This is the personal testimony of Margaret Slighte
Sacrament Young men assemble White shirts and ties. More boys gather Have we told any lies? Arms folded All pray A boy’s voice is heard. Bishop nods in, Agreement is conferred. The taste the texture of bread on the tongue Thoughts directed To what He has done. Cup touches Lip opens fresh water poured Christ’s... Continue Reading →
In utter and complete disbelief, my words were taken from me in front of the video call I was in the midst of, as I watched in shock as my beloved Triple splashed into my dog's water bowl.
The Christmas BasketIt's been three years now, since this little basket found its way to my front door. I was new in town and new in a Church Ward Family.I was also new to being housed. After having lived in my car and by other means, not under a roof of my own, for 7.5... Continue Reading →
For weeks I lamented about the lack of ability to take Sacrament as a single sister. I posted in a few Latter-day Saint groups on social media where others might commiserate. Then I deleted my posts, not wanting to sow discontentment.
In 2016 I was gifted with several personal revelations. I was told I would have clarity about romance in 2020. I was also told that I would meet "him."
I haven't been writing here for quite some time. I have been engaging in a wrestle with God. That wrestle was started a long time ago, yet I was unaware for most of it. I felt angry. I took that anger out on the most innocent people around me. These last few months, without church... Continue Reading →
It's been almost two years now, since I left New Hampshire in a van given to me by God and His angels, helping me to make it home to Olympia, Washington after The Car That Ran on Prayers was finally laid to rest in Manchester in late June 2017. I recently reflected on my Testimony... Continue Reading →
The new study book and program "Come Follow Me" has made my scripture study easier and more enjoyable
I have loved my "Irishness"ever since I first learned of my heritage, but I had no idea where in Ireland my family originated.
When our Prophet talks about us "all being mothers," what I feel him saying is that we are all creators. In her book of poetry, Mother's Milk, Rachel Hunt Steenblik opens up her heart and her yearning for a Mother in Heaven, a feeling many of us have felt. As a woman who has run home... Continue Reading →
