Choosing to have a voice Out of everyone in the world, I’m the last person I would ever have guessed would do a TV show, let alone live in as controversial a lifestyle as plural marriage- yet I’m happily doing both of those things. Life has a way of throwing you curve balls and being on a TV show about plural marriage is full proof of that. I’ve always been quiet and shy. I can stand up for myself if I want to, but it seems there have always been other people in my life that have always done it for me. They usually do it quite well. Not
“My family has always taken a stance of “live and let live.”” I come from a very diverse family. Growing up with that diversity has helped me to have an open mind throughout my life. While I have ancestral lines that have chosen to live plural marriage, the practice of it in my life began with my grandmother. I am the only descendant in the third generation that has decided to live it. Most of my relatives in the second generation have decided not to live it as well. I’ve been somewhat the odd one out, since choosing to live in this controversial lifestyle. However, my family has
“As man now is God once was, and as God now is, man may become…” In the first episode of the reality television series that our family is presented on, Tami made reference to a belief that we consider to be a core foundation of our faith. She stated that this life is a probationary period for us to learn to become like God, because that is our ultimate goal. It’s a comment that was met with varying responses; some incredulous, some outraged, some damning us to Hell as heretics and blasphemers. How dare we believe that our most gracious Eternal Father’s plan allows for us to become like
I was reflecting on a hymn today that I remember singing frequently in my youth, but it didn’t become significant to me until I was older. The title of the hymn is “Savior, Redeemer of My Soul.” The lyrics of the hymn are as follows: Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole, Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word, Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream