“Broken minds can be healed just the way broken bones and broken hearts are healed. While God is at work making those repairs, the rest of us can help by being merciful, nonjudgemental, and kind.”
~ Jeffrey R. Holland



“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
~ Leonard Cohen

Last week I went to listen to my friend Jenny (@frombrokentobeautiful) speak and teach us how to do Kintsugi, also called, Kintsukuroi. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery. What I love about it is it takes all the broken pieces and you put the pieces back together, but you don’t hide the cracks you highlight them. Just like in life we have cracks and even have moments that we feel completely broken. We have two options we can throw those pieces away and ignore them, or we can put the pieces back together. What do you do?



“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.
~JmStorm



When I think about trials I often remember my Great Grandmother Viola Stout. I talk about her often. She died when I was eighteen years old, I remember her being funny, always laughing and the life of the party. There was so much I didn’t know about her. I didn’t know the trials that she went through, not until I was much older and was a mother myself. Viola Stout was a young mom with four children. A son Don, a daughter Merle (my grandmother), Marilyn, and Joan. Tragedy struck their family and within only a few months they lost their two youngest daughters Joan and Marilyn. She was broken and wanted to give up, but she had two kids to care for. She made the choice to put the pieces back together. Her trials did not end there. She had four more children and her son Byron had Polio and suffered the effects of it throughout his life. Viola’s husband Dewey was diagnosed at the age of 45 with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS, Lou Gehrig’s Disease) He was given a few months to live, but miraculously after a Priesthood blessing he lived another eighteen years. Viola suffered many more trials throughout her life. Yes, she still had scars, but those scars can haunt you or make you shine. Viola chose the latter. She was a light, who had strength throughout her life. “One lesson to learn is that all clouds are “silver lined”. Great joys can be had. While many of our experiences were hard to bear, we had happy times too. Sickness, lack of money and other trials is not the cause of unhappiness, it is attitude.” Viola Stout  Read more about Viola HERE and HERE.



“The world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. There is nothing purer than that.”
~ Rupi Kaun



We talked about how we all have our own story and most of us don’t realize that a person right next to us is suffering. I love what Brene Brown says, “Owning our story and loving ourself is the bravest thing you’ll ever do.” I think of my own cracks and for a long time I ignored them and didn’t talk about them. I realized that after I went through years of infertility and a miscarriage I didn’t really have anyone to talk to. I wanted to be that person for others. I began to be more open about trials and have had many people come to me about things they are going through. I often have felt unqualified to help, I still struggle and still have moments that I want to throw pieces away, but Jenny said something that really helped me. “You don’t have to be healed to help others.” YES! It’s so true. We can share our stories and help others even when we are in the midst of a trial.



“All beautiful things carry distinctions of imperfections. Your wounds and healing are a part of your history; a part of who you are.”
~Bryant McGill



I love Buffalo! Eleven years ago, I was with my mom and oldest daughter Brooklynn in Montana. We were there to pick my sister up from her eighteen-month LDS mission. We saw a lot of Buffalo, EVERYWHERE! Every time I took a picture. They were so close to the car, it was pretty amazing. I didn’t realize at the time, but I now know why I love those majestic creatures. When there is a storm cows run away from the storm. Which I think most of us would do right? Well, Buffalo run towards the storm. Why? Well the cows run from the storm, but it eventually catches up to them and they have nowhere else to go, but wait for it to pass. Sometimes it can last a long time. On the other hand, buffalo run towards it, yes, they still have to endure the storm, but as they are running towards it the storm is also moving and they are out of the storm faster. They spend a lot less time getting beat down. It can be so hard, but we acknowledge our own trials and stop running away from it we can get through it faster. It’s not always easy, we still feel the pain, but we can learn a lot more. That is why I really want to be like a Buffalo—run towards the storm and accept my brokenness.



“Though we may feel we are like a broken vessel we must remember that vessel is in the hands of the Divine Potter.”
~ Jeffrey R. Holland