Happiness

The shooting in Connecticut happened almost a  week ago. I was subbing that day and being isolated in my little classroom I had heard nothing until Josh told me about it over the phone when I got home at 3 pm. I was devastated and cried in my room while my kiddos had their after school snack in the kitchen. It was too close to home for me- having spent the whole day at the school/having a 1st grader/knowing loss before and knowing how precious life really is. A few people shared some things online that really helped me, as did prayer and an understanding of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I know that He lives. He loves me. He loves us. He knows what is going on and He is here for us no matter what. And that comforts me. It truly does. I tried to write something about this on Sunday, but I had nothing. Nothing left to give. I was in mourning. I still am a little. But writing makes it just a teensiest better. In fact, a good measure better. Nothing Left to Give I have nothing ...

Josh brought home his copy of CM- the Clark Memorandum, the J. Reuben Clark Law School's magazine. I read the one from BYU's school of education and loved it. He suggested that I read it. I brushed the idea off and plopped it onto the coffee table. Yesterday afternoon as I lay sick on the couch with a rough throat, I reached for the nearest thing and found myself reading from it's pages, turning them one by one, forgetting my sore throat and splitting headache- feeling the light of understanding break through any physical pain I might have had. My favorite article was entitled "How Shall This Be?" by Jane H. Wise, a talk given as part of the Spirit in the Law Series at the Law School in 2003. It spoke of how God works in miraculous ways, changing people's lives- often in surprising ways we never would have imagined. Imagine: -A young girl, betrothed to her beloved, being told she would bear a child and his name would be Jesus. -An old woman, bearing a son in ...