fate

The topic of Apostasy hits close to home for me. I won't bore you with the personal details. I will however share what I have learned from a couple of personal experiences in dealing with apostate Mormons. I've learned to recognize the causes and effects, and how the choices of prideful parents can ripple through generations harming dozens.

First, is a true story about the beautiful families of two dynamic sisters and how pride affected one, and humility the other. To keep things anonymous, one was brunette (we'll represent the pride side with her) and one was blonde (lets represent the humble side with her). Get it? Dark Side vs. Light Side?

Both of these beautiful sisters were raised with high expectations and lived up to these expectations throughout their formative years. The brunette fell in love with a brilliant man. This man was so smart, he found he could smart his way through life without asking much help from God. A genius, he can tell you where every single scripture is on the page and quote it from memory. Prideful, this bright mind became self-dependent, needless of the opinions of others and thinking he himself knew the will of God. His way was the right way. He always sought positions and wanted everyone to know just how smart he was. His beautiful brunette wife and he began to raise a family. Money and appearance was always important to he and his children. They piled on the debt to try to appear wealthy before they had the means.

Right next door lived the blonde sister and the humble, hard working man she fell in love with. This man, in contrast, loved and trusted in God more than himself. His genius was based on his ability to pray and seek God's direction for his family. He gave no ear to those who questioned his faith or mocked his humble beginnings. He had a quiet confidence about him and raised his family to love God, the Prophet, the Church and to trust that Christ led His church. This man and his stalwart wife knew and recognized they had weaknesses and humbly depended on God to make up the difference for them. Through hard determined work, they slowly started putting money away. They never lived beyond their means, not caring what the outside world thought of their appearance.

Lets fast forward 30 or so years from the time these sisters were next-door neighbors. Both sisters had homes full of kids. Both families had talented children born to them. Both families continued in their habits to live by pride, or humility as aforementioned. As you could easily foresee, the brunette's family struggled through life. Although they had the big houses in the nicest neighborhoods, drove the nicest cars and had the nicest attire, the truth is, they had nothing! The prideful husband had to turn to illegal means to provide for his family. He was called to leadership positions in the church and taught his opinions from the pulpit. Having been reprimanded by his stake president, he continued to preach his own philosophies mingled with scripture. Unrepentant, he earned himself a church disciplinary council. What's worse, his pride told him not to attend. Kids, if there's one thing you can't do, its not show up to your disciplinary council. He was excommunicated. Of course from his view, and the view of his family, HE was the victim. They hold to the story that he was sought out and has a gift. Today he lives in hiding. Only his immediate family knows his address. In fact he has separated himself from his birth family all together! Sadly, He has forced the brunette and his children into his cavern with him, living by his strange laws. They are forbidden from conventional medicine, as well as relationships with her sister and parents. His children are filled with hate and envy for their cousins. He pays everything with cash and coupon cards, to keep him anonymous. His children are ashamed of his story, yet too set in the cycle of pride to do anything about it. His children have struggled through their own marred relationships with failed relationships of all kinds. A true tragedy that even Shakespeare couldn't write: The product of pride!

The blonde's family has enjoyed success that can only be attained by divine intervention. Their worthy trust in God has allowed them to ascertain wealth enjoyed by very few. Of course, they share that wealth with open hands. Charitable donations a plenty, children with professional degrees, happy marriages, and bright-eyed grandchildren. Their home's hard earned walls show state championships, awards, accomplishments, and hundred of smiling memories as a family. He has been is leadership positions, teaching and holding to doctrines that Christ taught. They both maintain a close relationship with their honey-sweet parents, children and grandchildren. Paramount is their relationship with God. The community holds them both in highest regard for all that they have accomplished in life. Yet they still humbly return to their knees each night, pleading for God to heal their ailments and weaknesses. God blesses them with his grace for trusting him to make up the difference for what they lack. Over time, they've accomplished more using humility than the brunette's family could ever imagine using their pride.

NEXT GENERATION UP: setting straight what their parents did not

Finally, is a quick explanation of two children who came from homes where their fathers were excommunicated. Again, I speak from the perspective of a personal witness to this.

There was a wonderfully intellectual man with a supportive wife. They had 6 gorgeous children. He studied and worked at universities and companies across the country and had the ideas of the world bombarding him non-stop. He loved his daughters with all his heart. One of his daughters had a run in with officials at Ricks College (Now BYU-Idaho, in Rexburg, a church owned school). He, with pride in his daughter and acceptance of everyone in his profession, wouldn't accept that the officials could possibly have merit. His anger festered so much that he decided to leave the church (there's more to it, but pride is the main thing to focus on here). He went so far as to not allow his daughters to attend seminary, and wouldn't let those turning 8 to be baptized! The mother did her very best to raise her family in the gospel and give her children the very basics, but the conflict in the home over religion left lasting questions and confusions in his daughter's minds.

One of those daughters went off to college and found a humble, hard working, worthy husband (who came from a family with a repentant father who had committed egregious mistakes and made his way back). After a year, they were married. This young husband would get up every day, study scriptures, pray, and go to church solo on Sundays. In the beginning, his wife, the daughter of the apostate father, didn't really see those basic things with much importance. However, over time, his goodness of this penitent father's son began to awaken his wife's spirit. The vacuum that had been created by her father's pride was filled as she humbly dove into full activity in the church. The false teachings she had been brainwashed with were healed by her new understanding and a new eternal perspective. 35 years later, they are the worlds happiest parents and grandparents. She grew into the biggest fish in her pond, but don't tell her that. She lives humbly, having served weekly in the temple for years. He has had a successful career in his field and continues humbly working and serving the Lord. They are currently serving a mission together and weekly report about the successes they see in the lives of those they are teaching. Oh the blessings of humility!

TRUST IN A MERCIFUL GOD

Bottom line: God loves us. He wants to bless us all. We have to ask for it! We are all affected by our parent's actions, yes. But what really matters is how we encounter life and how we play the cards we've been dealt. We all have weaknesses and strengths. If we act as the humble husbands above, those weaknesses become strengths by grace and we can truly accomplish anything! If we look at life through prideful, know-it-all eyes, we'll stay right where we are. Our progression would stop with our pride. Those children born to sinful parents are not "punished" by their parent's prideful actions. The 2nd Article of Faith was written with eternity in mind. 

As Elder Christofferson stated: "Nothing is lost for them in the end".

"Where much is given, much is required." Therefore, If nothing is given, nothing is required! If a child from a gay marriage home dies without baptism, Christ would make up the difference the same way He makes up the difference for children who die before 8. The child didn't choose its fate (the gay parents did), and we're only accountable for our own choices. T
he church just added a new policy. Do you humbly accept it? If you're questioning, are you trusting God to make up the difference? I hope so! Because, trust me. You don't want to be like that poor prideful apostate old man in a dark cave, abandoned by the adversary.
Here's Elder Christofferson's (who has a gay brother that he loves very much) explanation of the updated policy if you haven't seen it yet: 



If you're having doubts, doubt your doubts. If you're not having doubts, do what you can to understand where those advocating gay marriage are coming from. Be firm and assertive, but respectful of their views and ask for respect for your own. I bear testimony that Christ is the head of the LDS church, the it is led by a true prophet, that the Book of Mormon is a guide to our time, that through humble application of the gospel we can overcome our weaknesses, and that through prayer, we can receive comforting answers to the problems and questions we encounter in life.

Additional Study:
https://clarityforall.wordpress.com/2015/11/06/lets-set-a-few-things-straight/
https://www.lds.org


Friday, January 9, 2015

Choose Your Love, Love your Choice; no matter the result

Recently, I was asked to be one of the men "The Bachelorette" gets to choose from this upcoming spring 2015 season. While I was flattered, I didn't exactly see myself finding love through reality TV and I chose to decline last minute. It has, however, been a cool experience getting to know the casting process over the past 6 months. Their questions made me reflect on how fortunate I am to know what it takes to find love. I've learned through trial and error what works. 

A recent report said that over 70,000 LDS young single adults (ages 24-35) slipped out of church activity in 2014. Many reported they left for feelings of loneliness and depression. I see thousands of frustrated singles of all beliefs in my travels and I've gathered that many don't know how to progress a relationship. Some seem distracted by the plethora of options, careers, and hobbies. Others feel hopeless as the gray hairs creep in or fall out, without caress. A common theme I see is the Fear of making the wrong choice. The following is a formula to help dissipate those Fears using Agency, Faith, and Prayer.

"Choose your Love; Love your Choice." Words that sunk deep into my heart when I heard LDS President Thomas S. Monson say them in the April 2011 Priesthood session. I recommend listening to his advice before proceeding (8:43 to the end he addresses Singles specifically).




As a 20-something LDS guy, who has paid for that first date hundreds of times, had a handful of girlfriends, been engaged once, and even been married, ending in agreement to annul; my experience has allowed me to understand what it takes to get married. Simply put, what it takes is Faith in Choice or Agency, the greatest gift Heavenly Father has given us. In fine, if you're worried about choosing the wrong person, you're focused on the wrong thing. The right choice is to MAKE A CHOICE. The wrong choice is to sit by and let opportunities to love and grow pass you by.

Here is my Guide to Making Marriage Happen:
  1. Make a list of people you're interested in. Prayerfully whittle the list down to one.
  2. Go to the Lord with a Choice of one you've chosen to date: Humbly ask "Father, I choose this person! I love this Choice. Please help me take this relationship as far as I can. I won't quit until it isn't the best choice if it be Thy will." Pay attention to your feelings and listen for approval.
  3. Trust Him that He will stop something before it goes too far if it isn't what is best for you both.
  4. Take action! Get the number, ask them out, be creative, have an open heart. Love fully!
  5. Don't give up. Unless you get a "No," trust in your agency. If it is to end, make sure it isn't you going back on your choice. Take it as far down the road as you can.

Here's how that formula has blessed my life, or essentially my love-life in a nutshell. It has proven to bring me happiness and many great, healthy friendships and relationships with members of the opposite sex over the years: 

While preparing to finish my mission in Brazil, I was weighing out going to SUU or BYU at the beginning of 2008. I prayed about SUU (where my best dating option at the time was in school) and didn't feel good about it. I then prayed about BYU and got a "Yes" answer. Obviously, returned missionaries are focused on getting married the second they touch down so it was a faithful leap to follow that "Yes" away from the girl. I started classes at BYU and tried to maintain a long distance relationship with that girl of my choice. After a couple of months I went to the temple about her and I certainly got a "Yes" that I could marry her and be happy.

However, SHE chose to end things just weeks after that revelation at the tail end of a wonderful night. I was puzzled! How in the world?! THE LORD SAID YES TO ME! I spent the next few months trying to figure out how to maybe impress her into getting back with me or whatever but she was on a whole different level than I was. She went on to marry a guy at SUU and has achieved a beautiful young family.

Broken hearted, I tried my best to get those butterflies with other girls. It took a while before I felt anything, and I broke some hearts along the way myself. There were certainly great options, and I definitely passed up on some absolute gems. I helped 3 of those gems go on missions, rather than pursuing something serious with them. Almost selfishly, I wanted time to heal, rather than diving in on that "choice" again. I was afraid to be vulnerable.

Then there was the night I met my ex-whatever-we-aren't (annulments are a strange anomaly where there needs to be a word between ex-fiancé and ex-wife/hubby created to define it). Finally I felt butterflies again, but chickened out on getting her number. In fact, it took me TWO YEARS to get up the courage to ask for her number.

During those two years, she had moved away to Arizona and only become more beautiful, which I witnessed over Facebook as my roommates and friends of the time can attest. I continued to date around, kisses and mistakes a plenty. Again I passed on numerous opportunities "waiting for the right person" or "waiting for the right timing." What I now realize is that had I "Chosen" any one of those girls, I would have been just as happy. Let me explain:

2011: President Monson's advice above, "Choose your Love, Love your Choice." I became determined to make a list of "Choices" and to go to the Lord with the name of ONE who I would faithfully pursue as far as it could go. I assembled quite the roster of prospects that year, each of whom is now happily married to another lucky guy! September came, and to my surprise Arizona girl moved back just a few buildings away from my Belmont apartment. I was much more mature and courageous, however I still felt she was out of my league. I certainly inserted her into the top of my list. We played the "Facebook Like" dance and played the "Oh hey" game at social events for the next couple of months.

Then it hit me. Man Up! It's time to "CHOOSE!" I took a good hard look at my options and determined, without even going on a first date with her yet, that I would go to the Lord and ask him to help me make it happen.
"Father, I choose her! I love this choice. Please help me take this relationship as far as I can. I won't quit until it isn't the best choice for us if it be Thy will."
With His approval of my righteous desire, I had confidence that I could "Do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me." It turns out, she was having similar prayers at the time. She had recently experienced heartbreak of her own and was asking for divine guidance. She was blessed with a vivid dream during a Falltime Sunday nap at her parent's house and saw my face. She woke up, definitively told her parents she was going to find me, and we locked eyes at a dessert party that night. It was amazing how quickly things progressed from there! We both had a certain confidence about us, because we were following God's advice and had Chosen to follow it. I finally manned up and asked her out around Thanksgiving and we dated all of December. I quickly gained parental favor by being there to help her move in the snow (think Ammon and Lamoni). To that point, it was the best first 5 dates of my life, best first kiss of my life; it all seemed so magical!

Just as all couples do, we had our first tests. She had options and things she wanted to do before getting serious and seemed to lose interest. In the meantime, I kept dating around but I was determined to make it work and waited that month out. Enter February, the time for both of us! We both felt it. I was "the best friend [she'd] ever had" (her words). She was all I'd ever wanted. The marriage discussion came soon and I went to the temple, again. Instead of a "Yes" the Lord gave me a "Keep Going" answer. Remember, I had ALREADY made a choice and He had ALREADY signed off on that before my first date with her. I was my Bishop's executive secretary at the time and he guided me to where I needed to be personally to prepare for marriage. My stake president, a longtime friend of her dad, offered his blessing, gave me specific guidance and challenged me to bless that family's life with my faith.

I did just that! Full of excitement, we were engaged, married and sealed just 6 months after our first date. The highest honor of my life was kneeling across the altar and pledging my forever to my best friend. That was a very emotional day! I blubbered like a baby through the entire ceremony. She and the members of her family who attended were probably thinking "This dude is a wreck!" After the ceremony I went into the dressing room, knelt down and felt the most surreal hug as I gave thanks to God for blessing me with my choice. He was proud of me! "You did it!" I heard Him say. It all started with that CHOICE.


Believe it or not, I loved being married! To that point, I had never been happier in my life. There's a certain peace that comes to your mind as you make a home with someone else. The advantage of being sealed in the temple is that you can envision the eternities with your spouse. I was very proud to have a wife and very proud of her work, her job, her family, her interests. For proof, ask me about peonies and designer brands like Kate Spade or Tory Burch. I was extremely motivated in ways that I'd never felt before. I'd say 95% of the time was enjoyable, the other 5% was work. That's just how life is! I echo Elder Scott's sentiments on marriage (click for the full discourse, its worth it!):
"It is so rewarding to be married. Marriage is wonderful. In time you begin to think alike and have the same ideas and impressions. You have times when you are extremely happy, times of testing, and times of trial, but the Lord guides you through all of those growth experiences together."
Like every newlywed couple, she and I had our eye-opening differences. Nothing was irreconcilable but it wasn't long before we each realized we hadn't married into what we had hoped. Our goals were universes apart which numbered our days; the marriage didn't last long. No matter how much I desired to do so and tried, expectations went unfulfilled and her agency led her to want a different life than I could offer her. I would have done anything to "Keep Going" but just like that first girl from when I came home from my mission, I had learned to respect Agency. Abruptly, that cold, dark winter night we agreed to part ways and to be friendly, knowing we would be going back to the same group of mutual single friends as before. I helped her to her car with her things and with tears in our eyes we hugged for the last time, and said our final goodbyes, agreeing that we would work together to get things annulled. After all, she was my best friend! She drove away and strangely enough I felt a weight lift off of my shoulders. I still did my best to hold to my marriage covenant with her until everything was finalized. I had Chosen My Love, and Loved My Choice... all the way to the end of that relationship. Although truly heartbroken, I was noticeably optimistic about it because I understood the power of Choice!

As a former husband (my best definition of "annulee"), I get asked questions all the time: 

"So do you feel like you married the wrong person?"
"Do you hate her?"
"What went wrong?"
"What's the real story?"
"Are the rumors true?" (I've heard everything under the sun about us both, "NO!" They're not!)

The fact of the matter is that I married the person I CHOSE. I made the right choice, TO CHOOSE!

I love that CHOICE and I still cherish the fact that we, together, had the courage to make that jump! To be honest I'll never stop loving that former best friend and hoping the best for her and those around her. A Breakup is not a failure. A Breakup proves that you have Hope and Courage. It proves you know how to be Open, Vulnerable and how to Love someone else. It proves you have the guts to care for someone else no matter the circumstance. It means you've learned Patience and Charity for someone else in their weakness, and you're Humble, Meek, and Willing to Work to perfect your own weaknesses. All those capitalized words above are Beattitudes, not vices.

To paraphrase the late inspirational ESPN anchor Stuart Scott:
"When you die, it doesn't mean you lose... You [win] by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live. So live! Live! Fight like hell!"
I would say the same of Love. When it ends, you have not lost. If your heart aches, you know that the love was real. If you loved fully, made someone else your "why", gave everything you had to make them happy and lived to ensure their comfort, then you can go to bed at night, rest assured, that you gave it everything you had. The last 2 years, as those around me have noticed, I've had no trouble sleeping at night. "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" as the saying goes.

The end of a relationship doesn't have to be ugly. In fact, it can open new doors to greater opportunities! I've been able to maintain close friendships with almost everyone I've ever courted AND their families AND their friends. I believe in Strength of Schedule, like in college football. If my exes are dating great guys, they are making me look great! I hope everyone I've been close with is better for it and that they are able to make positive choices and remain faithful. My cousin divorced one of my best friends and they are still close friends. It is a beautiful thing to see two people who love beyond their pride. It has made things easier for everyone around them. They realize they're best as friends and support each other in their endeavors to remarry, rather than tear each other down and spread falsehoods about each other with the small-minded perspective that if an ex-lover is a failure, they're somehow vindicated; exonerated from blame. But why blame? Absolutely, the relationships and experiences I've gained since my annulment are some of the most cherished of my life. I could never question God's purpose for me being single again. I've been too blessed with too many new friendships and opportunities to "blame."

I have to chuckle when people who have never tried or been through the above complain, judge, spread rumors, or look down on those who have stepped up to the plate and become vulnerable. I feel like Robin William's character Sean McGwire in Good Will Hunting at those times (End it at 3:03, language warning after that).



So with all that explanation, here's the Guide to Making Marriage Happen, again:
  1. Make a list of people you're interested in. Prayerfully whittle the list down to one.
  2. Go to the Lord with a Choice of one you've chosen to date: Humbly ask "Father, I choose this person! I love this Choice. Please help me take this relationship as far as I can. I won't quit until it isn't the best choice if it be Thy will." Pay attention to your feelings and listen for approval.
  3. Trust Him that He will stop something before it goes too far if it isn't what is best for you both.
  4. Take action! Get the number, ask them out, be creative, have an open heart. Love fully!
  5. Don't give up. Unless you get a "No," trust in your agency. If it is to end, make sure it isn't you going back on your choice. Take it as far down the road as you can.
I promise that this process yields results. Whether it simply ends after your first date (as it most often does), or things end just before your attempts to have kids (like me), or you end up with kids and things end years into the marriage (wow, that must be hard), or of course you've found the Happy Ever After that we all desire; there are blessings to be had along the way if you will simply Choose your Love, and Love your Choice.