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This blog is where I record a limited depiction of my feelings, family, and faith. My blog was recently under intense scrutiny, and so I feel this disclaimer is necessary. I try to tell my story as openly as I can, but this blog represents a cropped and narrow-viewed version of my story -- like all social media -- it is NOT the full story. Many events happen behind the scenes that are not recorded or written about, due to the sensitive nature of others involved. Life has many layers. Many layers can be shared and many cannot, and this blog is simply a layer of my life that I allow others to view, but it is not an accurate depiction of all the layers of my life.

The Hands of a Woman

Is there any force in the world more powerful than the hands of a woman? Think on that question for a moment…the answer is no!

Women are beautiful, divine, and powerful creatures. We have within us the ultimate power to create and sustain life. We are entrusted with this sacred duty, it is ours to fulfill and magnify. What a task! Women are inherently nurturers. Some women may suppress this feminine quality, but it is there inside of them -- though it may be buried under layers of a hard-knock-life, and toughness. When the innate ability to nurture is nourished, it will blossom, and women can be such glorious beings of good, kindness, and light. (Even the thick-skinned ones, like me!) 

There is really no limit to what women are capable of -- both on Earth, and in Heaven. And there is no limit to the glory we can receive, if we remain true and faithful to covenants that we make.

I find myself honored to be a woman. I find myself empowered by the roles we have to fill as mothers, and as nurturers. No matter our position in life -- at home, or at work -- we can always act on our eternal role as nurturers. Men have their divine roles and duties they have been charged with, and we women have ours, which are of equal value and importance. But really, it is about working together in harmony -- as men and women -- fulfilling our distinct and unique tasks. It is in the combination of our sacred roles, united -- that is when we see the divine and the glorious come to fruition.

As a woman, fulfilling my divine role makes me feel powerful, not powerless. I am not perfect at fulfilling my duties, but I do love being a woman, and I love being a mother. I am convinced that Heavenly Father has a special love for His daughters. I have felt it throughout my lifetime. Women are just as entitled to a direct-line to Deity -- Heavenly help and guidance -- there is no doubt about that! Never, ever, doubt that!

I ask you: Is there anything more powerful than a Mother's prayer?

If there is, I have not seen it.

I just stand in awe at the power of women. (I stand in awe of the power of men, too . . . but that is another post entirely!)

As I look at this picture of the hands of my daughter, myself, my mother, and my grandmother, I find myself inspired by what these hands of women have done.

Just think of…

  1. The tears they have wiped away
  2. The hugs they have reached out for
  3. The food they have prepared
  4. The scriptures they have held
  5. The babies they have cuddled
  6. The musical notes they have played
  7. The temple work they have performed
  8. The family history they have recorded
  9. The blogs they have written
  10. The cookies they have baked
  11. The diapers they have changed
  12. The laundry they have folded
  13. The homes they have decorated
  14. The games they have played
  15. The balls they have thrown
  16. The hair they have curled
  17. The mascara they have applied
  18. The flowers they have grown
  19. The children they have nurtured
  20. The medicine they have given
  21. The sickness they have healed
  22. The talks they have written
  23. The lessons they have prepared
  24. The service they have rendered
  25. The chauffeuring miles they have driven
  26. The choirs they have conducted
  27. The homes they have built
  28. The homework they have helped with
  29. The lawns they have mowed
  30. The heavy loads they have carried
  31. The journals they have kept
  32. The beauty they have created
  33. The zippers they have zipped
  34. The shoes they have tied
  35. The family members they have buried
  36. The books they have held
  37. The treats they have delivered
  38. The neighbors they have helped
  39. The hands they have held 
  40. The decorations they have hung
  41. The holidays they have celebrated
  42. The clapping they have clapped
  43. The thumbs-up they have given
  44. The floors they have scrubbed
  45. The dishes they have washed
  46. The comfort they have given
  47. The magic they have made
  48. The kisses they have blown
  49. The love they have given
  50. The prayers they have offered...


I could go on, and on, forever…and ever. Just like these powerful hands will go on, and on, forever.

The power that is in the hands of a woman travels with them from Heaven -- no special procedures or bestowals necessary. The power is simply there.

The hands of a woman…wow!

Just wow.

Comments

  1. I loved women's conference as well what I loved the most was sitting in my cozies and watching it in the warmth of my house.

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    1. Yep, that's where we were too. I was cuddled in blankets on my bed with Sammi -- it was great. I was free to ugly cry when needed. :-)

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  2. Ugly cry? Do I even want to know what that is? It sounds like something I did after my first (and only) high school dance.

    Charles

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  3. I didnt get to womens conference (work ugh) but watched parts of it on Sunday. Wondered why some women feel the need to separated from the pack...We need to be a pack together in solidarity. Tough times come, happy times come, rough times, sad times and yet if it werent for women we would never cope as well. We need each other to support not tear apart. I often have felt that support (even with a Hugh Jackman cake)....I can only hope that my support is as helpful to others as menial as it is. Let me know when you need a cake and some time...in a month or two (mmmm i would love to eat it with you)

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