7 Simple Actions to Increase the Love of God in your Life

Challenges and trials can knock us off our feet. We can feel numb to the world, to our spouse, our children, our church, and our jobs. Sometimes we feel like we are living our life in slow motion or everything seems like a blur.

I definitely have felt this way many times in my life– especially after losing a baby. Almost every time I lost a baby, I would withdraw. I would feel like my ability to feel even one more thing was impossible. The feeling of sorrow would completely overwhelm me and all my senses. Numbing myself became my coping mechanism for most of my miscarriages. Feeling became too overwhelming because I didn’t know how to allow those feelings to sit, pass through me, and then provide the understanding and strength that trials are intended to bring.

Over the years, I have found these seven actions tremendously helpful in my ability to feel the Love of God more fully in my life again. His Love never leaves- we are the ones who distance ourselves from feeling it.

  1. Finding new places for quick conversations with God, our Heavenly Father. You can ask my kids, they know my favorite place to pray is my bathroom. You can turn on the fan, and in my case a wonderful heat light, and kneel down and pray. It is my quiet place. Another favorite is my car. When my kids were all younger, even if they were in the car, they were in the back. So I could silently pray, cry, and ponder as we drove. Then wipe my tears, and be ready again to be a mom that could be present for them.
  2. Studying Conference Talks on the topics of The Love of God, Hope, and Peace. In the church I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints there is a biannual conference where our church leaders give the most beautiful talks that inspire and uplift and give direction to us in our lives. These talks speak to my heart just as the scriptures do. These talks made such a big difference to me. And listening to them again, and not just reading them, allows the emotion of the speaker to touch our hearts even more. Searching by topic helps us to receive inspiration on what we are seeking to heal our hearts in that moment.
  3. Increase attendance of the temple. If you are a member of the same church as me, and have a temple close to you, I encourage you to attend more frequently. As a young mom with babies, I definitely didn’t make it to the temple very often. But now it is much easier. The Love of God is tangible in these beautiful buildings. Sometimes I would have the thoughts that the reason I lost a baby was because I wasn’t worthy of having any more kids. Being in the temple chased those thoughts away. I would come out edified and ready to face my sorrows and trials because I had gathered strength as I served. {If you aren’t familiar with the purpose of temples, it is to unite families together forever, and help us make covenants with God that will enable us to live with Him again eternally- both for the living and those who have passed on to the next life already.}
  4. Serve others. When we focus on the needs of others, it helps our worries be put into a different perspective. Not just seeing those around us as a man, woman, or child walking this earth, but seeing them as a spiritual brother or sister who might be hurting, lonely, depressed, scared, insecure, or feeling numb to the Love of God. We are God’s hands. When we set out in our day to be his hands, I know that our days will be 100% better. When I don’t set out to look for ways to serve, my day is not necessarily “hard” but it is less fulfilling for sure. Lately, my focus has been more on my family. Little ways to make them feel not only that I love them, but in turn that their Heavenly Father loves them. My favorite local charity is Hearts Knit Together. Volunteering there makes me feel like Santa Claus.
  5. Watching our thoughts. For much of my infertility journey, my thoughts were left unchecked to take me to dark, lonely, self-defeating paths. It took a long time for me to start paying attention to my brain, and stand up to those thoughts. One way to stand up to those thoughts, is to fill your mind with scripture. Delving deep into the verses of scripture that remind us that God loves us so much. And for me, I would at times journal these verses. Writing them down in a notebook can solidify those words deep into our hearts. Then when the voice of the devil tries to tell us we are worthless, we have something to fight his words with.
  6. Surround yourself with people who are positive. Seeking out friends who are sharing goodness and light has strengthened my faith in humanity, built me up on those hard days, and increased my knowledge that God is aware of me. I can’t count how many times a thought was shared on social media that was an answer to my prayer. When we fill our social media feeds with joy and hope, we are lifted up and strengthened. Choose who you follow carefully. This can be hard at times, but for me it has made a huge difference. Social media can be a beautiful thing, or it can be a damaging thing. The great news is we have the ability to choose what we feed our minds. I know that when I open Instagram on my phone I will see a plethora of scripture, thoughts by prophets and apostles, and insights from men and women who love God.
  7. Surround yourself with inspirational art that depicts the Love of God. The photo at the top of this post is by artist Kate Lee. You can find her print here. I absolutely love her art. I have a sweet neighbor who has basically an art gallery of photos of Christ in her home. She struggles with some health issues, but being able to see Christ all around in her home gives her strength. I have been trying to add more pictures to my home too, and I can feel the difference it is making.

These are not new ideas or rocket-science. But these worked for me in the past, and continue to work today. Over the years, I got better at catching those negative thoughts early on. Then I could put more of my time and effort into those first four actions. Sometimes we just have to numbly do those actions for awhile before we will see how they are actually helping lift our spirits, helping us to feel known and loved of God.

I hope that today you will see the Love of God more fully present in your life. Then take it and share it.

Today there is a reason to hope.

The Love of God

Today’s story is one that I shared on my first blog{awaitingrainbows} back in May 2018 entitled Little Warrior. This month I will be sharing stories that illustrate the Love Of God. I know that we are loved so intently and individually by God. He is aware of our every need in the moment we need them. Life is full of challenges. We must hold onto that Love of God to make it through. I hope today you will feel HOPE RISE in your heart as you read Mary’s story. For those who have read this story when I first published it, you will want to read it again. Because this story is all about hope.


You might want to grab a tissue before you read any further.


““We think you should pull the plugs.”  I sat on the couch looking at the phone receiver in my trembling hand and thought, “Did I really just hear her say that?”  I knew I needed to formulate some sort of response and finish the conversation, but I was in shock hearing these words uttered by my close childhood friend.  

We were only about 3-4 weeks into the most difficult thing we had ever been through.  It was a challenge for our family in many aspects, the hardest being physically and spiritually.  We had a 13 week premature baby in the Newborn Intensive Care Unit (NICU) at Primary Children’s Medical Center and we were in for a bumpy ride.  One of those rides that when you get to the top and start heading down, the wind whips your hair and the ride pulls you to the left, the right, and to the left again, jerking you relentlessly.  All while in the dark.  That’s where we were, wondering what direction we would be going next, not knowing if we were making any progress. Not knowing if we were heading up the hill, or at a low point down in the valley. And now to hear that other people were trying to “help” make decisions for us was more than I thought I could take.  They made these decisions without even knowing the details, yet, they gave us their point of view.

On September 30, 1993 I was at home preparing dinner for my two children while speaking on the phone with my husband. He was working late and was just checking in with me. All of a sudden I felt like my water broke. Looking down, expecting to see a clear liquid, I was startled to see blood pooling at my feet. I hung up from my husband so he could race home. Having taught first aid classes for many years I knew exactly what to do next; I called my father. Now you’re thinking, “Why would she call her dad?” He was a retired paramedic. I explained to him what was going on and his response was, “Oh honey, here’s your mom.” I was confused because this was uncharacteristic for him to respond in this way. What I didn’t know at the time was, while my mom was calmly walking me through what my next steps should be, he was dispatching 911 to my house from his cellphone.

Because my parents lived 45 minutes away and no neighbors were home, the plan was to put the kids in the ambulance with me until my parents could get to the hospital. I remembered at this point that I had a brother and sister-in-law that lived a mile away. I called them to come for the kids. I then gathered my kids, purse, and keys and walked down the stairs to the front door. I walked outside, locked the door, and sat down with the kids on the front step. I was explaining to my terrified 4 year-old, and her 2 ½ year-old brother, that Mommy was feeling like she was going to lay down and take a nap. At this point I was feeling very faint from the loss of blood, but I went on to tell them that people were coming to help me and that Aunt Darlene would be there to take them home for a sleepover.

The paramedics drove up just as I finished, and my sister-in-law arrived just seconds later. The most vivid memory I have of this moment is the look on my kids’ faces: The oldest with her wide eyes that kept getting bigger and bigger as she was gradually walking further and further away from me and closer to the road. My 2 ½ year-old stood in his tan, corduroy, OshKosh overalls, holding on to the Indian statue that his great grandpa had carved for him. I remember pleading with my sister-in-law to take them away so they wouldn’t be more frightened than they already were. She did so, hugging me and telling me everything would be okay.

My husband drove up, just in time to walk in to the house, call his parents, and ride with me to the hospital. When he exited the house, he was white as a ghost, because he had seen my bloody footprints up and down the halls. All the way to the hospital I just kept thinking about how this had happened in the middle of my dinner preparation and I was worried about the kids going hungry. Looking back I think this was one of the things that got me through the moment, because I was not thinking about the dire circumstances the baby and I were in.

Once at the hospital, the doctor was hopeful that we wouldn’t be having a baby that night. However, hope turned to uneasiness as my contractions continually became worse, and the baby’s heartbeat continually dropped. It was soon evident that yes, in spite of efforts to prolong the pregnancy, we would be having our third baby that night. Because the baby’s heartbeat was no longer detectable, the staff immediately unplugged the bed from the wall, and ran down the hall pushing the bed to the C-Section room. The skilled staff had me completely unconscious, and the baby delivered, in about 5 minutes from the time we entered the room.

I remember waking to see my family gathered around my hospital bed. I felt disoriented and very cold. A few minutes later, the Life-Flight team wheeled an incubator into my room so I could see my son before he would be flown to Primary Children’s where he would stay for 3 ½ months. I reached out to touch my baby, but my hand met with cool plastic instead.  I stared inside at this perfectly formed 2 lbs. 5 oz. bright pink and yellow baby boy.  The next time I would see him would be 2 days later when I was released from the hospital.  We named him Jake.

The nurses warned my husband that the first time I would get to see my baby in the NICU, it would be a difficult encounter.  This held true.  Reality can smack you in the face and it can be difficult to hear what it has to say. 

For us, it meant that our “Baby Jake”, as the hospital staff called him, was facing some very difficult challenges.  His lungs were underdeveloped and the ventilator that was saving his life, was also damaging his lungs.  His heart needed surgery and the medications he was being given for his lungs were making his sick heart work too hard.  This resulted in high blood pressure.  We truly began to know why it is called “the practice of medicine.”  They practice with procedures and medications until hopefully they get it right.  The treatment for one thing leads to another problem arising, which requires that issue needing treatment only to find another thing has gone awry.  This vicious cycle continues until you are back to where you started in the first place because the dog chases his tail.  

It soon became apparent that Jake had multiple issues facing him.  And so we began the roller coaster ride.  Countless prayers later, we realized what a miracle all children are, but Jake’s miracle got to be viewed outside the womb.  While Jake’s progress was slow, it was hopeful.  Never had the doctors verbally indicated that we had a choice to make in his behalf.  Instead, we were told several times  they were concerned that he needed more time between the ups and the downs to get stronger.  Even though at six weeks old he was given only a 2% chance of living, there was still hope and our faith was edified and strengthened daily by our loving Heavenly Father and the promises of the plan of salvation.

The incredible thing about all of the experiences we had with Jake, is that he taught us things every chance he could.  Patience, service, faith, love for fellow men, and gratitude.  It doesn’t take long to feel blessed when you spend time in a NICU and you can see what other people are facing.  We honestly felt grateful for the experience because of what we learned about ourselves.  We learned that we were strong.  That trials build character and that good things can come from them.  We were able to help others see this too. 

One of the greatest things we learned is that we did not have to go through this alone.  It’s not easy to rely on others, and we had to a lot, even for the most mundane things like, laundry, house cleaning, groceries, meals, and babysitting.  We also came to a place in our spirituality that required great faith.  Faith in our God, in the many care-givers abilities, and in our little warrior.  He fought valiantly and became a symbol of hope for all of us early on.  Perhaps the miracle was what happened to us.  How we grew as a family, pulling together instead of apart. 

I will never forget sitting in the social worker’s office in the hospital.  My husband and I sat clinging to each other.  The social worker looked back and forth several times between my husband and me.  With curiosity on her face, she asked us, “How are you staying so strong?  Normally, this pulls families apart.” 

We were given the opportunity to serve other families going through difficult times.  We were able to sit with them and listen to their fears.  Knowing that we were in their shoes gave them the chance to really open up to someone and feel a connection.  We were kind of the “old kids” on the block by the time Jake was able to come home.  We were able to touch many lives, and many lives, in turn, touched ours.  So our miracle reached immediate and extended family, the nurses and staff that became like family (some even coming to Thanksgiving dinner), friends we had before this experience, friends we made during this experience, our church and community groups. 

Going back to my initial paragraph, I put the receiver back to my ear and heard the last bit of her comment, “the cost could be outrageous and you don’t know what the future will hold for him.”   Speaking more calmly than I felt, my reply was, “Come to Primary Children’s with me tomorrow.  I want you to meet him.”

Tomorrow came, and as agreed, we met in the lobby and walked those long halls together.  Primary Children’s does a good job at catering to the children.  The decorations and colors they use do alleviate some fear, but there is no real way of masking a hospital’s “sterile smells.”  We made our way to the “scrub” room where all NICU visitors must “scrub-up” very much like the doctor’s do on any hospital show you see on TV.  Your hands become cracked and dry with repeating this so often.

We entered the NICU and walked to Jake’s isolette.  My friend watched him for a few minutes taking in all the monitors, tubes, alarms, and the explanations we gave her.  With tears in her eyes, she looked at me and said, “I understand.”  She confirmed in herself what everyone saw in Jake.  The miracle of hope and faith.  It had gotten us to this point and would carry us through to whatever end was awaiting us.  

Jake is now a funny, delightful 24 year old man who is involved with his YSA ward where he holds a calling and loves to go to FHE.  He has done much volunteering with several companies including a local elementary school where the kids read to him for a few hours a week.   I reflect back at the many ups and downs and trials we faced.  I feel nothing but gratitude for the lessons learned.  Faith in a higher being, in my fellow man, and in the will to live that my little warrior was born with.  Patience to endure the hard things, to be willing to wait, and to hope even when things don’t go the way you expect.  Gratitude for what you do have even when things look bleak and frightening.  Peace to know that all is well even though we didn’t know what that meant for him then, and even wonder sometimes now.   That service is a wonderful way to lose yourself and to remember that there are others who need hope and help as much or even more than you do.  

I don’t look back at this time and wish for it not to have happened. Yes,  If could have taken away his pain and fear, I would have done it in a second. But wishing that it never happened would also wish away other aspects of my life that made me the person I am today.  I thank my Jake often for allowing me to have this mortal experience and for his willingness to help us grow.  Truly a blessing for our family!


Jake is one of my favorite people. He truly has a light about him. And his mother Mary, well she’s an angel on earth. And I know that God watched over that little family then, just as He does today. And I know that is true for each one of us with our families and the challenges we each face. So let’s be like those beautiful yellow flowers at the top of this post. We can bloom and grow in the Love of God, no matter what challenges lie all around us. Today I hope that the Love of God will fill your heart and lift your soul.


Today there is a reason to hope.

A Leap of Faith

This week I am announcing a hard thing for me. And since it’s Leap Day on Saturday, I thought it would be a great time to share this decision.

After much thought, I am letting go of my awaiting rainbows blog. It was my first blog where I consistently wrote and grew it. I love it so much. I have grown a lot learning to write and blog. I have learned that I love to write. I’m not sure that I am great at writing, but it gives me a creative outlet I never knew I needed.

Because of all I learned in my time awaiting those precious rainbow babies, I was given a jubilant hope. I have a tremendous hope in Jesus Christ and His ability to succor us in our most heart-wrenching life experiences. And I feel called to share my hope. And I truly hope that something I say will help even one person to have a reason to hope today.

I will still share about my infertility journey now and again, but my focus is on finding daily hope in any situation, not just infertility.

So going forward, this will be my only blog. I occasionally will share a Wednesday story from my awaiting rainbows blog, new personal stories of hope, or a recipe that brings me joy. I feel like A Jubilant Hope gives me more room to grow and expand.

As a way to say good-bye to my awaiting rainbows blog and that IG account etc,I am going to promote my two new projects-this blog & my etsy shop Jubilant Creations Co

So, I am doing a giveaway! Please head on over to my IG accounts and check it out!

Head over to my IG acount @jubilantcreationsco to enter! I am giving away this beautiful Slouchy tee from Inspiring Dreams Apparel and one of my new pillow covers of your choice.

Sharing hope on this blog and through my etsy shop products are a couple of my goals right now. I spent so many years not thinking about me. Just in the trenches of motherhood–which I LOVE! But I realized something this last year…I can do more. I can be a good mom AND a writer. I can be a good mom AND a small business owner. I can be a good mom and volunteer at my favorite charity { Hearts Knit Together }, I can be a good mom AND share hope. {But don’t ask how good I am doing at cleaning my house and blogging!:)}

What can you add after the AND in your life?

Today there is a reason to hope.

Something To Work With

To go along with my last post about Random Acts of Kindness, I wanted to share another thought.



When we start our day with the thought that we will have available time, hands, words, thoughts, prayers, meals, flowers, notes, smiles, etc for Him {our Savior Jesus Christ} to use, then we are servants who are ready and prepared.

Let me share something super easy for me. Because I love baking, when I make bread, I almost always bake more than we need. Then I have something for Jesus to use to minister to someone. Some little way a family or individual might feel the Savior’s love for them that day.

Here is my favorite recipe to make lately. It is basically the same generic artisan bread recipe that you can find anywhere. This recipe has my tips for how I do it. It is so easy, you just have to remember to start early enough. This recipe can also be halved to make one large loaf instead of three smaller ones. I also prefer to use sea salt, you get a nicer rise and flavor, but Kosher salt will work too.



I hope that you will join me in trying to give our Savior something to work with as we strive to be more aware of those little whispers that someone needs a reminder that they are known of God. Think of something you already like to do. God has blessed each of us with gifts to serve. We are all needed. We can find an incredible amount of joy as we serve.

Today there is a reason to hope.

Random Acts of Kindness Challenge

Happy President’s Day! And it’s also Random Acts of Kindness Day! I really love it when someone unexpectedly is nice to me. It lifts my mood sky high! Do you know what I mean? It’s like holy cow! People are super nice! Then my opinion of humanity increases by ten fold.



President Thomas S. Monson gave an incredible talk The Spirit Giveth Life in 1985. He gave counsel that we need today.

We live in a complex world with daily challenges. There is a tendency to feel detached—even isolated—from the Giver of every good gift. We worry that we walk alone.

From the bed of pain, from the pillow wet with the tears of loneliness, we are lifted heavenward by that divine assurance and precious promise, “I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.” (Josh. 1:5.)

Such comfort is priceless as we journey along the pathway of mortality, with its many forks and turnings. Rarely is the assurance communicated by a flashing sign or a loud voice. Rather, the language of the Spirit is gentle, quiet, uplifting to the heart and soothing to the soul.

We watch. We wait. We listen for that still, small voice. When it speaks, wise men and women obey. We do not postpone following promptings of the Spirit.

How many times have I heard that voice tell me to say something to a random person in the store and ignored it because I was too scared?! It is something I am really working on this year- to be willing to be the Savior’s hands. The hands He needs to lift up the weary, the sad, and the lonely. To bravely and boldly serve. President Monson was such a great example of serving and loving others especially when it wasn’t “convenient”.

I had the blessing to hear Elder Holland speak yesterday at my church’s Stake Conference(a larger gathering of church members in an area). One thing he spoke of was about how we cannot deny the EVIDENCE OF GOD. There are miracles all around us everyday. We need to share them vocally and give credit to God.

So in honor of R.A.K day, I would like to challenge myself, and anyone who wants to join me, to look for ways this week that you can simply brighten someone’s day. Ways that YOU can be an evidence of God in someone else’s life. We really have more time than we think, and we all can spare a few minutes here and there to say a word of love, drop a note in the mail, or give a hug as our child passes us in the hall.

The great thing about R.A.K is that no one knows what our desires are except God. We just have to start by being willing to be aware of our surroundings. The more we are aware, the more those little words from the Holy Spirit will touch our minds and let us know who is praying for love, comfort, and hope. And then we will be given the tasks of reminding people of the Evidences of God in their lives.

I know that many times my friends and neighbors have been that evidence in my life. One dear IG friend, Kay West, is a great example of being bold in sharing the evidence of God. She has an beautiful blog, aworldwidesisterhood, where she and many amazing women are sharing via word and video their testimonies of Christ. I HIGHLY recommend following her on IG and checking out the beautiful testimonies shared on her blog. We as women can unite our voices and share in greater numbers the EVIDENCE OF GOD.

I hope this week will be life changing. Let’s show our Heavenly Father and Savior Jesus Christ that we are Wise Men and Wise Women who can be trusted to be Their hands. Trusted to be a voice sharing the evidence of Their mighty hands.

Let’s #lighttheworld

Today there is a reason to Hope.

photo credit The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

A Love Story

You might be surprised that this isn’t a post about how much I love my husband…now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my husband! But today, I want to talk about how much I love Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father.

I want to share an experience that occurred after I had a D&C from my 10th miscarriage. This was the second one in a row in hoping to successfully add a 6th child to our family. The experience I had in knowing this daughter needed to come is one of THE MOST TENDER experiences of my life. And the main reason I knew I could keep trying, even after hearing this heart-wrenching news.

This miscarriage also came just a few short days before school began in August 2016. We were so excited to tell the kids they would be having a new sibling, but instead we had to gather them around my bed, and tell them they had one more sibling in Heaven instead. And then I explained that to keep mommy safe, I would have a small surgery the next day and they would take the tiny baby out. We wouldn’t get to see the baby, but mommy would be fine and the baby’s spirit is already in Heaven. And now that they were all old enough to understand, I told them of my history of losing babies. That this made 10 siblings in heaven. They are our guardian angels, and when we meet them, we will have quite the family reunion!(this is my personal belief, NOT CHURCH DOCTRINE)

To help us all process this loss, that weekend, we released 10 balloons to our babies. Sorry for the poor picture quality, but it’s actually hard to hold the camera still when you are bawling.:) This was so incredibly healing for me. I wished I had thought of doing it will all my others. As we stood, or in my case sat, watching the balloons “drift up to Heaven” I thought of how blessed I was. How blessed I was to live in a day of medical miracles. That I am still alive to see these five kids in this picture. I am quite certain, if I lived in an earlier time period, my husband would have been a young widower. How grateful I am that I am still here to help raise my kids. To point them to the Love and Power of God.

10 balloons for 10 babies lost

Another thing that happened this same weekend was a call from a church leader asking if I could meet with my bishop. Now in the church that I belong to, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we all volunteer to serve in whatever capacity we are needed. Whether to teach children, youth, or adults. It is always a blessing to serve, in my opinion, because you grow to love those you serve. And we all can benefit from loving more people. A call to serve is a call from Jesus Christ. Responding to His call has always brought blessings to me.

So even though I could barely walk, my husband helped me “fake it” so I looked totally normal and as if nothing was wrong. Now I don’t think that if I would have told my bishop what had happened, that would have been wrong either. I just felt like it didn’t matter if he knew. I knew that I would recover soon, and would be able to handle this new calling. And also, Jesus knew, and He needed me to serve. And He also knew that serving would help me heal. After I got the news that I was asked to serve as a counselor in our children’s Primary leadership(a rather busy calling), I knew it would actually be a blessing. I needed a calling that would keep me busy- help me to not have too much time to let my mind wander to paths of sorrow. In my limited experience, serving is the best way to forget sorrow.

This next quote is also from Elder Jeffery R. Holland, and it’s from his talk The Ministry of Angels, one of my absolute most favorite talks!

My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the mortal kind. In doing so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face. “[N]or will he, so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man [or woman or child] upon the face thereof to be saved.”On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough that distress can be of our own making, but even then the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal.

I truly believe in angels! I believe that our Heavenly Father helps us in any way He can. And because He loves us so incredibly much, He has given us the strength of angels to help us.

We did get our 6th baby here eventually!

one year old photo shoot

I know that God, our Heavenly Father lives. I know He sent His son Jesus Christ to earth. That Jesus Christ died for us. What greater love story is that? Because of all Jesus went through, He is our best aid when we are going through hard times. And just as an angel was sent to strengthen Christ in the garden of Gethsemane, we too are sent angels to strengthen us daily, in our our garden’s of Gethsemane.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day tomorrow! A day to remember Love in all forms. By teaching my kids to remember that Jesus Christ and their Heavenly Father love them even more than I can, I’m sharing the greatest Love Story of all.

Today there is a reason to hope.

Heaven is Cheering You On

Today’s post is taken mostly from my other blog awaiting rainbows . I shared some of these thoughts about a year and a half ago. My husband’s cousin had recently taken his life. It was tragic. It is always tragic.

My community recently had a HOPE walk to support talking more openly about suicide. This topic is tender to me as mental illness runs so strongly in my family, and I know many who have struggled with thoughts of suicide. My daughter was able to participate in that walk and it was so amazing to her how many people were able to support greater awareness.

So how can we battle those these feelings that life is not worth living?  Those thoughts that we have messed up so badly that we see no way out.  That life is so incredibly lonely. That everyone will be better off without us. That all hope is lost. How do we battle this?

We have to get help from heaven.  Elder Jeffery R. Holland gave an amazing talk a few years ago entitled Tomorrow the Lord will do wonders among you.  I think it is significant that he uses the word “tomorrow“. 

Of course He is doing wonders today as well, but we need to have that great HOPE inside of us that TOMORROW there will be wonders in our life.  TOMORROW there will be good.  TOMORROW there will be people who love us, pray for us, reach out to us.  And TOMORROW, just as today, Heaven will be cheering us on.

Our Heavenly Father and Savior, Jesus Christ, are our best heavenly cheerleaders.  But sometimes, we are so sorrowful we can’t feel it.  How can we get to a point where we can feel their love?

We need to cry out, pray, plead to the only one who can help us.  Jesus Christ came to Earth and suffered every possible thing we can face or feel.  He knows how to help us.  In Alma 7:11-13, Alma tells us about how Jesus Christ can help us:

“And he(Jesus Christ) shall go forth, suffering pains and affliction and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.

And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filed with mercy according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.

Now the Spirit knoweth all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the flesh that he might take upon him the sins of his people that he might blot out their transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now behold, this is the testimony which is in me.”

I know that when I have been in the depths of sorrow after losing yet another pregnancy, and wondering why on earth I needed to endure losing another one, it was because I prayed and turned to the only one who could understand me that I received consistent strength to get me through each day of sorrow until I could see the light and joy again.

I pray that if you are in the depths of sorrow right now, that you listen to Elder Holland’s words:

I know his words are true because I have experienced it. 

When life is hard, keep trying.  Read from the scriptures, especially the Book Of Mormon.  Talk to someone about how you are feeling.  The church I belong to, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, has put out the most touching video called Choose to Stay on dealing with feelings of suicide.  The more we talk about this and reach out, the more we can help.

I pray today you will feel loved, cared for, looked after, uplifted, and blessed with the strength you need to make it to tomorrow. 

And if you can’t feel it, please talk to someone.

Today there is a reason to have a jubilant hope.

PS If you need help and don’t know where to reach out, there are some great helps on this website by the church I belong to.

And here are some numbers to call or text:

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I Will Grow For You

There is a lot to learn in life. And it seems that some of the best and HARDEST lessons are learned through loss. Going through miscarriage after miscarriage, not knowing if the pregnancy was ever going to be successful, taught me a lot. It opened my eyes to see suffering in a different way.

Suffering isn’t always visible. Very few people ever knew of my struggle with losing babies, with my daily mental battle to be there for the children I already had at the time, and to put on a face that everything was ok. I became very good at portraying that I was “just fine”.

But over time, my heart and head began to see the blessings from this hardship. The blessing to understand sorrow. Sorrow takes many forms, lasts different lengths of time, and lends itself to different coping mechanisms. It can knock us off our feet in an instant. But it can also strongly bond us to another person in another instant.

I have been pondering what I can do to help people heal. To help people hope. And that is why I have created an etsy shop called Jubilant Creations Co . I have created beautiful floral pillow covers. Designed not only to bring beauty to your home, but to remind and inspire you to see hope daily. To keep growing and becoming a better, more understanding and compassionate person.

I hope that my little efforts can spread hope. Here is a little poem I wrote. Feel free to share it with anyone who might need it.

Thank you friends for reading my words. Truly it means the world. And if my words or my pillow covers can bring even one person a bit of hope, then this is all worth it.

Love,

Emma

The Infinite Power of Hope

I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And there is a talk I just love by Elder Dieter F. Uchdorf entitled, The Infinite Power of Hope. Infinite is defined as

in·fi·nite/ˈinfənət/adjective

limitless or endless in space, extent, or size; impossible to measure or calculate. “the infinite mercy of God”

So the amount of HOPE that God can give to us individually is actually INFINITE. It is impossible to measure! There is no cap on the amount of hope we can been given or have the ability to feel.

When we allow the Savior to be our focus, even in the darkest times of our lives, we can feel hope. That doesn’t mean life is always happy and that we will feel happy when someone is hurtful to us or a loved one passes away, but it allows us to more quickly move past the sorrow and hurt, so we can fully enjoy this infinite gift of hope.

May today be a day where the rays of hope shine a little brighter. Look for that light no matter how many clouds surround you.

my mountain view this morning

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~Emma

Regaining Focus

Tuesday on my awaitingrainbows account on IG, I shared a post about Intention and a plate of brownies. These brownies arrived on my doorstep with a hug from my neighbor. It was just what I needed that day. I had still been struggling for the previous two months after my first D&C. It has been a very hard recovery, my third miscarriage in a row, and it was winter. My sorrow seemed to want to hang around a lot longer.

But that day, through my sorrow, I saw God’s hand in my life. I saw that he sent me an angel on earth, a rescuer to help pull me out of my thoughts. Very few people even knew that I had a D&C, and it had been a couple months, so who would even remember that I was sad besides me? He sent me someone who not only fed my insane chocolate addiction, but fed my soul. And now years later, every time I see this neighbor, my heart remembers that day. I feel connected to her. I feel that she is my friend.

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One of the great challenges of any trial accompanied by sorrow is we can lose our focus on Christ. For me, it wasn’t like every moment of every day I was wallowing in sorrow. But there were definitely moments, sometimes to my surprise. And I wasn’t taking full advantage of the amazing healing power of Jesus Christ. Sometimes it’s a choice to allow ourselves to be comforted. To accept God’s will. I was trying, by my empty arms were well, …very empty. Sometimes time needs a helping hand.

Surrounding ourselves with good friends who don’t judge us because of our weaknesses, but instead say, I hear you in your sorrow, sin, pain, loneliness- those friends will strengthen us, and help enable us to regain our focus on Christ. And brownies aren’t bad either!

I have been noticing a lot more in my recent study in the Book of Mormon how many times the word “exceedingly” is used. I love the phrase “exceedingly great joy“! Doesn’t that just sound so wonderful? I think that we can have daily moments of exceedingly great joy. And I think we can be the hands of Christ to give that joy to another. And these exceedingly joyful moments will increase as we increase our focus on Christ.

I recently was able to help a wonderful couple in my very short-term job. The wife had suffered a stroke two months prior. It was very traumatic for the husband who found her unconscious in the shower. His fear just a short two months later was still very high. He was so worried to ever leave his tender wife again. And because he had no religion in his life, his understanding was this burden was his alone to bear. He didn’t know the true Healer who could calm his troubled heart help carry that burden. And as I watched him suffer mental and emotional anguish, it made me realize how grateful I am for my knowledge that Jesus Christ lives. And that the he knows me and loves me. He is patient with me as I learn. And he can lift my burdens and make them light–they are not always gone, but we are able to bear them.

And I believe we must all pass through sorrow and challenges. It’s how we grow. Even my two year old needs to feel sorrow. For example, she’s very sad when she can’t have chocolate for breakfast and melts down into tears. But she learns that life still must go on. That I still love her even if I say no. And when she changes her focus away from the chocolate and onto other things, she is happier. And if she’s patient, chocolate will come later in the day, and she will feel exceedingly great joy as it melts in her mouth.

May you feel joy this day and your burdens lifted as you refocus your life on Christ.

Love,

Emma

PS I’m working on something exciting and a bit daunting an scary to me! Here’s a sneak peak! Any guesses?