I was never going to write about this. It was far too personal for me. However, I feel like it would be a huge disservice to not discuss it in light of recent media coverage.
Let’s start with this is not a pity me piece. I’m not asking for some form of personal attention. Now that’s out of the way, we can discuss this massive problem.
According to Marshall University, Rape Culture is
“an environment in which rape is prevalent and in which sexual violence against women is normalized and excused in the media and popular culture.”
I’m gong to start with my own story to talk about this issue.
My freshman year of college, I was super excited. I was going to my dream school. I hadn’t even applied to other schools. My mom was so nervous. I go down for orientation. Meet a cute boy. He’s on the football team and he’s southern. I mean that’s what a girl from the north wants in a man when she goes down south. We talked that whole summer until I moved into the dorm. I think my mom had been back in NJ for 24 hours max when I called her from my roommates cellphone to tell her I had been raped and the police had taken my cellphone as evidence. Not only did they take my cellphone but basically all of my possessions. Being the amazing mom she is, she left work and drove back to South Carolina. Thanks mom.
With is being Christmas time, it is no wonder I wanted to write about the Savior.
It is no secret that Jesus Christ is the most influential person on the planet. Whether you believe He came to atone for our sins and provide a perfect example of how to live our lives is irrelevant because there is no doubt that Jesus Christ has had a profound impact on our lives.
Now, you all know I was not religious in the least bit until I found the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The same can be said of my husband, if not more so.
I think that very statement shows the power of Christ. To take nonbelievers and turn them into very active members of a Church.
What I love about the gospel is the ability to change people. People I grew up with, went to school with my entire life who had no religion in their lives, much like myself are posting about how Christ works in their life and what a profound impact He has had on them.
As promised I would tell you about Al Fox Carraway’s book “More Than the Tattooed Mormon.”
I started the book December 1 and I was done by December 4, it was that amazing. Even with the craziness of finals (note* I should be writing my final papers as we speak, I have two due tomorrow), my internship and “working” I was able to finish the book in three days. I honestly could not put it down.
Let me say my love for this book does not come solely because of my Faith but because of the actual content and the message this book has.
Without giving away all of her secrets, the book is divided into two parts, “my story” and “your story.”
Earlier, I wrote about being busy and how it is the new happy. I believe being busy because you are working toward something will make you happy. I think that type of stress is healthy. I welcome that type of stress. I thrive on it.
Then we have the type of stress that does not make us happy. The type that is completely unnecessary. The type that has give me two ulcers this week. This I do not welcome.
I think there comes a point where we have to stop and re-evaluate what is happening in our lives. Determine what is controllable, what is working for us and what is not helping the situation.
Lately the Church’s “new” guidelines. I was going to leave it alone and let it play out but I feel at this point it is something I should comment on. In light of the Supreme Court decision the church felt the need to address the legality of the country and the laws of the church.
Recently, the Church decided that children of homosexual parents should wait until their 18th birthday to be baptized. To say reactions are vast would be a gross understatement.
It’s funny the way things work out and the way Heavenly Father has a plan for every single one of us and that plan is perfect. I feel like I should back this story up and start from the beginning to explain my strong feelings on God’s plan for us.
A few weeks ago, Alex and I found out we were expecting. We’ve been married almost a year now and were just so excited. This was the next step. A few days later, we lost the baby. This is not the first time it has happened to us. To say I was devastated would be a gross understatement. I felt like having a child is the most natural thing a person can do, and I had let Alex down yet again. Of course, he did not feel this way toward me but I projected it onto myself. I reached out to mother who suggested we see a specialist.