Thank you for your encouragement, concern and uplifting thoughts. Isn't it so nice to know there are people going through or who have already gone through what you're going through. Or even just people who care about you, even if they can't completely relate. I just LOVE it and I love you guys! All of you. Big Time!
Something I find myself doing: I will read someone's blog, facebook, listen to a talk they gave or a testimony they shared and never say a word about it. Yet what was said (or written) was so powerful that I remember it 10 years down the road or think of it every time I speak publicly or whatever. I hope that happens every once in a while here. That would be SO AWESOME! Wouldn't it?
That "pondering" train of thought made me think of Mary (as in Jesus Christ's Mom). There's a little scripture in Luke 2:19. Right after the birth of the Savior and the shepherds come, after all the "big stuff" happens. The shepherds leave to publish it all abroad, to maybe go be missionaries in foreign fields or something ...
But Mary kept all these things, and
Isn't that fascinating! What was she thinking?? We can speculate but nobody could possibly imagine what something like that would be like. What did she do with all the things that had just happened? She pondered it in her heart. So simple but so sweet. I guess I'm tying this into those moments I spoke of above when something really touches me and I put it away on my personal shelf of really cool things to remember every day.
Those are usually times when I'm really feeling like I'm lacking something important and I can't quite figure out what. Faith is on the back-burner, hope is down the sink and charity is stuffed somewhere inside my couch. But then out of nowhere someone comes and cooks up your faith, cleans out the sink to find that low and behold you once again have hope! And even though you looked under every cushion, someone goes and pulls the charity out, from right where you looked but couldn't find it. I think more often than not those who do that for me don't even know it.
The woman who taught our relief society lesson today did that for me. She had us say aloud several times "I am strong" and by the end of relief society I believed it! I really felt like I can do this life thing. You should try it. Get a group of girls together and "Say it like you mean it"...in her words (I don't know her name!). I think again of Mary, who of all people would need strength more than Mary... then I think to myself "UH ME!" That's what you all are thinking too right? That's ok you can think that because we all need that extra little help.
In conclusion... You are stronger than you think you are...and so am I :)
I thought this poem connected nicely with the thoughts of today. Poetry (along with whistling) is a lost art and I literally just started within the last year (not whistling I've been whistling all my life). It's very therapeutic and you don't have to share it with anyone but for me it communicated raw emotion in a way that formal writing can't. It's kinda scary at first but once I took on the mentality of I can't be wrong because it's mine I felt much better about it. Please enjoy :)
The Master’s Call
Again I fall, my hopes shine dim
When will it stop? This endless wind
My heart finds place to rest and hide
While hells mouth gapes open wide
The darkest powers around me know
Distraught and fear begin to grow.
One morning ray finds a path
Through the foes dreaded wrath
“Come one come all the way is straight,
Come enter at the narrow gate!”
Joy replaces fear once full
I will answer the Masters Call
In perfect love I find my way
Through darkest night to brightest day
My dearest friends invite me in
Inquiring after where I’ve been
A stranger, foe, and friend once more
Through hells gate I passed I’m sure
Past a stone that took my joy
Still all my efforts I employed
To finally come back to his gates
To be welcomed with the noble great
It matters not how far I strayed
For in due time I found my way
Poems are going to be a regular part of my blogs so get used to it. More pictures to come as well. Maybe next time I'll get one in there of the garden we just planted at Nick's parent's house!
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