(I know its bizarre to have a blogger who is kind of a private person. The word oxy-moron comes directly to mind.)
But somewhere in the world, there is someone who feels guilty and trapped. And it is my hope that my story will free them.
Roughly 6 months ago I chose to stop attending the singles branch in my area and attend the family ward instead. I was only 25 and still single, and therefore not required to leave because of ineligibility.
But I had to leave.
Throughout the preceding months I had experienced multiple difficult moments in my life...both personally, socially and spiritually.
I was hurt and very much broken. I had been treated unkindly. I had been made to feel low and worthless.
Church had become very hard. But I kept going...every week with a renewed plan to reach out. To get outside of myself. To smile and talk to the girl who might be hiding a secret pain just as much as myself.
And every week I would walk into the building bracing myself to put forth an effort I wasn't sure I had the energy to put forth.
And every week I left feeling defeated and more hurt. I would walk into the meeting room and see evidence of past pain and current hurt. And suddenly the valiant efforts I wanted to make...to ensure no one felt as alone and unloved as I felt...fizzled.
And suddenly I turned inward. Self-focused yes. In my own head yes.
I didn't help anyone. I didn't reach out to anyone.
And worse...I couldn't listen and learn myself.
I was spiraling. My hurt was turning into bitterness and anger.
I had stayed out of feelings of duty and responsibility. But was I doing anyone any good?
I wasn't. So I stepped back. And made a change.
And to this day, I will say it was the best decision I could have made at the time.
I knew I could not leave the church. In the past, religion and spirituality had been a buoy in times of pain and hurt.
So I chose to attend the family ward. I worked in the nursery....aka the best place in the world for someone who is hurting, feeling unloved, and unsure.
Many people told me I was wrong. That I was being unsupportive of my local leaders and singles congregation.
They said I wasn't where I belonged or where I was supposed to be.
I appreciate their opinions. And perhaps in some settings they might be right.
But I knew that for me...at that time...my choice was perfectly correct.
So what is the moral? Why do I share?
Single's congregations...wards and branches....were created to provide a place for young single adults to feel comfortable. To be able to find social connections with other people in their same time of life.
So if that is what you need...and where you feel comfortable. GO!!!!!!!!
But if you feel more comfortable in your family ward. Go there. And don't feel guilty.
Traditionally members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (ya know...us Mormons haha) do not celebrate the season of Lent.
However, I myself (and I'm sure many others) greatly revere and admire the practice.
The act of forsaking something for 40 days....a truly symbolic amount of time...to draw closer to God and the Savior Jesus Christ is a beautiful practice.
The idea of celebrating and remembering the Savior leading up to Easter, a time where all Christians everywhere remember the greatest moment of all history and all eternity doesn't seem like a bad idea to me!
In the past I have joined other Christians and considered what in my life was keeping me from the Savior and from experiencing the complete happiness He wants me to have.
But this year has been a little different. This year, shortly before Ash Wednesday I experienced a great loss. An unexpected loss. A loss that knocked me down and left me questioning how I ought to move forward....or even if I could.
The obvious thought came to my mind of giving up the sadness and despair I felt. Push it away and force the happiness into my life.
Are you laughing yet? Looking back I am! Like that was going to be remotely possible!!!!
Luckily I received some very wise counsel from a dear friend and church leader.
When those of the Jewish faith experience a loss they have a very special grieving process. Shiva is kept by close family for a week and afterwards many will continue to practice grieving rituals for 30 days and then 12 months after.
These devout and wonderful people truly allow themselves to deal with the loss...mourn the life...remember the person....and honor their memory.
Letting go of grief is not an immediate process. It takes time, and allowing ourselves that time is the most important step.
So this Lent, this Mormon is drawing from the truths found in Catholicism and Judaism and adding a twist
For me, Lent will not be so much what I am not doing, but what I am doing.
I am not going to hide from my emotions. I'm not going to bury them deep inside me to fester and grow until explosion.
I am going to allow myself to feel. And even more...I am going to ask for the help needed to strengthen me throughout the process.
Sadness is an important and needed emotion. The scriptures tell us Christ wept. The gift of tears and weeping and feeling is just that...a gift that fosters empathy.
But sadness can easily become despair. And the minute we fall into despair shortly after falls discouragement and we begin to lose faith and hope.
Easter morning is the single most hope-filled day of the year. After mourning and sadness and difficult times, we can rise and
This is one of my favorite Christmas songs about Christ.
Not just for the beautifully haunting melody.
The poetic imagery of the lyrics is powerful.
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Close the path to misery.
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o'er the grave
How beautiful to consider.
In life so often we are stuck in the gloomy clouds of night, the dark shadows that try to swallow us up.
But through Jesus Christ we are given victory over all that saddens...all that threatens to destroy our happiness and joy.
He can save us...not just from the Hell they teach you about in Sunday School. But from the personal hells that we all experience at one time or another in life.
Mariah Carey's version is cool and fun and peppy.
But...there is something about Michael Buble's version.
He kinda slows it down and brings out the romance of it.
We all love Christmas for the reindeer and the trees and the stockings.
We love Christmas for how it reminds us of the birth of Jesus Christ and the true meaning of the season.
But it also is wonderful for how it lets us be close to the ones we love.
Family, friends, that special someone.
Its a time when the best gift is time, memories and perfect moments.
I'm an adult. My age says so. But I hope I never become a grown up.
Grown ups forget the magic.
They forget the echoing silence of a nighttime snowfall.
Or the wonder of the sea of lights twinkling throughout the neighborhood.
Grown ups don't fall asleep next to the Christmas tree.
They don't make lists for Santa or leave cookies and carrots.
You won't catch a grown up dancing to Christmas music
And they certainly won't close their eyes and make a wish that the hat they put on their snowman will bring it to life.
As we grow up and get caught up in the hustle and bustle of life...bills, work, insurance claims, 401Ks....we forget the magic and hope that comes with Christmas time.
Rudolph and Santa and Frosty are replaced with Bosses, Presidents, and the all powerful and mystical THEY.
But Christmas is more than just a day.
Its a season. A season for gratitude and a season for love.
A season to be with those you hold most dear and to make cherished memories.
Its a time to remember that the world isn't all bad.
The news may be full of wars and rumors of wars.
Famines and pestilence. Earthquakes and disease.
Poverty and hunger and violence.
But also somewhere there is a child....making a wish on a Christmas star.
Today was a bit of a roller coaster!
I won't get into too many details...other than that I suddenly sat in shocked dismay feeling as though I had lost an ally and a protector.
It luckily was a misunderstanding and I ended the night with two allies and two protectors.
But there for a while I felt very low. And as I drove home, this song came on.
"To free all those who trust in Him from Satan's power and might"
Satan was trying to bring me down. But my Savior came in to free me from his power and might.
This time of year its easy to think a lot about Christ and what He has done for us...in a general wide expanse sense.
BUT
I know I don't usually think about the little things. The tiny moments when He frees us from Satan's power and might.
The moments when He truly gives us comfort and joy....not just tidings of it.
So a million years ago (ok it was only like 3...it just feels like a million) I ended a 365 day lyric blog. A song a day. All year.
It was exhausting honestly haha. But after I finished, I missed it. And ever since a small part of me has always longed for the days when I had guidance and direction on what to write about!
And now here we are at Christmas time. And Christmas music is a constant sound at my house and in my car.
Christmas songs are so special...and I have many favorites.
Maybe thinking about Christmas songs will finally help me get over my blog writers blog hump!!!