This past weekend, I was able to watch the worldwide broadcast of my church’s semi-annual General Conference. One of the speakers, D. Todd Christofferson, spoke about preparing for the return of Jesus Christ and building Zion. This is a subject I feel very passionate about. As I listened, I put big stars in my notebook […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
A couple of nights ago, I felt anxious. Occasionally I have a mild flare-up of anxiety. It’s normal to have these brief moments as my brain and body heal and as I get used to having less and less of my medication in my system. The anxiety was mercifully mild, but there was just enough […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
[I spoke in church last Sunday. These were my words.] I love to sing. When I was a freshman in college, I wanted to sing in a choir, but I wasn’t a vocal performance or music major, so I joined the only choir at my university for ordinary people, called University Chorale. Our instructor was really […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Now that my antidepressant dose is so minuscule, I am noticing some things. One is that I am much more emotional than I was while taking my full dose. It is actually really nice to be able to weep again after years of feeling sort of numb. Another thing I am noticing is that my spiritual […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Today I was invited to prepare to speak to our church congregation this coming Sunday. When I heard the topic assigned to me, I laughed out loud. God has a sense of humor, friends. My assigned topic? ….Trusting God. Ha ha ha ha ha! I’m not gonna lie. Last Friday was really rough. Between recovering from […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
On the last Sunday of 2018, I spent my final 3rd hour of church helping out in Primary. During the lesson, a sister in my ward was teaching the children the hymn, “Come, Follow Me.” In the process, she told them this story found in Luke, chapter 5: 4 Now when he had left speaking, […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Last October, as I listened to the spiritual messages shared during my church’s semi-annual worldwide conference, one theme repeatedly pressed itself upon my heart and mind: God keeps His promises. It felt as though God was speaking directly to my heart, saying, “I haven’t forgotten the promises I made to you. Don’t you dare give up on […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
[Originally written May 31, 2012] After my parents’ divorce, my dad and all six kids moved into my grandparents’ home in Springville, UT. I’m told that I clung to my older sister at first, but it wasn’t long before I warmed up to Grandma. I wasn’t yet two years old, so I technically should have […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Recent news about the Joseph Bishop sexual abuse scandal at the Provo Missionary Training Center has highlighted the resistance to acknowledge or correct sexual misconduct in the Mormon church community. This is, unfortunately, nothing new. My dad’s life is a telling illustration of this sad reality. Let’s start in 1982. Tucson, Arizona. My dad had been a […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
For most members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the temple is a place to which they can retreat when darkness and heaviness weigh on them. Within the walls of the temple, they find comfort and peace. It is a place of sacred learning, prayer, hope, and connection. For most of my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.