Then Cometh Jesus Unto A Place Called Gethsemane: Why He Asks Us to Be His Hands

In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we often discuss what it means to be “His hands on earth.” It means we serve those around us as He would serve them and we love those around us as He would love them. Sometimes we may feel, though, “Why does He ask me?”, when we know He is fully capable of doing it on His own and that He would (more than likely) do a better job than we ever would. Note, though, that our Father is Heaven asks us. He doesn’t demand us, threaten us, or quite frankly, need us. All it is is a simple asking, an invitation. If we do as He asks, we show Him that we sustain Him. We choose to stand with Him and His counsel in a darkening world. Everything He asks us to do is important, and when we do as we are asked, we are blessed. Recently, God has asked me to serve a lot. And not just me; He has asked my mom, my brother Eric, my sister-in-law Siera and my husband Aaron to serve as well. You see, my healthy, happy, go-big-or-go-home father found out on Tuesday after weeks of absolute unbearable pain,

GIVEAWAY!!!!! Increase Your Everyday Confidence with My All-Time Favorite Pep-Talk

Who (besides me) LOVES to read? If you do, let us please start a weekly book club. If you don’t, this book will change that entirely. I pinkie promise. It’s a quick, easy read and you’ll experience laughter, tears, an increasing amount of faith in Him and recognize His faith in you, and you will be encouraged to ponder your purpose as His daughter. I was introduced to this book by my adorable mom and it’s called “Does this insecurity make me look fat?” The title alone! How can you not laugh?! As women we have days where our faults, weaknesses, disappointments, and our insecurities dog-pile on us and weigh us down. Those are the exact moments we (I) dig out the Dove Chocolates from my kitchen candy cupboard and indulge in one big fat pity-party but the truth is: we are not, and will never be, perfect in this life. We know we’ve made mistakes but we also know is that Heavenly Father loves us exactly as we are. He loves us and He needs us. He is directing a great work and He hurts when we don’t see ourselves or others through His eyes. Through reading this book, I’ve

Meet Marlee: 15 Little Facts You Probably Don’t Know About Me

Good morning, my friends. I am laying across my bed, flat on my stomach, slurping my kid-carton of Apple Juice watching my training courses from Start a Mom Blog wondering, “How in the heck am I going to keep doing this?” By this, I mean blogging. It’s my dream but following our dreams is overwhelming, isn’t it? There’s so much learning to be done, patience to endure, mistakes to be made, and successes to celebrate. The first mistake I have made right off the bat is doubting myself. I’ve been believing that I’m not good enough and I have nothing interesting to say. But oh, Satan. Nice try, Bucko. He is so eerily fond of watching us doubt ourselves, especially in the following areas: abilities decisions hearing answers to our prayers intelligence talents choices parenting skills thoughts intentions worth etcetera however… if we doubt not God and His ability to help us, to make us equal to our tasks, we can believe in ourselves. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call Aaron and cry about how lousy I felt, my ears were drawn to what my blogging course instructor had to say: “People don’t follow blogs, they follow people!”

Why Bad Habits Are Actually Good For Your Relationship with God

Let’s chit-chat about bad habits, shall we? For starters, the plastic shopping bag. “But I need those bags!” say the plastic bag lovers, but what we really mean is we love those bags to carry groceries, pick up pet poop, discard vegetable peels, or line the bathroom trash can. Plastic bags are not a need. They are a habit. A routine. A convenience. And it’s one I want to break. Basic needs include food, water, exercise, sleep, shelter, clothing, education, and for some of us, Diet Coke (I’d say coffee but I’m trying to encourage the Word of Wisdom). Nowhere is there mention of plastic bags. Anyway, habits come in various flavors; good, bad, and in-between. I consider my plastic bag habit bad because they suffocate my kitchen drawers and the more I collect them, the more I depend on them and confuse it with necessity. Other bad habits I have are staring at bright screens before I go to sleep, cracking my knuckles, and tossing my socks on the floor. Sometimes we get comfortable with these habits/routines/conveniences that it’s hard to imagine life without them. Another bad habit that people, mostly women, have is tying their self-esteem to their weight. Yes, hang

A Lesson Learned from the Candy Cupboard

My mom keeps an entire cupboard in her kitchen stashed with the tastiest treats and candies. I love that about her. My friends growing up loved it, as did the young men who stopped over on fast Sundays to collect our offerings, and now my husband reaps the benefits because I’ve adapted the same quirk. Inside her candy cupboard you’ll find happy childhood memories, tons of blissful smiles, and a teenage girl who used chocolate to cope with high school boy problems. As you’ve previously read (most likely), the hubs is currently on a month long business trip so lucky me I’m able to unwind from a busy day of writing and caring for children with my Kindle and a big box of Milk Duds. But the other day I had a day-date with Target and of course I purchased the Valentine’s edition of Dove’s milk chocolate. Those elegant foil wrappers totally give us something to talk about. I think the people at Dove think they’re really cute. I mean, they provide silly sayings on decorative foil but sometimes they’re actually deep and meaningful. You may agree or think they are flat out dorky, and that’s okay, but I’ve always been