Saturday, May 24, 2014

Considering Silence

In “Hearing God,”  Williard talks about how God always responds to us. He says “Often God does not give us what we ask for, but I believe that he will always answer, always respond to us in some way.” I read this a couple of weeks ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t know whether or not I agree with Williard. But I wonder sometimes if God doesn’t speak to us more directly because we are not ready for the answer. Or we are not open to hearing the answer. But I certainly hate to think that I am just not listening closely enough and missing some message from God.
            I ask you, dear reader, to join me in wrestling with the concept of what we think of as God’s silence. What might be blocking us from hearing God? What mighty things would God be able to accomplish if we were able to hear Him more clearly?
Beth Kropf


Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day

Mother’s Day always makes me reflect on women as a whole, especially in Scripture. It’s important to note that despite all of the grievances against women as a gender throughout Church history, Jesus Himself was always very respectful towards women. He never treated a woman as inferior to a man. It was a woman who first saw Jesus resurrected. And, God chose to honor women by having the Savior be born from a woman. He didn’t have to do that. Jesus could have been beamed down from heaven or hatched from an egg. Strange things happened in Scripture. For more thoughts on the relationship between God and women, I recommend the book Jesus Feminist  by Sarah Bessey.
            I appreciate Caz talking about how Mother’s Day is sometimes a difficult day. For me, holidays have become increasingly harder, as my family lives in Ohio. (I haven’t even posted my blog for Easter, it was so sad!) My mom is amazing, and I so wanted to honor her this morning by reading a poem I wrote for her. That didn’t happen, so I’m posting it here. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I miss you and I love you to pieces.

She is


sometimes the greatest acts of love are omissions
the family history withheld
to avoid tainting my innocent adoration of grandparents
the nosy questions others so freely asked
the opinions of too tight clothes and too arrogant boyfriends


a girl whose mother would hand her a hot dog on the porch for dinner
asked me what I had had for dinner that night
I answered “chicken, rolls, green beans.”
“Where did you go?” She asked.
I frowned in confusion and answered, “my mom made it,”
Not appreciating until so much later the effort made to cook after working all day


I always knew she would be at my side when I gave birth
Even as I passed my due date, she cancelled her flight to stay
knowing she would lose her job


she is the strongest hand beneath me
the sweetest melody carrying me
the brightest gem never dimming

© 2014 Elizabeth Kropf