About a month ago I wrote about feeling “stuck” spiritually. Over the past week or two I have been guided to understand some of the things I need to do to progress upward toward the blessings God has promised will one day be mine. I have been shown that I simply can’t receive those […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
This topic has been on my mind for a while, simmering on the back burner, waiting for a quiet moment. Before I say anything else, let me be clear: I am very grateful for my church. My church blesses my life in more ways than I can list here. I love that my church has one […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
It has been a heavy couple of weeks, no? The emotions I am picking up from the collective consciousness are primarily fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. Fear and anger. If I were a creepy evil Sith lord, I would definitely be cackling with glee, shouting: If I were a wise green […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
Everything but love is suffering. -M. Catherine Thomas A few years ago I attended a Neonatal Resuscitation Program workshop. One of the things we spent a lot of time talking about is verbal first-aid. When a mother and baby have experienced a resuscitation, it is generally a very traumatic experience. The first thing we were […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
What I have felt toward our leading presidential nominees for the past year can be summed up by one of many similar viral memes… For most of the year I actually ignored all things political because I just didn’t need the negativity in my life. But as my news feeds filled with more and more […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
Little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned. -Alma 32:23 Yesterday the final speaker in our Church meeting was a man with an inspiring story. He had been raised in the Church but fell into troubled paths after some family trauma in his childhood. I loved […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
This week, I have been remembering the winter of 2005-2006. It wasn’t my finest hour. I was living in a stuffy basement apartment, caring for my newly-arrived second baby, and filling my mind with negativity and anger via daily involvement with pessimistic politics on the Internet. Eventually, I found that I was rarely going to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.