Aimee K
What's an SOP?
In the Pharmaceutical industry we are governed by internal Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs). When the FDA visits we had better have all of our documents in order, including the SOPs, training records for each team member, and a record of any deviations if they occur. Quality Assurance (QA) has their SOPs, Regulatory has theirs, and my Manufacturing group has ours. I wouldn’t need to be trained on Regulatory SOPs, that’s not my department.
I don’t want to get too deep into my resume here, but as the MSAT Director I work in an interdisciplinary capacity. I help the Regulatory team with preparing FDA submissions. I’m pretty fast with the tech, so I can format and hyperlink documents faster than most people can figure out how to correctly label a graph.
I help QA with their document management system. Unfortunately the person who built ours 2 years ago was untrained and the project got dumped in her lap after the lady who DID know the system and advocated for it, QUIT. Why? Because she felt like there wasn’t a good work-home balance. So I’ve been tearing it all down to rebuild the system into an intuitive structure where people can actually find things. Do I give my QA counterpart angst as I’m flying through the system, building the organizers with new info-card types and custom fields? Poor lady, she’s on a wild ride with me.
In the Manufacturing group I start at the latex (a tree sap commonly known as Dragon’s Blood) inventory in Peru. From there it’s shipped to our Contract Manufacturing Organization (CMO) in India. I track each stage of the process, and how much we have and how long it will take to make more at full capacity. The refined drug substance (commonly known as API) is sent to our CMO in Ohio where the API is turned into Drug Product following batch records, CMO SOPs and internal SOPs. Most of the testing is done in-house, but one of the most important release assays is sent to yet another lab for biological testing. I also manage all of this testing including all of the stability programs across all of our different products.
Hanging in there? Great!
The bioassay we have is called CFTR. Our product is a partial antagonist of the chloride channels in the lumen. What that means is that if you take our drug it fixes diarrhea without giving you constipation.
The governing SOP for new Reference Standard (RS) qualification has bullet point requirements for CFTR results.
- Relative potency on the release COA must be within a +/- percentage range from the previous RS
- IC50 must be within a certain range (from X to Y)
- PCPD must be within a certain range
- The average of three additional replicates must be within a tighter % range from the current RS.
What we’ve done is created a handy-dandy checklist, that MUST be satisfied. If any one of the requirements isn’t met, the candidate is rejected without passion and the process starts over. The FDA would cite us and not bat an eye if they discovered that we were not following our own SOPs during an inspection.
Phew! That’s a lot of detail.
Can anyone tell me what the NDA number is for my product? No?
Ok, that one is pretty hard, but it’s public knowledge if you know what you’re looking for.
Here’s an easier one: what’s the brand name of the product I manufacture? Even if you went to LinkedIn you wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Why? Because I can say a lot between the lines without disclosing a thing.
Each tablet costs roughly $35.73 meaning a 60-count bottle sells for $2143.80.
How about now? Do you get my point?
SOP - Guide & Standard
Brand new me coming into the movement in January 2018 everyone was talking about the SOP, SOP, Guide and Standard, SOP, Guide and Standard. So much discussion all the time.
In my mind I hear Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) otherwise known as a Guide and Standard. The list of rules that work to keep the machine working. Great! I understand the assignment.
This people voted and accepted our Guide and Standard in 2018. It wasn’t unanimous, unfortunately but it was dang close. There were a few pretty stubborn hold outs that refused to be persuaded. That controversy is still ongoing and most people have opted out of continuing to beat the issue to death. Why bother? It’s done.
The Lord required us to accept it by mutual agreement, and then clarified what that meant,
Answer given to Denver Snuffer Jr., 29 November 2017, in response to a request to understand how the Lord defines “mutual agreement” as used in the Answer to Prayer for Covenant. Sustained as scripture through an online vote 12 May 2019.
- As between one another, you choose to not dispute.
- When the definition was given, it was accompanied by the realization the Lord could have disputed every day of His life with someone. He deliberately chose to not contend. He was not an argumentative personality.
What we now have is a comprehensive guide that explains to new people who we are, what we believe and how we conduct ourselves.
The Lord accepted the statement saying,
I say to you that there is need for but one house, and I accept the statement you have adopted, and approve it as your statement to be added. But I say again, there was honor in the labor of others.
Folk Aphorims with Metaphorical Instruction
The other day I came across a TikTok inviting everyone to share their favorite Grandpa sayings. I found the contributions incredibly insightful. You’d be most familiar with things your own grandparents have said over and over that don’t have anything to do with the situation at hand, but everything to do with the underlying principles of how we should handle whatever tough situation we happen to be facing.
Here are a few of my favorites:
A ship is safer in the harbor, but that ain’t what it’s built for.
A sharp lookin’ pencil ain’t never done no work.
Don’t go running back into a burning house just because it’s cold outside.
Do you climb a mountain to be seen by the world or to see the world?
You can be the sweetest peach on the tree but some people just don’t like peaches.
If you hang out at a barbershop enough you’ll end up getting a haircut.
If you didn’t know so much, you might learn something.
Hear me now, or believe me later.
Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it won’t get you anywhere.
If you wanna double your money, fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
You can put your boots in the oven but that don’t make ‘em biscuits.
Don’t burn the bridge just because you can swim.
Don’t tear down the fence until you know why it was put up.
You can shuffle the cards as many times as you like but it’s the same deck you’re playing with.
It could be worse, but we won’t know till it is.
Sometimes you gotta stir the pot to keep it from boiling over.
Stirring the Pot
I’ll admit that I’ve been stirring the pot. Yes, some of this has been joyful. Other parts really hard, especially when the comment section goes rabid with accusations, vitriol and hate.
I read my husband some of the comments. This one was a particular favorite:
Louie’s other half
As I’m writing this, I’m asking myself – why even respond to these blogpost? Why even read them?
Here are the facts that you’ve expressed and as I’ve interpreted them:
Louie is innocent
His ex-wife liedI’m a man and I know how men think. Men are extremely vile creatures. We have to watch our thoughts extremely closely. Our actions follow those thoughts quickly!
I’ve lived a life as a rebellious sinner and I’ve lived a life as a repentant sinner. The rebellious love to look clean and innocent. The repentant want to submit to anything that is appropriate and allow God to control the outcome – even if it’s unfair.
Please go and be in priesthood with Louie. Allow him to provide priesthood control over your heart. No one is denying you access to begin your own movement. If he’s supposed to be a witness in Jerusalem, let him reign over your heart.
From my perspective, you’ve fallen in love with this man and you don’t realize it. (I’m just trying to be like captain Moroni. Seeing it as it’s being described.). Louie should just tell every single one of you women, that are advocating his righteousness and innocent cause, to stop. A righteous man would not allow this stuff to continue!
If I was innocent, I’d never allow you to write my story. I would just let it pass. I would allow hearts to heal. I’d let God control the outcome. But here we are, Louie is now allowing another women to exploit and control a narrative.
Louie – man up. Just let this die. A repentant man would NEVER allow this fracture to happen with thousand of people. Who cares if you don’t have a certificate!? Who cares!? God is your judge. Why do you need to involve every single person year over year about your innocence!?
Every negative assumption that my husband Michael has had over the last eight years regarding this splinter cult out of Utah has been confirmed. He recognized that I was being accused of having an adulterous heart. Immediately following the commenter compared themselves to Captain Moroni.
“OMG the pride of these people is unbelievable”
My husband is well aware of the firestorm that I’m generating and he’s glad. Burn the place to the ground. He’s glad to have me “back with the family” but also wonders what unhinged cult I’ll decide to join next.
Needless to say, his impression of this people is not good.
Following is an entire section out of my second post supporting the Women’s Councils. I re-post it in the light of this new context. It is probably more applicable today, then when I originally wrote it.
Battle for Zion
These last few days has felt like the front lines in the battle for Zion itself.
David beat Goliath. But in order for Zion to come we, as a people, must overcome the great mother of abominations. One of her daughters was Delilah, and she corrupted and overcame a covenant man dedicated to God by his mother.
Goliath was beaten by God through David.
Overcoming predatory women who are working to destroy any attempt at Zion while promising they are trying to save it is the work for righteous women.
DAVID CANNOT DO WHAT MUST BE DONE BY ESTHER!
Here’s the thing: If the general body of women vote with a simple majority that 14 women who sat on a council were ALL CORRUPT. God will accept our determination that this attempt to gather a Zion people are CORRUPT. The ratio of righteous to wicked has overwhelmingly been determined to be un-salvageable. Deceivers and abusers of power.
IS THAT REALLY WHAT WE WANT TO SAY?
Zion will come. However, whether we as women will stand united as Huldah, Hannah, Ruth, Deborah, and Esther remains to be seen. If we cannot fight in the ways that these women have done, we have no hope.
Bigger Problems
I reiterated my point in a follow up email,
If we have a council of 14 women unanimously deciding to convict an innocent man, we have WAY bigger problems as a community.
Well folks, I hate to break it to you…but, we’ve got bigger problems.
An Orange Parable
Lord: I require you to provide an orange fruit for all those who come to you and are hungry. It will be for you as meat in the desert, to be perpetuated in the generations that follow.
Everyone gets to work suggesting all kinds of orange foods that the Lord might be asking for.
Peter: Orange chicken is orange AND it’s meat! I’ve got it!
James: No, you cannot perpetuate orange chicken in the desert. A carrot is orange and can be planted.
John: No, even though a carrot is orange it is not meat. But cheese is like meat. It comes from an animal, but you don’t have to kill it. The cheese can be used to perpetuate other cheeses in the desert.
Peter, James & John: HURRAY! We’ve got it.
Mr. Aloha: I don’t like this. Something smells off. I don’t accept your stinky cheese.
Peter, James & John: But we are SO close. It’s your fault we don’t have mutual agreement. Just choose not to dispute and we’ve given the Lord what He asked for.
Mr. Aloha: I don’t agree with this.
Peter, James & John: Sit down and shut up already! You’re the problem!
Mr. Aloha: I will not.
A vote is taken. Three against one.
Lord: I accept your orange. What did you learn? What ought you to have learned?
Peter, James & John: SEE? We’re good! Just accept it and move on!
Mr. Aloha: I will not.
Joseph has provided us a key. To detect false spirits beware of pretended sanctimony, false piety, and displays of overtly virtuous actions to portray a person’s trustworthiness. A little common sense goes a long way.
The Perfect Mousetrap
To be Used as a Guide and Standard
What the Lord asked for was “a statement of principles to be used as a guide and standard”.
We brought Him orange cheese. 
We have a Guide and Standard. That’s where we get our handy-dandy check-boxes. But something stinks.
Can someone point me to the principles in that document; T&C section 175? The word “principle” appears six times. Either citing the Lord’s injunction or the Lord’s own words.
But there are no explicit principles.
We were supposed to write a Statement of PRINCIPLES that would be USED as a guide and standard. Not a Guide and Standard devoid of principles.
Well, we know the principles of the Doctrine of Christ includes repentance and baptism. OK great! So we HAVE included the principles in the doctrine of Christ in the Guide and Standard, but didn’t explicitly state that they are principles.
The dispute, drama and angst surrounding the women’s councils and women’s conferences are sad experience because we failed to learn something. I suspect the sad experiences will not only continue, but magnify until we figure out what we OUGHT to have learned. That we, as a society, OUGHT to be governed by principles and not check-boxes.
I ask again, What have you learned? What ought you to have learned? T&C 176:12
Yes, the Lord accepted “the statement“. He never said it was a Statement of Principles, like He asked for.
Nightmares
I had a dream that I was flying, but my husband thought I was full of helium like a ballon and was trying to float away. He had me on a tether to keep me grounded and I was trying to teach him how to fly. Then an ENORMOUS bear came out of the woods toward him. I tried pulling him up into a tree for safety with my tether but I wasn’t strong enough. He fled and when he was gone toward a small log cabin I came down to face the bear. I quickly realized that it was a losing battle and fled after my husband. But the log cabin wasn’t finished. It was open to the back and there was no protection from the bear. We went out the open back wall to another cabin, but it too was unfinished. On and on through doors and unfinished walls. Never finding a finished house.
Some months later I woke up to realize that my husband was having a nightmare. Terrified like I’ve never heard him. In my attempt to wake him up I grabbed his arm, but his mind interpreted my touch to be an attack from whatever monster he was facing. He started screaming and I shook him awake calling his name. He told me it was Bigfoot. Large and very much like a bear.
Almost
Many of us have approached the task of deciding a controversy with fear, and not with cheerful confidence. I’m confident that the voice of the people will almost always choose the right outcome. I approach our disagreements with the confidence that in the end we will achieve the right outcome. Be encouraged to lay aside your fears trust the body of believers and do not lose faith because we have a matter to resolve.
Denver Snuffer, 13 April 2025 [emphasis mine]
What do I mean by emphasizing “almost”? Well, here’s some clarification:
The only reason to ever trust “the voice of the people” is if the people have thoughtfully discussed the issues. Then ideally the unified voice reflects a wise and well-informed decision. An ignorant united voice is foolish and undeserving of any respect.
Did you do your due diligence before voting?
Sad experience #1
Mr Logs, over the course of 20 years, had been unfaithful to his wife multiple times. His women’s council was the very first ever to be called. He confessed and his priesthood certificate was removed.
Denver thought the women would be more merciful in the process and mentioned it in a private email. Catching wind of the perceived criticism, three weeks later the council gave Mr. Logs his priesthood certificate back. Unfortunately there was not a sufficient season to grow fruits of repentance and Mr. Logs fell into temptation once more. The women of the council did not understand the principle of repentance and the time that it takes to make course corrections after a lifetime of struggle. They tried to show mercy again, but ignored the principle of daily effort and on-going devotion.
New evidence came to light and a second women’s council was called and his priesthood certificate taken away a second time. But again, not long after the women wanted to show mercy and were planning to meet for reinstatement. The very day that the meeting was scheduled the August 8th revelation was published.
You shall not forgive the adulterer and welcome him into the community when he has been forgiven and returns again to his sin. You shall not place the community at peril by embracing the willful and unrepentant among you, to leave your little ones at peril of injury, harm, and destruction.
Answer on Forgiveness, August 2022
What principle was first violated? Everyone MUST be able to think and reason for themselves! This is a basic principle of intelligence.
Joseph said to the Relief Society, “they were depending on the Prophet, hence were darkened in their minds, in consequence of neglecting the duties devolving upon themselves.” (TPJS, p. 238.)
The council should not have returned his priesthood certificate so soon without sufficient time to show the fruits of repentance, which is a principle of the Doctrine of Christ.
Sad experience #2
Mr. Washer was freelancing ordinances and doing foot washing. The women in his home fellowship thought everything was copacetic and didn’t care. But the community cared. So a women’s council was organized at one of the other fellowships he attended regularly to remove his priesthood certificate. The home fellowship he claimed as his cried foul. He continued anyway. So the removal didn’t accomplish anything.
Rather than honoring the process, he got a new certificate from seven women from his home fellowship.
It might be that he just withdrew from our community and went to form his own. No problem. Let him exercise his agency. But what can we do?
For starters, his fellowship locator pin should no longer be listed.
Sad experience #3
Louis’ women’s councils may have checked every cheesy box but violated every possible principle along the way. They violated the principle of honoring agency to let him declare his own fellowship. Right to face your accusers. Right to call witnesses as you so choose. Right to an impartial jury. Protection against double jeopardy. Accepting singular hearsay as sufficient evidence toward conviction.
Do you think the government of Zion is going to be LESS just than the US Constitution?
Sad experience part ∞
The problem right now is that we have ever increasing sad experiences and unless we figure out what the problem is, they will continue. We are operating based on a Guide and Standard and not a Statement of Principles to be used as a guide and standard. Checking boxes and not living a higher law.
Do you really want to keep playing whack-a-mole with every nutjob that drops a pin on the Fellowship Locator? Is that going accomplish anything?
Administering the Government of God
What if a man doesn’t show up to his women’s council? Great, let him go off and do his own thing. He’s no longer part of the community and his fellowship should be de-listed from the Fellowship Locator so we are not sending sincere seekers of truth to false prophets in their secret chambers.
Who should be in charge of the fellowship locator? Well, since it is a community tool, ought it be governed by the community? Two women from each fellowship that has at least one man with a priesthood certificate. Delegates from all the fellowships gather together to form a general council. Women can rotate in or out, but these representatives are decided by the fellowships themselves. They would have authority to remove a fellowship pin.
Priesthood certificates ought to be online, visible with the women’s names. If I haven’t heard from a guy in five years, I should be able to take my name off his certificate. I used to know his daily walk. But I text him happy birthday two years in a row with zero response. I really don’t want my name on his certificate that I vouch for him.
Other up to date certificates can be accessed by those seeking baptism and fellowship. Women make a few phone calls and voilà! Newbies connected to solid fellowships! Wife identified. Phone numbers protected but accessible.
Some guy needs to be called to account but is uncooperative? Let him go. Remove the pin, protect the people. He has a piece of paper but not priesthood. And only having a piece of paper and not the actual wedding garment (i.e. priesthood), that dude is going to get carried hand and foot right out of the wedding feast.
We can be a principled people. But right now we have no Statement of principles to guide us.
The Lord commanded us, I require a statement of principles to be adopted by the mutual agreement of my people, for if you cannot do so, you will be unable to accomplish other works that I will require at your hands. When you have an agreed statement of principles, I require it to also be added as a guide and standard for my people to follow. Remember there are others who know nothing, as yet, of my work now underway, and therefore the guide and standard is to bless, benefit and inform them.
Has anyone noticed that the Lord has not given us other works to accomplish as a people? For NINE years. Until we supplement our orange cheese with some actual fruit the sad experiences will continue ad infinitum.
What did we learn? We are really bad at working together.
What ought we to have learned? We should have learned the PRINCIPLES!!!
Full Confession
I am not perfect. And to prove it I’ll make several public confessions right now. One of which I’ve never told a soul (age 7). I put on a strip show in my bedroom for several other children my age who were attending my mom’s daycare. When we were about to be caught I climbed under my bed and tried to get dressed pretending like I was looking for something.
As I approached 8 years old and it was time to get baptized I told my mom, NO. If I had agency to choose, like Primary said, then I choose not to. Let’s see what happens now. She panicked, but rather than impose force, she invited the sister missionaries over to teach me the investigator lessons. I saw the film strips, they gave me my own copy of the Book of Mormon and committed me to read it. I have a vivid memory —even to this day —of reading the allegory of the olive trees.
When the sister missionaries taught me that baptism would wash away all my sins, they had my attention. I felt so dirty (can you understand why?) and I wanted to be clean again.
I read my copy of the Book of Mormon every night before I went to bed. One night I felt good about it all. I got out of bed and went to my mom who was giving my little brothers baths and told her I wanted to be baptized. She collapsed to the ground crying, hugging and kissing me all over. I was baptized the day after my 8th birthday.
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I have done things that would land me in jail. I knew God was angry and I was in despair. I didn’t know how to fix it, terrified what would happen. I confessed to the bishop begging him to grant me forgiveness as God’s judge in Israel. He told me that he couldn’t do that. He’d have to call Salt Lake and get legal counsel. It felt like a bucket of ice water poured down my back.
In Relief Society I was given little glass angel ornament with a little red heart in the center to put on our Christmas tree. I brought it home and realized that it’s wings had broken off during transit. The Lord said, “You’re like this broken angel.” Even trying to glue it back together it would never be quite the same. Permanently maimed and ugly. And again I cried.
A few days later I found a little box in my vehicle. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I opened it and inside was a new, perfectly whole, glass angel. I don’t ever remember getting two, yet here it was. And the Lord said, “I don’t just fix you. I make you new, and give you a new heart.” And in that moment I realized that while my original broken angel had a red heart, this one had a green one. Intact. Not just fixed but perfect as if nothing happened other than a changed heart. Only a God can do that.
I went into the city with my family to tour around Pier 39. I was fasting that day along with my husband and our bishop and my mother, pleading for His help when I went to those I had offended to confess. My sister-in-law told me afterwards that there was some guy walking through Pier 39 dressed up like Jesus. He was all over the place she said. I however didn’t see him once. And I despaired all over again feeling unworthy to even see cos-play Jesus.
On our way home we passed by a protest and one of the men holding the signs held his out to our car made eye contact with me and shoved it forward to make sure I saw it. The message on the sign was an answer to my prayer, as silly as that sounds.
I made an appointment to meet with them, reminded them of the event, told them it was my fault and I had lied to them. I felt terrible and would they forgive me. For a split second I think it registered and just as quick fled away thinking they must have misunderstood what I just said.
And that was it.
Everyone who knew was dumbfounded.
Repentance is scary. But that’s only until you get to the other side of it. I guarantee that whatever it is that you think you are avoiding by denying guilt, on the other side of that door where justice stands, it’s so much worse. Grab a hold of Mercy’s outstretched arm while you still can.
Does anyone remember this gem from Claudine Thomas in 2018? That was me. I was new and didn’t know anything. I threw myself full bore into trying to help everyone figure it out and find a peaceful solution to choosing one proposal out of many. My middle name is Claudine. Thomas, as in Thomas Kinkade. People asked me about it, and while I didn’t lie, the truth I told was obfuscating full disclosure.
My husband had me send it out from an alternate account. After I was done, he changed the password to something random so I would never see any responses. The only reason I could respond to you BZ, is because you posted your response in Little Zion so I knew what I was responding to, but from a different pseudonym email. I’m sorry. Same AM, I’m sorry.
I think the Lord was pleased that I was trying so hard and came to me one night saying, “When it’s time to go to Zion, Michael won’t be ready. You may go in peace and he will make it eventually, but the journey will be much harder for him without you. If you take the journey together will still be hard, but you both will make it.”
I thought about it for a minute and responded, “I will stay with Michael.” The Lord was pleased with my answer and promised that we would make it to Zion together. So I quickly tried to loop my children into my hope and He reassured me that some, but maybe not all would make it. It would be up to them.
Although I had a promise, I still didn’t know where to go. I spent night after night looking at Google maps trying to figure out where Zion could be along the Rocky Mountains. I was specifically looking for the highest mountain points because no one would be above Zion. Finally, on 19 Aug 2018, after being obnoxious enough about it the Lord drew my eyes to a spot on the map and said, “This is the place I have reserved unto myself.” I had no idea what I was looking at so I determined to do more research on the area.
But what heaven opens in measure, so likewise hell has equal access. In the early morning of 20 Aug 2018 I went out to pray and was overwhelmed. I went into a second episode. It was smaller than the first, but I was
nevertheless hospitalized.
Once home again I needed to confirm that the information I’d gotten was real. Doing research on the area I got confirmation after confirmation that I had found the right place; the inspiration was real and not a delusion. So I built an entire webpage dedicated to the location of Zion. Not basing it on what I had received, but all of the supporting evidence from scripture, parable and American history. I shared with my fellowship. They were skeptical. I am crazy after all, and a who-cares nobody.
We do not yet have even the possibility of building the Lord’s House. Although the Lord has provided everything necessary to accomplish that project, we do not have suitable candidates, and we lack the necessary means.
God’s Covenant People, 13 April 2025
No one ever explored my website enough to find it. On 23 Aug 2025 I took it down. It’s not an appropriate subject for discussion. And I will not talk about it. Not my circus. Not my monkeys.
Laid Bare
Remember those husband flaws I mentioned earlier?
During early fights in our marriage my former Sheriff’s deputy husband once threw a lazy-boy chair across the living room. But I was screaming at him…pushing all his buttons. I antagonized him intentionally. He flipped his pocket knife out and threatened to slash our tires as I was trying to leave to go to a prenatal appointment because we had just had a disagreement and I was leaving without telling him where I was going. He didn’t, BTW. I dared him to punch me so I could leave him forever but he punched a hole in the garage bathroom door instead.
Should my friend Kyra have butted in, helping me to make arrangements to leave him and encouraged me to fill out separation paperwork? It sure seemed like the best course of action from her vantage point. But it was none of her business. There was no abuse of inequality. As passionate as we were, he was fighting for me and I was just fighting because I was a spoiled princess figuring out how to be a new queen.
Michael has never hit me. Not even once. His restraint today after everything I’ve put him through is practically superhuman.
When I was hospitalized for the first time in 2015 leaving our 3 month old infant with my sister-in-law for several months, it was the first time our children saw their father cry.
He is not weak. Meek: able to pick up an egg with a back-hoe and not break it. That’s power. He is a beast of a man who would not only go to war for me but gladly lay down his life doing it.
He insisted that I carry a personal self inflating life-jacket in my backpack on the ferry across the bay into San Fransisco for work. Yes, the ferry has mandatory life-jackets under the seats. He needed to be sure I had one, no matter what. Attached to it he put a GPS Lifeguard alert, so if I got wet the Coastguard would be immediately dispatched. This man does not mess around about me.
You don't know me. You never knew me.
Do you think I’ve said too much? It’s my story to tell. I’ll stand naked in the public square and shake my garments if I want to.
If you think that I’ve been insincere in my fervent pleadings to the women of council two, I want you to know that I prayed for you last night by name. And not with the silly pseudonyms I’ve been using here. I cried to the Lord begging Him for His blessing that:
- The translation project finally gets done. You’ve sacrificed so much already to bring the Stick of Ephraim in the Hand of Joseph to the Jews. I’ve donated significantly toward this effort and I’m so excited to see you succeed.
- You’ll get whatever green card or citizenship stuff that you need in order to stay here. That it won’t be this worry hanging over your head all the time. That your children will be healthy and happy and you’ll be at peace.
- That your womb will be fruitful and multiply and your children will be beautiful, healthy and strong.
- That your books will sell. You’ve already brought so many people to God’s strange work that is underway. I want as many people to be given the opportunity as possible.
- That your homestead thrives and your sons and daughters will be blessed.
- That your gardens will grow, your flowers bloom, your business thrives and your life is filled with joy.
It’s hard to get a sense of who someone is just based on their writing or a singular profile pic. I’m a homeschooling mom to seven children. I work full time from home (thanks Covid!) as a Chemical Engineer for a San Fransisco pharmaceutical company. I sing Broadway karaoke, played the piano in Jazz band, the organ for LDS services, and the clarinet in a local community orchestra (although I haven’t gone in awhile). I’m passionate with my family. I’m quiet in public. I can be a brat but I’ve got a tender heart.
Anyone who has attacked me in the comments…You don’t know me. I’m a real person on the other end of this keyboard with a life and people that love me. I suffer. I thrive. I mourn. I rejoice.
You don’t understand my motives. Louie, God love him, is an appendage to the big picture here. I am doing this for the hope that I have in Zion.
Final Warning
You can go on and hate me. I don’t know most of the people losing their ever-loving-minds in the comment section. The only ones that hurt me are the people I know and have loved, and still do love.
But I must warn you, I’m a Daddy’s girl. And this isn’t my fight anymore.
I am His and He is mine. He is the King who stands with me in the flames of this roaring kitchen fire.
I don’t even want to know the hell that will rain down on you if you come after me at this point.
Peace — I'm out
I’ve publicly committed that I would have this blog-post published on January 19th. I finished it at 10:43 pm today. At the time of publication I will be in bed. I have to get up early for work and homeschool tomorrow. The post is scheduled to go out today, Jan 19th, at 11:59 pm MT. That will be the timestamp on your email if you are subscribed to this website’s blogroll. I was told to do this —and not by Jennifer, or Louis or anybody else. I’ll let you guess who.
11:59 pm suggesting to your minds that:
Your. Time. Is…. just about up.
You have no idea how close. I beg you to repent. Mercy has been knocking.
Justice is at the door.
Mr. Ring, Ms. Yes, Ms. Blowhard, Mrs. Green: slander and libel are actionable. Perjury is prosecutorial.
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