Browsing All posts tagged under »discouragement«

Your Life is So Easy

May 15, 2013

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Previously published in the discussion forum at Real Intent. Some years ago I was Young Women President shepherding a group of very individualistic souls. One was a gregarious young woman, whose parents were divorced and mother was earning barely above minimum wage, whose life was filled with economic distress but whose character responded by stepping […]

Choose Higher Ground

April 20, 2013

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My missionary son wrote his first p-day letter Monday. It was heart-rending. I thought of The God Who Weeps as I pondered on the soul-stretching he is going through, and the profoundly humble way he is embracing it. And I wept too. It caught me at my own moment, on the second day of a […]

Digging Deep Wells

September 16, 2012

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I sat in the evening session of Stake Conference last night as scrambled as a Kal-toh game. Organize kids to help, pick tomatoes, wash and boil and icewater and skin them (the tomatoes), cut and squeeze and blend and boil them, add spices, chop onions and peppers and add them, turn down to simmer, hurry […]

The Signs in the Maze

August 25, 2012

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I have an ambivalent relationship with The Giving Tree. I’m sure there are those who haven’t felt the need to fight with the children’s classic. When I was a young mother, consumed with love for my first daughter, I read into the tree’s sacrifice the lengths to which I would go to nurture her journey […]

I Wasn’t There for the Weeds

June 29, 2012

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It’s been a discouraging week. They aren’t always, in fact seldom are no matter what happens, but this one was. Today as I worked in the ash-filled air, heavy with a melancholy and a mourning that has left me thinking about all that is lost when the land burns, I thought about weeding onions. The […]

Birthing Hope

April 5, 2012

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I was invited to write a special article for Holy Week at MormonWoman.org – you can see it here. For my regular readers, I am also including it here. A wave of nausea washed over me as I felt the familiar tightening again, the groan rising silently in my soul: “here it comes.” Long minutes of pressure […]

Waiting’s Worth

February 27, 2012

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I stood for nearly three hours on a little hill with 6 other women, dressed in white, under a large branch with white tissue flowers tied to it, holding little crystals on fishing line necklaces, and waiting. We stood in the twilight and then the dark, quiet and immobile, and when we received the sign […]