Sunday, January 15, 2017
Sunday, January 8, 2017
This last weekend I found myself laying on a cold bathroom floor in my basement, feeling so sick, I literally couldn’t pull myself off the floor. I was experiencing what I can only assume was a migraine, because my head hurt so much I thought it was going to explode, and I was so nauseous that I didn’t even dare move a muscle. For some reason, laying my head on the freezing tile of my bathroom floor allowed me a very slight ease from my discomfort, but not much. In short, I felt dreadful. As I lay there wishing for death to take me, I suddenly got a whiff of something very familiar - I smelled my mother. Now, before you go thinking that my mother smells like bathroom floors, let me explain. Just the week previous, my parents had traveled clear across the country to spend the holidays with us. We gave them the spare bedroom in the basement with the adjoining bathroom (the very one that I was currently plastered to). I don’t know if it was the fragrance of her usual brand of hairspray, the smell from her laundry detergent, or perhaps a lotion of some sort, but as I lay there groaning in pain, I smelled my mother and it instantly gave me a feeling of love and peace. Don’t get me wrong, I was still in pain and couldn’t move a muscle, but for some reason, the smell of my mother that had lingered in that downstairs bathroom gave me great comfort in my time of misery.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
As I was growing up, my family had the unique opportunity to live in the beautiful country of Guatemala. Lush jungles, massive volcanoes, beaches, and a rich history are all things that make Guatemala a wonderful place to live or visit. However, one of my very favorite things about living in Guatemala is the bright, beautiful fabrics made and worn by indigenous peoples that live there.
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Some friends of our family recently invited us to a birthday party at the beach. Even though the sand at our closest beach resembled kitty litter more than real sand, we were excited to get out and cool off from the hot summer day. We set up camp alongside our friends, and our kids joined the other families that were there in playing in the shallow water.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I love to read. I come from a family of avid readers. My parents love to read, my siblings love to read. In fact, I think if you asked most of us what our ideal vacation would be, it would be sitting somewhere beautiful with some yummy food and a good book.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
I have read The Book of Mormon over two dozen times during my life, and while I am always inspired by its message, I am also flabbergasted that there are Jews and Christians out there that do not accept it. You may think me crazy, but I am of the opinion that every Christian church and Jewish synagogue should have the writings in The Book of Mormon as part of their canonized scripture, even if they don’t agree with the doctrine or authority of the LDS church.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
If you were asked to choose one word to describe the Savior, what would it be? When I think about my Lord and Savior, the first word that immediately comes to mind is Love. During his life on earth, each lesson taught, each service rendered, and even each rebuke administered, stemmed from his deep and unfailing love for the Father and also for us, his brothers and sisters. Although I have never sat at the Savior’s feet or touched the prints of the nails, I have felt his constant and abiding love for me. I have felt it during the lowest points of my life as well as in the moments of greatest joy. It is a love that is unchanging, patient and encouraging, and not even dependent on our reciprocation. In all, the love of the Savior is as the as the Lord describes it in the scriptures as “most joyous to the soul”, “the greatest of all gifts of God”, “perfect”, and “everlasting”.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
As a mother, it is a pretty nerve racking experience to approach a room my children are in, and hear the phrase, “Hurry, Mom’s coming”, quickly followed by shuffling noises. Then, upon entering the room, see five sets of eyes beaming up at me with a look as if to say, “We weren’t doing anything bad”.