My bishop’s wife, Sister S., is a spunky, sassy, amazing, liberated, powerful woman.

She runs probably like 100 miles per day. Pushing a stroller. Smiling.

She went on a handcart trek when she was 8 months pregnant. And loved it.

Like I said, she is a powerful woman. And more powerful because she builds other women up, too.

One Powerful Woman! Sister S. is in the middle.

One Powerful Woman! Sister S. is in the middle.

She’s always doing nice things for people. One time when I was pregnant and had borderline gestational diabetes, she told me about recipes and even brought me over some amazing delicious ingredients to make yummy low carb meals.

And she gave me this recipe for amazing soup which I can’t remember but now realize I need to get from her because it was so yummy.

Then, she made me laugh because she told me how when she had gestational diabetes, her husband tried to help her by bringing home a huge log of salami. You know, because it’s protein and low carbs.

It's protein and low carb. Perfect, right?

It’s protein and low carb. Perfect, right?

 

I mean, what woman wouldn’t want to eat a log of salami when in the last stages of pregnancy? Ha.

I was so grateful for the laughter–more than the recipes and the food. It made my day.

Bishop and Sister S.

Bishop and Sister S.

She and her husband have an awesome relationship.

Her husband supports her as she runs and bikes and gives and loves others and hikes and goes spelunking or whatever adventure she is going to try, and he loves her.

And if she falls, he’s there to catch her, and she loves that he will catch her, even if she could do it all by herself.

And, I think he knows she would be fine, but the thing is, she is his soul mate, his ever-fixed mark…his heaven–and he wants to catch her, to protect her…but in a way that allows her to fly.

Bishop and Sister S. on a much deserved vacation.

Bishop and Sister S. on a much deserved vacation.

He became the bishop and now he sits on the stand in our Sunday meeting, observing the congregation and presiding over it. She sits in the congregation with their children.

Well, all but one.

Their youngest loves her daddy. And she wants to be with him. When she is with him, she is quiet and content. And Sister S. worried at first–what would people think if the bishop, the leader of the congregation, was up on the stand with a little girl on his lap. It wouldn’t be very professional or dignified, or something.

Her husband, my wonderful, wonderful, bishop said something to her that was in effect, along the lines of this doctrine of our church that, sadly, many people forget:

Of all the titles of respect and honor and admiration that are given to Diety, He has asked us to address Him as Father.

Of all the titles of respect and honor and admiration that are given to Diety, He has asked us to address Him as Father.

Basically, he told her that he was a father first before anything else.

This bishop of mine understands what equality means according to the gospel of Jesus Christ. He respects and values his wife, and he loves being a father, and he never had to say that he does.

Everyone who knows him can easily see it.

Thanks, Bishop and Sister S. for being a living example of equality in the church–the kind of equality the protects and cherishes and works together to show the world that equal does not mean the same.

Because of the way you live your lives, more dads at church walk the halls with their little ones, more husbands laugh with their wives, and more families are happier.

A glimpse of the divine.

Fatherhood.

Thank you for giving us a glimpse of the divine.