😂🥰I think they are included in the God Ceremony which begins today at 3:00 PM DST, along with all the other divisive religions on the planet ✨💖
I grew up Mormon, and now after years of healing from what was the loss due to gay nonacceptance, I realize how far removed I am from family. My practices now have landed intense judgment from family and feel like have been outcast...a very rude realization to know that family choose the ridiculous path of fight to be right over that of just being happy.
I once lived next door to a gay man, a florist, in Utah who grew up Mormon and his family adores him.
I hear from you that you are hurt. I’m so sorry that happened to you.
Hey Lee ...
There seems to be the Mormons who can stand in their sovereign space while active and those who cannot. The contradiction is much more prevalent in Salt Lake. The Phoenix Mormons are more diehards in that of questioning mandates from the “prophet of God.” It has taken many years for me to heal from the judgment and rejection. I have since reconciled with family members since my sister in law acts as medium between siblings and me. For her I am grateful to keep the tie since my dear mother is choosing to move from this world very soon now...love, Norman
And of course I do not want them to disappear as noted in my first comment; only that they can heal sooner than later. Taking the positive aspects of the belief if they so choose and transmuting the negative as to abolish the greedy power seeking hypocrites in charge.
Mormon missionaries disappeared when my husband invited them in for a beer when they knocked on our door.
How blessed and lucky you are to have a sister-in-law who is able to contribute and act as a bridge over “troubled waters”.
That is very true. I have revisited family, and felt the need to go to each of the siblings I offended and apologized for having imposed my bottle of rum into the household. With all the stress of caring for Mom in her illness I will occasionally take a shot of rum in some mixer, usually wild cherry coke or Pepsi, to put me in a less anxiety driven state of discomfort. Instead of keeping it a secret my decision to be honest landed me in black sheep jail. The Mormon way is a thing of the past for me, but still very much a living and breathing entity in it that alcohol is big no-no!