“Does Molly know I wear clothes?” my daughter tentatively asks me, with trepidation on her face.
“Yes. Remember? We saw her at that potluck a few weeks ago.”
“I don’t know.”
Conversations you never thought you’d be having with your kid.
Then there’s the time we snuck dog urine pads into a social event so she would be able to pee. Because, you know, toilets are scary.
She runs and screams from the house cleaner (a friend of mine who thankfully understands).
She is scared of church, so she stays home.
She doesn’t brush her teeth.
She refuses to hear a prayer or the name of Jesus.
She refuses to eat food or drink water my son prepared.
My daughter is crazy.
This situation has been so difficult, so exhausting, so discouraging, such a drain on my family, for the last 2 years.
(And before that, we had a year of irrational separation anxiety from my other daughter.)
We have no family support.
It’s just us.
Trying to stay sane day after day.
But one day last week on my walk around the neighborhood, a lightbulb went off.
Without all these troubles in our life, we wouldn’t have hit our knees seeking Jesus.
A year ago, I was going to the temple basically every day (temples are open 5 days a week). I was in pain. Life was really, really hard.
I was seeking Jesus.
And he led me home.
I found Him.
He showed me some things, led me to some things, connected me with some people and resources….
…and led me right out of the Mormon church.
He gave me light. Hope. Peace.
Same thing happened to my husband. He was feeling so desperate and afraid, seeing me take issue with doctrines and narratives of the church we have held so dear. He struggled with this for 4 months. It was really eating him alive.
He spent more time on his knees than ever in his life.
And God came to him.
His fears were taken and healed. And he was also shown the truth.
God is so good!
I’m so thankful for hard times.
Here’s a great message on this same concept!
All I Possess 