I had this little thought as I was on my way to class this afternoon, stressing about living with anxiety and depression and attempting to do school the way everyone else does.
"The world would have you have a career. I would have you be a mother."
It was such a small thought, but it brought me so much comfort. All my life, all I've ever wanted to be was a mother. I was given baby dolls as Christmas presents and I would take them everywhere with me. Since I was 12, I've been making lists of what I hope my future husband will be like, and then when I got older I learned to work on those things myself.
I have a strong testimony of the family. I don't know where I would be if I didn't have my mom, or my dad, or each of my three brothers. I know I can always count on my family to cheer me up, to listen, to be there for me. So I know that families are important. I want to raise a family in righteousness.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Struggles
Everyday is a struggle.
The struggle to get up in the morning, to get dressed and ready for the challenges of the new day. It's a struggle to find the motivation to accomplish the things on your to do list. The struggle of overcoming the feeling that you didn't accomplish anything, when in reality you accomplished so much more.
God our Heavenly Father is aware of your struggles. He knows what you are going through and He knows that your struggles are big for you, even if they appear small to everyone else. As I sit here and type this, the Holy Ghost testifies to me that He is proud of you. He is proud that, for today, you overcame your struggles. He is proud, that for today, you got up and got dressed in some form or another and you tackled your day the best way that you knew how. And if the best way that you knew how to was to simply move from one room to the next, or to write that paper that you were dreading, or to forgive that person for that one thing that happened ages ago, then He is so proud of you. He is proud that, for today, you didn't completely give up. We are all proud of you. Because, as the saying goes, "the struggle is real." But you don't have to do it alone. That was never a part of the Plan. You have a loving Heavenly Father who sent His perfect Son down to an imperfect world full of sin to make sure that you knew that you were never alone. My favorite scripture in Alma tells what the Savior did for you.
The struggle to get up in the morning, to get dressed and ready for the challenges of the new day. It's a struggle to find the motivation to accomplish the things on your to do list. The struggle of overcoming the feeling that you didn't accomplish anything, when in reality you accomplished so much more.
God our Heavenly Father is aware of your struggles. He knows what you are going through and He knows that your struggles are big for you, even if they appear small to everyone else. As I sit here and type this, the Holy Ghost testifies to me that He is proud of you. He is proud that, for today, you overcame your struggles. He is proud, that for today, you got up and got dressed in some form or another and you tackled your day the best way that you knew how. And if the best way that you knew how to was to simply move from one room to the next, or to write that paper that you were dreading, or to forgive that person for that one thing that happened ages ago, then He is so proud of you. He is proud that, for today, you didn't completely give up. We are all proud of you. Because, as the saying goes, "the struggle is real." But you don't have to do it alone. That was never a part of the Plan. You have a loving Heavenly Father who sent His perfect Son down to an imperfect world full of sin to make sure that you knew that you were never alone. My favorite scripture in Alma tells what the Savior did for you.
11 And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.
12 And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.
13 Now the Spirit knoweth all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the flesh that he might take upon him the sins of his people, that he might blot out their transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now behold, this is the testimony which is in me.
So every time that you feel like you can't possibly struggle and fight anymore, please remember that you don't have to do it alone. As the Father sent an angel to His Son in the Garden of Gethsemane during his greatest time of need, so will the Father send you an angel whenever you need one. So be on the lookout for your angel, because I guarantee that they won't be in angel form, but they will help you.
{This blog post is dedicated to those who fight struggles everyday, big or small. You are enough, and you are going to win your battle!}
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Normal College Student?
Today is a really hard day. I've been trying to act like everything is okay, that I'm just a normal college student doing normal college student stuff. I started the semester out just fine. I got up on time for classes, did the homework, hung out and laughed with my roommates.
I guess the biggest thing is that I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed that I'm not able to do the things I once used to with the same mindset. Getting up and going to class before my mission was just fine. Sure I had stress, because what college student doesn't? Stress comes with the territory of going to school. But what I'm feeling goes much deeper than just worrying about a test grade. I find myself worrying about going to class because I'm not good enough, because I'm not doing enough. But I've pushed my body as far as it can go. And I feel like it's stupid because it's only the second week of classes. I used to be able to do classes and socialize, and now I can't. I'm so frustrated with myself for not doing better, or at least as well as I've done in the past.
I have a sincere desire to do my best, to do what is expected of me. When you couple that with feelings of doubt that you really aren't doing your best, or that your best isn't good enough, it's not a pretty combination. I shut down, become unresponsive. I do things to shut out the world, like watch Netflix or browse Pinterest for hours on end. I'm struggling to break these habits, but in them I find safety and security. I know I should turn elsewhere, or at least I feel like I should turn elsewhere, and that starts another round of beating myself up over silly little things.
College might not be for me. I can't handle the stress, or I have yet to figure out how to handle the stress.
I guess the biggest thing is that I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed that I'm not able to do the things I once used to with the same mindset. Getting up and going to class before my mission was just fine. Sure I had stress, because what college student doesn't? Stress comes with the territory of going to school. But what I'm feeling goes much deeper than just worrying about a test grade. I find myself worrying about going to class because I'm not good enough, because I'm not doing enough. But I've pushed my body as far as it can go. And I feel like it's stupid because it's only the second week of classes. I used to be able to do classes and socialize, and now I can't. I'm so frustrated with myself for not doing better, or at least as well as I've done in the past.
I have a sincere desire to do my best, to do what is expected of me. When you couple that with feelings of doubt that you really aren't doing your best, or that your best isn't good enough, it's not a pretty combination. I shut down, become unresponsive. I do things to shut out the world, like watch Netflix or browse Pinterest for hours on end. I'm struggling to break these habits, but in them I find safety and security. I know I should turn elsewhere, or at least I feel like I should turn elsewhere, and that starts another round of beating myself up over silly little things.
College might not be for me. I can't handle the stress, or I have yet to figure out how to handle the stress.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Excerpts from the Miracle Journal
While I was serving in Jasper, Alabama, my Sister Training Leaders {STL's} gave all of us little notebooks that they had decorated all cutesy like, as sister missionaries do, and told us that these were our miracle journals. Mine has a quote on the front that says
"As individuals, we are strong. Together with God, we are unstoppable."
I made it a personal goal to record the everyday miracles and to write one thing every single day in this little notebook. It helped me on my hard days to really look for the good in what I was doing, and it has helped me recently as I've been home to look back and remember the good times I had on my mission. Here is my very first entry, from the first time I met sweet Sister Williams:
January 1, 2015
Today I met Sister Williams. I was able to testify that God is proud of her and that she is worth something. I didn't mean to say what I did, and I worried I was overstepping myself, but I said it anyways. The Spirit was so strong with us and Sister Williams was crying. The Lord spoke through me and I was able to say what she needed to hear and what I needed to hear.
We worked with Sister Williams several more times during my time in Jasper, and every time you could feel the Spirit in the room with us. I'm not sure how much I affected Sister Williams, but she sure did affect me and I am forever grateful for all that she taught me.
"As individuals, we are strong. Together with God, we are unstoppable."
I made it a personal goal to record the everyday miracles and to write one thing every single day in this little notebook. It helped me on my hard days to really look for the good in what I was doing, and it has helped me recently as I've been home to look back and remember the good times I had on my mission. Here is my very first entry, from the first time I met sweet Sister Williams:
January 1, 2015
Today I met Sister Williams. I was able to testify that God is proud of her and that she is worth something. I didn't mean to say what I did, and I worried I was overstepping myself, but I said it anyways. The Spirit was so strong with us and Sister Williams was crying. The Lord spoke through me and I was able to say what she needed to hear and what I needed to hear.
We worked with Sister Williams several more times during my time in Jasper, and every time you could feel the Spirit in the room with us. I'm not sure how much I affected Sister Williams, but she sure did affect me and I am forever grateful for all that she taught me.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
To the Boy Dating the Girl with Anxiety and Depression
Dear Boy,
How I wish I could tell you these things in person. How I wish I could articulate the things running through my mind, to make you understand what I'm feeling. I want so desperately for things to work out between us. But I'm faced with this crippling fear that they won't.
I'm trying so hard for you, to make you happy. I'm trying to at least pretend interest in the things that bring you joy. I'm trying to keep conversation going so that you don't have to fill the awkward silence. On top of keeping you happy, I'm worried about how everyone else around me is feeling. I'm trying to do my best at work to keep my coworkers happy. I'm trying to keep my friends happy. I'm so busy trying to keep everyone else happy that the happiness is draining from me. Before, other people's happiness used to bring me joy too. Tonight as I expressed a little bit of my insecurities, you started off on me trying to tell me how I can overcome them. Did you ever stop and think for one second that I know exactly how to overcome them?? I told you when
How I wish I could tell you these things in person. How I wish I could articulate the things running through my mind, to make you understand what I'm feeling. I want so desperately for things to work out between us. But I'm faced with this crippling fear that they won't.
I'm trying so hard for you, to make you happy. I'm trying to at least pretend interest in the things that bring you joy. I'm trying to keep conversation going so that you don't have to fill the awkward silence. On top of keeping you happy, I'm worried about how everyone else around me is feeling. I'm trying to do my best at work to keep my coworkers happy. I'm trying to keep my friends happy. I'm so busy trying to keep everyone else happy that the happiness is draining from me. Before, other people's happiness used to bring me joy too. Tonight as I expressed a little bit of my insecurities, you started off on me trying to tell me how I can overcome them. Did you ever stop and think for one second that I know exactly how to overcome them?? I told you when
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Insecurity
I'm insecure.
It's part of who I am. Some days I feel on top of the world, beautiful and smart and all that jazz, remembering that I am a daughter of God. Other days, especially this past week being away from you, it's easy to forget. It's easy to get caught up in my insecurity, not knowing if I'm good enough for you. And it's silly, because as a daughter of God, I should remember that I AM good enough, that I have worth and value. But when I can't read your thoughts and know exactly how you feel about me, I let my imagination take over. I begin to think that the way I view the world and how I interact with it isn't good enough for you. That it's weird and that it will drive you away. I'd like to think that you would like my real self. You've practically begged me to talk more, to tell you more about myself. That's something that's never come easy to me. I'm a natural born observer. I love to watch the world around me and struggle to become an active participant in it. You, on the other hand, seem to take so much joy from jumping in feet first. You have this drive to make lasting friendships that have deep meaning, while I, on the other hand, am content to make pleasant small talk and move on.
The saying is that opposites attract, but I'm worried that our personalities are too opposite for me to keep you around for much longer. Maybe it's the distance in miles over the break and the fact that we can't see each other in person everyday, but I'm scared of losing you. You call and we talk for an hour or so, but I've yet to hear a positive affirmation that you truly like me. I want this relationship to work out, but I'm afraid of messing things up. I've never had this serious of a relationship before. I've never had this serious of a friendship before. I'm not sure how to let people into the deep recesses of my mind, because I'm afraid that they'll be afraid of what they find there.
I know that insecurity isn't a trait that only I have, but it's one of those things people don't like to share with each other. They're absolutely positive that only they experience this sort of thing. But it's not true. We all face it. We just have to realize that and come together to help each other overcome it. Sure we could beat insecurity on our own, but when you look at where insecurity comes from, doesn't it make sense to have people help us overcome this beast? Insecurity is the fear that we aren't as good as other people or that we aren't good enough in general. It happens when we compare ourselves. So when we have a good support team reaffirming things that we already know, {i.e. that we're smart, beautiful, talented, funny, etc.} it makes it easier for us to remember. We've become a society that worries about what others think about us. So we need to surround ourselves with a great group of friends that will pick us up on our bad days.
My challenge to you, dear reader, is to go out and be that friend. Spread words of affirmation. Let people know how much you care about them. They may already know it, but it's wonderful to get little reminders. Don't ever miss out on the opportunity to let someone know how much you care.
It's part of who I am. Some days I feel on top of the world, beautiful and smart and all that jazz, remembering that I am a daughter of God. Other days, especially this past week being away from you, it's easy to forget. It's easy to get caught up in my insecurity, not knowing if I'm good enough for you. And it's silly, because as a daughter of God, I should remember that I AM good enough, that I have worth and value. But when I can't read your thoughts and know exactly how you feel about me, I let my imagination take over. I begin to think that the way I view the world and how I interact with it isn't good enough for you. That it's weird and that it will drive you away. I'd like to think that you would like my real self. You've practically begged me to talk more, to tell you more about myself. That's something that's never come easy to me. I'm a natural born observer. I love to watch the world around me and struggle to become an active participant in it. You, on the other hand, seem to take so much joy from jumping in feet first. You have this drive to make lasting friendships that have deep meaning, while I, on the other hand, am content to make pleasant small talk and move on.
The saying is that opposites attract, but I'm worried that our personalities are too opposite for me to keep you around for much longer. Maybe it's the distance in miles over the break and the fact that we can't see each other in person everyday, but I'm scared of losing you. You call and we talk for an hour or so, but I've yet to hear a positive affirmation that you truly like me. I want this relationship to work out, but I'm afraid of messing things up. I've never had this serious of a relationship before. I've never had this serious of a friendship before. I'm not sure how to let people into the deep recesses of my mind, because I'm afraid that they'll be afraid of what they find there.
I know that insecurity isn't a trait that only I have, but it's one of those things people don't like to share with each other. They're absolutely positive that only they experience this sort of thing. But it's not true. We all face it. We just have to realize that and come together to help each other overcome it. Sure we could beat insecurity on our own, but when you look at where insecurity comes from, doesn't it make sense to have people help us overcome this beast? Insecurity is the fear that we aren't as good as other people or that we aren't good enough in general. It happens when we compare ourselves. So when we have a good support team reaffirming things that we already know, {i.e. that we're smart, beautiful, talented, funny, etc.} it makes it easier for us to remember. We've become a society that worries about what others think about us. So we need to surround ourselves with a great group of friends that will pick us up on our bad days.
My challenge to you, dear reader, is to go out and be that friend. Spread words of affirmation. Let people know how much you care about them. They may already know it, but it's wonderful to get little reminders. Don't ever miss out on the opportunity to let someone know how much you care.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Forever Changed
The sisters that I went into the MTC with returned home last week. They served the full 18 months. I'm not going to lie, it hurt my heart and self-esteem knowing that I wouldn't be with them. I still struggle, even after 9 months of being home. Even after 2 jobs, 1 move, 1 ex-boyfriend, 1 current boyfriend and numerous memories and learning experiences, it still hurts to know that I didn't serve as long as they did, and I still feel as though I did something wrong.
But I took a step back tonight and realized how blessed I truly am to have come home after "only" 9 months in the mission field. I was able to attend my little brother's graduation ceremony, watch him open his own mission call and enter the MTC. I obtained my first real job and started saving money for college. I was able to be a part of my very bestest friend's wedding. I dated a couple good guys and learned some valuable things about myself and about dating. I'm dating a wonderful, amazing guy right now who is still teaching me things about myself and about dating. I've saved up enough money to get through a semester of college. I've had humbling, testimony building experiences and through it all, I've still been able to share the gospel. I only needed 9 months in Alabama to learn things that have affected the rest of my life.
This has definitely been a year that I did not plan. I said I never would serve a mission before I got married, but the Lord had other plans. I said that I would serve the full 18 months of a mission, but the Lord had other plans for me. I set my sights on a particular young man, but once more the Lord had other plans. The Lord has spent this year guiding me and I've noticed it even more so than I have in my past because I was actively listening to the Holy Ghost, a skill that I fine-tuned on my mission. It has been a year of ups and downs, highs and lows. I've learned so much about myself and how strong I can be, but more importantly, I have come to truly understand how much my Father in Heaven loves me. I know this because of the year I've had and how He has been there every step of the way. His love for me is in this big trial and the little ones along the way because I get up each morning and, to some degree, I am able to face my day. I am so grateful for His strength.
I know I'll never return to Alabama with my nametag on my blouse. That chapter of my story ended awhile ago. And as most people are at the end of a good book, I was in denial that it really was over. But I've come to terms with this fact and I'm excited for the next chapter of my life. I'm ready to live in the moment I'm in, to remember the things I've learned, to look forward to the future while not forgetting to look around right next to me. I'm grateful for the strength I've received and I'm ready to put it to the test. I'm ready to take on the world!
But I took a step back tonight and realized how blessed I truly am to have come home after "only" 9 months in the mission field. I was able to attend my little brother's graduation ceremony, watch him open his own mission call and enter the MTC. I obtained my first real job and started saving money for college. I was able to be a part of my very bestest friend's wedding. I dated a couple good guys and learned some valuable things about myself and about dating. I'm dating a wonderful, amazing guy right now who is still teaching me things about myself and about dating. I've saved up enough money to get through a semester of college. I've had humbling, testimony building experiences and through it all, I've still been able to share the gospel. I only needed 9 months in Alabama to learn things that have affected the rest of my life.
This has definitely been a year that I did not plan. I said I never would serve a mission before I got married, but the Lord had other plans. I said that I would serve the full 18 months of a mission, but the Lord had other plans for me. I set my sights on a particular young man, but once more the Lord had other plans. The Lord has spent this year guiding me and I've noticed it even more so than I have in my past because I was actively listening to the Holy Ghost, a skill that I fine-tuned on my mission. It has been a year of ups and downs, highs and lows. I've learned so much about myself and how strong I can be, but more importantly, I have come to truly understand how much my Father in Heaven loves me. I know this because of the year I've had and how He has been there every step of the way. His love for me is in this big trial and the little ones along the way because I get up each morning and, to some degree, I am able to face my day. I am so grateful for His strength.
I know I'll never return to Alabama with my nametag on my blouse. That chapter of my story ended awhile ago. And as most people are at the end of a good book, I was in denial that it really was over. But I've come to terms with this fact and I'm excited for the next chapter of my life. I'm ready to live in the moment I'm in, to remember the things I've learned, to look forward to the future while not forgetting to look around right next to me. I'm grateful for the strength I've received and I'm ready to put it to the test. I'm ready to take on the world!
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Relationship Thoughts
Well, here we go again. It's the start of a new relationship with a great guy, and I'm terrified how I'm going to be. I'm looking for a guy who understands what I'm going through, but the cold hard truth is that not a whole lot of people who don't have depression and anxiety really understand what it's like to live with either, let alone both.
Our conversation tonight made me feel stupid. He talked about his goals and where he wants to be, and when I talked about mine, I felt like he didn't think that was good enough. And maybe I'm just psyching myself out, putting thoughts in my head that don't belong there. I hope that as we continue this relationship and learn more about each other that we can fall in love. But I'm so scared of just wanting a relationship that I try and force this one. I want to give him that benefit of the doubt, that he will learn how to be around me when I'm suffering from depression. As he was leaving tonight, he told me "Don't be depressed." I want to think that he was doing what he could to offer me comfort. I'm concerned that this might be a one sided relationship, where he's doing all the taking and I'm doing all the giving. Relationships need to be a give and take from both sides. What if I'm not doing enough giving? What if I'm not doing enough for him? Will this vicious cycle of anxiety and depression never end????
Our conversation tonight made me feel stupid. He talked about his goals and where he wants to be, and when I talked about mine, I felt like he didn't think that was good enough. And maybe I'm just psyching myself out, putting thoughts in my head that don't belong there. I hope that as we continue this relationship and learn more about each other that we can fall in love. But I'm so scared of just wanting a relationship that I try and force this one. I want to give him that benefit of the doubt, that he will learn how to be around me when I'm suffering from depression. As he was leaving tonight, he told me "Don't be depressed." I want to think that he was doing what he could to offer me comfort. I'm concerned that this might be a one sided relationship, where he's doing all the taking and I'm doing all the giving. Relationships need to be a give and take from both sides. What if I'm not doing enough giving? What if I'm not doing enough for him? Will this vicious cycle of anxiety and depression never end????
Thursday, December 3, 2015
My Little Boat
I picture myself on my own little boat in this sea called life. There are times where the sun shines happily on my little boat as a soft breeze pushes me forward and I am happy and content at the wheel. Then there are other times where there is a look of stern concentration upon my brow as the waters around me are choppy and I can see sharks and killer whales breaching the surface near my cute little boat. Then there are still other times where my face is determined and my hands clenched tight to the wheel of my boat as wave after wave washes over us. My storms of life seem to come close together, with very brief periods of sunshine between. However, I like to imagine my face stays determined after each wave and after each storm. I like to think that I shout at the storm, through the rain beating on my face, as I swallow sea water from the last wave, "Is that the best you got? I can handle that!" I like to think that my hands stay firm on the wheel of my little boat, determined to continually steer us back towards Heavenly Father. No matter how many times the waves of depression and anxiety come against me, I will be steadfast and not be overcome. Try as they might, I won't let them drag me down. I will continue to fight against my anxiety and depression, and against the Adversary who uses them against me.
Monday, November 30, 2015
#fightselfishness
Today has been another rough one. I had almost all of last week off because of Thanksgiving. The original plan was to have that time off to go up to Wisconsin with a boyfriend. It's great to have a plan, but plans are always changing. Since the Wisconsin trip was called off due to us breaking up, I decided it would be nice to have that time off anyways to recuperate and do something else for a change. It was a good idea, but getting back into work this morning was a challenge and I just felt off the whole day and it was kind of discouraging. I suppose I'm too much of a perfectionist and I need to be more patient with myself. But I couldn't shake the feeling and it finally caught up with me after the YSA stake activity this evening and I couldn't take it anymore. So I called up my friend Sparky to talk about it with him.
I'm grateful for friends like Sparky, who will walk with you in single digit temperatures as you ball your eyes out because you can't figure out this feeling inside you. I'm grateful for them because every once in a while you need to focus on yourself. But that doesn't mean that you should always focus on yourself. This life is about others and how you can help them. My patriarchal blessing says that the best way for me to fight my depression is for me to lose myself in the service of others. So tonight I wrote myself this little note to help me remember that.
I'm grateful for friends like Sparky, who will walk with you in single digit temperatures as you ball your eyes out because you can't figure out this feeling inside you. I'm grateful for them because every once in a while you need to focus on yourself. But that doesn't mean that you should always focus on yourself. This life is about others and how you can help them. My patriarchal blessing says that the best way for me to fight my depression is for me to lose myself in the service of others. So tonight I wrote myself this little note to help me remember that.
My daily goal is to actively seek out people to serve and to make a difference in someone's life everyday. I chose the #fightselfishness because I know that as I continually seek to help others, my life will be improved. Truly we come to find ourselves as we lose ourselves in the service of God and our fellow men. I just need a little reminder of that from time to time. So I will place this note on my bedroom wall and continue my fight against depression as I continue to better the world, one person at a time.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Because I Served a Mission...
I had this thought today during Relief Society. I had just had a discussion in the hallway with a counselor in the bishopric and the ward mission leader {I'm a ward missionary} and we were discussing the situation of a few of our less active members. I was still thinking about them during the Relief Society lesson when I had a memory pop into my mind.
I saw myself back in Alabama with my trainer and we were at a correlation meeting at the ward mission leader's house. We were discussing our investigators and the members of the ward. Our goal was to find people in the ward that the investigators could bond with and become attached to rather than attaching themselves to missionaries that would soon leave. The goal of a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is to help people come closer to Jesus Christ. A lot of the time, people would draw closer to the missionaries and as soon as they left, the person would stop attending church. We didn't want that to happen, so to fix that we would try to get the ward members involved so that the newcomers would have a friend and feel comfortable attending church long after the missionaries left.
I remember a lot of our correlation meetings would have discussions about who we could get involved in missionary work to make that transition for our investigators easier. Because of this, my mission taught me to have a deeper love for people and to have a concern for the people in the ward. I still have that love today and absolutely love my calling as a ward missionary. I will be leaving this ward in January because I will start school and will be put into a student ward. I am so sad to leave this loving ward, and I am concerned about those we are working with. My goal now is to get as many less active members involved in the ward as I can before I leave so that they can help each other to be strong.
I saw myself back in Alabama with my trainer and we were at a correlation meeting at the ward mission leader's house. We were discussing our investigators and the members of the ward. Our goal was to find people in the ward that the investigators could bond with and become attached to rather than attaching themselves to missionaries that would soon leave. The goal of a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is to help people come closer to Jesus Christ. A lot of the time, people would draw closer to the missionaries and as soon as they left, the person would stop attending church. We didn't want that to happen, so to fix that we would try to get the ward members involved so that the newcomers would have a friend and feel comfortable attending church long after the missionaries left.
I remember a lot of our correlation meetings would have discussions about who we could get involved in missionary work to make that transition for our investigators easier. Because of this, my mission taught me to have a deeper love for people and to have a concern for the people in the ward. I still have that love today and absolutely love my calling as a ward missionary. I will be leaving this ward in January because I will start school and will be put into a student ward. I am so sad to leave this loving ward, and I am concerned about those we are working with. My goal now is to get as many less active members involved in the ward as I can before I leave so that they can help each other to be strong.
Monday, November 16, 2015
He Knows Me
I know that Heavenly Father knows me personally. How do I know this? He has strategically placed people in my life for days like yesterday. Days where I can't fight the anxiety and depression anymore. Days where I am tired and spent and just want to give up. Days where I feel like I am completely and utterly alone in this world. Days where I can't stand being with myself.
Yesterday he sent me three friends, friends I've been building relationships with the past couple of weeks who knew what to do when I didn't. I am so grateful for these three friends. For the one who knew how to listen and share his own experiences, who let me sob uncontrollably into his shoulder, and then distracted me and helped me feel better. I'm grateful for the two who showed up without being asked and brought homemade cookies and told me funny stories that made me laugh and forget what I was going through. I do not have the words to express my gratitude and I doubt they will ever realize how their small acts of kindness made such an impact in my life.
Thank you, Sparky, Little Red and Snowball.
Yesterday he sent me three friends, friends I've been building relationships with the past couple of weeks who knew what to do when I didn't. I am so grateful for these three friends. For the one who knew how to listen and share his own experiences, who let me sob uncontrollably into his shoulder, and then distracted me and helped me feel better. I'm grateful for the two who showed up without being asked and brought homemade cookies and told me funny stories that made me laugh and forget what I was going through. I do not have the words to express my gratitude and I doubt they will ever realize how their small acts of kindness made such an impact in my life.
Thank you, Sparky, Little Red and Snowball.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
I Won't Be With Them
I had a startling realization today that almost broke my heart. In about 5 weeks, the sisters that entered the Missionary Training Center the same time I did will be returning home to their families, having faithfully completed 18 months of missionary service. And I won't be with them.
It's been almost 8 months since I have returned home, and the emotions are still there. The disappointment in myself that I didn't stay in Alabama for the full 18 months. The doubt that I wasn't enough for my mission president, fellow missionaries, and the Lord. The self loathing that I didn't do enough for what I knew to be true. The idea that even though I attempted to give my all, it really wasn't my all, that I could have done better.
I'm terrified that I'm never going to lose these emotions. That no matter how deep I try to bury them, how much I try to ignore them, they will always be there, always with me. How am I to escape them when I can't get rid of the desire to fan their flames? I feel like they have to be a part of me now, and I dwell on them when I know I probably shouldn't. I try to direct my focus elsewhere, such as the scriptures, gospel teachings, Christ's Atonement, the temple, or other wholesome things, yet the negative ideas keep coming back. I'm never going to escape them.
I sometimes wish I could just sleep my life away. How much easier it would be to continuously be in a dream world where nothing goes wrong. To sleep in peace and never worry about not being good enough.
I feel so isolated from the other missionaries that I served with. I follow some other RM's on social media and feel almost left out. I didn't get the same experiences that they did so I feel as though I can't relate to them. Once more I feel like the outsider who doesn't fit in with what everybody else is doing.
Even as I write my thoughts, the Spirit whispers and confirms to me the things I already know to be true. This Earth life wasn't meant to be a dream world. We weren't sent here to be comfortable. We were sent to Earth to work and sweat and bleed and earn and grow into our best selves. This trial will most likely be one that follows me for the rest of my life because it tests and stretches me in ways that nothing else can. We weren't meant to be the same. We were meant to be beautifully different. Our strengths and our weaknesses are opposite and complimentary to those around us. That is what makes the world go round. Our life is about progress, especially in little steps. My friend posted this on Instagram the other day and it is beautiful.
I'm a dancer; it's what I do. So this isn't a disaster, this is just another dance step in my personal dance number. And I can allow the audience to notice that I did the wrong choreography, or I can help them believe that I was supposed to do that and move on with the rest of the piece. I choose to move on.
It's been almost 8 months since I have returned home, and the emotions are still there. The disappointment in myself that I didn't stay in Alabama for the full 18 months. The doubt that I wasn't enough for my mission president, fellow missionaries, and the Lord. The self loathing that I didn't do enough for what I knew to be true. The idea that even though I attempted to give my all, it really wasn't my all, that I could have done better.
I'm terrified that I'm never going to lose these emotions. That no matter how deep I try to bury them, how much I try to ignore them, they will always be there, always with me. How am I to escape them when I can't get rid of the desire to fan their flames? I feel like they have to be a part of me now, and I dwell on them when I know I probably shouldn't. I try to direct my focus elsewhere, such as the scriptures, gospel teachings, Christ's Atonement, the temple, or other wholesome things, yet the negative ideas keep coming back. I'm never going to escape them.
I sometimes wish I could just sleep my life away. How much easier it would be to continuously be in a dream world where nothing goes wrong. To sleep in peace and never worry about not being good enough.
I feel so isolated from the other missionaries that I served with. I follow some other RM's on social media and feel almost left out. I didn't get the same experiences that they did so I feel as though I can't relate to them. Once more I feel like the outsider who doesn't fit in with what everybody else is doing.
Even as I write my thoughts, the Spirit whispers and confirms to me the things I already know to be true. This Earth life wasn't meant to be a dream world. We weren't sent here to be comfortable. We were sent to Earth to work and sweat and bleed and earn and grow into our best selves. This trial will most likely be one that follows me for the rest of my life because it tests and stretches me in ways that nothing else can. We weren't meant to be the same. We were meant to be beautifully different. Our strengths and our weaknesses are opposite and complimentary to those around us. That is what makes the world go round. Our life is about progress, especially in little steps. My friend posted this on Instagram the other day and it is beautiful.
I'm a dancer; it's what I do. So this isn't a disaster, this is just another dance step in my personal dance number. And I can allow the audience to notice that I did the wrong choreography, or I can help them believe that I was supposed to do that and move on with the rest of the piece. I choose to move on.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Apologies From Anxiety and Depression
We're sorry.
We're sorry for taking over your loved one. For making her feel like everything was going wrong in her life, even though it's not. For pointing out all that could go wrong and distracting her from all that was going right. For consuming her to the point where she didn't want to be in your company anymore. For making her feel like it was her fault that she couldn't control us.
We're sorry.
We're sorry for taking over your life. For taking those great moments and focusing only on what went wrong in them. For making a big deal out of little ones, and convincing you that things had to be a certain way when it really didn't matter. For telling you that you weren't good enough to be a missionary because you had to deal with us.
We're sorry.
We really truly are. We're sorry for taking your life of joy and making it miserable by being there every second of the day. For tainting the memories of joyous occasions with our pungent smells that compliment in the most vile of ways . We're sorry that you get us under control and begin to feel normal once more and we drop in for a surprise visit.
We're sorry.
We're sorry for the pain we've caused in your relationships. For the space we put between you and your boyfriend because you wanted to cope with us on your own. For making you feel like you had no one to turn to and that we would be your only company until you found a way on your own to make us leave and be gone for good. We're sorry that you didn't realize earlier that we're not something you can handle on your own.
But look how far you've come. Look at the things you've faced and the challenges you've overcome. We're so proud of you, for all that you did while we were by your side. We can see that it's still a challenge for you to admit that we are with you, but you've gotten so much better at it. And really, our visits seem to be getting fewer and farther between. As big as we seem to be, and as much as we appear to block your path, it's only because we're right in front of you. If you were to push us back, you would come to realize that we're no bigger than the height of your knees. You keep pushing, you keep trying. It's been done before by so many others and you can do it too. We're never going to fully leave you; we like you too much for that. But soon you'll be able to get your space back and you can build those relationships that you want. Trust us. It's all going to work out in the end.
We're sorry for taking over your loved one. For making her feel like everything was going wrong in her life, even though it's not. For pointing out all that could go wrong and distracting her from all that was going right. For consuming her to the point where she didn't want to be in your company anymore. For making her feel like it was her fault that she couldn't control us.
We're sorry.
We're sorry for taking over your life. For taking those great moments and focusing only on what went wrong in them. For making a big deal out of little ones, and convincing you that things had to be a certain way when it really didn't matter. For telling you that you weren't good enough to be a missionary because you had to deal with us.
We're sorry.
We really truly are. We're sorry for taking your life of joy and making it miserable by being there every second of the day. For tainting the memories of joyous occasions with our pungent smells that compliment in the most vile of ways . We're sorry that you get us under control and begin to feel normal once more and we drop in for a surprise visit.
We're sorry.
We're sorry for the pain we've caused in your relationships. For the space we put between you and your boyfriend because you wanted to cope with us on your own. For making you feel like you had no one to turn to and that we would be your only company until you found a way on your own to make us leave and be gone for good. We're sorry that you didn't realize earlier that we're not something you can handle on your own.
But look how far you've come. Look at the things you've faced and the challenges you've overcome. We're so proud of you, for all that you did while we were by your side. We can see that it's still a challenge for you to admit that we are with you, but you've gotten so much better at it. And really, our visits seem to be getting fewer and farther between. As big as we seem to be, and as much as we appear to block your path, it's only because we're right in front of you. If you were to push us back, you would come to realize that we're no bigger than the height of your knees. You keep pushing, you keep trying. It's been done before by so many others and you can do it too. We're never going to fully leave you; we like you too much for that. But soon you'll be able to get your space back and you can build those relationships that you want. Trust us. It's all going to work out in the end.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
That Empty Space
I miss him, but I fear that I miss the space he took up. I'm worried that I don't like the hole he left and that because I know he would easily fill it again, I miss him. What do I know of love?
I am terrified of love. I am terrified of loving someone so deeply and purely, of taking their happiness forever into my own hands. I'm scared of not being enough for him, of not doing enough for him. I'm selfish and I'm worried I won't get over that to be able to give him what he needs. At this point in my life, I'm not ready to be done being selfish. This is my time, and I want to have it for as long as I possibly can. Don't get me wrong, I dream of the day when I get to be a wife and care for my husband and nurture our children. But when that opportunity started to get close, I ran for the hills. Now I'm looking back and wondering what I missed out on. And how do I get it back? I don't know if he wanted to break up with me because it's what I wanted, or if it's because he didn't want to be with me anymore.
Then all these questions start whirling around, and I can't focus enough to grasp even one to think about. Have I done something awful by pushing him away? Was he the one I could have been the happiest with? Will I be able to find someone as good as he was? Is he even missing me right now? Does he think about me as often as I catch myself thinking about him?
I am having this conversation with a friend right now about our different relationships, specifically that of mission companions who don't get along at first yet wind up being the best of friends. I quote him here: "It could also be that we go through the thick and thin with them, for lack of a better term. It seems to me that a longer lasting relationship could develop when there is a lot of different trials to experience as opposed to those who don't have as many trials."
My response: "I like the way you phrased that. Just as our relationship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ strengthen because of our trials [us being brought closer to them] our earthly relationships can be strengthened because of them [our trials]."
Maybe this is a trial that will strengthen our relationship. I'm scared to hold onto the smallest bit of hope that it is, that our relationship will work out. I don't want to be afraid to love him, yet I am. I know I need to pray about all of this, yet I'm fearful of the answer. I want the college life back. I want to go on lots of dates and hang out with lots of different guys. Yet I don't want to be with any of those guys, and I don't want them to get the wrong impression. I just want to go out and have fun with my friends and not have to worry about someone else. How selfish am I, wanting just to worry about me, when my big heart wants to worry about everyone else at the same time.
If you've managed to get through this conflicted blog post, congratulations. I am very impressed. If you have any insights/comments please feel free to leave them below. I would love to hear whatever you have to offer!
I am terrified of love. I am terrified of loving someone so deeply and purely, of taking their happiness forever into my own hands. I'm scared of not being enough for him, of not doing enough for him. I'm selfish and I'm worried I won't get over that to be able to give him what he needs. At this point in my life, I'm not ready to be done being selfish. This is my time, and I want to have it for as long as I possibly can. Don't get me wrong, I dream of the day when I get to be a wife and care for my husband and nurture our children. But when that opportunity started to get close, I ran for the hills. Now I'm looking back and wondering what I missed out on. And how do I get it back? I don't know if he wanted to break up with me because it's what I wanted, or if it's because he didn't want to be with me anymore.
Then all these questions start whirling around, and I can't focus enough to grasp even one to think about. Have I done something awful by pushing him away? Was he the one I could have been the happiest with? Will I be able to find someone as good as he was? Is he even missing me right now? Does he think about me as often as I catch myself thinking about him?
I am having this conversation with a friend right now about our different relationships, specifically that of mission companions who don't get along at first yet wind up being the best of friends. I quote him here: "It could also be that we go through the thick and thin with them, for lack of a better term. It seems to me that a longer lasting relationship could develop when there is a lot of different trials to experience as opposed to those who don't have as many trials."
My response: "I like the way you phrased that. Just as our relationship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ strengthen because of our trials [us being brought closer to them] our earthly relationships can be strengthened because of them [our trials]."
Maybe this is a trial that will strengthen our relationship. I'm scared to hold onto the smallest bit of hope that it is, that our relationship will work out. I don't want to be afraid to love him, yet I am. I know I need to pray about all of this, yet I'm fearful of the answer. I want the college life back. I want to go on lots of dates and hang out with lots of different guys. Yet I don't want to be with any of those guys, and I don't want them to get the wrong impression. I just want to go out and have fun with my friends and not have to worry about someone else. How selfish am I, wanting just to worry about me, when my big heart wants to worry about everyone else at the same time.
If you've managed to get through this conflicted blog post, congratulations. I am very impressed. If you have any insights/comments please feel free to leave them below. I would love to hear whatever you have to offer!
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Definitely Not Alone
This week has been a hard week for me. I'm working full time and dating a great guy, so between work and the boyfriend, I have little time for anything else and that's really starting to take it's toll on me. I need this job, and this job needs me because there are only about four full time workers who know a lot about what they are doing. The boy feels like he needs me, but I'm not so sure I need the boy right now. I tried to break up with him tonight, but he didn't see a valid reason for us to break up, so he thinks he's just giving me some space, and that I'll talk to him again soon, but I'm not so sure.
Can people fall out of love? I tell this boy I love him, then a week later feel almost nothing for him. In fact, it stresses me out to think about hanging out and being with him. I just don't want to be in a relationship right now. I've been focusing on other people for far too long and neglecting myself. Now I have a chance to focus on myself and don't know what to do. How am I supposed to get better if I don't know how to do it?
Confession: I've been neglecting my prayer and scripture study recently. I know that's had an affect on my emotions and the way I've been feeling. So tonight I grabbed my Book of Mormon, flipped open to a random page and started reading:
Can people fall out of love? I tell this boy I love him, then a week later feel almost nothing for him. In fact, it stresses me out to think about hanging out and being with him. I just don't want to be in a relationship right now. I've been focusing on other people for far too long and neglecting myself. Now I have a chance to focus on myself and don't know what to do. How am I supposed to get better if I don't know how to do it?
Confession: I've been neglecting my prayer and scripture study recently. I know that's had an affect on my emotions and the way I've been feeling. So tonight I grabbed my Book of Mormon, flipped open to a random page and started reading:
11 And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictionsand temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.
12 And he will take upon him death, that he may loosethe bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.
13 Now the Spirit knoweth all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the flesh that he might take upon him the sins of his people, that he might blot out their transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now behold, this is the testimony which is in me.
Of course! Of course I flipped open to the scripture that brought me strength and comfort on my mission. Of course the three verses I would read tonight would be ones that would remind me that I'm definitely not facing this trial alone.
Earlier today in Sacrament meeting at church, my bishop shared this quote from Elder Jeffrey R. Holland:
Don’t you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don’t come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come.
How wonderful it is to have a Father in Heaven who is fully aware of me and knows how to answer my prayers when I don't even know what to ask for! How extremely blessed I am to have this knowledge of the restored gospel to lift me and strengthen me. I add my fervent testimony to that of the ancient prophet Alma and modern day apostle Elder Holland. Christ suffered for you personally, and there are blessings within your grasp. Keep walking, dear friend. You are definitely not alone.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Are Missions Really the Best?
Why are missions the best?
"Missions are the greatest thing ever!" Is a cliche saying that all returned missionaries say. So do I believe it when I too exclaim it, or am I just saying it because that's what I've heard repeated over the years?
I can see where people are coming from when they make this claim, because I did have some really good moments on my mission. There were moments when I felt the Spirit testifying truth as we taught lessons. I felt the love that Heavenly Father must feel for all His children. I met some amazing people and forged lasting friendships because of the 9 months I spent in Alabama serving the Lord. But 6 out of those 9 months were extremely difficult for me. I entered the field and did not have a clue as to what I was doing. I followed my trainer around like a scared bunny rabbit because I didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. I didn't have the confidence or the courage to speak boldly like my trainer did. When I was transferred and given a new companion, speaking still did not come easily to me, although it did to her and I wasn't given many opportunities to become better at it. The same thing happened with my next companion. The one after, however, was heaven sent. My fourth companion was the sweetest ever and helped my confidence to grow because she simply loved me and believed in me. She went out of her way to serve me, as did the companion after that.
I had some miserable moments on my mission, times when I didn't know if I was good enough to be out there claiming the things that I did. I didn't have the confidence to do the work as I felt I ought. I was discouraged and didn't want to be out there. But because I was, I became a better person. I was brought so low, that I had to turn to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I began to understand the enabling power of the Atonement, because boy did I need it. It was a daily struggle to get up and going in the morning, and I know it was only because of Him that I could do it. I was given a deeper understanding and love for God's children. These are two of the things that I carry with me today. My confidence has grown, and even though it takes some nose dives on some days, I know who I can turn to to help me out.
So yes, I was miserable 6 out of the 9 months I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. But I was also the happiest I've ever been. Missions really are the best.
"Missions are the greatest thing ever!" Is a cliche saying that all returned missionaries say. So do I believe it when I too exclaim it, or am I just saying it because that's what I've heard repeated over the years?
I can see where people are coming from when they make this claim, because I did have some really good moments on my mission. There were moments when I felt the Spirit testifying truth as we taught lessons. I felt the love that Heavenly Father must feel for all His children. I met some amazing people and forged lasting friendships because of the 9 months I spent in Alabama serving the Lord. But 6 out of those 9 months were extremely difficult for me. I entered the field and did not have a clue as to what I was doing. I followed my trainer around like a scared bunny rabbit because I didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. I didn't have the confidence or the courage to speak boldly like my trainer did. When I was transferred and given a new companion, speaking still did not come easily to me, although it did to her and I wasn't given many opportunities to become better at it. The same thing happened with my next companion. The one after, however, was heaven sent. My fourth companion was the sweetest ever and helped my confidence to grow because she simply loved me and believed in me. She went out of her way to serve me, as did the companion after that.
I had some miserable moments on my mission, times when I didn't know if I was good enough to be out there claiming the things that I did. I didn't have the confidence to do the work as I felt I ought. I was discouraged and didn't want to be out there. But because I was, I became a better person. I was brought so low, that I had to turn to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I began to understand the enabling power of the Atonement, because boy did I need it. It was a daily struggle to get up and going in the morning, and I know it was only because of Him that I could do it. I was given a deeper understanding and love for God's children. These are two of the things that I carry with me today. My confidence has grown, and even though it takes some nose dives on some days, I know who I can turn to to help me out.
So yes, I was miserable 6 out of the 9 months I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. But I was also the happiest I've ever been. Missions really are the best.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
The Garden of Your Mind
Sundays are always great days. I am able to attend church and for 3 hours I get to feel the presence of the Holy Ghost so strongly. It is an opportunity for the Lord to communicate with me as I listen to those who have been guided by the Spirit in preparing talks and lessons. Today Bishop Pyper taught a combined lesson and said something that I really needed to hear. He said:
"From time to time you need to go through the garden of your mind and weed out the bad thoughts. Not just the unclean thoughts but the negative ones that weigh you down and depress you. Weeds grow best where nothing else is growing. So, keep the garden of your mind full of good things to keep the weeds out."
Will you leave your garden barren, perfect for weeds of self doubt and self loathing to grow? Or will you work on your garden, pulling out the bad and replacing it with the good? Some days will be tough, but as you actively take notice of what is growing in your mind and replace those thoughts of unworthiness and self-pity with thoughts of the Savior's love for you, you will notice a difference in your attitude and you will be happier.
I have come to know through my own experiences how damaging focusing on a bad thought can be. When I nitpick my actions and what I'm doing, when I focus on the little bad things in my life, they grow and become huge and overwhelming to the point where that is all I see in my life. Too often I find myself nourishing my weeds instead of nourishing my flowers.
But when I focus on my flowers and the things that I am good at, my talents and my strengths, they bloom and my attitude changes. The sun comes out and life is beautiful. Your mind is the easiest rose garden to tend to. You literally just need to focus on your flowers and cast your weeds to the wayside. I can promise you that as you focus on the good instead of the bad, your attitude and how you view yourself will change and your life will become better.
So do you want weeds, or do you want flowers?
"From time to time you need to go through the garden of your mind and weed out the bad thoughts. Not just the unclean thoughts but the negative ones that weigh you down and depress you. Weeds grow best where nothing else is growing. So, keep the garden of your mind full of good things to keep the weeds out."
Will you leave your garden barren, perfect for weeds of self doubt and self loathing to grow? Or will you work on your garden, pulling out the bad and replacing it with the good? Some days will be tough, but as you actively take notice of what is growing in your mind and replace those thoughts of unworthiness and self-pity with thoughts of the Savior's love for you, you will notice a difference in your attitude and you will be happier.
I have come to know through my own experiences how damaging focusing on a bad thought can be. When I nitpick my actions and what I'm doing, when I focus on the little bad things in my life, they grow and become huge and overwhelming to the point where that is all I see in my life. Too often I find myself nourishing my weeds instead of nourishing my flowers.
But when I focus on my flowers and the things that I am good at, my talents and my strengths, they bloom and my attitude changes. The sun comes out and life is beautiful. Your mind is the easiest rose garden to tend to. You literally just need to focus on your flowers and cast your weeds to the wayside. I can promise you that as you focus on the good instead of the bad, your attitude and how you view yourself will change and your life will become better.
So do you want weeds, or do you want flowers?
Sunday, August 23, 2015
The Greatest Compliment
What good will a covenant do if you don't uphold your end?
A covenant is a sacred agreement between God and a person or group of people. God sets specific conditions, and He promises to bless us as we obey those conditions.
We have many names we are called by on this Earth. Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Teacher, Friend, etc. The most important name we are called is child of God. Committed children of the covenant push forward no matter what. The greatest compliment that can be received in this life is to be known as a covenant keeper. As we keep the covenants and commandments of the Lord we will grow in confidence.
I can see the blessings that come from being a covenant keeper. They aren't always big. In fact, most often the blessings are small and you would miss them if you weren't paying attention. There is an added strength that comes from keeping your part of the promise. Heavenly Father blesses you through your trials as you faithfully serve Him and endure what is placed before you. Either He will take that burden from you, or He will strengthen your back to be able to bear the load.
I can see the blessings that come from being a covenant keeper. They aren't always big. In fact, most often the blessings are small and you would miss them if you weren't paying attention. There is an added strength that comes from keeping your part of the promise. Heavenly Father blesses you through your trials as you faithfully serve Him and endure what is placed before you. Either He will take that burden from you, or He will strengthen your back to be able to bear the load.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Improving Ourselves
This weekend is stake conference for my singles stake in Rexburg. I'll give you one guess as to what the main topic of the talks were to young singles in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. That's right: Marriage. I can imagine all the eye rolls that happened when the first speaker started to talk about the importance of marriage and having a family. As part of the LDS culture, marriage is a popular topic that we've all heard on many occasions. As singles, we are always being asked about when we are going to get married and start a family. It's not like we don't want that, it's just that we don't quite get the importance of it right now.
I had this thought while listening to the first speaker as he talked about his family and the love he expressed for them. "The leaders of our church know the joy from having families and they want us to have and experience that joy. That's why they push marriage and family so much."
My favorite thing was how they related having a family to us singles now. The Saturday evening session talked about strengthening ourselves now so we can be prepared for our families when the time comes. It was an answer to my prayers, on how to improve myself.
I had this thought while listening to the first speaker as he talked about his family and the love he expressed for them. "The leaders of our church know the joy from having families and they want us to have and experience that joy. That's why they push marriage and family so much."
My favorite thing was how they related having a family to us singles now. The Saturday evening session talked about strengthening ourselves now so we can be prepared for our families when the time comes. It was an answer to my prayers, on how to improve myself.
-Don't just say your prayers. Speak them to someone who is really listening.
THINK about what you are saying.
-You cannot read the scriptures too much. Life changing statement right there.
You can always read the scriptures, no matter if you've read them that day already.
-Give 10% of your time to the Lord.
-Always attend church meetings.
-Go often to the temple.
-Take the time now to strengthen your testimony.
-Offer sincere prayers daily.
-Look for the Spirit to guide you.
Thin of the ancestors who volunteered in the preexistence to live during the periods of Earth's history when the gospel was missing. Think of their willingness to suffer and have a hard life so you can have the gospel in your life. They only ask that you help them receive the gospel, too.
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