"People only see what is visible, measurable. God sees into the heart. He not only forgives our failures, He sees successes where no one else does - not even ourselves. Only God can give us credit for the angry words we did not speak, the temptations we resisted, the patience and gentleness little noticed and long forgotten by those around us. Just being human gives us value in His eyes, and trying to live with integrity makes us successful before Him. God redeems us from the sense and fear of failure because He sees us as no human eyes can see us. Some religions teach that God sees so clearly that He knows all our shameful thoughts and nasty secrets. I prefer to believe that God sees us so clearly that He knows better than anyone else our wounds and sorrows, the scars on our hearts from having wanted to do more and do better, and being told by the world that we never would." ~Rabbi Harold Kushner

04 October 2010

General Conference

I've received a few texts from friends and read quite a few posts in the LDS/gay (I don't really know what to call it) blogosphere regarding the talk in General Conference by Elder Boyd K Packer earlier today.  I'm going to listen to it again tomorrow and think more about it.  I haven't really thought too much about it because I spent a wonderful day with my fabulous family.  What I would like to share is a story that I came across recently and it filled me with hope, and renewed conviction.  (Incidentally, yesterday while I was watching conference I thought to myself about how it would be nice if they would address the issue of same sex attraction in conference, they same way they so directly address the issue of pornography...prayers are answered? :)  I also am appreciative of Elder Eyring's testimony at the beginning of the Sunday morning session regarding his conviction in the Lord's chosen apostles).

As election time drew nearer for Proposition 8 in California it seemed that every night on the local news were stories of families whose lives were being deeply affected by the campaign...both sides...each night I would be in tears by the end of the news report.  I was torn by the issue...but I believe what it says in the proclamation on the family...and what Elder Jensen reaffirms in such a loving way below.


ELDER MARLIN K. JENSEN LISTENS TO PAIN CAUSED BY PROP 8
--Carol Lynn Pearson
At an early morning meeting prior to the ten o’clock session of the Oakland Stake Conference on September 19th, a remarkable event occurred. Marlin K. Jensen, a general authority of the LDS Church, listened intently as members of the stake, invited specifically for the purpose, voiced the grief they had experienced as a result of their church’s involvement in Proposition 8 as well as the broader history of programs and policies relating to gay and lesbian members.
The meeting was opened by President Dean Criddle, who in 2009 had, along with his two counselors, given moving presentations to the adults of every ward in the stake on the subject of reaching out with love and understanding to our gay brothers and sisters. (See http://www.clpearson.com/oaklandstake.htm.) In his introductory remarks, President Criddle reported that Elder Jensen had offered to get together with members of the stake whom the Stake Presidency felt might benefit from meeting in a more intimate setting with a visiting general authority. President Criddle advised Elder Jensen that many families and individuals in our stake continued to feel wounded in the aftermath of the Proposition 8 campaign and said that it would mean a great deal to many of these members to know that the general authorities are aware of their experience. President Criddle had suggested that Elder Jensen offer to listen to a few of these people tell their stories. Elder Jensen had graciously agreed.
Elder Jensen greeted us warmly, assuring us that he was there to listen, that he would share our stories and comments with the other Brethren. He urged us to be honest in our expressions, then turned the microphone over to whomever chose to speak. The rest of the hour was profoundly emotional, cathartic, and I am certain rewarding for all who were there. About 90 people attended the meeting, each at the specific invitation of a Bishop or a member of the Stake Presidency. Time allowed thirteen of these people to speak. Several expressed devotion to the Church in spite of the pain they had experienced. Some speakers expressed anger that the Proposition 8 campaign had given people “a license to hate”–expressed amazement that our church could have led a campaign that violated its own principles, a campaign in which love was not in evidence, in which Christ seemed to have been forgotten–expressed sorrow that a family who previously had managed to come together in loving inclusion of their gay brother and his husband and their child found themselves ripped apart by the Proposition 8 campaign.
For me personally the highlight of the stories shared was that of my dear friend Connell O’Donovan, who began by saying through his tears, “For many years the Mormon Church violated my soul.” He told of his journey, so similar to that of thousands of LDS gay men and women, going through “the Lord’s program for my cure,” the fasting, the praying, the mission, the disastrous marriage, the hypnotherapy, being sent to BYU for “vomit aversion therapy”—all as he determinedly followed the counsel of his priesthoodleaders. As he described the horrendous ordeal of the aversion therapy and his eventual refusal to undergo it, the emotion in the room became more audible. My friend Diana, sitting beside me, began to sob, and continued sobbing through the rest of the meeting. Many in the room were crying. As Connell concluded, he said that he felt an apology was needed to help heal the pain, help both the Church and the gay members move forward.
Elder Jensen, who had been taking notes constantly, arose and through his tears said, “I know that never in my life will I experience an hour quite like this one.” He said he had heard very clearly the pain that had been expressed and that “to the full extent of my capacity I say that I am sorry.”
There was never a statement suggesting that Elder Jensen felt the Church’s support of Proposition 8 was an error or that he was apologizing for that event. He said, “I have heard the calls for change in our church’s policy on this subject. I have read Carol Lynn Pearson’s books and wept as I read them. I don’t think the evolution of our policies will go as far as many would like. Rather I think the evolution will be one of better understanding. I believe our concept of marriage is part of the bedrock of our doctrine and will not change. I believe our policy will continue to be that gay members of the Church must remain celibate. However, I want you to know that as a result of being with you this morning, my aversion to homophobia has grown. I know that many very good people have been deeply hurt, and I know that the Lord expects better of us.”
Elder Jensen added that in his experience the general authorities of the Church are as good-hearted a group of men as could be found anywhere, perhaps not perfect, but trying hard to do what is right and that they entered the Proposition 8 campaign without malice.
Every person I have talked to who was there felt they had witnessed and experienced something quite remarkable. I personally felt it to be a landmark event. Whatever the “promised land” on this subject will look like when our LDS community finally arrives there, no one can at present say. But the richly rewarding meeting in the Oakland Stake Center on September 19th, 2010 was a very important step.

27 September 2010

resisting and growing

How muscles grow: (this information was gathered from a wiki type website about building muscle. Based on my own studies in fitness classes, biology and real life experience I feel it is safe to say this is an accurate description)


1-Your muscles grow when they recover after heavy stress that you put on them in the gym. Your body 'thinks' that you were running for your life from a lion and nearly escaped, and it builds some extra muscle to make sure that you outrun that lion next time he finds you! 


2-The same story in other words: when you stress your muscle to the limit, it develops micro-injury. When it repairs the damage, having enough time and material, it 'overdoes' a little, to prevent you from having that 'micro-injury' in the future.


3-To put it short, if you want your muscle grow, you should give it as much stress as possible in the gym, then you should provide it with everything it needs to recover and grow, which is time and food.

As I read this...can't remember why I was looking for it...it struck me that this was a very good example from nature of how my growth in the gospel works.  Some things that struck me:



  1. "Your muscles grow when they recover after heavy stress that you put on them"
  2. "when you stress your muscle to the limit, it develops micro-injury. When it repairs the damage, having enough time and material, it 'overdoes' a little, to prevent you from having that 'micro-injury' in the future."
  3. "then you should provide it with everything it needs to recover and grow"





"then you should provide it with everything it needs to recover and grow"
My spiritual muscles DO seem to be stronger after each trial.  I find that I have a bit more resistance to my temptations, less of a desire to give in, and an increased desire to hold fast to the gospel that I know to be true.  And given time to gain some perspective for any given trial I can even begin to see the...necessity? of that particular struggle.  And if I'm really lucky what I've learned from a past trial comes in handy when faced with a new one...just like the muscles I build in the gym one day will hopefully pull me up Walters Wiggles when hiking Angel's Landing on another day.


"when you stress your muscle to the limit, it develops micro-injury. When it repairs the damage, having enough time and material, it 'overdoes' a little, to prevent you from having that 'micro-injury' in the future." 
There are moments, days, months...years even...that I feel as if I've been pushed to my limit...that I have been "broken" and am in need of repair.  I think this is what our Father expects.  We break and then we turn to our Father and to our Savior and his Atonement to heal what has been broken.  "Breaking" leads me to humility...I can no longer continue on my own...I must ask for help.  And so...hopefully...I do.  My Savior steps in and takes what is broken...takes my weakness...and repairs it...makes it stronger.  And suddenly what was once so weak, has now become a strength that I will use to battle through other trying times.

"then you should provide it with everything it needs to recover and grow"

As I struggle, with any number of things, I forget the recovery aspect.  I'm just so thrilled to be done with my "spiritual workout"...I'm so emotionally and spiritually drained that I don't really think about what is going to help to recover.  I'm just glad that a particular trial is over and that the Savior has stepped in...but what now?

When the physical workout is over...what do I do?  Do I go to In-N-Out burger to celebrate my hard work after a couple hours in the gym?  No (...well...I shouldn't) I stretch and nourish my body with food and water.  So after I've made it through a spiritual trial...what am I doing?  Am I providing myself with the spiritual nourishment that I need to help the new muscles I've built recover?  Am I continuing to call upon my Father and the Savior?  Am I renewing my covenants with the Lord through regular temple and Sunday meeting attendance?  Is my scripture study regular? Without providing my spirit with the needed nourishment all that hard work was for not.




It doesn't seem unreasonable that I apply a workout regime not only for my physical health, but for my spiritual as well.  Trials and temptations will never cease...not in this life...and even in the world to come...at least for a time.  Spiritual muscle growth is essential to my salvation.

I do know that we are here to grow and become who our Father in Heaven already knows we can be.  The potential for my spiritual muscle growth is there.  It is not unachievable...but it will not come without difficulty.  So I'm going to do my best to make it less difficult with a better workout regime.

22 September 2010

Pride...and not the kind you have a parade for.

I'm going to preface this post with a warning that it contradicts my previous 90210 post.  I may know the gospel principles but unfortunately I don't always apply them in my life.

And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them. ~Ether 12:27

My weaknesses are given so that I may become humble.  Humility is something that I feel I've been sorely lacking lately.  Perhaps this will turn a few readers off...but lately I've been really struggling with my pride.  Not the "I'm better than you because I'm awesome and have more than you kind of pride"...more a "from the bottom up" kind of pride that I once hears Spencer W Kimball speak about (now I can't find the reference).  I listened to Elder Scott recently interview a married couple and was filled with disdain for the couple and pride in myself, as they discussed how they counsel together and with the Lord to work through disagreements in their relationship.  The disdain wasn't specifically aimed at that issue...more at the fact that they were married and HAD someone to counsel with over struggles in their relationship.  I sat there thinking..."I do this alone.  I don't have anyone to counsel with for help."  

Reading that now is laughable.  A) Because it is prideful and ridiculous and B) because I DO, indeed, have someone to counsel with.  I might not be sealed for time and all eternity, nor am I married civilly, nor am I even in a relationship.  However, I have parents and siblings, I have friends...and most importantly...I do have the Savior and my Father in Heaven...and their counsel is the best around.

Last night I was speaking with a friend and we were talking about struggles, frustrations, weaknesses, etc... and how they give us reason to turn to the Lord...and as it says in Ether...when we do that those things that are weak unto us...He can make them strengths unto us.  I've seen it in my own life...on a daily basis.

I'm grateful that despite my pride, my Father in Heaven still blesses me...that the Atonement is there so that I can leave that pride with the Lord.  Some days seem to drag on...and this life feels like it is a never ending battle...but I am working towards an end goal...a happy ending, if you will:


"A happy end...that's a bit of a tall order for everyday. I mean ultimately, sure, you want to end happily. But at the same time, who wants to end? Either you're happy and ended or you're not quite happy and at least still living...

That's where I have to find consolation...in the fact that I'm still living....a day to day...hour to hour...breath to breath...just living."  ~Little Happy Secrets
The speaker in the play acknowledges that her statement is a fairly literal take on happy endings...but I can relate to exactly what she is saying...many times I've said that choosing the gospel is a  daily, hourly and sometimes minute by minute choice.  And I don't always make the right choice.  But I do find comfort in the fact that whether humbled or prideful my Savior, His Atonement and my Father in Heaven...they are always there for me...they don't give up on me.  It is much easier to hear their counsel when I am humble...and as you now know...I'm not always filled with humility...but I still take comfort in knowing that even with my nose turned up at others...they do not turn their noses up at me...or their backs on me.  Their arms are always open waiting for me to turn my heart to them.

16 September 2010

life lessons from 90210

Obviously the main issue that I write about on this blog is about dealing with my attraction to girls and its incongruence with the gospel that I know to be true.  But there are other things that I struggle with.  They are not so acute but they do exist.  However...because liking girls is so...I can't think of a word...but it is something that would require a significant, to say the least, lifestyle change...including giving up things that I love and hold sacred...it seems to be front and center in my life.  This is NOT in any way to say that my life is more difficult than anyone else's.  I don't believe that at all.  In fact I believe that your challenges and struggles and obstacles are as difficult for you as mine are for me.  I believe that principle to be true.  I like to call it my 90210 principle.  I will explain...


In 1990 Beverly Hills 90210 made it's television debut.  It was not a show I had any particular interest in  (except for when Rebecca Gayheart and Tiffani Thiessen were on...they are both really easy on the eyes...I digress) but it taught me a great lesson about judging other's situation against my own. 


I was sitting at lunch one day...at the lunch table were a group of girls, with whom I was friends and who had a deep LOVE for 90210...and then a couple of my closer friends who had about as much interest in the show as I did.  One of my closer friends commented on how lame the show was, which of course almost incited a lunch room riot.  Being the peace maker/people pleaser (working on that) that I am I tried to temper the increasingly incendiary situation.  My closer friends took the stance that the show was so fake, so ridiculous and that if their lives were anything like that they would have nothing to complain about.  The 90210 girls immediately countered saying...well honestly I don't know what they said...but I do know they were horrified by the lack of regard given to their televisions "besties" (just an aside, this was LONG before the term "bestie", but I am fairly certain that these girls would have been part of the group to incorporate the word).  


This is when true Divine inspiration struck my 13 year old mind.  In less than articulate terms, I'm sure...I was in junior high, cut me some slack...I explained to the fuming group that the lives of the TV CHARACTERS (yes...I am sort of about to defend television characters) were as difficult for said TV characters as our lives were for us...that my life was as difficult for me as it was for any one of my friends...90210 lovers and anyone else...and though our struggles were very, Very, VERY different (especially from the likes of the students at Beverly Hills High) said struggles were still just as difficult, and heart wrenching and stressful and painful and whateverelseful for each one of us.  I don't really remember anyone being awed at my words of wisdom (I guess I was no Mother Mary) but things settled down and I was the heroine for the 90210 crowd...not sure if they understood what I was saying totally...but they could tell I was on their side...and as far as my closer friends...they just chalked it up to me being my usual crowd pleasing self...and we continued on, peacefully, with our non-90210 related conversation.  


To be honest...I think it was many years later that I was actually awed at my own words...not so much at what I had said, but somewhat amazed that at such a self centered and moody age (it wasn't just me, right?)  I came to understand what is a very true principle...regardless of someones struggle...I cannot compare it to mine...I cannot judge that what I go through on a daily basis is more difficult than what you go through.  Of course and by all means...we can support each other and share with one another our heartbreaks and our "heart-heals"...and we indeed learn from one another.  But I would loath the thought that anyone out there ever thought that I felt as if my life was so much more difficult than theirs.


Our trials...they are here to make us better...make us who it is we truly are, who we can really be...I don't always love that idea...but there are a lot of principles in nature (muscle growth immediately comes to mind) that seem to evidenced the truth that our growth and progression come often times from obstacles. 


And I will leave you with some thoughts that are not my own but that I would like to have etched underneath my eyelids so I read them while I sleep!


"The path of least resistance can lead through a minefield" (this comes from the main character in the movie The Nannie Diaries)         


"Patient endurance permits us to cling to our faith in the Lord and our faith in His timing when we are being tossed about by the surf of circumstance.  Even when a seeming undertow grasps us, somehow, in the tumbling we are being carried forward though battered and bruised." ~Neal A Maxwell

And for those moments when you're 100% POSITIVE that you've learned ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING that you are going to learn from a particular trial...Neal sheds some (more) much needed light:

"In our approach to life, patience also helps us to realize that while we may be ready to move on, having had ENOUGH of a particular learning experience, our continued presence is often needed as part of the learning environment of others." 
~Neal A Maxwell

12 September 2010


"There is a gap between what I feel and what I know."  This thought came to me one day while sitting in a Relief Society lesson...or perhaps I was listening to a talk...I don't really remember. I DO remember that is resonated with me...it describes exactly what I feel about the two very powerful competing forces in my life.  

I realized recently that the only possible way for me to close that gap...the only way that I have any chance of that happening is if I keep my covenants.  If I can do that, then sometime in this life...or the next...that gaping hole...can be filled, completed, closed, made to be as if it never existed.  I will be made to feel whole.  Isn't that the whole purpose of the Atonement?  I know that somehow, making and keeping covenants with the Lord will allow me to "take all MY insecurities, all MY short comings and recognize them but turn them over to the Lord" (from a note written to me from a friend the day I realized the gap in my life.)  I'm still working on how exactly to turn those things over to the Lord...and I'm still trying to fill that gap.  Some days my trying is much more diligent and valiant than others...but I do try.

09 September 2010

ELEVEN DAYS


Deuteronomy 1:2 - (There are eleven days journey from Horeb by the way of Seir unto Kadesh-barnea.)


Horeb is the place where Moses received the 10 Commandments.  Kadesh-barnea is a point at which Moses sent spies into the promised land to see what's the what.  I had a friend once tell me that the drive from Horeb to Kadesh-barnea takes about 45 minutes...that is about the drive from Salt Lake City to Provo on a normal traffic day.  The Israelites wandered for FORTY YEARS.  They were an eleven day journey away from the promise land...but because of their hardened hearts and pride...they wandered for FORTY.YEARS.

Am I going to hang on to anger and frustration and pride and "wander for forty years"?  Or am I going to be able to just let it go and reach the "promise land"?

In October General Conference of 2008 Elder Lawrence E Corbridge gave a talk entitled "The Way" .  (Read it. Love it.)

He made the following statement:  
Life is hard, but life is simple. Get on the path and never, ever give up. You never give up. You just keep on going. You don’t quit, and you will make it.
There is only one way to happiness and fulfillment. Jesus Christ is the Way. Every other way, any other way, whatever other way is foolishness.
And so...I really am trying to get on and stay on that path...and never give up.  Some days are better than others...but I am just going to keep on going...because any other way is foolishness.

06 September 2010






I think that if I ever get a tattoo this is what I will get tattooed.  I use to want a poem that Alex wrote for me, but it is kind of long...and I think this phrase sums up a truth that would be useful tattooed underneath my eyelids.  Or perhaps I will make a recording of it over and over  and listen to it each night as I fall asleep (SINCE I CAN'T BUY THE SONG THE LINE IS FROM ON iTUNES...PLEASE Apple...let me buy music form iTunes Ireland...geez).

I've come to realize in the VERY recent past (ie about twenty minutes ago) that what always pulls me out of a slump or back to the "straight and narrow" is a gospel truth... EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.  

I don't want to admit that.  I want to be able to live my life happily without the gospel in it...for the mere fact that I could then date who I actually was interested in dating.  But it is the truth.  Well...almost the whole truth...for me, the whole truth is, the gospel brings about the majority of my happiness...the rest of it is a result of the relationships in my life...and as kick ass and bitchin' as my friends and family are...they are not a significant other.  Sometimes they are a fabulous substitute...but even then they are only fleeting in their ability to fill that GAPING hole.  One day my mom and I were discussing Prop 8 and gay marriage and the temple and I explained to her that in my ideal world I could be sealed to the girl I loved in the temple.  In my ideal world that would be A-Ok. But this isn't my world...and that isn't how natural law works...so...I do my best to:

"...hold on to what I believe in the light...when the darkness has robbed me of all my sight."