Thorns, Prayer, and Hitting Things


For the past couple of months I have been heading up a committee at church that is in charge of our women's activities. This week we put on a celebration for the birthday of the Relief Society - a women's auxiliary within the church that was originally formed in March of 1842.

In preparation for this event I poured over different talks and articles until I found the following from our church wide conference in Oct 2013 taken from an address given to the women of the church.

There will be times when you will walk a path strewn with thorns and marked by struggle. There may be times when you feel detached—even isolated—from the Giver of every good gift. You worry that you walk alone. Fear replaces faith.

When you find yourself in such circumstances, I plead with you to remember prayer. I love the words of President Ezra Taft Benson concerning prayer. Said he:
“All through my life the counsel to depend on prayer has been prized above almost any other advice I have … received. It has become an integral part of me—an anchor, a constant source of strength, and the basis of my knowledge of things divine. …
“… Though reverses come, in prayer we can find reassurance, for God will speak peace to the soul. That peace, that spirit of serenity, is life’s greatest blessing.”   

President Thomas S Monson

As I read this I sat in awe as I recognized that over the past few months I have personally seen these moments where fear, if allowed, can easily replace faith. 

I couldn't help but recall the current and very real struggles in life amongst my dear friends and family members. 

Financial Stress. 

My heart has ached as I have had conversations with one of our closest friends over her husband's newly diagnosed brain tumor. I have listened to my brother express concern over witnessing his adult daughter make decisions that break his heart. I think of my dear sister-in-law who's new baby (that happens to have the most perfect extra chromosome that you have ever seen) had abdominal surgery within days of his birth and how they spent 6 weeks in the NICU recovering and waiting to take him home. 

The other night at our activity I couldn't help but look around at all of my new dear friends here in CO. As a sister in our ward was speaking to us I realized that no matter how different or isolated or alone we feel in our struggles we are all the same in that we go through them. All of our path's are "strewn with thorns" at one time or another. We struggle and we recover. I felt a lot of strength in that room - I felt the power of women and friends who love and serve one another and most importantly I felt the love of our Savior. 

Somehow as I was sorting through my thoughts a little today and numbing them at the same time I ended up on a blog this morning and read the following: 

Life is brutal. But it’s also beautiful. Brutiful, I call it. 
Life’s brutal and beautiful are woven together so tightly that they can’t be separated. Reject the brutal, reject the beauty. So now I embrace both, and I live well and hard and real.

I love the promise Pres Monson gives that through reverses come reassurances. I admire my husband who is walking, living proof that reassurance and peace come. That even a path strewn with thorns of cancer and the loss of his mother at a young age can be traversed. 

I admire those strong individuals in my live that have overcome and continue to overcome. I am in constant awe of the strength of the human soul.

I thought it fitting the other night at our celebration to not only encourage the reliance on prayer through these times, but also the therapy of just hitting something when things get rough.

I really like to hit things.

It feels so good!!! - remember I have 6 brothers ;)


So I made a piñata for my dear friends in the Relief Society filled with "adult things" - Hey! Come on you guys! …chapstick, nail files, hand lotion, York peppermint patties, chocolate, etc. Jeez! 

…and we absolutely just beat the hell out of it. 


Meg said...

oh i love the piñata! Fun activity! February was a suckfest. So thankful for new months, new seasons, change, and hope for good things to come. great post!


Thanks for the shoutout! It brought tears to my eyes. The last few months have truly been a season of trial and tragedy for so many people in my life as well and it has totally reinforced my gratitude for my wonderful, happy life. We have felt so much relief as we've experienced one lucky break after another with Luke and don't know why we are so lucky and have been dealt such a wonderful hand. Life is so good. Thanks for the great post. It reminded me to be a little more thankful to the God who made us.

eryka said...

Thanks for sharing. I love this quote and Pres. Monson's testimony. I love the decorations and the pinata. Miss you guys.

JCLS said...

Love this post and that quote by President Benson. Also LOVE the idea with the pinata....you are so clever!

the crew said...

So beautiful, so true:) Love you! Can't wait to see your beautiful face.

AshDaBell said...

This was very touching, great post, and great to have those reminders. Also i love the pinata idea and the cute utensil holders you made.

by...K@ Ashcroft said...

HAiley a friend of mine told me about this post. I am teaching a lesson next month in RS that this post fits perfectly, would you mind if I referred to it in my lesson? It's on that talk by Pres. Monson.

by...K@ Ashcroft said...

HAiley a friend of mine told me about this post. I am teaching a lesson next month in RS that this post fits perfectly, would you mind if I referred to it in my lesson? It's on that talk by Pres. Monson.

Hayley said...

Of course you can reference it. :) Thanks for asking!

Lechelle said...

love this.

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