Watch the stars - they're ours

I am such a slacker! Things have been so wonderfully crazy that I've forgotten all about my blog! Oopsie.

Know what's one of my favorite things ever? Conversations that make you think. Honestly, I absolutely despise small talk. I don't know what it is. But I love talking to people, and small talk just doesn't offer any opportunities to know someone. Not really. I mean, yeah, you can find out someone's favorite color or whether or not they hate snow, but small talk is often forced. I love it when a conversation progresses naturally to something deeper. That, my friends, is a connection that is hard to break.

I have been on such a spiritual high lately. Institute is just awesome. I mean, awesome. We're learning about Church history and the Doctorine and Covenants. I LOVE THE D&C. They're probably my most favorite scripture. I mean, how awesome is it that the Lord still reveals things to his Prophets today? Yes, the scriptures we have are, essentially, a playbook for this life, but there is still so much more that we need! We are so blessed to have such a merciful God.

I saw on the news this morning that there were a total of 32 tornadoes that touched down yesterday. WOW. That is the most we've had in recorded history! The Second Coming has been foretold for over a thousand years, and, as of late, the signs and wonders are everywhere signaling its time. Nations are falling. Wars are constant. Pestilence. Famine. Draught. Poverty. Natural disasters. All these things are occurring daily. Honestly, I used to be quite frightened of the Second Coming. The scriptures made it sound like such a horrific event. But then I realized that once the Savior comes, it will only be horrific to those who aren't worthy. If I live my life in a wholesome manner and abide by my Temple Covenants, I have nothing to fear. How wonderful that Day will be! I hope I am alive to see it. "I will reveal myself from heaven with power and great glory ... and dwell in righteousness with men on earth a thousand years, and the wicked shall not stand." (D&C 29:11)

What a beautiful promise.

The Lord delighteth in the song of the heart

I have been such a slacker with my blog lately! Life has gotten the best of me, it seems.

Last week was pretty exciting. I had my own little hospital excursion at dark thirty last Thursday morning. Luckily it was nothing life-threatening, but it was still monstrously painful. But, because of this, I have an increased testimony of the power of the Priesthood. Prayer is sometimes not enough in situations where help is needed now. The Priesthood is absolutely amazing.

I've noticed something. I really miss singing. Not like singing in the shower, but singing. I miss the arias. I miss the head rush of a particularly high note. I miss the music.

"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." (James 1:17) 

So, why did I stop? Why did I feel the need to stifle the gift the Lord so freely and clearly blessed me with? Jeffery R. Holland said that "we should give the gift of service through our talents." I have started to really take that to heart.

Tonight, while visiting with my YSA leaders in their home, Sheri sat down at the piano and began to play and sing a beautiful song that she had written while she was in college. Alma, her husband, off-handedly said that it would be really neat if we sang a duet sometime. We happily obliged right there on the spot and spent the next half hour or so rummaging through music, stopping to sing the songs we knew well.

I honestly don't know how I could forget so fast and so easily how much music and singing lift me up.

"For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads." (D&C 25:12)

This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption

It's hard to keep your spirits up when you feel the clammy hand of death on your shoulder. Well, maybe it wasn't that extreme, but I was pretty miserable today. As much as I love the fall, I always get sicker than sin. Every. Year.

I've decided to take advantage of my "at home" time and brush up on my instruments. Today, I sat down at the piano and sight read an entire song. That is huge for me, considering I can't read bass clef. I was so stoked, I played it five times in a row. Needless to say, my brother was not happy with me.

I've also been teaching myself guitar. I started this summer, and learned two songs in a week. Then, school started and life got in the way. My guitar stood abandoned in a corner. Today, I picked it up again, heavily dusted it, and strummed an outrageously flat chord. Looks like it's time to invest in a tuner. :)

1 Timothy 4:14 says, "Neglect not the gift that is in thee..." How true that is! The Lord has blessed every one of us with unmeasurable gifts and talents. Why, then, would we not nourish them? If used properly, said talents can be another way to testify of our Savior. They can be used to edify and enrich our lives. No one is denying us of that opportunity but ourselves.

"Words only you can say. Prayers only you can pray. Strength you were meant to give. And you were meant to lift. You don't know the difference you make, but you can change the world." ("Give the Gift" by Jenny Jordan Frogley - EFY 2006)

That song quoted above has touched my life in so many ways, especially those words. We don't know the difference we make. We don't see the big picture. We are all simply instruments in His plan.

"And at all times, and in all places, [we] shall open [our] mouths and declare my gospel as with the voice of a trump, both day and night. And I will give unto [you] strength such as is not known among men."

Tune my heart to sing thy praise

Sundays are, by far, my favorite day of the week. Especially this Sunday.

I talked about the importance of the sacrament a few days ago, but I'm going to reiterate. The Atonement and Sacrament are THE greatest gifts the Lord has given to us. It simply bewilders me why anyone who is worthy would pass up such a magnificent opportunity. Even more confusing is why someone would put off repentance so that they can once again become worthy to partake. Even missing a few short weeks of the Sacrament is a few weeks too many for me. This Sunday was the first in a little while since I've been able to, and it was the most glorious event I have ever been a part of. I could feel the Savior cradling me in His arms, and whispering, "Welcome back, Michelle. I have missed you, and I love you."

My smile is nearly permanent now. Sure, I have gotten frustrated, but those feelings don't linger like they used to. They don't consume me. I deal with it in a more spiritual fashion. The power of prayer is real. The Lord knows your pain and your heart. He is only waiting for you to ask. So, why don't we? Why push away the help that never fails?

Sometimes the easiest questions are the ones that cannot be answered.

We all struggle with forward motion

I apologize for missing yesterday, though I'm not sure if this blog is being read. If not, then I apologize merely for my own peace of mind.

Yesterday I struggled with keeping my optimism up. The trials were fierce, and depressing and often frustrating forces won many battles over me. Luckily, the war isn't over. The only relief I felt was when I was finally able to collapse into the arms of those with similar values. I love my group of friends.

Today was leagues beyond yesterday, and tomorrow will be better still. I had the opportunity to clean the Chapel today, and I created an even better opportunity and cleaned most of it by myself. I was able to walk the halls in solitude, pondering the various questions in my heart and feel the Spirit that place holds. Some questions were answered, while some require more effort.

I have noticed lately that I genuinely like who I am. Well, no. I like who I'm becoming. There are still parts of me that require work, obviously. There always will be. But when I take a good look at myself, I don't hate what I see. I often discover the good points first before noticing the parts that are less desirable. I have come to know that my life has tremendous potential because of the trials I have had in my earlier years, and the trials I have yet to face. Though I in nowise compare myself to him, I can relate to the Prophet Joseph Smith when he said, "It seems as though the adversary was aware, at a very early period of my life, that I was destined to prove a disturber and an annoyer of his Kingdom; else why should the powers of darkness combine against me? Why the opposition and persecution that arose against me, almost in my infancy?" (Joseph Smith History 1:20) 


Unfortunately, life is indeed a battlefield. I know where I stand. Do you?

Just one voice

I had the opportunity to help a friend today through scriptural reference and my own Gospel knowledge. It was a really good feeling knowing that I was being a mouthpiece for the Lord in helping this person know what He would have him know.

The words flowed out of me so easily and so fast that I didn't even know what I was saying until I re-read my message. I was amazed at the small amount of effort I needed to put into such a task. If you do your part, the Lord will accomplish the rest.

I have done well in keeping my spirits up this week, and passing my sunshine onto others. I watch as a simple smile turns into an act of service, a kind word, or a tender embrace. I don't know what troubles are burdening these people, but sometimes a smile is all it takes. Thinking about it just blows my mind. How many people could I have helped in years past and chose not to? How much effort is involved in a smile? How absorbed had I been in my own problems not to realize a silent cry for help?

Life is fragile, but often reparable. "For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it. For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" (Mark 8:35-36)

Wondergirl

There is nothing more beautiful on this earth than being able to partake of the Sacrament. Some people only find the true importance of it when they are unable to have it for a while. Then, on that special Sunday when they are once again allowed to partake, they can feel Heaven smiling down on them as if to say, "Welcome back."

On another note, there are so many good examples around me! A recent convert and friend of mine has been bringing her roommate to church for the past few months. Tonight that girl set a baptism date. How awesome is that?! I've been a member my entire life and never converted anyone. She's been a member for 8 months!! I am so jealous of her willingness, and so anxious for my own mission. Her joy must be so sweet. I cannot wait to see the what happiness I can bring to the people of this world by sharing His gospel.

That's all I've got today. Love!

For a waiting world in need...

Today was a struggle. Waking up this morning with an "I-can-make-my-day-awesome-if-I-want" attitude seemed to open the floodgates to numerous trials.

For one, I didn't hear from a single one of my friends today. At the risk of sounding conceited, that's unusual. However, my smile stayed on my face, and I told myself that they were all living their own lives, and I should live mine.

Then, I worked with some pretty cranky people. It was apparently very clear to them that everything that had ever gone wrong with their phone was somehow my fault. Nevertheless, I smiled my way through it, helped them the best I could, and sent them on their way. I probably could have handled it without a problem if it was only one or two people. But, since it was nearly every customer I interacted with, it got a little draining.

However, I was bound and determined to go on a walk once I got home. I plugged in my iPod, turned on some old EFY songs, and headed out to my park. What had appeared to be a bugless day was then turning into a mosquito-infested evening, and I was quickly discovered as a main course. So, I turned around, got some bug spray, and left for my walk again.

I often find myself at the tire swings when I visit that park, and this time was no different. I sat down for a little while, letting the music wash over me, and soaking in the beauty of the season. Then, out of nowhere, I felt complete and utter peace. I looked around and saw several families playing with their children, or walking their dog, and thought to myself, "I can teach these people. It's my job to spread this happiness. I'm going on a mission."

As I type this, my happiness consumes me. I have purpose, and I can change the world. My voice is small, but it will be heard. I will go and do.

In our eyes they'll see the Light...

It's funny how much your life can change over a year - how different your friends are, how different you are. This time last year, I was living in California, married, 20 pounds heavier, and hadn't even met the people I consider my best friends today. Most importantly, this time last year, I was unhappy. I didn't see the world like I do now. I didn't see the beauty in the things and people around me. I didn't see the beauty in myself.

Cliche? Yes. True? Definitely. Overlooked? Almost always. Real beauty comes from within. Real beauty comes from the light in your eyes. Real beauty is in your smile, your laugh and your love. It's a shame that something tragic often has to happen for people to realize this. It's a shame that there are people on this earth that truly believe that they are ugly. It's a shame that people let unhappiness consume them.

One thing that I have learned in my short life is that there is always a choice. Things happen. Good things. Bad things. That is inevitable. What is beautiful about it is that no matter what happens, we can always make the choice of how to react to it. That is power!

Love, love, love!