I was reflecting on a hymn today that I remember singing frequently in my youth, but it didn’t become significant to me until I was older. The title of the hymn is “Savior, Redeemer of My Soul.” The lyrics of the hymn are as follows: Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole, Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word, Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream
If you haven’t read “What’s in a Name (Part 1)”, follow the link below. https://thewinderfamily.wordpress.com/2018/10/11/whats-in-a-name/ “Are we Mormons? Are we LDS? Are we FLDS?” A common question/complaint/misunderstanding that we’ve seen floating around since our public debut has been what our relationship is to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and the group known as the FLDS. After the premier of the show, we saw in a few places that people were pretty bent out of shape that we referred to ourselves as Mormons and discussed our background in the LDS church. I remember seeing one comment where a lady who I’m sure is very sweet and
“Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 5: 14-16 Accepting opportunities to grow This scripture was weighing very heavily on our minds this past spring as we considered accepting an opportunity that we never imagined would come to us. It took many months of prayer and consideration
Sharing my experiences so far in plural marriage We’ve decided to share our experiences over the past year of living in our plural marriage. I’ve experienced more over the past year and learned more than I can ever hope to share, especially in this short post. I’m writing this post after midnight though and that seems to be a common theme in the life of a man in a plural marriage. It’s hard sometimes to find quiet moments for introspection and reflection. One of my biggest struggles so far has been finding time for myself. I knew that my life would be more busy and I have always been
As I look back on everything that has happened over the last year It’s crazy to compare where we were when we started, to where we are now. In doing that comparison, I can see how blessed we are, and how strong we are in choosing to live this way. As well as how far we have come in adapting to this lifestyle, and finding our own groove in it. When we got married, we had no idea what we were doing, or how things should look or be, in a plural situation. I thought that I’d have a better idea, having grown up around plural marriage…but then I
When I think back on my first year in a plural marriage there is so much I could talk about- probably way more than anyone is interested in reading in one sitting! It took me a long time to decide on what I thought most people would be interested in reading about. I tried narrowing it down to a few topics, or maybe just a few experiences that provided growth. How do you condense a year’s worth of experiences into a few paragraphs and still have it be interesting to those reading? So I decided to try and do a little of all of it, realizing that there will
I’ll start this with a brief summary of part one and then pick up where I left off last week. To summarize: I was born and raised as faithfully as any youth is in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I was exposed to very negative views of plural marriage as a child and discovered later that there was also a happy and blessed side to it. It wasn’t always just a trial and a hardship. I began to struggle with my testimony in relation to the LDS Church and the original teachings of the “New and Everlasting Covenant.” A few years after this, I began
“A certain man had two sons: And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that
I’m well aware that I haven’t shared an introduction yet, or a post about my journey into plural marriage. There’s been a lot of discussion lately over the proper use of the term “Mormon” in describing adherents to the religious tenets taught originally by Joseph Smith. As it’s been a topic of interest lately, I’ve decided to delay my introduction for another week and put in my two cents concerning this topic.
Shortly after we got married, Tami, Colton and I were working through all the changes and figuring out how we all fit together in this newly chosen lifestyle. We all knew that communication was needed to help us through our struggles. We still had to figure out how to do that, how to understand each other, since we all had different communication styles, as well as different personalities.