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…)
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…)
This was it, this was the moment. This was the place. I felt it so strongly that my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. It was time for me to enter an eating disorder treatment center and I knew the one that I was going to be the best for me. The only problem was that there was $2,000 down payment in order to be admitted.
My husband and I did not have that kind of money lying around. We talked about selling our own possessions but nothing we had was worth that much. No matter how we looked at it, we could not afford the down payment. (more…)
That night is such a vivid memory but at the same time a complete blur. There was a lot of crying to the point I didn’t even realize when I was or wasn’t anymore. I felt deeply sad. I had never before lost someone to death and didn’t know how to feel. (more…)