Today I was getting ready for church and a song was in my head. Just the tune, not the words. I vaguely remembered it being from a BYU production that my parents used to watch. I thought it was a thanksgiving one. So as a shot in the dark I asked Alexa to play "Thanksgiving praise songs from BYU". Of course she couldn't find it. But she said "Here are other songs from BYU concert choir" and then proceeded to play THE EXACT SONG I WAS LOOKING FOR. Either God or Alexa was listening to my humming. But really, though I still feel agnostic-ish, I want it to be God. I want it to be a tender mercy, them sending me a loving message through this song. And though my shoulder skeptic tried to tell me it was just a lucky coincidence, I let myself be wrapped in the moment and the loving words of the song. I imagined it like a lullaby my Heavenly Parents (Mormons believe God is both God the Mother and God the Father, two parents, that are our parents) were singing to me. Th
I lived in all kinds of houses growing up. The first one I remember is the basement of my Grandparents' house in Sandy. This one seems the most familiar to me and was probably home the most often. I vaguely remember a small apartment in Tennessee-mostly I just remember being right outside our door, we were upstairs, and watching people of the complex. One weird memory is watching people eat something out of tube that looked like toothpaste and I was kind of disgusted but also very curious and wanted to try it. I remember our Virginia Beach house a bit better, with it's separate dinning room I thought was so fancy. I remember the backyard of my Oklahoma house because I spent many, many hours out there playing pioneers, or Star Wars, or orphanage. There was a big scary dog on the other side of the dilapidated fence, and I remember being scared and curious about that dog. I don't remember the inside of that house as well. Then there was our Clarksville, Tennessee house where