All posts by Michelle L.

About Michelle L.

(Blog Team) never folds laundry and her car is a mess. She runs through the streets of Salt Lake City, UT, takes lots of photos, plays Uno with her five fabulous boys and buys way too many dresses for the little princess. Her husband is the most romantic man in the world because he does all the Costco shopping AND hauls it into the house (sorry to make you jealous girls). She writes at Scenes from the Wild.

General Relief Society Meeting– if you watch nothing else, just listen to this song

With thirty-two kids eating homecoming dance dinner at my house Saturday night, I didn’t quite make it to the Relief Society Meeting. So, I’ve been listening this morning while cleaning my kitchen. And this song stopped me in my tracks. I ran to my computer and changed from audio only to full video:

Radiant, beautiful, YOUNG sister missionaries singing “Go Forth in Faith/As Sisters in Zion.” Not ashamed to admit I cried like a baby.

As LDS women, it seems there’s a lot to disagree on these days, but we are all ultimately on the same side. We are sisters.

I feel sure someone here has a daughter or sister or friend in that choir, please point her out to us. Also, we usually have some sort of discussion on General Relief Society Meeting. Please feel free to start that discussion in the comments. But excuse me for a minute, I (ducking my head in shame) still need to watch the second half of the meeting while I scrub my dishes.

GLOBAL MOM a memoir by Melissa Dalton-Bradford

First, our book reviews tend to meet with resounding silence, so I’m posing questions at the beginning for you to think about as you read.

How has living (or visiting) in different places changed your view of the world?

As emissaries of Christ, do we have a responsibility to understand other cultures?

Where would you choose to live– for a few years or forever– if given a chance?

How can those of us who are planted in one city gain a world view?

Also, if you have any questions for Melissa, she’ll be checking the comments.

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This is NOT an unbiased review.

Contributing to Segullah since 2007, Melissa Dalton-Bradford is one of our OWN. In fact the acknowledgments read, “…Segullah aided in the development of my voice and the telling of this story.” If you search her name on our blog or literary site you’ll find her gorgeous poems, essays and musings. And personally, I love and adore Melissa Dalton-Bradford around the globe and back. Continue reading

Big Ward/Little Ward: bloom where you are planted

 

My sister and I have ongoing conversations about big ward/little ward, in-Utah/outside-of-Utah church experiences. You’ve probably held similar conversations with friends and family.

Our conclusion? There are pluses and minuses everywhere.

My sister lives in San Diego in what they think is a large ward, but it’s small enough that all the Young Women meet in one class and everyone takes turns serving in time-consuming callings. Ward members treat each other like family and gather for every holiday and birthday.

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throw your stone

When I heard Kathie Lee Gifford would be speaking to us at the American Mother’s Convention, I was a bit wary. My only knowledge of her was from scanning tabloid headlines when standing in line at the grocery store. But I quickly became a fan. Anyone of faith– be they Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist (Kathie is a devout Christian)- earns my respect when they boldly declare, “I believe.”

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Kathie spoke with power and conviction as she expressed her dependence upon God and her faith in Christ. Continue reading

my inner voice: Mother’s Day edition

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“Be careful how you speak to your children. One day it will become their inner voice” –Peggy O’Mara.

This is not a story about perfect mothers raising perfect children. Rather, it features flawed mothers and grandmothers, broken relationships and the power of God’s grace to heal our hearts.

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My mother was hard on me. As a child, and as I grew into an adult, she criticized and chastised, compared me to my siblings and to the smart/beautiful/talented girl down the street. I weighed too much, my clothes looked dowdy, my kitchen was messy. My mother’s mother spoke the same way to her and perhaps my mother’s mother’s mother did the same. Continue reading