This morning Eric and I woke up late as usual. And by late I mean just enough time for Eric to get out the door in the nick of time. As he ran up the stair I had a thought. … Continue reading
I haven’t written in a while. Not because I didn’t have anything to say, but simply because I couldn’t find the words. Women and the priesthood. #letstalkaboutit This subject, as my husband will attest to you, has brought me to … Continue reading
I have often wondered what would have happened if the missionaries that baptized my family decided not to serve a mission.
Luckily, they did.
And tears of gratitude come to my eyes because of it.
Behind every missionary is a life, a legacy they have touched.
And though not every touched life ends in a dripping wet white jumpsuit, hearts will be changed.
My friend, Kayla blogs over at All Our Lemmony Things. Today, she posted about the missionaries that changed her life. She gives some poignant advice to men and women thinking about serving.
Thanks, Kayla, and happy 5-year anniversary.
Today is my 5th birthday.
Not “birth” birthday, of course–I’m 23, not 5.
No, five years ago today I left the old Kayla behind and became someone different. Someone trying to be a little better.
I became a Latter-day-Saint.
A few weeks leading up to today I told my husband we should have cake to celebrate (kind of a silly tradition). He made cookies instead–and I sure don’t mind since sugar is sugar *and his cookies rock*. I also spent some time flipping though my old journal, remembering entries I wrote while I was being taught by my missionaries and looking over pictures from the day I was baptized alongside my family.
And now that I’m settled down from a sugar rush that I managed to get before lunchtime and my husband is off running an errand, I got the desire to write to you–the 18, 19, 20-something-year-old young…
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I would like to start this post by saying that I recognize that there are some situations revolving around pains, injuries and illness that merit an honorable release from a mission. There are other situations where pain becomes an excuse. … Continue reading
Once upon a time, there was a great missionary named Nephi. He taught with power and authority. He prayed mightily for his people. He acutely followed the direction of the spirit. He also got discouraged. And boy, did he. But … Continue reading
Guys. We have to talk about something very important: Body image. And before you start getting overly concerned about how I feel about my own body image, ask me what was the first thing I did after getting home from … Continue reading
As I walked from my office to the train station to take the 5:05 home, I saw a life snapshot evolve right in front of me. You know, those moments you pray your mind will keep in excellent condition because … Continue reading
Last night Eric Whitlock and I exited the freeway after a very long, very warm Sunday. In the still of the desert night, when the sun sets and the world begins to cool, Eric and I arrived at the scene … Continue reading
Good morning. Or whatever the proper salutation is for 3 a.m. blogging. I couldn’t sleep. Naturally, I found myself thinking of you. As well as every other thought ever conceived. I’m sitting in my bedroom, propped up against a wall, … Continue reading
Hello. This is slightly awkward, like saying hello to a friend you recognized in the frozen food section of Albertson’s, but haven’t seen since high school and well, where do you really start? I honestly don’t feel that sorry for … Continue reading