Christ Kept His Scars–And We Can Too

Christ Kept His Scars–And We Can Too

“How beautiful you are he said a tapestry of scars.” -Atticus When I was in college, I flew home for the summer. I packed up everything I owned into my luggage and when I arrived at the airport, my bag was over the weight requirements, forcing me to remove...

The Meaning of Life

A Father’s Question My dad used to always ask, “What’s the meaning of life?” I felt he just wanted to start an interesting conversation. But when I was a kid, I never came up with any good answers; I would mostly repeat back what I had heard someone else say. He...
We Like Our Heaven Better

We Like Our Heaven Better

I have a family. We are a family. I bore these children, made from my own flesh and blood. I labor for them. I love them. I nursed them. I nourish them. But, when I listened to President’s Nelson’s talk on the Sunday Morning Session of General Conference,...
A Mother’s Blessing For My Daughters

A Mother’s Blessing For My Daughters

It is impossible to be a mother of both sons and daughters and not notice external and even internal biases that are imposed upon our children. Blue for boys, pink for girls. Trucks for boys, dolls for girls. But there are also covert biases that exist. Recently, a...
Why It Is Not Helpful To Tell Me To Leave

Why It Is Not Helpful To Tell Me To Leave

My arms ached. My back would feel it tomorrow. My fingers frozen from the nip of the wind. Tears welled in my eyes as I began to feel sorry for myself and the pathetic situation I was in. Again. As a single mother, snowfall doesn’t mean hot cocoa, snowmen, and...