On March 6, 2013, I said a prayer. A short prayer, a simple prayer, THEN I acted on the impression I received. Since that moment, my life has changed significantly. Let me back up for a few moments. The year 2012 was a very full year for me. While I was travelling the country, I... Continue Reading →
Testimony of Forgiveness
Today I bore my testimony. My Testimony of God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. I bore my testimony that They LIVE and give me guidance every single time I ask. But I didn't say those things. Those words stayed locked inside of me as I thanked the Manchester Ward of the Bremerton, Washington Stake... Continue Reading →
Writing or Righting Personal Histories
What is the right way to write one's life? What is the proper way to remember another person’s life? With what filters do we present our lives and those of whom we've shared; to our descendants? Is it proper to filter out the times when children of God entertained demons of pride, vanity, ambition, depression,... Continue Reading →
Maggie and the Missionaries
OR "Those Tender Kind Souls Who Would Have LIKED Preached His Gospel to Me and Those I Finally Listened To" I have rarely admitted to anyone the long road it has taken me to get to a point where I invited missionaries into a house in which I resided. In fact, I don't believe I... Continue Reading →
A Different Kind of Happy Father’s Day: Temple Work as Therapy
I am a survivor. I didn't realize the extent of the abuse that I had survived, until repressed memories surfaced three years ago. Even before then, I knew that "Father's Day" never conjured up the happiness in me that it seemed it ought to have. I have experienced years of psychotherapy for the abuse I... Continue Reading →