First let me just say, I’m sorry you’re hurting. Getting denied admittance to any college hurts, but there is a special sting when that college is owned by your Church. Though your Instagram feed may be flooded by #byubound posts please know you are not alone. There are thousands of kids who are quietly hurting just like you. In 2006 I applied to BYU because that’s where all my older siblings and both of my parents went. I only
I don’t have much of an elaborate introduction. I am a full-time mom to two sweet'n crazy kiddos and a wife to a man who keeps me on my toes. Nick and I met at BYU, had an indecisive courtship, got married, quit our jobs, and jumped straight into entrepreneurial adventures. We have been pretty vocal about our faith journeys online at @chels_homer. I crave community and friendships and find writing a great outlet to connect with others. At any
As we enter our second year of the Come Follow Me program we are so grateful to see so many awesome #CFM resources available. It is clear that our community is excited to apply this new approach to the Book of Mormon. We are so blessed to live in a day when you don't have to have access to Deseret Book to get your hands on wonderful study materials. As typically happens when there is an influx of resources, it
Please note. I’m not trying to frame myself as some kind of expert or therapist. As an adult with a long dating career within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints community (there has to be an easier way to say that) I’ve talked about porn with people I love my fair share. This week I talked with thousands of women on Instagram about porn and this is what stuck out to me. (You can watch the stories in
I made an important discovery in therapy recently. A lot of my past fears around being single in adulthood (I'm 30) within our church culture stem from a lack of examples and faulty outsider perspectives. Meaning, I'm having a hard time thinking of women I knew when I was younger who were "older" and single AND happy. The women I can think of were (in my mind) sad lonely women with a life of emptiness. (LOL at little me) This may sound dramatic but