I woke up today and felt like absolute crap.
So bad I couldn’t get up and take my son to daycare.
So he stayed with me while I was sick and worked through it with me all day.
Somehow I managed to set up the rest of my online class for the semester.
Prep for class tonight.
Go to a doctor’s appointment (my dad watched my son).
Get my husband food and his favorite drink.
Teach a pretty much perfect class on the State in international relations.
And watch President Trump’s speech after the fact.
I M proud of myself. I still feel like crap.
But I didn’t let it stop me.
I was stressed because I knew I had to hold class. But I just coughed through it a little bit.
Talking about sanctions is so fun. So was talking about intangible power like America’s great image.
I testified of America tonight. American pride and ingenuity. 🇺🇸
All states want power. All states have interests. America is the hegemon.
And she needs to LEAD.
Go USA. Go election integrity and security! Let’s clean this up.
NOW.
We have ammo.
I watched John Thune talk about the Save America Act tonight.
I tried really hard to give him some credit.
I did, after all, use to be a moderate myself.
If you didn’t really know what is actually going on his words were compelling.
The whole “we should be going after democrats not Republicans who support it” sounds really good upon first listen.
It’s super slick though. And deceptive.
Because doing the Talking Filibuster WOULD be doing exactly that.
It’s the best way to change democrats minds.
Put them under the heat in front of the American people.
It’s genius. Actually bring debate back. Actually force senators to do their jobs.
But Thune is himself keeping this from happening.
Yes, we don’t have the votes to nuke the filibuster.
But we CAN be doing a hell of a lot more than what we’re doing.
Thune’s evasiveness and excuses are hidden by a fake jurisdictional prowess and duty to protocol he appears to have.
Get a life buddy. Try some humility.
When it gets late at night, I feel peace.
Peace that passes understanding.
I am so grateful for that.
I try to live worthy of it.
I try to give it to others.
We are in God’s hands.
Always.
On every day. The good and the bad.
His plans for us are superior to the ones we make for ourselves.
My son is sooooo stubborn. I’m not sure how much of that is that he is three.
Or if he was born just as stubborn as John Thune and my father in law.
Heaven help us all.
But You and I need to be stubborn.
We are RIGHT.
And that matters. That is everything.
For everyone.
So I give you permission to be as stubborn as my son.
He thinks he is right about everything and he won’t let go.
You don’t let go.
You fight like there is no tomorrow.
We are right. YOU are right.
Be the most stubborn cuss there ever was.
Much love. ❤️
My mom paid me a very high compliment tonight.
She said that while I have made mistakes in life, I have always been without guile.
She basically said my heart is completely pure.
That meant so much to me.
I do love everyone. And I forgive very very easily. And I always see the best in EVERYONE.
In some ways I feel like this world is too harsh for my tender heart.
But I will love regardless.
It is my way of being brave.
And giving to the world what I am meant to give.
Please be kind to me, X World. I know you are. But I am sooo raw and real.
Perhaps it is an acquired taste.
But I love you.
I don’t know what is going to happen.
The memo I got a long time ago surely shouldn’t have taken this long in my original estimation. (I know how that goes ;).
But I believe in the FIGHT with every fiber of my being.
I rejoice in the fight.
Agency is always at play so nothing is ever certain, even when we know it should be.
But all the forces of good are on our side. And THAT is power.
The good of the earth are uniting behind us and there is so much force in that.
Our enemies are hollow. Empty. They stand on ground that is increasingly cracking every day.
They may still appear resolute. But they ARE having their doubts.
They are holding onto their pride more than any truth they can try to muster.
Their pride will be the death of them.
Protocol is code for “I am too comfortable”
We see a bunch of “Sunshine patriots” in office. Thomas Paine would tear these men to literal shreds.
We see weak men masquerading as something important in their propped up positions.
Very very few deserve to be there.
The ones who do are carrying the load and the HOPE of a whole entire country.
God please, please bless them. Strengthen them…even as you sanctify them.
Well, I worked on the dissertation today and made progress.
It is a step.
Every paragraph is a step.
They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
And I add , each step after the first is also important.
If I can get the Reid chapter right everything else will fall into place.
Basically if I can make a certain professor on my committee happy I will succeed.
I don’t know why this has to be so hard. But I’ve got to stop asking that question.
It doesn’t help.
The world is fallen. We deal with imperfect people. Those who have power over us don’t always see things how we do. I can see what she is saying. But I also saw what I was saying. Maybe I will be grateful for all her changes in the end.
I hope.
I have to be humble. I thought I already was. But I guess not quite.
We had a heated discussion about Tyler Robinson tonight at my home. My husband is more skeptical of his guilt than I am. My daughter is too.
I got soooo fustrated. My husband religiously watched the pre trial all week. But there were things he did not see. He is skeptical about the gun. I know many men are. He believed a lot of the evidence presented and changed his mind about many things. But the gun is his last hold out.
I am not a conspiracy theorist. I should be, considering all the hell I have been through. But I am not.
And I trust certain people soooo much. People who have had access to things we just haven’t.
Anyway, it was fine. I kept the peace. But I can’t wait for the word to know the truth. I feel Charlie’s heart. He is soooo good and pure. The family deserves justice. And peace.
I am Grateful for those defending his family. And Erika particularly. Soo grateful.
This is part of the winding down scenes of heaven and earth. This story is IMPORTANT. As I we.
May I forever be a broken record.
I love you. 💕❤️😘
Tonight was really special. Or me at the temple.
Really profound.
I prayed I would have the experience I needed to.
I felt immense peace the whole time and that God was pleased with me.
I needed that.
As I looked at a picture of the Savior on the big screen I distinctly heard the following words,
“I LOVE you. You love MY children.”
He is right. I do. With my life. And soul.
Everything I do because of love.
I know I am to love. And who I am. And how. And when. And why.
I will continue. He is pleased.
In my ASL session I ran into a couple from my home ward.
I found it odd but approached them in the Celestial Room. I asked a few questions and found out that their eldest daughter was going through the hardest trial of my life that I face twenty two years ago. It was crazy. They had come to seek guidance about it and I had a ton to give.
I bore witness that that specific trial, as hard as was, was the best thing that ever happened to me. They didn’t know I had gone through it. I am private. But I explained how it taught me to rely on the Lord like no other and to not care what other people thought of me. It gave me unreal empathy and strength of character and strong, strong independence. I testified to them that their daughter would be just fine. The mom just cried and told me she knew I was supposed to be there. They had missed their earlier session on accident.
In the Celestial Room I was able to use something that was once painful in my twenties and be the bearer of peace and wisdom to a couple I love.
God is soooooo kind. He is in the details.
My perfect son made a huge mess in the kitchen tonight with black paint and a pizza box.
Oh my.
I thought the paint was up high.
Points to him for resourcefulness, innovation, and creativity.
But what a mess!!!
This was after his bath and in his new pajamas.
Oh dear!
But I can also be mad at myself.
We need to make messes in life less likely.
We need to be the boss and tell people how it is.
We need to create the parameters of the game.
We can’t let our plans slip away.
WE are the boss.
I’m so tired of ignorant blind people on Facebook.
Everyone thinks they are sooo smart.
I trust you X World.
And that’s about it.
Well, I trust God. And I trust myself.
I guess that is good company.
Vineyard, UT is currently experiencing a big thunder storm.
I love it.
I always wonder what’s going on in Heaven when the thunder rolls.
I love movement. All movement.
Any movement.
The forces at play must have their day.
They must roll with severe magnitude.
The Master is still in control.
He can and will ultimately calm this storm.
But storms have their reason.
I always say we came for the conflict.
Conflict begets growth and unity down the road.
We have to understand each other.
And we get to carry each other.
The collective nature of our problems and solutions reminds us so at base, that we are all children of God.
We only stand as tall as we are bending down to lift another.
But that doesn’t mean to enable.
It means to truly lift so we all rise.
Thanks. 🙏 ❤️ Loves.
I finally wrote today. I broke through my angry wall. I am hopeful for progress this week. Little steps matter. And attitude is everything. He who would change the world must first change himself. - Socrates.
X World!!! I have great news!!!!
My dad’s cancer has NOT metastasized to anywhere outside of his prostate!!!
This is totally manageable!!!
I feel such relief.
My favorite angel was right. He said it would be OK.
I am sooooo grateful.
I love YOU! 😘
I love my son.
I love my family.
I love those who take care of my heart.
Life is rough.
No one is unscathed.
I’m still mad about my dissertation.
I can’t get it out of my system.
Some things are just unjust.
But yeah.
Just yeah.
That’s where I am at.
I know I’ll figure it out. My life has been one big amazing miracle.
I, too, have not come this far to come this far.
But sometimes I don’t understand why it has to be so painful.
You make it less brutal, X World.
Knowing that I am not alone.
Some people are just such idiots.
It’s nice to read words of truth. And reason.
And know they are being championed by great ones.
You are the Great Ones.
I just love you.
I love truth.
And it does set me free.
Millions are being set free on here.
Every day.
It’s a miracle in its own right.
And it is manna across this desert. 🐪
So I have this ongoing theory that government agencies are the most inefficient.
I know I am not alone. Everyone knows this.
But today it sucked because my dad goes to the VA.
He served in the Army.
Anyway, they have had his results from his Pet scan for multiple days now. He knows that. But no one has contacted him.
He thought it would be today. But it wasn’t.
What could be more important than informing a whole family if their patriarch is going to live or dies soon from his cancer?
There are things in life I just don’t understand.
Add this to the list.
Well my dad finds out how bad his cancer is tomorrow.
I gave him love tonight.
He is brave. He is good. He is kind.
I owe everything to him.
I am happy and optimistic and kind because of him.
He taught me to always find the best in everything.
He has already been through so much. I pray for the best.
You all would love him. He would love you.
He is soooo innately good.
And humble and confident in Christ.
My dad loves the Lord and it is all he cares about at core.
Nothing else really matters to him.
Here’s praying for the best.