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I am experiencing miracles of health and healing...

I experienced a true miracle today: I discovered that I love my body. Really? you ask. A miracle? Let me explain. I am a firm believer that the greatest miracle I can experience is a change of heart, because it involves the wills of two individuals--God's and my own. God can command the elements and they will obey, but He will not allow His will to supersede our own. Therefore, in order for our hearts to change, we have to be willing to be changed. Not only that, but when our hearts are truly changed, then we become open to the multitude of miracles awaiting us on the other side of that change. But I was not willing. For a very long time. AND...I didn't even know it. But last week as I was driving around town, I had this overwhelming realization hit me--I hated my body. Hated. And I had hated it since I was 10 years old. Body-image memories flooded me. I specifically remembered listening to other girls talk in jr. high and high school about their body flaw

When the Rhythm Changes

I wrote this article in the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic. I pondered rhythm frequently during this time. Is there a rhythm to a pandemic? Is it our role to try and shorten it? To learn to live "a new normal" and hopefully someday to return to the old rhythm we knew? I'm not sure of the answers to those questions, but pondering them led me to a deeper understanding of the Law of Rhythm. Every fall, as summer draws to a close, I begin to feel a bit restless. The lazy days, the vacations, the lack of a strict routine, which all felt so inviting just a few months previous, now feel wearing, and I long for the structure of the school year. The predictability. The routine. The security of knowing what to do and when to do it. A few months later, I feel taxed by the rigidity of the routine I once longed for. It feels so never-ending, and my entire family longs for a break. By then, winter vacation is just around the bend, and we get the rest we long for. It reminds me of

Divine Protection

My first year teaching 5th grade is wrapping up, and boy, I am hanging on by my fingernails (as are all the students)! The weather is so nice, and the kids just want to move and play outside. Who can blame them? It means that it is a perfect time for an outside field trip! Yesterday was the day. We bused the entire 5th grade up to beautiful Snow Basin to enjoy a day of hiking, games, and lunch on the lawn. It was PERFECT weather for our trip. Sunny but not too hot, shady for most of the hike without being too cold, and really fun to interact with my students in a less formal setting. Our majestic view of the mountains, and a beaver-made pond in the foreground. It was really cool to see the trees that the beavers had cut down! After the hike, we settled down for lunch, and the kids started pulling out games to play on the grass. Everything was picture perfect, until we heard one of the kids screaming, and running towards the adults, specifically to his mom, who was one of

Come, Follow Me

We're a few weeks into the Come, Follow Me curriculum that the Church as moved to. We have studied a couple of lessons as a family, and I have taught one of the lessons in Gospel Doctrine. So far so good, and I have had some really wonderful insights. But I've really been struck in the last week about the ability the Lord has to guide us and teach us in such individual ways, if we will listen. I wish I could articulately describe the learning process for me over the last few days, but try to explain it would leave me rambling. I guess the best way to succinctly say it is that I started in one place and ended in someplace totally unexpected. After accepting and completing President Nelson's challenge to read the Book of Mormon by the end of 2018, I thought I would let the Book of Mormon be less of a focus for me this year, and spend the bulk of my study time in the New Testament. But after a few days without regularly feasting on the Book of Mormon, I quickly change

Feast Upon the Words of Christ

I finished reading the Book of Mormon yesterday. I began last October, in response to President Russell M. Nelson's invitation to the sisters in the General Women's Meeting. Why did I do it? And what did I gain from it? It strengthened my testimony of the Book of Mormon. This book is a true record of people who lived on this earth, who knew Jesus Christ and his gospel. They recorded their experiences, good and bad, for our benefit. We don't have to experience the same consequences, born of their iniquity, if we will learn from their mistakes. It is another testament of Jesus Christ. One of President Nelson's specific challenges was to pay special attention to every mention of the Savior and His work. I started by marking every phrase that included mention of the Lord: the Lord warns, the Lord commands, the Lord hears and answers his people's prayers. The Lord calls prophets to teach and instruct his people. The Lord strengthens, the Lord protect

Great are the promises of the Lord unto them who are upon the isles of the sea......

*Disclaimer* As I study the scriptures, little thoughts and questions fill my mind. Think of this post as a bit of a book report on the associated verses, telling what I got from them. Especially as I try to imagine what Laman and Lemuel were thinking. Really, who could know what these guys thought? This is in no way a pronouncement of Church doctrine. I'm just a girl trying to increase my understanding. ;) I read a little of 2 Nephi chapter 10 in the Book of Mormon this morning as my scripture study. Verses 20 and 21 really caught my eye: 20 And now, my beloved brethren, seeing that our merciful God has given us so great knowledge concerning these things, let us remember him, and lay aside our sins, and not hang down our heads, for we are not cast off; nevertheless, we have been driven out of the land of our inheritance; but we have been led to a better land, for the Lord has made the sea our path, and we are upon an isle of the sea. 21 But great are the promises