At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter …
Looking back, I can recognize pivotal times of transition throughout my life when I moved from a lower to a higher plane. Sometimes the process was relatively painless, but other times it was steep and intense. The end result was always the same, however: joy. Every time we are born again, our capacity for joy is heightened.
Sometimes, playing my little “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” feels like the hardest thing in the world. And the Master’s request, “Don’t quit. Keep playing,” feels like the tallest order ever given. Endure to the end? Really? I so often respond, as Moses did, “It is too heavy for me,” and in my darkest moments, “Kill me, I pray thee.” But grace. Grace.
After returning home after our summer trip to UT, I decided that I wanted to do 40 days of the meditation “Ra Ma Da Sa” with the intention of helping my daughter heal from her prebirth wounds. So I did. And it was life-changing.
It is my belief that some of the most valiant and gifted of heavenly fathers children are among them, and it is for this very reason that Satan has (often repeatedly) thwarted their entrance into mortality. They are the armies that will eventually destroy him. Let’s help empower them to do so.
For the past couple of years, I’ve been pondering what I want to do to help my daughter prepare as she nears the milestone of menarche.
THE BIRTH by Laura Schmitt At 6:29am she was born. Of course she was helpless and frail to the path before her, but she was also determined and glowing with a newfound warmth. Her body surged with changes that shook the foundation of self image she may have known. …
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Trial of Faith By Shaylee Ann My heart ached. My head pounded. My faith was tried. I was in agony. My womb was empty of the life that once grew there. I knew before we lost her that I would miscarry. I was cramping. I was bleeding. I was calm. The compassion I felt for …
Shari shares the healing journey she experienced as she brought her special son, Michael, to Earth. It gives us much to ponder, particularly those struggling with pregnancy depression and those who have had cesareans.
Today’s Virtual Book Tour post comes from Arianne at Still Parenting. Arianne’s post made my day. Not only is it beautifully written, she made it even more beautiful with her stunning photos….
