Trust the Gift

day 10

 

 

 

We have all heard before that we need to be patient, and things will all work out. Trust in the Lord's timing and things will happen when they need to happen.

I testify that when we trust in the Lord's plan for us, we will find the greatest happiness.

Waiting is hard and sometimes unfair (see previous post regarding "unfair") but the Lord has the most wonderful blessings waiting for us if we can hold out a little longer.




#sharethegift #heisthegift #sharegoodness

Friend.

I have been trying to think of how I want to approach this topic, as it is very emotional for me and hard to express in words.

But let me first ask this question:

What are valuable and necessary attributes for a friend?

Here is my answer:

• kind
• funny
• compassionate
• loyal
• a good hugger
• empathetic
• unconditional love

(pretty standard of everyone, I assume)

Now here is a new question, 

Are you the kind of friend who possesses these attributes? 

Here are a few words from Marvin J. Ashton,

"There seems to be a misunderstanding on the part of some men today as to what it means to be a friend. Acts of a friend should result in self-improvement, better attitudes, self-reliance, comfort, consolation, self-respect, and better welfare. Certainly the word friend is misused if it is identified with a person who contributes to our delinquency, misery, and heartaches. When we make a man feel he is wanted, his whole attitude changes. Our friendship will be recognizable if our actions and attitudes result in improvement and independence."

When I was in high school, I was never that person who could walk down the hall and every person knew who I was. I didn't value popularity or notoriety and I still don't.

I was the girl who would walk down the hall, see a random student crying in the hall, and go over to see if they were okay. I was the girl who had a handful of friends, all of which would hang out in the band room and eat lunch together. Every person who I had lunch with was someone I genuinely cared about. Many of them have taken their own path for their future and occasionally I will look them up on Facebook to make sure everything is going good. I was known as the sweet, sensitive, caring, compassionate friend who could make anyone laugh and feel better about life. 

When I first came to BYU, my freshman roommate was most definitely not that person who I thought I would become friends with. She was everything I wasn't, but 3 years later, I call her my best friend. 

She is honest, kind, compassionate, witty (literally makes me pee my pants laughing), and wonderful. She drops everything to come see me when I feel less than the dust of the Earth. She, as Elder Ashton stated, helps me improve myself. 

Now comes the hard part. 

2 weeks ago, I had a particularly hard experience occur that has changed my outlook on relationships and expectations. It has made me very emotional and exceptionally sensitive. My roommates noticed the difference and were trying their best to make it easier for me, whether it be the multiple offers of ice cream, or the late night talks that usually ended with me in tears, they tried.

And I have to give them credit for that. They tried. 

My attitude drastically changed and there was a person in my life who didn't know how to handle this change. I was moody and somber rather than peppy and outgoing. I stopped hanging out with some friends and this person asked me a question that I believe was completely inappropriate. 

"I think you have depression. Have you looked up any articles? You should probably go see someone about it. BYU has counselors, but you should call soon. They are booking up fast."

Let me be clear, I have experienced depression and I was not depressed. I do not say that this question was inappropriate because I think Depression is an insult. It is a real thing and I think more people should take it seriously (like this person).

It was inappropriate because this person told me that I needed help rather than helping me.

I needed love and time.

"No one can be a friend until he is known. A friend is a person who will really take the time not only to know us, but to be with us. One of the finest presents you can give anyone is your best self."- Marvin J Ashton

Under the circumstances, and with time, I have come to understand why this person reacted the way that they did. I have since talked with this person and shared with them my feelings and insecurities, and that I am working on improving myself. I recognized my faults and mistakes and my renewed commitment to be better. 

I was so ready to forgive and move on, only to discover that this person had talked about me to another friend, comparing the relationship we had with the relationship that this person had with the other friend. (the difference in length of the relationships is about 2 1/2 years)

This person shared with their friend the things that I had privately discussed. 

Then I was mockingly called a "Fair-Weather Friend".

My first instinct right now is to trash talk and let out all my anger on this individual. I am beyond upset and offended. 

But I am not going to because "it takes courage to be a real friend." And I don't believe trash talking this person is being a friend. 

If you don't know what a fair weather friend is, click here for an interesting article to understand what type of people they are.

For those who know me, I am so NOT that kind of person. 

I am saddened that this person feels that way about me because if they were to actually know me, they would see that I would rather help someone than tell them that they need help. I would drop everything to help them, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. 

"How can we help a friend? An Arabian proverb helps us answer: “A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.” Yes, a friend is a person who is willing to take me the way I am but who is willing and able to leave me better than he found me."

Marvin J Ashton

I am far from the perfect friend, but I can promise that I am not the kind of person to drop someone when I think it is inconvenient to be their friend. 

I take this experience as constructive criticism. I will be a better friend. I'm sorry to this individual that you felt like I was only your friend in happy and convenient circumstances. I will always be your friend, no matter what. I am THAT kind of person. 

I hope and pray that you don't feel like "cutting your losses" at the end of the school year, because I will always consider you one of my favorite friends. 

Now for a cheesy Pinterest quote:

xoxo

What I learned from GC

 "Choose to converse with your Father in Heaven often. Make time every day to share your thoughts and feelings with Him. Tell Him everything that concerns you. He is interested in the most important as well as the most mundane facets of your life. Share with Him your full range of feelings and experiences.

Because He respects your agency, Father in Heaven will never force you to pray to Him. But as you exercise that agency and include Him in every aspect of your daily life, your heart will begin to fill with peace, buoyant peace. That peace will focus an eternal light on your struggles. It will help you to manage those challenges from an eternal perspective."

- Richard G Scott

needing Faith

This week has been terribly difficult... Being home and searching for work has really proven more difficult than I had originally anticipated. Why is it so hard to get a job at a clothing retail store? Why can't they just realize that I am a hard worker and would be great anywhere....
WHY?

I hate that word.
A lot.
Why?


There is no faith, no hope or trust is that word and it only brings heartache.

Why is this happening to me?
Why can't I be more like her?
Why would he not want to be with me?
Why....Why....Why....

Faith #4
Learn more about the sacrament. Read about the Last Supper in Matthew 26:26–28; Mark 14:22–24; and Luke 22:17–20. Establish a pattern of pondering during the sacrament by listening carefully to the sacrament hymn and prayers. Think about why we partake of the bread and water. After three weeks of following this pattern, write in your journal some of the promises you make as you partake of the sacrament and remember your baptismal covenants and what you do to keep those promises. Record in your journal how your understanding of these promises has strengthened your faith in the Savior.


I had an experience a couple nights ago when I was feeling particularly low and hopeless because I couldn't seem to find a job. I was saying my prayers and the Sacrament prayer came into my mind,
"always remember Him and keep His commandments which He has given them; that they may always have His spirit to be with them."
If I want to be led in the right direction this summer while I am home, then I need to do exactly that:

• always remember Him
• keep His commandments

Then, I will have His spirit to be with me always.

What a beautiful and hopeful promise. There are no "why's" and doubtful mindsets.
I pray continually that He will lead me in the right direction. I ask why, but then I remember that He already has it all planned and He is waiting for me to trust in that plan and give Him the reins to my life. I know that as I turn it over to Him, He will lead me to greater opportunities of happiness.

SPIRIT

Ok I have been a serious slacker with blogging.....
probably will stay that way until midterms are over.....

On Tuesday, I was asked to speak in church the upcoming Sunday. I was so excited because I love giving talks, I just don't like writing them. I will admit that most of my talks throughout my youth were written by my mother, with a few contributions here and there. When I got to college, I was so scared to give a talk because I knew I wanted to write one all by myself, but I wanted my mom to look over it and help me. I needed her to help me because I wasn't confident with my own testimony and ability.

So tomorrow I give my talk, and I can say to you that it was written by me and only me.
I feel proud to say that.

I am nervous because I want people to listen to me and the time and effort I put into the talk.
But if I trust in the Spirit, I know that those who need to hear the things I have prepared will truly listen.

It is amazing how the Spirit works. Those who are ready and prepared to receive revelation and inspiration WILL receive it.

My mission taught me the importance of being worthy of the Spirit at ALL TIMES. Why?
You never know when there is someone that you need to talk to, or service that needs to be provided to someone in need, or a warning that you need to pay attention to. When you are worthy of the Spirit, you know that you will receive the revelation to act and to help. When you don't, then you miss out on opportunities and blessings that could help you grow closer to our Heavenly Father.

I always want to be worthy of the Spirit. He comforts, protects, and strengthens me and those around me.

I know that the Spirit is a part of the Godhead. A being with united purpose with our Father in Heaven and His son, Jesus Christ.

When it feels like all hope is lost...

Some days are harder than others.

I guess that is just life. I want to have every day be wonderful, full of optimism and hope, but the world around us is all about negativity and failure. Even at BYU, we are still connected to the world.

Today was just plain ugly.

1. I broke a mug at work. It didn't belong to me and it was my fault that I broke it. I felt so terrible that I broke something that belonged to someone else and had no idea who they were so I could make it right. 
2. I am not doing so great at these stat quizzes anymore. And I don't know why. 
3. I find it hard to write a 600 word paper. (probably because I haven't had to write a paper in a long time)
4. My friend stole my paper topic. And ya, it doesn't matter because there are probably people who chose my topic too, but just the idea that I told her my topic, then she went and wrote her paper on the same person.
5. My apartment reminds me of a pigsty. Tons of flies swarm the leftover food sitting in dishes.

So how to counter all this negativity and pessimism?


To quote a favorite movie of mine, We Bought A Zoo,  "Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage -- 20 seconds of embarrassing bravery and I promise you something great will come of it."


So that is what I made of my day. 20 seconds of insane courage, a forever of waiting, and a successful ending.

I didn't actually need the batteries...

So I had an amazing experience today.
The sort of experience you read about in books or hear a general authority tell.
and I can call it my experience.

So here is how it starts.



My statistics class requires an iclicker for all the in class quizzes and such. I already had one, but I had to register it again online. When I got home, I saw that it was out of batteries. "Flip!" Now I had to remember to buy some Double A batteries after my D&C class the next day (which is quite difficult.... so many things to remember....).

So I go to class and when I leave, I make sure I leave through the other exit so I can head towards the Bookstore. I am just walking, minding my own business while trying to navigate the overpacked hallway, when I hear someone say "Emily?" I turn to see my friend who I haven't seen in a year. It feels weird to say that, but really I think it has been a year since I have seen her face to face.....

Anyway, we step off to the side to avoid the massive migration of people. We hug, we laugh, and we just talk. It was so wonderful. She started asking me a lot about Nauvoo. It made me so happy to talk about it. None of my roommates ask me about it so I never really get to talk about it and in a way, relive the experiences I had.

While I was describing to her all the things I did, I recalled a moment when I was watching the Stage Missionaries perform and I thought of my friend. I remember thinking that it would so cool if she came and did this the next summer. So I told her of my memory. When I said it, she was very excited and happy and she wanted to know more. So we meandered over to the bookstore continuing catching up and stuff.

We stood in line to buy the batteries..... let me just comment on the RIDICULOUS pricing BYU has. 5 dollars for a package of 4 batteries. Wow, just wow! Anyway..... After I bought them, we found some seats and sat down and just talked. We talked about missionaries, old roommates, friends, boys, majors, future plans, etc. Ya know, everything girls talk about. :)

Well, when we talked about future plans, she mentioned her consideration of performing in Disney World or Sea World, but she hadn't really decided. I told her the url address to find the audition information for Nauvoo and said that auditions are due sometime in November.... I kept telling her that her future was up to her. And I shared with her something that I learned while in Nauvoo.

The Lord takes into consideration our desires, what we want for our future. If those desires are righteous and in accordance with His plan for us, then He will make a way for us to achieve it. He doesn't throw out what we want. I told her that if she wanted to perform in Walt Disney World more than anything else, and the Lord thought it was okay, then she is going to be performing there.

I have no doubts that she will make the decision that is best for her, even if it isn't Nauvoo. But my side of the experience was amazing.

After we said goodbye, I called my mom for the day and told her of this experience. While I was telling her what happened, I got the chills, and I was outside in the heat. It was the "Whoa" chills sensation. You probably have no idea what that is, but it felt so good. I stopped and told my mom that I had the chills just by telling her the story.

When I made it home, I opened my batteries and tried to put them in only to find out that it required Triple A batteries, which I already had.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. No doubt about it.

Whatever decision she makes, it will be the one that God wants her to take. He will provide a way for her and I am confident she will do great, wherever she goes. And I can be grateful for the experience that I had that testified to me that God is grateful for my service to Him in Nauvoo and He knows that my testimony of my experience is strong.

A week.

So it has been a week.
A week since I left Nauvoo
A week since I entered Idaho
A week since I was released
A week since came back to reality.

Wow.

My mom asked me today what I missed most about Nauvoo. Was it the place? the people? the costume?(heavens no) the music?

Everything. Everything about Nauvoo. The whole ambiance. (except the costume.... most definitely not the costume!)

Lately I have been trying to keep up with some of my friends in Nauvoo, but I have to remember that they have families too! They are in homes that they have grown up in, with friends that have known almost their entire life. I just moved to a new home in good ole' Idaho. I don't know anyone. I am at least 5 hours away from anyone I know. It's hard.
But enough with the pitying.....

Being home, I have been able to spend so much time with my mom and dad. helping them move into their new home and exploring the farm country that surrounds us.
(seriously, we were stuck behind this big vehicle today- on a main road!)

Is this for real?







I have loved the experiences I have had.
In a week I will be back in Provo headed to school.
I can't wait to get back to business and work my butt off getting those rockin' grades!

Here's where most of my motivation is coming from.

Optimism in ALL things.

Here is just a peak at the summer I had.

 aw... look at these silly elders :)

 ummmm. ya. that's a sunset- brilliant huh?

 the woman who changed my life

 those super fun packed lunches from the Myers

 Meeting the actor who played Joseph Smith in the Nauvoo Pageant

 shaking Dallin H. Oaks' hand 4 times

 this place. so beautiful

 super fun teamsters

 bike rides through old Nauvoo

 my Mission President and his wife!

 spinning- but not the costume- bleh

 random dental hygiene parties

 wagon- everyday

 working with these talented stage performers

 flowers as big as my head!

look at that view! never gets old

These experiences.... will last forever. How can you not look at them and just fall in love?

I left my heart in Old Nauvoo!

Leaving

Alright folks, it is goodbye for now.

I am headed to dinner with my family, then I will be set apart by the wonderful President Todd.  After that, I will not be allowed to use any sort of electronics.

I cannot describe the happiness I am feeling. I am about to burst!!

Before I go, let me leave with you my testimony.

I know that Jesus is the Christ.  He is my Redeemer.  He suffered for me in the Garden.  Because of what I did, I can repent and be clean again.  I know that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God.  He restored the Gospel on the Earth as it is today.  I know that the God the Father and His son, Jesus, appeared to Joseph. I love this gospel. I know that the Book of Mormon is the Word of God.  I know that the Lord listens.  He knows all and wants for us to do the very best we can do each and every day.  I know that we have a living Prophet on the Earth today. He is President Thomas S. Monson. He leads and guides us.  I know that if we are obedient to the laws and covenants we make with our Heavenly Father, He will bless us immensely.

I know these things to be true.

I thank each and every one of you for your constant support.

If you would like to write me while I am in Nauvoo, feel free.  I would love any correspondence.

Here will be my address

YPM Sister Jex
PO Box 215
Nauvoo, IL 62354


LOVE YOU ALL!!

Adios Amigos

My Farewell given in church today:


Early in his ministry, the Savior called his disciples to go forth and preach His word.  These were largely fishermen with little money.  They must have worried how they would provide for themselves and their families as they left to preach.  Calming their fears Jesus said, "Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass in your purses…for the workman is worthy of his meat."

The Savior, nearing the end of His life, could again sense the fear growing in His disciples.  He reminded them, "When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye anything?  And they said, nothing."
We live in times of great uncertainty when the necessities of life seem harder to come by and where the burden of providing for our families seems heavier than in days past.  Although the road may be rough, when we walk with Him we need not worry for in Christ we lack nothing.

These words are printed beneath a painting of Christ and His disciples by artist Liz Lemon Swindle.  When I first saw it I was reminded of Elder Neil L. Andersen's message from this past conference:

"Can you imagine the scene of the eleven Apostles on the mountain near Galilee when the risen Lord came to them and said: Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost”? …Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.”

He then asked the question:  “All nations”? “All the world”? “Every creature”?

Then Elder Andersen answered his own question and quoted D&C 58:64  

 “The voice of warning shall be unto all people.” “For, verily, the sound must go forth … into all the world, and unto the uttermost parts of the earth.”

Many of you will remember the words of President Monson from October 2012 General Conference
"As we have prayerfully pondered the age at which young men may begin their missionary service, we have also given consideration to the age at which a young woman might serve. Today I am pleased to announce that able, worthy young women who have the desire to serve may be recommended for missionary service beginning at age 19, instead of age 21".

I was in my dorm kitchen watching the Saturday morning session of conference on a lap top with a few of my roommates when the change was announced.  For me, there has always been a desire to serve a mission and knowing that I would soon be turning 19   I started to seriously give place in my mind and heart to know how and when.

A few weeks later I was sitting in my band class when my director had a visitor come in to our room to speak with us about a musical opportunity in Nauvoo and anyone interested could send in a DVD of their audition.

As the days passed I couldn't get shake the feeling that I should send in a submission but with work and classes I couldn't find the time.   Days before it was due I scrambled to put something together and mailed it in with no expectation that it would even be considered.  An email came a week later notifying me that I was a finalist and that I would need to attend a live audition in Salt Lake City.

On January 5th I arrived early to the Joseph Smith Memorial building and made my way to the 10th floor.  As I was warming up my instrument I bent over to pull up my sagging tights and my nail ripped a hole in the right leg.  My first thought, "This must be bad luck".  Then someone came over to tell me that it was my turn.  My heart was pounding as I entered the room to see 4 Elderly brethren sitting down.  I happily introduced myself, smiled and used a little humor to help me feel less nervous and hoped they weren't looking at the hole in my tights.

After the auditions all the finalists were invited to stay for a special lunch and program.  At the very end the performing missionaries from previous years bore their testimonies and shared their experiences in Nauvoo.  It was at that moment when I felt the spirit witness to me and I knew that I wanted this opportunity…more than anything I've ever wanted before.

Two days later I received the call inviting me to serve with 16 other musicians as a Young Performing Missionary in Nauvoo.

“For, verily, the sound must go forth … into all the world, and unto the uttermost parts of the earth.”

Alma understood this when he declared in Alma 29

O that I were an angel, and could have the wish of mine heart, that I might go forth and speak with the trump of God, with a voice to shake the earth…

And then in D&C 29:4

…verily, I say unto you that ye are chosen out of the world to declare my gospel with the sound of rejoicing, as with the voice of a trump.

The first great sound of truth was declared by the Prophet Joseph:

“I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.
“… When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!”

This truth is celebrated again and again every time we sing the words…Oh How Lovely was the Morning

…and it is felt again and again in the hearts of those who visit the city of Nauvoo.

The Holy Ghost is the third member of the Godhead. He is a personage of spirit without a body of flesh and bones.        He is often referred to as the Spirit, the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of God, the Spirit of the Lord, or the Comforter. He works in perfect unity with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

As a personage of spirit, the Holy Ghost can be in only one place at a time, but His influence can be everywhere at the same time.

President Joseph Fielding Smith taught, “Through the Holy Ghost the truth is woven into the very fiber and sinews of the body so that it cannot be forgotten.”

Music has been called the universal language. It crosses boundaries of language and culture and communicates depths of feeling words rarely can.  It can invite the spirit of revelation and reflection.

In October 1974 President Kimball asked: “What is the greatest blessing that can come to man? The answer was given to John and Peter Whitmer:     … ‘And now, behold, I say unto you, that the thing which will be of the most worth unto you will be to declare repentance unto this people, that you may bring souls unto me, that you may rest with them in the kingdom of my Father.’ (D&C 15:6.)”

President Kimball went on to say “If one labors all his days and brings save it be one soul! … One soul! How precious!  “Oh, that God would give us that kind of love for souls!”

Kendra  joined the church when she was 15.  She lived in Washington, the 6th of 7 girls.  Her father left their family when she was 7 years old and he has not seen them or talked to them since.  When in High School Kendra dated a young man who just happened to be a member of the church.  He introduced her to the missionaries and even after they stopped dating they remained friends and she continued taking the missionary discussions.   At first her mother would not let her get her baptized, thinking it was just a phase that her daughter was going through and she would eventually get over it.  Kendra continued seeing the missionaries and then approached her mother once again, asking if she could get baptized.  This time her mother consented.
Kendra is now 19.  She was my roommate at BYU this past year.  She once told me that no one else in her family has any interest in learning about the gospel of Jesus Christ but she did remember a time when she happened to overhear her mother talking with a few other ladies and telling them, "I know my daughter is a good girl and is making good choices…SHE IS GOING TO BYU!"

One of the things Kendra loves about the gospel is the warm and welcoming spirit of the members.  What a blessing it was for me to know and love her and be strengthened by her growing testimony.  How grateful I am for the missionaries who were instrumental in bringing her to a knowledge of the truth and helping her to feel the love of the Savior.

Traditionally, this time I have to speak to you today is called my "mission farewell" but it truly is a farewell…as we are moving in a few weeks.

I was 12 when we moved into this ward.  Sister Mathison was my first Young Women's president.
As I look out and see the familiar faces of those who greatly influenced me over these last seven years…and for whom I am most grateful

I now stand before you and testify that Jesus Christ lives.  This is His church upon the earth today and He continues to lead and direct it through a living prophet, President Monson.

Every day I feel the love and mercy of my Savior and I know that He forgives and makes it possible for us to hope and look forward to living again in His presence.

The Savior's love is real and it is available to everyone.  I especially feel this when I study and ponder the scriptures.   The Book of Mormon is the inspired word of God.  I know without any doubt that Joseph Smith translated this holy record by divine power and it is through him that the Lord restored His gospel again to the earth.

I have experienced the power of the Holy Ghost.  It is through the gift and influence of the Holy Ghost that I was guided and lead  to receive this special call to serve as a Young Performing Missionary in Nauvoo.
This special mission call presented me with the opportunity to enter the House of the Lord.  What a glorious experience to go into the Temple with my parents and my brother and sister near my side.  Each week in Nauvoo we will have the occasion to return to the Temple every Wednesday.

The Lord's plan is a plan of happiness.  It is a plan that provides laws and ordinances, that when followed and obeyed keep us on a course of progression that allows us to become more and more like Him and to experience great joy in this life.

I also know that in this life we will experience hard things.  Because the Savior also experienced hard things He is the perfect source to turn to for comfort and peace and the help to keep going.

One of the hardest things may be to share the message of the gospel with friends or neighbors.

You might remember this little story from an October 2000 conference talk:

Consider that you are invited to a friend’s house for breakfast. On the table you see a large pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice from which your host fills his glass. But he offers you none. Finally, you ask, “Could I have a glass of orange juice?”
He replies, “Oh, I am sorry. I was afraid you might not like orange juice, and I didn’t want to offend you by offering you something you didn’t desire.”

Maybe it's not quite exactly the same, but we have something even sweeter to share and we must accept the responsibility that is ours to share it.

I love my Savior.  He is my nearest and dearest friend.  It is my greatest privilege to serve Him and lend my musical talents to His work and the spreading of the message of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and help make ready the world for His great return as our Lord and King.

One Special Night

So last night, I had the most magnificent opportunity to enter into the House of the Lord.
My family accompanied me through, and I can say that it was wonderful.

I have so many things to learn.  But I know that with the Lord on my side, I can do all things.

Some pictures to show my happy night.

What a night.
I love this gospel.

How did He do it?

This morning, while at work, my mind was still trying to wake up.... ya know 4am is kinda early.  I was letting my mind wander and go back.
I went back to this past weekend and what happened.

I know what I have to do.  But that doesn't make it any less difficult. To love someone who has wronged you is not easy.

But then I thought about the Savior.

He went through more than I can even imagine. And yet, He still loved everyone.

How did He do it?

Everyday I am trying to be more like my Savior.  Trying to love, serve, understand, care, forgive, be humble, etc.......

He is the perfect example.  I don't need to know how He did it.  I just need to have faith that if I trust in Him, I can be perfect just like Him.

More than just candy and flowers...

A story told by Gordon B. Hinckley,


"When I was a little boy, we children traded paper hearts at school on Valentine’s Day. At night we dropped them at the doors of our friends, stamping on the porch and then running in the dark to hide.

Almost without exception those valentines had printed on their face, “I love you.” I have since come to know that love is more than a paper heart. Love is of the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is at the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How rich are those who enjoy it in their associations with family, friends, church, and neighbors.

I am one who believes that love, like faith, is a gift of God. I agree with the expression, “Love cannot be forced, love cannot be coaxed and teased.”"

To quote one of the most amazing movies in history, "to love another is to see the face of God".

Love is a great thing.
I love that we have a holiday that celebrates love.
I know that through love, anything can happen because with love comes trust and understand and faith.