When Blessings of Healing and Comfort were Performed by Women

I was at distribution to get some more Jesus Jammies yesterday. We always like looking at the artwork. I was being flippant about White Jesus when my husband showed me this one. My heart caught in my throat.

Relief Society Healing, Anthony Sweat

I stood there looking at it, speechless, for a long time. The contradiction between the way things were for women in the Church and the way things are, after more than a century of losses in autonomy and ability, made plain for everyone to sit with. Right before my eyes.

I pushed back tears because this comes so close to what is painful for me about being a woman in the Church. To be loved continually, but not trusted to accomplish the calling God has given to me with all the tools available to me in my religious community. It hurts so much.

I discovered that I have a gift to heal others through my prayers of faith and through my (artificially limited) access to God's power. That's part of how I decided to become a veterinary nurse. What the Church won't allow me to do with consecrated oil, I will do with medicine and prayer. 

I have a gift. I can use it to benefit the Church in its fullness, or I can go elsewhere with it. Either way, I will not hold it under a bushel or bury it in the ground. That was never an option. 

Those are the words that caught in my throat yesterday and I needed to get them out.

[UPDATE: I need every middle-aged Mormon on Twitter yelling at me because I call my garments Jesus Jammies to: 

1. Back all the way up. 
2. Sit all the way down. 
3. Realize what I do is not up to you.

Garments are not inherently sacred objects that will make me spontaneously combust if I handle or speak about them differently from you. This isn't the ark of the covenant. You're picking fights with a stranger on the internet over fabric. Get a grip.

My garments go through my actual life with me. They're stained from my period blood and vaginal discharge. They have sweat stains and smell like dog half the time because I work in a vet clinic. Be precious with yours if that's your life. Don't get pissy with me because I don't.

I know the covenant I made in the temple in relation to the garment. I've performed the ordinances in which they are given. At no point did I vow to be a humorless scold in relation to how other people choose to wear or relate to them. I promised to wear them. Period.

When y'all get the opportunity to return to the Temple, take some time to reflect on the fact that no where in those covenants is a license to police anyone else about anything.]

Laundry Stripping Temple Garments

To temple garment wearers, especially plus-sized garment wearers. I have discovered a thing I must share. And please note: if you don't wear garments, that doesn't make you a bad person. Please don't feel bad. You are worthy of love with or without garments.

It's getting warmer outside. I know what that means for some of you because I know what it means for me. Sweating from now until September without relief. Medicated body powder. Unpleasant smells. Changing your garments at least once a day.

If this is you, and your garments have lingering odors, sweat, and funk in them even after you wash them, I have something that might help. I saw laundry stripping on TikTok and tried it immediately.

• 1/4 cup baking soda 
• 1/4 cup Borax 
• 1 cup powder laundry detergent 

Use that in a presoak with your garments for about 8 hours, stirring about once an hour. Then wash and dry like normal.

 

When I tell you my garments have never been cleaner, I'm not kidding. I'm going to start doing this every time I do whites. I did this in my bathtub yesterday as an experiment, but husband says I can do it in the washer too because we have a presoak option.

You can do this with any clothing. The water that left mine was a dingy gray, but just in the videos I've seen, everything from opaque black to brown water is not unusual. 

 

Give yourself the gift of the very cleanest skivvies without shame. You deserve it.