I am blessed and I am cursed … by the same quality. It’s like different sides of the same coin. I see more than meets the eye.
When I approached my husband with my dilemma, he replied, “Is it (personal scripture study) really a big deal? Does he need to read his scriptures? I never studied the scriptures when I was his age.” My response was, “EXACTLY. Neither did I, and we both suck at personal scripture study now as adults. Imagine if we had cultivated habits earlier in our lives?”
Our family has decided we need to get it together. Again. Just like we have several times before. Ha. But isn’t that life? You’ve got it down. Then you don’t. You’re together and then you’re not. You’re on a roll and then you stumble. Well, we were in an off…
I had my first experience with my 2 to 3 witnesses several years ago. I was thinking a lot about exercise and what I should do. I hated exercise, but yet I knew it was good for me, so I wanted to find what was right for my body and my spirit. After pondering and praying on this question for awhile, I had 3 events that happened within a few days of each other.
I have always been slightly ashamed of 2 parts of me. First, that I prefer work over play and second, that I enjoy being alone. (You can imagine how well I fit in with my family, neighbors, church, etc.)
I know that women generally don’t like to talk about their age, but to not be able to say the number is like not being able to say Voldermort. It gives your youth and your past more power than your present. To avoid, deny, or lie about one’s age is to be afraid or ashamed of aging.