Monday, May 28, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
The Power of Thought
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Agency
In years past we generally used the term free agency. That is not incorrect. More recently we have taken note that free agency does not appear in the scriptures. They talk of our being “free to choose” and “free to act” for ourselves (2 Nephi 2:27; 10:23; see also Helaman 14:30) and of our obligation to do many things of our own “free will” (D&C 58:27). But the word agency appears either by itself or with the modifier moral: “That every man may act in doctrine and principle … according to the moral agency which I have given unto him, that every man may be accountable for his own sins in the day of judgment” (D&C 101:78; emphasis added). When we use the term moral agency,
we are appropriately emphasizing the accountability that is an
essential part of the divine gift of agency. We are moral beings and
agents unto ourselves, free to choose but also responsible for our
choices.
By Elder D. Todd Christofferson
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
By Elder D. Todd Christofferson
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
From a devotional address delivered January 31, 2006, at Brigham Young University. For the full text, visit http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=1515.
Friday, May 18, 2012
From someone I met once
Jennifer:
It’s never sat right with me—calling myself by that term. *SINGLE* Defining myself by the thing I lack.
I was genuinely more happy once I lost myself in my life and in possibility.
my time isn’t about me “pampering myself,” it’s about me surviving...
I have diligently tried over the last two, maybe three, years to not let my relationship status deter or define me. (what I, Becky wish for again)
Becky's Voice now:
In counseling today I told him that I want to drown myself. Then at the end I told him I want to kill somebody. Then I quoted from a pin: I used to be a people person, but people ruined that for me.
He says I see myself as "broken", but I am not. His advice, is to count my blessings. I know that sounds clisha, but he didn't say it like that. It's more about living in the positive now and, like Jennifer said, in possibility.
The thing is I've felt broken my whole life. Elementary school, HS, My mission, College, YSA life- all of it- I felt broken, and I thought marriage would fix me- I'd have someone to love me, to put cement in the cracks and make me whole and better. Not just better, not sick anymore, but better as in a better me. I also wanted marriage so someone would take care of me.
I got married and I got more broken and couldn't even take care of myself let alone him.
Jason, my counselor says I'm not broken. OK, I'll try and believe that. Depressed- yes, beaten down- yes, unsure- yes, but I am whole- I guess.
Jewels song "Hands" ran through my mind in counseling.
It makes sense on a level never felt before. So maybe this should be my new theme, the words I say to myself when I want to kill someone or kill myself or even just hurt kids or do nothing or... feel less than. Those last 3 words, those are the words I've felt about myself for so long- so less than. And you know what- that phrase is what my patriarchal blessing says I will do- help those less fortunate then me. So, that means I can't be all that broken- right? There are others more broken, others with less than what I have, so that should make that blessing list doable- right?
I'm still trying to convince myself. I think you'll be able to tell when I believe it.
It’s never sat right with me—calling myself by that term. *SINGLE* Defining myself by the thing I lack.
I was genuinely more happy once I lost myself in my life and in possibility.
my time isn’t about me “pampering myself,” it’s about me surviving...
I have diligently tried over the last two, maybe three, years to not let my relationship status deter or define me. (what I, Becky wish for again)
Becky's Voice now:
In counseling today I told him that I want to drown myself. Then at the end I told him I want to kill somebody. Then I quoted from a pin: I used to be a people person, but people ruined that for me.
He says I see myself as "broken", but I am not. His advice, is to count my blessings. I know that sounds clisha, but he didn't say it like that. It's more about living in the positive now and, like Jennifer said, in possibility.
The thing is I've felt broken my whole life. Elementary school, HS, My mission, College, YSA life- all of it- I felt broken, and I thought marriage would fix me- I'd have someone to love me, to put cement in the cracks and make me whole and better. Not just better, not sick anymore, but better as in a better me. I also wanted marriage so someone would take care of me.
I got married and I got more broken and couldn't even take care of myself let alone him.
Jason, my counselor says I'm not broken. OK, I'll try and believe that. Depressed- yes, beaten down- yes, unsure- yes, but I am whole- I guess.
Jewels song "Hands" ran through my mind in counseling.
My hands are small I know but they aren't yours they are my own,
and I am never broken.... In the end, only kindness matters.
It makes sense on a level never felt before. So maybe this should be my new theme, the words I say to myself when I want to kill someone or kill myself or even just hurt kids or do nothing or... feel less than. Those last 3 words, those are the words I've felt about myself for so long- so less than. And you know what- that phrase is what my patriarchal blessing says I will do- help those less fortunate then me. So, that means I can't be all that broken- right? There are others more broken, others with less than what I have, so that should make that blessing list doable- right?
I'm still trying to convince myself. I think you'll be able to tell when I believe it.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I Believe in Beauty!
"I see and admire beauty in people. I am not so concerned with the look that comes of lotions and creams, of pastes and packs as seen in slick-paper magazines and on television. I am not concerned whether the skin be fair or dark. I have seen beautiful people in a hundred nations through which I have walked. Little children are beautiful everywhere. And so are the aged, whose wrinkled hands and faces speak of struggle and survival. . . . I believe in beauty--the beauty of God's unspoiled creations, the beauty of his sons and daughters who walk without whimpering, meeting the challenges of each new day" (The Teachings of Gordon B. Hinckley, p. 249).
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