August 2015 ~ Dear Miss Mormon

Saturday, August 29, 2015

My Beach, Your Mountains

Dear friend,

  A couple weeks ago my sister, Taylor and I went to the beach

ahhh the beach.

I LOVE the beach. When I tell people that their faces usually say "Typical California girl" and then mine says back "Oh you so don't get it."
Sure, I love the sun, I love the soft sand, I love the sound and smell of the ocean, I love everything about the beach.

but its more than that.

In the Book of Mormon there is a scripture that talks about a place, which to the outsider, would look no more impressive than any other; but to a small group of people it was beautiful.

 "And now it came to pass that all this was done in Mormon, yea, by the waters of Mormon, in the forest that was near the waters of Mormon; yea, the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing to his praise forever." -Mosiah 18:30

When I was a missionary we talked a lot about sacred places, and while in Florida, I had a lot of them. A bishop's home in Goldenrod, a picnic table in the Venetian Gardens of Leesburg, a trailer park on Aurora Rd in Melbourne--all sacred and special to me. In the bible you see that the mountains are often times sacred, places where men like moses went to commune or get closer to God.

The beach is my mountain.

I sit there and just watch the waves come in and out, and I am reminded that no matter what comes and goes, God is constant. I feel the breeze and I know that even though I can't see Him, I can feel His love. I look at the ocean stretching out all the way to the horizon and beyond and I know that life is eternal, even when I can't see very far in front of me, there is so much more out there.

I don't just love the beach for the inevitable tan or failed attempts at surfing, Its my sacred place. I believe in attending church on Sunday to learn and be reminded of my covenants; but I also believe God gave us a beautiful earth full of various sacred places to remind us of His presence. Whether its a grove, a cathedral, or an abandoned bus stop, God can and will reach you.

Where did you come to know God? Where did you become reacquainted with Him? Where has God provided you with sacred experiences? I know my sacred place..whats your's?

With much love,
Miss Mormon

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Monday, August 10, 2015

Perfectly Imperfect

Dear friend,

I had a conversation with my perfectionist friend the other day that made me start to evaluate perfection. Unlike my friend, I am not a perfectionist, so... did that mean I was never going to be perfect? Did I need to be killing myself in order to be closer to perfect?

My thoughts led me to a correlation between perfection and symmetry.

I think my train of thought comes from research I learned about years ago. Apparently the more "symmetrical" your facial features are the more "perfect" you look. "Our visual system may be ‘hard wired’ in such a way that it is easier to process symmetric stimuli than it is to process asymmetric stimuli. Because of this greater ease of processing symmetric stimuli, symmetric stimuli of any kind might be preferred to relatively asymmetric stimuli." (

definition of perfect: as good as it is possible to be

definition of symmetry: correct or pleasing proportion of the parts of a thing 

But what if I told you I wasn't very good at being perfect symmetrical? Thats probably not all that surprising.

My life is no where near symmetrical, sometimes I read my scriptures at 8 am, 9pm, 3am, or every other day. 

Sometimes my prayers are the most heartfelt conversations I've ever had with anyone and sometimes they are a briefly relayed messages.

Sometimes my hair looks good and other times it goes up in a messy ponytail with broken fly-aways coming out the sides of my head.

Sometimes I'm poised, confident, with all the right answers and sometimes I'm just a plain hot mess with a box of cookies.

There is nothing perfect symmetrical about my life. 

But I love asymmetry. I have always liked the incongruities about it. I love asymmetrical dresses, hairstyles and artwork. I like that its not perfect, I like when things have character. A ding here, a scratch there, color fading, paint peeling--I like it. I have come to learn there is bEau+y in iMperfe©ti0n

I actually use to try to always be perfect, and everyday I was frustrated and overwhelmed by the distance I had fallen short of that. It seemed the harder I tried, the further away I became. Eventually it was too much and I had to stop and reevaluate. In the process of trying to be perfect I had stopped loving myself. There was nothing good about me because there was nothing perfect. I didn't feel like I had earned anything, there was no such thing as a silver or bronze medal in my life. As far as I could see, it was either the gold or nothing. 

So this is for you pinterest-perfect moms and you straight-A die-hards. This is for all of you who are never good enough, strong enough, smart enough, spiritual enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH.

As a perfectionist I was never enough for the Atonement 

But as an imperfectionist I am enough every day.

When I embraced my imperfections it didn't stop me from trying to improve,  it allowed me to love myself and see how my Savior loved me.

 I'm an asymmetrical being, I'm a recovering perfectionist and I know that I am closer to perfection today than I was yesterday and I love myself and where I'm at. I am perfectly imperfect. 

God made you and me, those flaws we're so painfully aware of He knows. He allowed for those in His design and when He placed His final stamp of approval I like to imagine He said: perfectly imperfect, just the way I planned.
With much love,
Miss Mormon

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