I am going on a date tonight.

A movie date.

And I am pretty excited because the movie we’re going to see is about me.

No, it’s not about me, personally. I mean who could be gorgeous enough to portray me in a film?

But it’s about people like me.

As a Christian, I have chosen to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Most people refer to us as “Mormons.”

And tonight, I am going to “Meet the Mormons.”

And I know I will see a little of myself.

It’s not about anything specifically controversial or of “critical acclaim.”

What is it that people post on Facebook all the time?

Artwork by Andrea Bra

Artwork by Andrea Bra

I like to think that “Meet the Mormons” is a plea to hear our stories and to see our battles. Perhaps, in doing that, we are hoping to find an understanding and perhaps even some friends in others who are not of our faith. You know, because we all have a story.

And my story is echoed in bits and pieces of theirs, because when it comes down to it, it’s about Christ.

When my daughter died, I lost my breath. It was like being kicked in the stomach.

Yes. Gut punched every single day for about three years.

And when I was trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t.

And when I almost died, I was surprised by the amount of pain a person can endure and I was discouraged and depressed and it was dark.

And I tried to catch my breath again, and I couldn’t.

But, Christ gave me breath and light. He was my Friend. My Constant Companion.

He loves me.

Even if I¬†am a Mormon. ūüôā

And He loves all of us and I guess I feel like the way I found Him was in the covenants I made to Him, before Joy died, before I had to use a walker, before life got really, really hard.

Where I Promised Him...

Where I Promised…

The promises I made to Him as part of my faith–to always remember Him–even in the darkest, loneliest, most forsaken nights–to keep His commandments–even when I was exhausted and sick and scared and lost–to love my family, to believe in sacrifice–even if it meant letting go of my precious daughter and letting her go back to God–to give¬†everything to Christ– even to the point that I try to be more and better and deeper so I have more to give Him.

Even when it felt as if He had taken everything away from me–those promises are what gave me hope.

Because He promised me things, too.

He promised me that He would always be with me.

He promised that This Is Not The End.

That light and love more brilliant than I can imagine are just around the corner.

That every time I share my melody in the symphony that are the songs of every aching and grateful and kind and sorrowing heart that blinding love of Heaven comes into our souls and lights up this earth.

Lighting Up The Earth

Lighting Up The Earth

One by one, story by story. Even if the stories aren’t about something earth shattering¬†or controversial.

Even if they are just plain, regular people who are simply trying to get through life through Christ and share His love and His good.

I think that’s what we are all trying to do, and I would love for it to bind us together, in spite of our different-ness.

There are times when you might feel aimless
You can’t see the places where you belong
But you will find that there is a purpose
It’s been there within you all along and when you’re near it
You can almost hear it.

It’s like a symphony just keep listening
And pretty soon you’ll start to figure out your part
Everyone plays a piece and there are melodies
In each one of us, oh, it’s glorious.

You will know how to let it ring out as you discover who you are
Others around you will start to wake up
To the sounds that are in their hearts
It’s so amazing, what we’re all creating.

It’s like a symphony just keep listening
And pretty soon you’ll start to figure out your part
Everyone plays a piece and there are melodies
In each one of us, oh, it’s glorious.

And as you feel the notes build
You will see

It’s like a symphony just keep listening
And pretty soon you’ll start to figure out your part
Everyone plays a piece and there are melodies
In each one of us, oh, it’s glorious!