Browsing All posts tagged under »hope«

The Parable of the Piano Lesson

August 6, 2012

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I’m not creating new epiphanies today, but merely sharing someone else’s. In this case, the eloquent one is Brad Wilcox, who is speaking at a BYU Devotional. He tackles the much-misunderstood topic of grace. You’ll probably enjoy listening to him, because he is more eloquent than I, so I’ve embedded the video below, but I’ll […]

Burdens that aren’t Brief

July 4, 2012

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A dear friend of mine is very sick. She sleeps 20 hours a day on her couch and has for 6 weeks because she has little energy to do anything else. Many of her other friends are deeply worried about her, and their worry is exacerbated by her choice to pursue a healing method unfamiliar […]

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 […]

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

May 4, 2012

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“Dr. Dale Hull experienced a major life change – not to mention a career change – in 1999. He was a highly successful OB/GYN physician at the time, but a freak trampoline accident suddenly rendered him quadriplegic. With his medical training, he knew at the moment he landed that his life would never be the […]

The Third Redemption

April 8, 2012

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In the dark betrayal of night the hotheaded Galilean followed his friend. He would have died for him, with him, in a bloodfight, and even still his sword rested sheathed against his leg, ready. He had proved his loyalty, striking boldly at the guard, inviting the battle, and his master had only healed the wound. […]

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 […]

Angry All The Time

April 2, 2012

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When I was a little girl, I was afraid of my Grandma. It wasn’t just that she had a shrill voice and worked like a steam engine, it was that she was potentially volatile. She would shriek at my grandpa, but he just ignored her. She gave me quite a spanking once for smacking my […]