Thursday, January 7, 2016

Continued improvement updated

I don't know if anyone still reads this blog or cares to keep up with my story but I this thought I would give anyone an update who was wondering. Around February of 2014 I was given a spinal tap in order to test for some things that may have been causing the migraines. Each thing came back negative for the disease and yet for some reason my migraines went away for a time.  However, that was only temporary although I am extremely grateful for that time of sweet relief.  I began working at the temple cleaning at night and one night the dizziness and the migraine that developed got to be so bad that I almost passed out at work and needed to be driven home.  From that point on I was terrified every time that I experienced some of the symptoms that it was the start of the long road of a constant migraine again.  The headaches returned and more tests were completed all yielding no substantial results.  This past year 2015 I decided to undergo an operation that will hopefully rid myself of this pain as well as improve many aspects of my life while learning more about myself and my risk if breast cancer. I decided to undergo a breast reduction to reduce the pressure on my spine as well as on the rest of my body. The tissue has been sent to pathology to be tested for cancer as well as other abnormalities and I am currently in the recovery phase.  I am very grateful for modern medicine and I know it will be a long journey but eventually I hope to find an end to the migraines, dizziness, numbness, chest pain, and pcos. I am also very grateful for the priesthood as I was given a blessing by my father and his friend before I went in for surgery. This helped to calm some of my nerves and fears and helped me to breathe a little easier before the surgery. Thank you all for your continued support on my journey

Monday, November 3, 2014


A lot has happened since I last wrote.  I'm not going to really get into what has happened this week (I know, I don't write all that often) but I will give a little recap on my life and then talk a little more about my thoughts.  
I have moved from the location I was before to Idaho.  I'm going to school, dating around,working,  and trying my best to be an example of Christ in all that I do and say.  I am being the best member missionary that I can be despite challenges and a busy life schedule.
Today marks a significant day in my life.  It is the day that I was released from wearing the tag on my blouse.  It is the day that I chose to paint it on my heart never to be removed.  It is also the day, 2 years ago, that the paperwork necessary in order to go out and serve were officially submitted for review.
This day brings forth a lot of though and reflection about how I have spent these last 2 years of my life.  I have had a roller coaster of joys and heartache.  I have experienced pain that I cannot put into words both physically, emotionally and spiritually but I have also experienced joy to the same extent.  
I am who I am today because of what I went through in the days that preceded this.  I am far from perfect.  I don't have my life figured out, far from it actually; but I know that there is a plan in place.
Recently, when being set apart(being set apart means that I am given a blessing {see previous posts for definition of blessing} that not only gives me guidance and counsel that I need to accomplish the task but also gives me the authority to accomplish that which is needed ) for a calling (assignment or position within the church in order to help maintain order and help make sure that all people of the congregation are taken care of and have people to help them when they need it) I received some counsel that I feel could benefit some of those who are reading this.  The counsel was that as I put the Lord first in my life, and prioritize my life that the questions I have been pondering in my heart would receive clear answers.  
I know with all the energy of my soul that as we each place the Lord at the top of our lists and take care of the things that are of the most worth (eternally) first that we will be given the time, energy, focus and help to accomplish that which is necessary afterwards.
I love you all!  Feel free to comment, or email me or contact me in some way if you have any questions or comments. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Inviting the Savior Into Our Lives

One day when I really understood what Jesus Christ had done for me, I invited Him to come into the house of my heart. And, as soon as I invited Him, He came, without any hesitation. And, when He was there, He filled the house with joy. And, I wanted to run and tell all the neighbors about my guest and how wonderful it was to have Him there. When everything was settled, I said, "I hope you will stay and feel perfectly at home here." And, He said, "I'm sure I will, and now since we are new friends; why don't you show me around. I would like very much to see the library in the House of your heart." And so I did.

Now in my house, the LIBRARY is very small and has very thick walls and is filled with everything I have read. Books, magazines, news articles, everything I have seen, like T.V. shows, movies, plays; all the Sunday School lessons I have listened to, the sermons, the lecturers, they're all there in the library. And His eyes gazed over all the things that were on the shelf. And, I was a little embarrassed that there was so much trivia there. I wished that more scriptures and church books were really mine and on the shelf. And, I suggested to Him that maybe I could stand a little bit of renovation in this room, and He agreed, that maybe we--together--could add more worthwhile things to the library. You see, the library is a very important room because it's the study so-to-speak of the mind--a sort of control room for the whole house. It affects the lighting, the electricity, and everything else in the house.

And, then He said He would like to see the DINING ROOM; and I took Him in. Now in my house, this is a very large room because this is the room of appetites and desires; and it was stacked with all kinds of boxes and things. And, I told Him I was always hungry, but I never seemed to be satisfied. And He told me that it was because I was eating the wrong things. He said, "If you would diet as I do, you would never feel hunger; for I live on the word of the Lord, the Father." And, then He offered me a taste of it; and it was

delicious--and oh, the flavor of it. And, I agreed with Him that this alone satisfied, and I knew that I would spend less time in the dining room now that He was a guest in the house.

Next, He asked if He could see my WORKSHOP. Now; I had a workshop; it was down in the basement. And, we went down and looked at the workbench and saw all the talents and the skills that were there. But, I hadn't really produced much. He looked everything over and said that I had a lot of good equipment, but that I really hadn't used it to produce much. Oh, there were a few gadgets and trinkets and half finished projects but nothing really of great value. And I said, "Well, if I wasn't quite so busy maybe I could do better.

I know all the tools are there, but I'm awkward and clumsy, and I really don't know how to use them." So, He said, "Would you like to be able to use the tools in your workshop?" And, I said, "Oh yes, would you help me?" And He said, "I was wondering if you would ask me." And, so He stood behind me and put His great powerful hands over mine and guided them, and He showed me how to use the tools in the workshop. And, with His hands directing mine, I marveled at the work of art that came out. And, I said, "Now that you have helped me, I am going to come into the workshop often, and this will be a fun room to come to. Will you always help me?" And He said, "Yes, if you invite me to, but I never come unless I am invited."

And, so we left the workshop and the next room we went into was the DRAWING ROOM. Now, this was a small, quiet, peaceful place in my heart for deep thoughts and meditation, and He seemed pleased with it and comfortable there. And, so He said, "Let's meet here often at least twice a day and we can have long talks together, and you can tell me about all your activities and all your ambitions and all your problems — and we'll talk it over together every day." I thought that sounded wonderful. So, I made an appointment with Him everyday that I would do that; and I did at first, faithfully. But, then I got too busy, and sometimes I would forget to come in the morning. And, sometimes I would forget to come at night. And, sometimes days would go by, and we never had a talk at all. Now, it wasn't that I didn't want to talk to Him, it was just that I was so busy and had a lot to do.

Then, one day as I went to leave, I noticed Him standing in the doorway of the drawing room. And, I said, "Have you been waiting there every morning for me?" And, He said, "Yes, we had an appointment, and you haven't been here for a long time." And I said, "You're a guest in my house, and I have neglected you; and I'm sorry." I had called on Him when I was in need, to come and help me, and He always came, but that was about the way I used Him. When things went well, I didn't really think we needed our chat as well as we did when things were bad. And, so I decided that it had been a very one-sided relationship, and I also realized that He missed me. So, I said, "Maybe there's something I could do for you; you've done so much for me." And, He said, "Yes, there's a great deal you could do for me. I was wondering when you would want to help me."

"I have so many projects and so many things that need to be done. I could use a good friend like you. For one thing, I have no money in the world at all. I only have yours to use. Would you let me use some of yours? And there are people I just cannot see. I could send you and commission you to go and represent me. Would you do that?" "Yes, of course" I replied. But then one day I got rebellious and I said, "You demand too much of me. Can't I have anything to myself? After all, I have things I want to spend my money for, and you're always there needing something." Now that wasn't a very nice way to treat a person, especially a guest. And, then He said, "Look at the things of my projects, and who benefits from them." And, then I really was ashamed because everything I did benefited me as well. as others and not Him personally. So I continued His work.

And, then one day, He said, "There is a peculiar odor in this house, and it's coming from that locked closet. And, although you've let me go into every room in the house, that one door has always been locked, and you've never let me in." Now that made me mad! I had let Him into every room in my house; I ran and did His errands for Him; I let Him use my money, and now He wanted to look in my secret closet. So, I said "I hold the key, and I will not let you in that closet. It's very small, only about 2 feet by 4 feet. The rest of my

house is large enough and is perfectly presentable; so it shouldn't make any difference." And He said, "I cannot stay in this house if you do not give me the key to the closet." And so. He left.

Oh, I was sad. And, great despair and gloom and depression came over me. Because you see, once having had Him as a guest in my home, life was unbearable without him. And, so I went and tearfully pleaded with and I begged Him, "Come back, and I will give you the key to the closet and I will withhold nothing from you--I cannot stand to live without you." And, so I gave Him the key, and He opened it. And, then quickly and efficiently He cleansed out those things that were dead and rotten that I wanted to feel were not there and wanted to ignore. He cleaned the whole closet out, fumigated it, painted it, and He made it perfectly acceptable. Afterwards, I said, "I'm so ashamed that you know what was in my closet." And, then He said, "Why I see only a house that is totally acceptable to me."

And, then I knew why I loved Him so. And why of all my biggest of brothers only this one could love me enough to clean out my closet. And then, He said, "You know, I've cleaned out so many closets, but it's a strange thing. I can never remember afterwards what was in them."

After a few moments, I said, "I get so tired of cleaning all the time, I go from one room to the other trying to keep up in the drawing room, in the dining room, the workshop, and in the library, but I always seem to be behind. I was wondering if you could take over the whole house like you did the closet, and you could be the owner, and I would be the guest and sort of helper or servant. And we'll switch positions. Instead of me calling on you to help me, you can call on me to help you. Is it possible?" And, He said, "Why yes, that's why I came the first time you invited me." So, I ran and got the deed to my house and I signed it over to Him, and I said, "It is

yours it belongs to you, and I withhold nothing from you."

After I gave Him the deed, He immediately started remodeling the house because He was not content to own a cottage. He was the architect, the planner, the builder, and told me eventually we would end up with a magnificent castle. It would take a while to build, but we would build it together. So, He started the remodeling. He was the master of the house, and I was the servant, and I did whatever He bid. And, there were times when clouds came and gathered around the house, clouds of war, hate, and sin. And they beat on the house and demanded entry. But because He was the Lord of the house, it has a firm foundation and none of it was allowed to enter. Inside the house there was warmth, peace, and tranquility regardless of what was outside.

He told me as time went on that He would move my house to another city. He would take care of all the arrangements, and I wouldn't even have to know the day it took place or when. He said that I would' be in a city where He had the deed to all the houses and there would be no storms' or darkness~; and I would like the neighbors better. It sounded wonderful, and I looked forward to it with eagerness. And, I looked back so long ago when I first invited Christ to come into the house of my heart as a guest, and thought about the many years it took to have the courage to give Him the deed to the house. And I wondered why I had been so stingy and had

reluctantly wanted to turn it over because He showered me with gifts and took care of all the remodeling, and I was always the debtor.

(Author Unknown)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

I know it has been a while.  I don't know if anyone is still reading this blog but for some reason I feel prompted to post something on here.  I don't know if this will help someone, if anyone will even read this or not, or if it is just a way for me to get thoughts out that would otherwise remain in my mind.
Experiences.  Emotions. Thoughts.
Have you ever been doing something that you thought would feel one way and it turns out to be a trigger for all other sorts of emotions?  Maybe it's a conversation you are having with a close friend or a vacation that you had planned for a long time? Maybe it's completing a stressful task or just going about a daily activity.  We all have little things that bring forth emotions.  Sometimes it is a song, or a phrase that someone says.  Sometimes it is seeing someone from the past or nothing that you can put your finger on when all of a sudden you get this surge or emotions and thought and a day that was going one direction might make a complete 180.
Right now I am having one of those moments.  I'm not going to get into detail.  Detail is not necessary for the point that I am trying to make at this current time.  Those who want to know are welcome to ask me.
As I go through this experience I think of something a very wise person from my past said.. "Do your best every day; however, each day your best is different.  Your best on a day when you are sick is not the same as your best on a day when you are feeling extremely healthy."
Right now I want to talk about how to do your best when you are feeling completely down.  When you are feeling like your best can only be getting up out of bed and walking from your bed to another spot.  When you feel like your best is waking up and getting up rather than just going back to bed.  Those days when, as a woman, you look in the mirror and all you see are your flaws.  All you can think about is who you wish you could be and how far away you are from getting there.  
I have had those days.  I have had many of those days.  I know I am not perfect.  I know I am far from it, however, I know that I am who I am today because of my imperfections.  I am where I am today because of how my imperfections, because of how I have responded to the trials and situations placed before me; imperfections and all.
The other day, while listening to a CD with scripture mastery songs and conference talks on it, a talk came on that really changed my perspective on what it means to be perfect; what it means to be a woman; and who I really am.
During this time when so much of the media is telling women that they need to act a certain way or be a certain size, or look like one thing or another I feel like women have forgotten who they are.  I know I have at times.  Please remember who you are.  If you don't feel you can do so, I invite you to pray and ask your Father in Heaven to show you who you are in His eyes, to see yourself as He sees you.
Have an amazing day.  I love you all!

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Long Needed Return

As life becomes crazier my drive to write this blog becomes smaller and smaller.  Today however I feel empowered.  I would be extremely selfish if I didn't share with those willing to listen of my most recent lightbulb moment.  It was a lightbulb that wasn't entirely out, I had seen the light from it multiple times and in multiple places in my life, but recently I was finally able to determine what it was.
A little recap of what has happened in my life recently.  Thing haven't been going my way.  I served a mission and I got sick.  I came home to many friends no longer being active in a church they once seemed so strong in, but even worse, they became infrequent in the gospel.  Many family members and friends made decisions while I was gone  and those decisions had an effect on me and all around them.  I started dating a guy and it all seemed to be going well until one day when it wasn't.  I was left heart broken and felt like I couldnt pick up all the pieces.  I began missing the areas that I had served it.  I missed being part of something bigger than myself.  I missed waking up at 6:30 (thats the time missionaries wake up) and putting on a nametag every morning.  I missed what I thought was what made up the mission.
I considered finding a way to return to the field.  To pick up where I left off.  I considered leaving and just making a new start where I was far away from everyone and nobody knew my story so I could just write my own.  All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I tried to just survive each day emotionally.
I noticed at that time that my prayers and scripture study had been lacking.  I wasn't finding the joy that I once found in hearing the word of God.  I was going to church and doing the bare minimum in my callings just because it was something that I knew I needed to do, but not something that I wanted to do.  I was becoming more and more spiritually inactive and I didn't even notice it.
Luckily, I am blessed to know that when you mess up once it is not the end.  To know that there is a chance to change and to not be who I was becoming.  There is that chance because of Jesus Christ.  He not only died on the cross and was raised from the dead 3 days later, but he also lived for me.  Every moment of  his life on earth was part of that sacrifice that he made.  He lived a perfect life, an example that I can follow.  He spoke of scripture study and prayer.  He spoke of Sabbath day worship and being clean.  He spoke of the decisions that I needed to make in order to return to spiritual activity.
As I changed my bad habits into good ones again and as I prayed to know the way I began to feel the peace that I once felt on the mission; the peace that I was looking for without really knowing it.  The more I studied the more opportunities that opened up to share the gospel and to strengthen those around me that I loved.  
My God is a loving God.  He is a caring God.  He knows what is best for me and He knows the right timing for me.  He is truly the person that I need to give not only my heart to, but everything that I am because in reality, it is all His.  
On my mission I remember reading a story.  I can't remember the title and if and when I find a link to it I will put it up here, but it was a story about a house.  It was a house that was a bit of a fixer-upper.  One day the Savior came to stay at the house.  As a payment for staying he would do work around the house.  He would clean and fix things.  He would organize and dust.  He was allowed to be everywhere except for this one closet.  It was a closet that was messy and dirty and hid all the secrets.  Later in the story the owner of the house realizes that they don't want to have those secrets anymore.  They give the deed of the house to the Lord and He lets the owner still live there.  
I don't remember the details but I know that as I read it I thought of how I needed to give my will to the Lord.  Give Him my all and let Him be in control of what was happening in my life.
My life hasnt gone the way I had planned.  Every plan I had for the most part has changed completely in the last few months, but I know that it will all work out in the end.  I choose to give my will to the Lord and just follow what He asks me to do.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Homecoming talk

"Attitude. A little thing that makes a big difference" That quote was painted on my wall for about 10 years. I woke up and looked at it every morning. I read it over and over and yet… I never really understood it until the mission. For those of you who knew me growing up, a mission was always something within my life plan. It was never really something I questioned. It was never something I doubted. It was just something I was going to do at one time in my life or another. I had always wanted to serve a mission. Day by day and moment by moment life took place. It had its ups and its downs. Slowly I began to approach the age in which the dream of serving a mission could become a reality. Each little triumph, as well as each tragedy preparing me for the journey that would lay ahead. Each little thing making a big difference. The moment finally arrived. It was finally here and I thought it was going to be so different from what it was. I thought the MTC was just a place where I learned how to teach. It's not. It's a conversion center. It's a place where if you begin the true conversion process for yourself. While there I learned things about myself that I never would have known had I not served. I learned new techniques of problem solving and I began to seriously study The Book of Mormon for the first time in my life. I had read it. I had thought I studied it but not in the same way. I learned that in order to help others come to Christ you have to be there yourself. Nothing major happened while I was at the MTC. Nothing life changing happened. Well… It didn't happen all at once. But my life was changed during those 6 weeks. Then comes my adventure into Iowa. I'll take from my journal an entry from the first day out into the real world. "today I woke up really early, got on the bus, got to the airport, and talked to my family on the phone. After I got on the plane and flew to Denver colorado where some amazing things happened. I sat down and began talking with this one young man. He didn't look like he was in the greatest moment of his life. He looked like he had struggled a lot. He was turning 19 in a week. He had dropped out of high school October of Sophomore year. He got involved in some drugs and alcohol early in his life and was currently going in and out of some different rehab programs. He had just received his 90 day sobriety chip. As we talked he opened up. He came to a point in his life where he felt lower than he ever had. He had reached what he saw was rock bottom, He needed to clean up his life and he was ready for change. I felt prompted to give him a Book of Mormon before he got on his plane. Urged him to read Alma 36 where a man named Alma, who had a similar past to this young boy, tells his son of how he straightened up his life and ended up becoming a powerful missionary." I don't know what happened later in his story. I don't know if he read the Book of Mormon or thought I was just some crazy religious person but I know that the story he told me has forever changed me. It's something I will always remember. Those little decisions he made got him to where he was and it would be little decision that would get him to the next stage of his life as well. Later on as I got assigned to my first area and began getting to know the people there another curveball was thrown my way. No more than 6 weeks in the mission field and health problems began to arise. My companion and I took it day by day. Some days were better than others. Each day when I wasn't in pain I saw as a blessing. It was my tender mercy of the day. The little things that make a big difference. While in this area I had the opportunity to meet a lot of amazing families. Many from this branch were either converts themselves or they were closely related to the convert in their family. Often times the conversion story began with a story like "Life wasn't going the way I had planned and then everything changed." One brother had gone to a lot of different churches looking for one that he liked and couldn't find one until one day he walked into an LDS chapel and someone was talking about agency, or the ablility to choose. A little thing that made him continue to listen. Eventually it lead to him getting baptized and then later introducing his wife to the gospel, her getting baptized, and eventually them getting sealed in the temple. Another family I got really close with. The husband's family came into the church at a very young age. The wife had just been baptized a few years before. They had a beautiful daughter and when I met them, had another on the way. They had wanted to keep coming to church but life just got in the way. When the drive to church is 45 minutes one way and you have a toddler to get ready for 9am church sometimes it's hard to see the point. They kept meaning to come. They kept meaning to have scripture study… but.. it just never seemed to happen. It was just those little things that kept getting in the way. Until one day when everything finally clicked. Their daughter, only 3 years old, kept telling her mom that she wanted to go to church and would pick out a dress on Friday that she could wear on Sunday. They made it to church for the first time right after their second daughter was born and that began the process. We helped them download things like Children's scripture stories to their ipad. And told them ways that they could study their scriptures. Helped them realize that even reading one verse a day will slowly change their lives. Since then, things haven't been easy for them, but they are sticking with it. They are trying their hardest to keep doing the little things because now they realize that the little things become the big things. While I was out I was blessed to have some amazing leadership. From teachers at the MTC to Mission presidents and everything in between. Because of the health challenges that I faced I was also blessed to receive quite a few priesthood blessings. I knew they were powerful before the mission but I can now say without a doubt that I know that they are in fact Heavenly Father talking to His children directly. I am so grateful for Priesthood leaders who were worthy to hold the priesthood and who responded to the promptings of the spirit. Who listened as they gave me the blessings. It was during those times that I knew more than ever that I was on the right path. That the little things I was doing were the little things that built up the path of where I needed to be. Every blessing that I received had one thing in common. It was the subject of my farewell talk, and it was one of the biggest lessons that I learned while I was out on the mission. It was that of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. As a young missionary, Elder Orson F. Whitney, who later served as one of the 12 apostles, had a dream that forever changed his life. This dream explains more fully something that I couldn't put into my own words. He says"One night I dreamed … that I was in the Garden of Gethsemane, a witness of the Savior's agony. … I stood behind a tree in the foreground. … Jesus, with Peter, James, and John, came through a little wicket gate at my right. Leaving the three Apostles there, after telling them to kneel and pray, He passed over to the other side, where He also knelt and prayed … : 'Oh my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless not as I will but as Thou wilt.'

"As He prayed the tears streamed down His face, which was [turned] toward me. I was so moved at the sight that I wept also, out of pure sympathy with His great sorrow. My whole heart went out to Him. I loved Him with all my soul and longed to be with Him as I longed for nothing else. "Presently He arose and walked to where those Apostles were kneeling —fast asleep! He shook them gently, awoke them, and in a tone of tender reproach, without the least show of anger or scolding, asked them if they could not watch with Him one hour. … "Returning to His place, He prayed again and then went back and found them again sleeping. Again He awoke them, admonished them, and returned and prayed as before. Three times this happened, until I was perfectly familiar with His appearance —face, form, and movements. He was of noble stature and of majestic mien … the very God that He was and is, yet as meek and lowly as a little child. "All at once the circumstance seemed to change. … Instead of before, it was after the Crucifixion, and the Savior, with those three Apostles, now stood together in a group at my left. They were about to depart and ascend into heaven. I could endure it no longer. I ran from behind the tree, fell at His feet, clasped Him around the knees, and begged Him to take me with Him. "I shall never forget the kind and gentle manner in which He stooped and raised me up and embraced me. It was so vivid, so real that I felt the very warmth of His bosom against which I rested. Then He said: 'No, my son; these have finished their work, and they may go with me; but you must stay and finish yours.' Still I clung to Him. Gazing up into His face—for He was taller than I—I besought Him most earnestly: 'Well, promise me that I will come to You at the last.' He smiled sweetly and tenderly and replied: 'That will depend entirely upon yourself.' I awoke with a sob in my throat, and it was morning." As He suffered the most agonizing thing anyone will ever suffer, His best friends slept. No little thing and yet… His response. So gentle, so kind, so loving. A little thing that shows His character. Later Judas, someone who should have been one of His closest friends, betrays Him with a kiss on the forehead for 30 pieces of silver. In the process, one of the men trying to take Christ gets his ear cut off with a sword and Jesus heals him. A little thing that once again, shows His character. That even though He had just gone through the worst things He could have possibly endured, He still turned outward and helped those who hurt Him. Over time, the little things in our lives shape our character. Little things make up the whole. The grass doesn't spring up full grown by eruption. It rises up and increases as noiselessly and gently as not to disturb an angel's ear. The rain does not fall in masses, but in drops. The planets do not leap in their orbits but inch by inch, line by line, they circle their orbits. Intellect, feeling, habit, character all become what they are through the influence of little things. In morals and religion it is by little things; little actions, that everyone of us is going. not by leaps, but by inches to reach our eternal goals. In order to reach the goals Christ has for us, we must be obedient to the prophetic teachings Christ would have us follow. Don't rationalize away future happiness by taking shortcuts instead of applying sound gospel principles. Remember little things lead to big things. Seemingly insignificant indiscretions or neglect can lead to big problems. More importantly however, simple, consistent, good habits, lead to a life full of bountiful blessings. I know that by small and simple means are great things brought to pass.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I have been thinking a lot lately about how technology is everywhere.  It can be used for great things or for things.. not so great.  I want to help flood the internet with wonderful things.  I want to try to share what I believe and provide opportunities for others to share what they believe as well.  Nobody is perfect.  Everyone believes in something, whether it is a religion, certain moral/personal standards, a goal that they have, a friend that they trust, trust in general.  I want to provide an opportunity where others can learn about beliefs in general.  Where we can all come together as human beings and share with one another how we feel about certain subjects.  Questions we have, things we wonder about.  I don't know everything.  In fact, I know very little.  But... I am willing to put in the effort and research it.  If you have a question please leave it in the comment section.  If you want to read about my take on one thing or another, please let me know.
I can honestly tell you that I don't care what  your religion is or what your background is.  I don't care if you want to make the same sort of life decisions as me or not.  I do however care that respect is shown for each other.  That we all, no matter our beliefs, look out for one another because whether you believe we are all Sons and Daughters of a Heavenly Father, meaning we are all siblings with a divine nature and destiny; or if you think we all formed from a small particle of basic nothingness and eventually evolved into what we are.  Whether you believe we are all reincarnated and are living a life based on how you lived in a previous life or that once we die everything is done. It's all over.   None of that matters to me.  I think something that we can all agree on however is that we are all human beings.  We all look different.  We all make different choices.  We have all gone through different things.  We all need someone to look out for us.  Someone who cares about us no matter the decisions we make.  Please, let me be that person.  Let me help each of you whether its through this blog or some other means.  I believe that there is a God.  I believe that He wants us to take care of each other.  In the New Testament of the Bible,  Jesus the Christ, during His last public discourse said,(found in Matthew Chapter 23 verses 42-45) " 42 For I was an ahungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:

 43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

 44 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

 45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the aleast of these, ye did it not to me."

The last thing He said to the people publicly is to take care of one another.  He didn't care if they were rich or poor, Jew or Gentile.  He wanted them to look out for one another. Please, especially during this time of year, please, look out for your neighbors, friends, and even strangers on the street.  Take a little extra time to smile or wave at someone.  Please help those who are in need, whether they realize the need themselves or not.  All of us are in need of something.  

I know that this post has been a little all over the place today, but I know that the message I wanted to get out got out.  

I love each and every one of you.  Thank you for reading and being a part of this world.


Hermana Bricker