When A Leap of Faith is Too Much

There are times in life when our faith doesn’t seem to fill up the cup anymore. When our attitude has shifted. When we want to do great things and want to succeed and feel that joy from the success after the struggle and it just doesn’t happen the way we thought.

What do we do when that leap of faith for Him seems like too big a step, like too far a jump or just too much to ask?

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The Realization that Helped Me Heal After Divorce

My first husband was a kind, silly, fun and good man. And I was beyond excited when I had the privilege of marrying him in the temple. But a temple wedding does not a perfect marriage make.

He was kind and caring and wanted to do the right things. He wanted to be the man I could count on and wanted to make me happy.

Part of this life is understanding that we all have weaknesses and that we are here on earth to learn to overcome them through the atonement of Jesus Christ. I have had many opportunities to partake is the atonement to help me overcome my weaknesses, and have also learned the atonement is there to help me forgive others for their weaknesses.

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I learned it the hard way…

In the months and conversations that followed my divorce, I often tried to escape the likely awkward surprising moments when people realized I was a 22-year-old divorcee with humor. They would say “I’m sorry…” and I would say, “I’m not, I am happy now! Its a good thing!”  And while that was true….it still doesn’t account for all the heartache in between. They would say… “Oh, that must have been hard….I can’t believe you had to go through that” and I would say “Oh, it’s okay, Heavenly Father knows that I need to learn things the hard way.

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Scars

I remember when I was 11 or 12 years old and was making myself a snack in the kitchen. I am a proud lover of all things fruit and vegetable and decided to have an apple for a snack. So I got out our handy apple slicer. I was having a bit of trouble getting it to cut through the apple, and before I knew it I was bleeding. Like a lot. And it hurt. A lot. Thankfully it was Saturday, so my dad was there to help.

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