Elder Jeffery R Holland quote

The Fear that Keeps Every Mormon Mom up at Night

When I became a mom I forgot how to sleep. It was like I just had no idea how much there is to worry about. Well, now I know. I know real good. 3 am seemed to be the magic time to wake up and visualize my kids living on a street corner strung out on heroin. It would start with me replaying the argument I had with my seven-year-old, then I’d think she’ll never really know I love her if we fight ...

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Looking Forward with an Eternal Perspective

In the fall of 2014 the end of my LDS mission was quickly approaching. The transfer was scheduled to end a few weeks after my original date to go home and the Mission President generally allowed sisters the choice of either leaving 3 weeks early or staying 3 weeks longer. I had just recently received news that I had been accepted to the Ballet program at BYU (which was a HUGE miracle for me) and ...

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I believe in you, feminism, please believe in me too

I believe in you, feminism, please believe in me too

I was born the 5th of 7 children. My dad worked full-time installing fire alarms, and on the nights and weekends, he worked as an electrician for the construction of new homes. My mom stayed home and raised us 7 children. I grew up learning to cook, sew, clean, and craft from my mom. She helped me with my homework and taught me to love reading. But on the weekends, every one of us kids went and ...

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compared to God, man is nothing; yet we are everything to God

God Cares About the Small Things Too

The other day I was looking for a specific t-shirt. I looked through my closet, under my bed, I'd washed and folded all the laundry (that was a miracle!), I'd checked and double-checked every last place I could think of- with NO luck whatsoever. I could not find that shirt anywhere. After a while I chose another shirt and tried to move on with my day, but it kept bugging me! I knew I had the shirt ...

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The Greatest Lie Satan Told Me- That I Believed

Every morning, I wake up, go to the bathroom, and weigh myself. I never used to do this. I didn't grow up in a house where weight mattered, rather the way I felt and what I was able to accomplish with my healthy body mattered. Up until I was weighed regularly at prenatal checkups, I couldn't even tell you how much I weighed. Now I am a thirty-something mother of four, and somewhere along the way, ...

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