“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.
I can’t believe it will be ten years this November since my brother Steven and his wife Catheryn passed away. Steven would be turning 40 this November. It’s still surreal, even a decade later. They’re on my mind tonight because I’ve been working on the story of their boating accident as told by my […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
When I was depressed and suicidal, I couldn’t read. I couldn’t look at websites. No facebook newsfeeds. And sometimes I even told my husband he needed to screen my emails before I could read them. Pretty much all books were out of the question (with the exception of Truman Madsen’s words). I couldn’t even read […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
This blog has been quiet for almost half a year. I can’t tell you how many times over the summer I wished I could hop on here at Magdala Rising and share what was going on in my head. Unfortunately, I lost the notebook where I keep my complicated password, and when I tried to […]Continue Reading... 4 Comments.
A little over a year ago, we came home after an extended stay with my parents. I was battling severe anxiety and depression, compounded by withdrawals from a temporary anxiety medication my body had not responded well to. On my first Sunday back, we made a visit to the bishop’s house. He wanted to meet […]Continue Reading... 2 Comments.
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy. . . . And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit. -Joel 2:28-29 Almost exactly one year ago, a guy […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.
A few days ago I received this story from a lovely reader. She gave permission for me to share it here. Thank you, Dev Satya Kaur! By Dev Satya Kaur I turned my tire to avoid what looked like a box of mason jars in the center lane of the road. What was a small […]Continue Reading... 1 Comment.