I am so glad your mother gave you the gift of life. I am so glad you exist. And every day that you choose to keep going is a gift to humanity and yourself.
It has now been almost a year since I stared at that surprisingly positive pregnancy test.
All of the talk was beautiful, but do you know what my absolute favorite part was? My favorite phrase Elder Holland uttered today was this: “laboring through the battered landscape of his despair.” As Elder Holland spoke of a mother striving to bear up her son as he traveled through the darkest days and nights of his intense anguish… I can’t even really describe to you what I felt inside.
So we moved this summer. In the process of unpacking, I found a composition book with notes, freewriting, story ideas, and poetry from the…
Last Sunday we talked about Gethsemane and the Apostles struggling to “watch” with Christ in His agony. I think our instructor’s was the best explanation I have ever heard for the apostles seemingly “slacking on the job.” It is not easy to hold space for someone in pain, and the Apostles were holding space for the most intense experience of pain that has ever occurred.
For the last six months my husband and I have been reading the Harry Potter books to our kids before bedtime. Last night we…
Yogi Bhajan taught that it was the job of a yoga teacher to “poke, provoke, confront, and elevate.” If that is the case, no one has been a greater teacher to me than my children. No spiritual practice has done more to purify my soul than motherhood.
My experience with milk donation is that an ounce given is received back one hundred times over in the the joy of selfless service. For both donor and recipient, an exchange of freely given breast milk is about so much more than filling bellies. It is about finding healing and bringing peace to the hearts that long for love, and that is a treasure that cannot be measured in ounces.
As more and more of these brave and valiant spirits try to make their way to earth again, the powers of darkness are heightening their efforts at preventing their entrance.
A trip to the states and a browse in one of my favourite book shops solved everything. As I stared at the cover of The Gift of Giving Life I felt a little sense of excitement about being able to feel the spirit about being pregnant and giving birth. After reading the contents and seeing the sort of discussions that I would be able to partake of, I knew I had to take this book home. And I was right. This book calmed all of my fears and totally blew my mind.