I am constantly impressed with how God has continued to answer my prayers.  I am impressed with how much he loves me.  

I am a weak woman.  I am a faulted woman, and yet he continues to love me and give me so very much.

I feel strengthened everyday by him.  I feel determined to progress.  It is because of my God, that I will never stop moving forward.  I will make a difference and share all I can because it is the least I can do.

All I have in this life is because of him.  Therefore, all I do in this life must be for him.

I am humbled.

I walk forward in faith, recognizing constantly, the blessings, even though at times they are hard to see, that he has placed in my life.

I am blessed.

Here Am I

“Between now and the day the Lord comes again, He needs women in every family, in every ward, in every community, in every nation who will step forward in righteousness and say by their words and their actions, ‘Here am I, send me.’

“My question is, ‘Will you be one of those women?’”¹³

I hope each of us can answer with a resounding “Yes!” I close with the 

Elder M. Russell Ballard

Fears

I have daily fears.

Fears of getting stuck.

Fears of not pursuing my dreams.

Fears of not traveling.

Fears of not making a difference.

Fears of being like every one else.

If there is anything I have learned it is that fear  does not come from God but is placed before us as a barrier to inhibit us from reaching our full potencial.  I will not allow fear to stand in my way.

to believe

I am not an artist, a painter, a musician.
I have never thought of myself as creative or flowing with ideas.
I am not a writer or a poet, though I ache to be so.

But I am a believer.
I am a searcher.

I am a believer in people and in their good nature.
I search for them daily.
I believe in their ability to love and to give, to change and to grow.
I believe in knowing people and not just knowing their surface but in truly digging deep and knowing the very essence of who they are.

Why are they them?
Why are they where they are?
What makes them move?
What makes them wander?
What makes them happy?

I want to understand people.
I want to write about people.
I want to remember people.

I want to believe in people.

Music

Im delving back into music.

Im listening again.

Im living again.

Im writing it all down.

Im loving it again.

Books

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 
                       -Jack Kerouac "On The Road"

After finishing "East of Eden", I have finally begun a new book.  "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac.  It is incredible to me how fulfilled I feel these days.   All of my days are spent at the Provo library, consumed in stories or studying spanish.   I find peace and direction in the hours spent reading and studying.  My life feels more rich.
 
I can't help but be grateful to them, the authors who have shared with me such sacred experiences.  They allowed themselves to be vulnerable and gave.  And because of them, my mind has been opened and I have come to appreciate even more the interactions I have with people and value more, the moments spent in nature.

Smith Hill

"...he was left unto himself"

Moses 1:9

 And the ^apresence of God withdrew from Moses, that his ^bglorywas not upon Moses; and Moses was left unto himself. And as he was left unto himself, he ^cfell unto the earth.


There are times in our lives when we are "left unto ourselves".  It is not due to sin or our own faults but it is because we need the time to think, to ponder, and to grow.  We need to find our passions and ourselves.  

I am "left unto myself".

Tonight, I find my thoughts turn to you:

The boy who I once loved,
 
the boy who I once left.

Never did I imagine that leaving you would bring about the most miraculous event of my life.

In leaving you,  I found myself.


I prayed for you every night.

I longed to hear from you, even to hear just one sentence, but I knew that we needed to travel our separate roads.


And in returning,  I found you.

No longer a boy but a man.