I thought that was impossible.
Especially for me. I never get sick.
GAH!
(By the way--I love my life :)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Faith
"And whoso receiveth you, there I will be also, for I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up."
--Doctrine and Covenants 84:88
He is the Way. The Only Way.
My Heart is His.
Friday, July 17, 2009
freedom |ˈfrēdəm|
nounthe power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint
I love Abigail Howe. Words can't explain how much I missed her.Recently, we've been spending alot of time together. [This week especially since her show is over.] She is one of my favorite people to talk about religion with.
Anyone who knows me, knows that my religion, my faith, my standards, my beliefs: define who I am. They make me, ME.
Last night, Abbey and I attended a Poway Interfaith presentation about the Mormon Church and the Roman Catholic Church. There was a presentation on the basic beliefs of both churches and then a Question and Answer period afterwards. At the end of the Q&A period, a older Jewish man stands up and says "I'm going to take the liberty to make a comment rather than a question." He goes on to explain how blessed we are to live in this time. To live in this day and age when we can calmly and openly discuss such different religions, with minds of tolerance and understanding.
I had been thinking the same thing throughout the meeting and this older man's comment called my mind to serious reflection. I have SO much. The founders of this country, this great nation, came for religious freedom. Religious persecution has and will continue to be a trend throughout the ages. The cause of wars, rebellions, revolutions. But more than that, religion is the cause of peace, joy, faith and hope. In a troubled world, we need our faith more than anything. We may not agree on details or specifics, but we can and must agree on one thing. Jesus Christ is the son of God, and our Saviour and only through Him can we be saved.
Men are free according to the flesh. (2 Nephi 2:27) Men have the gift agency. Though this agency grants us the freedom to choose we must remember that it was NOT free. Christ paid the price. Christ suffered in Gethsemane. He bled from every pore. He died on the cross. And what's more, He resurrected on the third day. He gave us our freedom.
I find this freedom when I feel the Spirit. I exercise this freedom when I act on promptings of the Spirit. All of God's children are entitled to receive revelation for themselves, thus, personal revelation. My prayer is that we might not take for granted this unmerited gift. That rather, we might exercise our own freedom, ask of God, and become His servants.
I am not perfect. But I am free. And I choose God. I choose Faith. I choose Joy. I choose Peace.
I love Abigail Howe. Words can't explain how much I missed her.Recently, we've been spending alot of time together. [This week especially since her show is over.] She is one of my favorite people to talk about religion with.
Anyone who knows me, knows that my religion, my faith, my standards, my beliefs: define who I am. They make me, ME.
Last night, Abbey and I attended a Poway Interfaith presentation about the Mormon Church and the Roman Catholic Church. There was a presentation on the basic beliefs of both churches and then a Question and Answer period afterwards. At the end of the Q&A period, a older Jewish man stands up and says "I'm going to take the liberty to make a comment rather than a question." He goes on to explain how blessed we are to live in this time. To live in this day and age when we can calmly and openly discuss such different religions, with minds of tolerance and understanding.
I had been thinking the same thing throughout the meeting and this older man's comment called my mind to serious reflection. I have SO much. The founders of this country, this great nation, came for religious freedom. Religious persecution has and will continue to be a trend throughout the ages. The cause of wars, rebellions, revolutions. But more than that, religion is the cause of peace, joy, faith and hope. In a troubled world, we need our faith more than anything. We may not agree on details or specifics, but we can and must agree on one thing. Jesus Christ is the son of God, and our Saviour and only through Him can we be saved.
Men are free according to the flesh. (2 Nephi 2:27) Men have the gift agency. Though this agency grants us the freedom to choose we must remember that it was NOT free. Christ paid the price. Christ suffered in Gethsemane. He bled from every pore. He died on the cross. And what's more, He resurrected on the third day. He gave us our freedom.
I find this freedom when I feel the Spirit. I exercise this freedom when I act on promptings of the Spirit. All of God's children are entitled to receive revelation for themselves, thus, personal revelation. My prayer is that we might not take for granted this unmerited gift. That rather, we might exercise our own freedom, ask of God, and become His servants.
I am not perfect. But I am free. And I choose God. I choose Faith. I choose Joy. I choose Peace.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I'm Home
I was freaking out. Super nervous. Scared Even.
I am SO happy to be home.
It's taken a while. Some readjustment. No. LOTS of readjustment. But the Lord has again put me to work and I am doing my best to lose myself through selfless service to Him.
I have the BEST of friends. People who really care about me. Family who loves me unconditionally.
I do miss those who I love who are still in Mexico.
My Mexico experience was the greatest blessing. One that I will never, ever forget. Thus the name of this blog will continue to me "Mexico and Me."
"And More...<3"
Life will go on past Mexico. I have college ahead of me. A world of wonders. A mission of my own. A family of my own. A life completely my own.
I don't ask that you to continue to read this blog. I can't assure frequent updates. But I can and do promise that I need to write. This is my expression. This is my form of being. This is what I believe. It is (and should be) different from what you believe, how you find peace and means of expression. But these fingers,
my fingers,
as they type away words
and pages
and ages
of life,
my life
will be here.
Will be ticking away at this keyboard,
as on
ticks
the clock
of life.
I'm Home.
My heart
is Home.
And I'm not going anywhere.
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