Announcing…a treeoflifemothering.com exclusive:
I am SO HAPPY to start publishing my NEW novel, which is based on Eternal Warriors/Mothers Who Know!
It is called, Dates with God: How Four Mormon Mamas Beat Satan Using the Book of Mormon
This novel is a collection of fictional letters written by four women who take the Eternal Warriors/Mothers Who Know class. I have been working on this book for over a year-and-a-half, and I finally have the rough draft done! Over 18 months ago, a dear friend and I went out to lunch. She invited/challenged me to write a book for females that would be a companion to the book that Maurice Harker wrote, Like Dragons Did They Fight. She wanted a book that females, especially younger females, could relate to better than the dragons book. This is what I have come up with!
I am going to publish it in serial form. On four days each week, I will publish one letter a day from one of the women. The four fictional women in the story are: Emma, Jill, Kate, and Lauren. Watch as they transform by using principles from the Mothers Who Know class. I got many of the ideas from real women who have taken my class as well as from my own life. I would love any feedback you have to give me by making comments in the comments box below. Please check back on Wed through Sat to get the latest installment.
Here’s Chapter 1, Part 1: Emma’s Letter #1, in which Emma feels hopeless about her lazy, brain-fogged husband but chooses to focus on her own faults:
Emma’s Week #1
Hi…this is Emma. Uhhh, remember me? I know, I know, I haven’t ever written to Thee. I do pray, every night, as Thou already knows. That’s about it. I rarely feel like I am actually connecting to Thee much. I know it’s my fault, I just don’t know what to do differently. Praying in the morning is new to me, so this is going to be hard. As for journal writing, I used to be such a great journal writer, B.C. Before Children. Before Craziness. Before Chaos. LOL. I don’t like to write unless I know I won’t be interrupted, and chunks of time like that are as rare as a TV with only four channels to watch, like when I was a kid. I could get up earlier in the morning, but I would rather sleep during those times. In this class I am being asked to write in my journal every day. I really don’t know how I am going to do that. Sometimes I can’t even find a pen around this house.
I know this class is going to be hard. Often I wonder why I signed up. I am taking a class with 8 other women. These are 8 women I don’t know, and it sounds like I might have to bare my soul in class. I just don’t think I’m going to like it. Now everybody’s going to know that I yell and swear at my kids.
So why I am taking this class?
I’m taking this Mothers Who Know class because I heard my aunt talking about it to my grandma at a family gathering. I felt the Spirit telling me to take it. It’s based on the book, Like Dragons Did they Fight by Maurice Harker and Lucas Reynolds. My aunt got to hear Maurice speak. “He said that the Book of Mormon is the best self-help manual ever. It’s written to help us win our battles today,” she said. They were both bemoaning all the wickedness in the world. You would think Sodom and Gomorrah had parked in the empty strip mall across town, the way they were talking. It was almost as if they were trying to top each other with the most sinful stories of their acquaintances. One lady my grandma knows left her husband and kids to go off with her first crush from high school who she rekindled with on Facebook after 15 years of not seeing each other. The stories just got worse from there. I won’t go into any more depressing details. I was actually feeling so sad about the whole mess of this planet until they turned the tide of conversation to what we can do about it. Aunt Lu mentioned Maurice’s statement. That really got me wondering. What does the Book of Mormon have to do with all the digital temptations, the narcissism, and cesspool addictions of today? That’s partly why I took the class, to find out. I know I have my own semi-addictions and I want to use the Book of Mormon to help me be free of them.
I am at a place right now I didn’t expect to be. Before I got married, I looked around at all the married people I knew in my Grandma’s neighborhood and family. I thought their lives were perfect, compared to my life with my drug addict mom back in Indiana. When I came to live with Grandma after she rescued me, I started going to church for the first time. I met all these women who were a stark contrast to my mom. These women in my new neighborhood all seemed so happy. Especially all the young moms. These moms were cute, perky stay-at-home moms with lots of kids and beautiful homes and wonderful husbands. It seemed like their lives were too perfect and not stressful enough. Almost boring. I remember wishing that they would wake up and go live outside of Utah so they could know what the real world is like. Well, now I know differently. If their lives are anything like mine, then married life isn’t all kisses and roses, sunshine, and snuggles even if you live in Utah Mormonland. Being a mom and wife isn’t boring, and it isn’t perfect. It’s…I don’t know what to call it. It’s kind of like riding a roller coaster and running a marathon at the same time. It has highs and lows and so many unexpected twists and turns. It is exhilarating and exhausting. Especially with my husband Clark.
I just don’t understand Clark. How can someone sit next to a pile of clean laundry all day while watching TV and not fold a scrap of it? This man has as much ambition as a sloth in a puddle of molasses. He lost his job about six months ago and doesn’t show any sign of finding another one. His grandpa died two months ago so he got an inheritance from him which we are living on. It’s a huge chunk of money since Clark was the only grandchild, but it’s not going to last forever. I just don’t know how to motivate him to get his resume out, spreading it to the whole world. This inheritance money is not a bottomless purse.
I know, I know… I’ve heard my whole self-improvement life that the only person you can change is yourself, so that’s why I am taking this class. Hopefully I can just get absorbed in my own challenges so I stop getting bugged about my lazy husband.
So here are my Girl Goals:
1. Have only three white sugar treats a week. No sugar any other time. I know sugar makes me really witchy. It totally has to be a controlled substance in my world.
2. Don’t yell or swear at my kids. I know that one is hard to measure, but I can tell when I do it so that I know I have lost a battle.
3. This one might be hard because it is 3 in one. I might be biting off more than I can chew.
1st. Get up at 6:00.
2nd Not take a nap until after 2 PM. (I’ve gotten into a bad habit of taking a nap every morning before 11. I know that I am using it as a way to escape the overwhelming reality of taking care of my kids the way I know I really want to. I have been sticking in a DVD for them and going off to bed.)
3rd Then go to bed at 10:30, with no phone or tablet to read! Getting into bed means lights out at the same time. (If I eliminate the nap, then hopefully I won’t get that second wind that makes me want to stay up until after midnight, reading blogs or playing on my phone which causes the cycle to start over of wanting a nap in the morning.)
Nothing real exciting or grand here. These are what I want my goals to be like someday:
1. Give $100 a day to someone, 7 days a week.
2. Run 10 miles a day 5 days a week.
3. Give out 100 lunches to homeless people every day.
I know, so far-fetched right now! But sometime I would sooooo LOVE to do those goals. Maybe after the kids are grown and I actually have any free time. I talk to Clark all the time about how cool it would be to do humanitarian stuff. Or how cool it would be to adopt a ton more kids, on top of the ones we’ve already adopted. He doesn’t say anything. Sometimes I wonder how we even got together. We are so incredibly different! I have all of these dreams and he doesn’t seem to have any. Is it possible to be highly spiritual and be bored with your eternal marriage? I wonder if any of the prophets’ wives felt like their husbands were boring because they were practically perfect, kind of like I thought all of those Relief Society ladies in my grandma’s ward were boring. Probably not. The boring husbands are the ones who have to be nagged to get off the Internet, go home teaching, or to help with the kids, because they just want to be vegetables and watch sports or do gaming every night and weekend.
This is going to be hard, God. I need all the help I can get!