We walked down the streets of Temple Square. The lights sparked as they surrounded me. The cold biting my exposed cheeks. While standing in front of the temple my activity days leader handed me a shiny little golden box with a bow on top. All of us girls were so excited to see what could be wrapped in this beautiful present.
When I first opened it I was very disappointed. But as time went on I grew to understand and truly appreciated it. (more…)
I did not serve a mission. I wanted to, but didn’t. I had my papers all ready to go but as I was about to submit them I had the strong impression that I shouldn’t. That was a difficult experience but looking back I am grateful that I didn’t. I know it would have been much harder to be a successful missionary with undiagnosed depression and eating disorder.
I have since come to terms with not going on a mission because I learned something very valuable and section eleven of “The Living Christ” reminded me of that. (more…)
The shiny tray comes around to me. I grab a piece of bread as I pass the tray to the person next to me. As I partake of the bread I think about how long it has been since I wore a dress and sat in a physical chapel. It was nice to hear the sounds of children crying. It reminded me that I was in an actual ward. (more…)
It’s difficult to look in a mirror. I see all of my imperfections and dwell on them. I constantly feel as if I am never good enough. I continually compare myself to everyone around me. I don’t forgive myself for mistakes. I think I am unworthy for love when I sin.
You know what? I am a professional at how to make myself completely miserable. “The Living Christ” section nine speaks a truth that I need to better comprehend: (more…)
As a child I hated general conference. It was soooo long and soooo boring. I could not stand it. The only good thing about it was getting to stay in my pj’s all day long.
As I’ve gotten older I have come to enjoy conference in a way that my younger self would never have understood. There is something amazing about listening to the prophet and his apostles speak. I can truly feel the spirit as they talk. Plus, they always say something that I truly needed to hear.
But more importantly, there is something so special and sacred that happens each conference that truly grows my testimony. In “The Living Christ” section eight, Joseph Smith does this thing: (more…)