tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post1812573076888255625..comments2023-09-27T02:32:42.011-07:00Comments on Love the Life you Live: Sundays...Marc and Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16606030125660157402noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-67556029520474716792008-09-15T17:39:00.000-07:002008-09-15T17:39:00.000-07:00Megan - you are amazing. I can not read your posts...Megan - you are amazing. I can not read your posts without the spirit coming upon me. You are an inspiration to so many. Thank you for being so candid and thanks be to our Heavenly Father who blessed you with the talent to express your feelings in such a beautiful way.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11614178245960263905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-62597767693072186242008-09-14T18:07:00.000-07:002008-09-14T18:07:00.000-07:00We had our lesson on this just a few weeks ago. I ...We had our lesson on this just a few weeks ago. I was like you, had a bunch of baby blessings, parents and siblings speaking in their respective wards, and thought I had missed it. When I found out they were teaching this lesson, I too wanted to sprint from the class. So much of this lesson focuses on the loss of children. It really probably does the women some good to mourn together. I had a sweet sister(who had not even been in the ward very long) grab my hand and hold it pretty much all the way through. Not many have to experience the loss of a child, let alone two children. And it makes it that much more tender to mourn for two. It gives us a glimpse of what pioneer women went through. Tears are healing. Everyone mourns differently too. You are strong and diligent. There are Sundays where I just do not have the will to go. Those are the times that my heart is so heavy, and I know Heavenly Father knows I am trying. Thank-you for your beautiful words. They are honest and lend support to many!Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11662284283617525676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-71260255357677981072008-09-14T18:05:00.000-07:002008-09-14T18:05:00.000-07:00Megan, you don't know me. I found your blog someho...Megan, you don't know me. I found your blog somehow, and have been so uplifted by your words. I lost my little son last November at 38 weeks, and have been grieving deeply. This particular post of yours really helped me today. Sundays are hard for me, too. I especially appreciate your defining "should" as a bad word. It only causes discouragement, and we know who the source of that feeling is! I am going to start noticing that in my thoughts more, I know!<BR/>Thank you so much for your beautifully written words of faith and testimony.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16257277238236544458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699703420759064041.post-64698329346625569672008-09-14T16:17:00.000-07:002008-09-14T16:17:00.000-07:00We had this lesson in our ward back in August, and...We had this lesson in our ward back in August, and your family was very much on my mind at the time. I loved the things the Prophet said concerning death. I especially loved the part that says,"Yet my heart mourns for those who have been taken from us, but not without hope, for I shall see them again and be with them." I find it comforting that Joseph Smith himself also mourned, knowing all he knew. I am glad that the lesson gave you what you needed right now.Haley Halehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05741049534969319643noreply@blogger.com