This is a blog of the tales of an active and faithful Gospel Doctrine Instructor in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, who happens to be a wife, a mother, and a high school teacher. Living, serving, and working in one community as all of these things combine, creates an interesting life.
As you read, you will find musings on the Gospel, on motherhood, on Sainthood, and on life. Take what you will.
I have recently come to the conclusion that some things are better left unsaid when talking to one of my best friends. This is the friend that I see most often; however, things have been strained and silent for us as of late. We still hang out, go to movies, sit next to each other at church, but there is a difference. She disagrees with me. She is worried that I am losing something. She is frustrated that I do not make my children go to mutual. (I disagree with the way the leaders are running the program, and my children HATE going. That is another post, but let's just say that making my children participate in something they hate, is not a good way to help them gain a testimony.) She is angry that I disagree so strongly with the discrimination in the scouting program. She laughed when I said that there are young men and women in our ward who struggle with sexuality. She thinks the idea that gay and lesbian youth in our midst is laughable. I love my friend. I am frustrated that I can speak more freely with total strangers than I can with her.
So, I wrote this poem based off of Li-Young Lee's poem "A Story."
Sad is the woman who has strong opinions
And can’t speak them to her friend.
Her friend waits in stressed silence
You can’t possibly
Are the unspoken judgmental words
In a world full of injustice
And pain, the woman speaks for those
Without a voice. With everyone
Except her friend.
Already, the woman looks ahead,
How can you possibly
be so closed minded?
Just because I disagree, does not mean
I lost my testimony.
Listen and open your
But the friend lives in a world
Where windows must remain closed.
Do you see what you
The woman screams? Sitting
And allowing the
passive aggressiveness to overtake you?