I don’t talk openly about this chapter of my life too often.
When I do, it’s often for a well-timed, calculated purpose.
This time, it’s because a little voice in the corner of my heart kept telling me to share.
I am an adjunct professor at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I love my job. I love my students.
One of the things I love most about them is their strength. It astounds me.
And not just physical strength. I’m talking mental strength.
I see so many student who carry tremendous loads and do so with grace and dignity. They bear the burden of anxiety. They trudge through the trenches of depression. They rise from the ashes of their pasts as pure, refined and triumphant champions.
But the scars are still there. And sometimes, the wounds are too deep to ignore.
I get it. I mean I really, really get it.
I’ve struggled with mental illness my entire life.
Continue reading “Press forward: An open letter to my students”
It’s been one of those weeks where I’ve laughed until I’ve cried and cried until I’ve laughed. It’s been wrenchingly emotional and highly stressful.
But as my good husband has recently reminded me, that’s just how I operate. I always have a million irons that I’ve happily thrown into the fire, and some nights (normally Thursdays) it comes out in break-down form.
What I’ve learned all these years of being an over-involved-over-acheiver, is that well, I’m still learning. A LOT.
Luckily, I have the best network of people surrounding me and cheering me on, including God. This week, as my stress level hit critical mass, I decided to seek refuge in the temple. I had lots of questions, and I just knew God would answer all of them. Why? Because I desperately needed answer. I had tried everything on my own, and now was begging for help from on high.
But that’s not how it works. At least it wasn’t for me this week. Instead of having a steady stream of blue-print like instructions from the Lord outlining my path, I received something else entirely. Continue reading “4 things I learned about revelation while desperately seeking it”
It was a sunny morning. The light was reflecting off the new snow.
As I had thousands of times before, I got out of bed, stretched and headed toward the kitchen.
But as I walked past my parent’s bedroom, I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
“This will be the last Christmas we spend together as a family,” my mother told a stranger over the phone. Continue reading “Binding up the broken”
I woke up to the hurried unzipping noise of our tent flap and knew in an instant that something wasn’t right.
“There’s been a disaster, girls. We need to get to the base of camp with the rest of the group.”
I felt fear. A lot of it.
Though it was pitch black, I knew it was a clear night.
The air was still, but there was a terrible howling noise coming from the amphitheater of our campsite.
It was coming from the loudspeakers. Continue reading “Looking for the light”