[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.
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.
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.
From eternity I was weaving, from the first, from the beginnings of the earth. -Proverbs 8:23 (alternate translation) My earliest memories are steeped in mother-loss. Around the time I was 18 months old, my parents took us all to see E.T. in the movie theater (I fell asleep) and then told us they were getting […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
“It was like my nice, happy mommy flew away,” my oldest daughter told me. The self I had known for 31 years was suddenly gone, or so it seemed. And left in her place was a person I did not know how to be, did not want to be. All I felt, all the time, […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
[Revised version of an essay originally written July 6, 2007] In the weeks after the deaths of my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn, I found a photograph that instantly gripped me. In the photo, Steven was standing next to a statue of his recently adopted hero, Benjamin Franklin, along the Freedom Trail in […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
Two summers ago, my wonderful friend Amber asked if she could interview me for a project she was working on. At the time I was in Utah visiting my family for the summer, and I was newly pregnant with my 5th baby. Amber and Camlyn came to my dad’s house and set up their cameras […]Continue Reading... No Comments.