We must be “First Responders” to our spiritual promptings…

This last weekend we had the privilege of driving up to see my sister-in-law Sierra perform in the BYU Women’s Chorus Spring Recital. As an added bonus, we also were able to get tickets to a session of General Conference for Griffin and me, Sierra and her friend, and my in-laws.

Friday evening, we were able to catch a portion of the choir practice, which was amazing, and then we returned later to see them tear it up with a variety of talent-filled pieces. The hymns they sang really brought the spirit and the more fun pieces really brought joy to the audience.

What surprisingly affected me the most (as a precursor to conference) was the guest choir. Before they would sing certain pieces, both the BYU Women’s Chorus and the guest choir, would read aloud the lyrics. I found this very helpful, both from a musical stand-point and it helped me understand the feeling the song was meant to have before it was sung.

The Guest Choir sung a religious number with very few lyrics, but the lyrics it did have were very powerful and very striking for me.

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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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