Diana Leaney López Ruano

I didn't see anyone in purple yesterday. Granted,  we were at a Stake Center instead of the Conference Center,  but that's just it isn't it?  I wasn't in China or Japan,  not in Mexico or Guatemala-  I was in Kearns with four of my sisters.  As other women gathered with their mothers,  aunts,  friends,  cousins,   sisters all over the world-    we were united.   We are sisters.  We are God's Daughters. Somos hijas de un Padre Celestial que nos ama y nosotras lo amamos a Él. わたしたちは天父の娘です.天父はわたしたちを愛し,わたしたちも天父を愛しています。 We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us, and we love Him. 我们是天父的女儿。天父爱我们，我们也爱天父。 A daughter in His Kingdom...  Precious.  Faithful.  Beloved.   I used to not know what it meant to be a "Daughter of God".  I didn't know what they meant when they talked about "divinity".  I didn't know what my potential as a virtuous woman could actually be. ...

Black tears streaming down a pale face. Mascara drips from the eyes in stinging streaks. Blurred vision behind tinted glasses.   The dark brings blood and together the brick wall shoves and groans. Run. Wipe away the tears and stop. Clear the mess, bleach the blood and drop the rag. i wish i could run away to the place where my dreams welcome reality's troubles, place them in bubbles and send them away to open bliss. i wish. this isn't a starved cry for a glance. nor the pitiful tears of romance. i'm sad, its true. but don't worry i still have you. I have the power of the prophets and the world at my fingertips. I have the laughter and tears from these past eighteen years. So read and leave. I can do it. I still believe.