Assignment Papers

Do you ever feel like you work really hard at a writing assignment, or that you are happy with your final product? Do you then turn it in and no one ever reads it besides your professor? Just Real Quick, this is one such paper:

Do you know what it feels like to wake up after dreaming your cat has e-coli? Have you ever been thankful for potassium? Normally I would answer those questions with the response, “Not that I can remember.” Although these questions are interesting, one might be wondering, “What does this have to do with reading The Book of Mormon?” Allow me to explain. One day I read about when Alma gives his son Helaman the record (Alma 37:2) and Alma says to his son, “...I also command you that ye keep a record of this people, according as I have done, upon the plates of Nephi, and keep all these things sacred which I have kept... for itis for a wise purpose that they are kept.” That verse helped me realize that I should be better at keeping a regular journal.I made a commitment to do so. I tried throughout this semester to keep up in that commitment. I did not keep my journal as well as I originally hoped However, I did keep one, and I did learn and grow a lot from the experience. I feel I am a better record keeper than when I started the semester and I think that is one of the “wise purpose[s]” that God had in mind when His Spirit touched me as I read Alma 37:2.
This goal to start writing in my journal started as (in my own words) a “hope to have a greater understanding of God's hand in my day to day life, as well as remember those experiences and be able to thank him for them.” I found it hard to write in my journal daily. I wanted meaningful entries and some of my entries show exactly how difficult it was and how at times I had little time to write. I did try to catch up regularly. I was able to write on almost every Sunday and express my thoughts about the week, something I had stopped doing after my return from my mission. My entries ranged from small entries (i.e.-“I love Heavenly Father even though I got an 80 on my ECON Exam”-Nov. 2nd) to a poem I decided to write on a whim and a long entry about a volunteer experience I had at the ER. I had a hard time figuring out a way to write entries that were meaningful, rather than boring tracking logs, but over time I felt my entries improved.
Here are a few of the entries where I saw the hand of God in my life. I would have forgotten about them if I had not kept a written record of it. This entry was on November 16th (about the previous week), and it taught me how much Heavenly Father really knows and loves me. “Last Monday night I had a dream it was the second coming. ...I remember seeing Jesus surrounded by children, my heart was so full of joy and I loved being a part of it. I then remember getting close to Him and Him saying, 'I don't remember your name' and [He turned] away. I was crushed, my heart had fallen. I woke sad and lonely. That [same day] at devotional the subject was God doesn't forget about you and He knows your name. It was very timely and I felt overwhelmed and knew that God does not forget about me.” Although the dream hurt I knew that the talk had more power in my life because of my dream. I then recorded how I thanked the devotional speaker and was reminded that Heavenly Father has a very special and unique plan. I realized that His ways are higher than mine and that I shouldn't be saddened by set backs. Truth is truth, never worn out or changed. God will always know me.

Another experience involving God and his role in my life was the first day that I volunteered at the emergency room. October 22nd-”...It started when I got lost in the hospital on the way back from the place we clock in...it was taking me awhile to get back. Someone then asked...if I was lost. I said, 'I'm just heading back to Triage.' the lady then said, 'Are you mormon?'...'Would you be able to assist in administering a blessing to someone?'. What a wonderful feeling it was to say Yes...it felt very humbling to be able to be a part of... [The lady who needed the blessing and I] talked for awhile after and I found out she [grew up with my mom.]” I have learned Heavenly Father does not misplace his children, including his children in college. My many journal entries of volunteering at the hospital have taught me to be thankful that “I am grateful to not need a chest tube put in me” and “I think it would be okay not to be a X-ray tech.”
My entries got less and less boring throughout the semester, and I started doing something else to “be able to thank [God] for [my experiences where I saw His hand in my life.]” One day (September 19th) I realized a way that my entries could be more unique, meaningful and full of gratitude. I saw my sister write in her journal a list of one through five, and at the top of the list was the line “5 things I am grateful for today.” I decided to write weekly lists, and explain the reasons why I was grateful. I also included thoughts or neat/funny stories that made me especially grateful. These “Five things I am grateful for” lists are very helpful to look back on. I smile and thank God over and over again each time I read that I am thankful for New Zealand, sleep, my education, living prophets who have authority, spontaneous awesomeness, ovens, the U.S. Constitution, repentance and the Atonement, photosynthesis (because then I can eat my fruits and veggies—especially broccoli), classical music, fake glasses, months that have thirty one days (that way I don't have to mess around with my watch to fix the day), faithful conversations with God through prayer, getting a 90% on an exam right after getting an 80% on the one before, the end of daylight savings, hair (one day I might not have it), oxygen, 100 grand candy bars, and the protecting power of temple covenants. This list only names a few of the things for which I am grateful, but I have learned to recognize more fully those things. I record them for the wise purpose of remembering them.

I give thanks to God for helping me learn to be grateful. I acted on a small prompting to be better at writing in my journal. I learned a lot from my experience in journal writing. I hope to continue to write meaningful stories about my life experiences. I do know what it feels like to wake up after dreaming my cat has e-coli (I felt sick to my stomach and felt that “I didn't want to get out of bed, because I thought I would throw up, but got up anyway.”) I also apparently was grateful for potassium during the week of October 17th because “my eye was twitching and I recently learned that potassium makes that stop, so I ate a banana.” Those experiences are in my journal. I am grateful to God that I have the Book of Mormon. I feel closer to Him as I live the principles found therein. I know that the Book of Mormon came forth at this time for a wise purpose. I feel that keeping a journal has helped me see the wise purpose that God's plan has for me. I can look back, see my growth, and give thanks for record keepers and the things they write.

Harry Potter

The latest Harry Potter is such a good movie. It follows the book almost perfectly.

I have seen it twice...

So far.

Mountain Journey

Today I was looking at the mountains on the way to school. The bottoms are all green and the fall colors visible, then as you move up the mountain it gets whiter and whiter until at the very top it is a white capped mountain. It was very inspiring.


Just real quick, I want to be like this mountain. Continually becoming whiter and whiter until when I am at the top I can be clean and beautiful and pure.

Winter and looking good

I am a big fan of winter and snow.

Why? You might ask.... and just real quick this is what I would say.


Because I have a awesome sweater that makes me look really attractive, and an awesome coat that is super classy fancy.

Greatest Fears

If any one ever asks what my three greatest fears are, just real quick, I would tell them:

1. Death by semi truck.

2. Getting kidnapped in the middle of the night while I'm asleep.

3. Getting my skin eaten off by giant spiders.

If it was a girl who I am not supposed to seem wimpy around who asked, I would say:

The Tickle Monster!

Homework-Because I don't already have a blog about it.

Sometimes having a lot of homework is quite intense.

Especially when you finish it in the middle of the class right before its due.

Thank goodness for wireless internet in classrooms.

Hello my name is....

Have you ever seen those stickers that say "Hello my name is..." and then you are supposed to write in them your name.

I think everyone should have stickers like that all the time, then every time you saw a pretty lady you could look at the name tag and say "Hi [your name is]" I think your nice fancy coat looks great.

That would be nice.

DNA Replication

I am learning about DNA replication right now and boy is it fascinating. (I am not trying to sound sarcastic in any way)

A tiny cell contains the DNA it needs to replicate and synthesize the various proteins it necessary to function. It also contains the information for everything else, and I mean everything else (even if it is just a tiny skin cell), in the body.

Its super.

One day it would be really cool to understand the big picture of how things are created and the essentials of the DNA code.

But for now, I am pretty sure it did not just spontaneously happen after a big bang.

There is too much order and perfection.

I think it was God. Who loves us and wants that we are happy, as well as that we have the capacity to make protein without even thinking about it.

He knows I have a lot of other things to think about.

Heart Prayers

Have you ever just thought to yourself that a certain small thing would be a wonderful addition to your day or life.

Just real quick, for example, this afternoon I was very thirsty. I had lost my water bottle and thought to myself, I just would love it if I could find my water bottle again. It had been missing for a few weeks.

It was just a thought, but at the same time it became what I like to call a "heart prayer." Part of my heart sincerely wanted a water bottle, so that I did not have to repeat the lack of water I experienced today.

Funny thing about heart prayers is that I have a tendency to forget about them. The same was true about this heart prayer until this evening.

My mom sent me a text with the words, "Did you have a grey water bottle?" I replied yes, but it has been lost.

Her response was "I found it under the seat in my car."

It was then, as the Lord answered it, that I remembered my heart prayer.

Planner

I am a person who loves having people and purpose in my life.

Give me a group of friends and tell us to do something just real quick and I will have a joyful experience.

Put me in a classroom and tell me to learn... I will be happy.

I love being busy, having things to do, and people to do them with.

What is there to help me accomplish all that I need to? Well, that is where my planner comes in.

Yes. I use a planner. I love it actually.

Every night I plan my next day and make sure I have everything done that I need to do. I write down thoughts, ideas, things to do, and the occasional drawing throughout the day. At the end of the night I am able to review my day and see where I can improve the next day.

I love a day where my planner is full. I know that that day was time well spent.

Stolen Blessings

Just real quick, this is a semi long story made into a blog about my first experience in buying a car.

It started awhile ago with me deciding I wanted to save up money and buy a car. I worked really hard and saved up money as best I could. And finally I had enough to buy a decent car. I budgeted to make sure I could pay for all of it and wouldn't have to go into debt.

Then came the searching.


My dad and I (because first car buying should always involve your father) looked online at the car ads and wrote down six or seven we wanted to visit and then went to bed for the evening. We slept well, knowing that we had some good cars and a plan to make this purchase happen. I needed the car that next day and we knew we would get it.

The next morning we went on the website for "one last look" for deals.

We found an awesome deal. A really nice car, and a very good price, and needing to be sold quick. At the time it was exactly what we wanted.

My dad called the man and spoke to him. He told my dad that he needed a down payment on it so that he would hold it for us. My dad then called me and had me go meet the man and give a $400 down payment. We got a receipt for it and had his promise that he would hold it. The excitement filled the air and I was so happy with the thought that I would be a car owner that night.

That night came and my parents and I went to his house to meet up with him. We drove there and were suprised by what we found when we got there.

He apparently lives in the cemetary.

He lied to me. He stole my money. The happiness at the thought I had for the future with my own new car was gone. I felt empty. I had been robbed. What a horrible man?! Why oh Why?!?! These thoughts were just a few of my thoughts.

We called the police and started an investigation. What else could we do? We prayed that all would work out. I have faith it will.

Funny thing about car shopping though is:

I still needed to buy a car.

With four hundred dollars less of a budget we went back to car shopping.

We went to the next one on the list and saw a car that didn't run very well, had a super bad paint job and needed a lot of work. I told my dad "it isn't as nice as the fake one" and we moved on.

By this time I was done with the whole car shopping thing. It had been a horrible day and I felt like I had be robbed by Satan himself. I asked if we could go home.

On the way home my mom said that she had a friend who was selling a car we could look at, so we decided we would look at one last one.

He was asking $2000 dollars for a pretty nice car that needed some minor fixes. I felt really good about this car, but wasn't about to go handing my money away.

I offered him $1000.

He said, "How about $1500?"

I said "$1000 cash."

Deal.

It ended up being a really great deal. A blessing. With the four hundred stolen and the one thousand dollars it was less then I had budgeted for. Some of the repairs were simple fixes that saved me about four or five hundred dollars that I thought I would need to spend to get the car running again.

A man stole from me, but still I was the one blessed.

Laughing all the Way

This past weekend I think I had one of the funnest road trips in my entire life, which is saying a lot.

I am a big fan of a good solid road trip, with bonding time, jokes, random screaming, and funny pictures of sleeping people. I have wonderful memories of all of my great trips on the road.

One trip during high school I rode across the country with my parents and grandma, and let me tell you that that trip is not just real quick, so I needed something to occupy my time. My Grandma had her crocheing, my mom had her "happy place" (i.e. she falls right asleep whenever she is in the car.) I decided that I would take a coloring book and crayons. It ended up being a great decision because once I was home I gave my friends a gift from my trip, a page I colored.

Anyway, this past weekend I drove some of my greatest friends to Colorado. I had so much fun and smiled in my heart and laughed the whole way.

You should all road trip sometime.

Inspired Binders

On my desk are two miniature three ring binders. Inside are some paper with words written on most of them. Some pages have drawings or doodles, some contain illegible cursive. Many words are thoughtfully written. Others are just real quick scribbles of quotes made while someone talked.

Those binders alone are worth very little. But to me they are worth something more. The words, sentences, notes, plans, even some of the drawings are inspiration from Heaven.

Little words in a binder. Messages from God.

One binder is full of notes from meetings, trainings, and conferences. Every once and awhile you will see underlines or stars on really great quotes. Scripture references are found in brackets. Arrows point to the main points. Some pages are full of color.

I love that binder. It is black. On the cover is a picture of my family. Behind that picture is my brother's wedding announcement. On the back is a song. Come thou fount translated into Croatian. The words "Ti si Divan, o Nas spase" at the top.

In between pictures of my eternal family and the words "You are wonderful, O our Savior" are found teachings that have changed my life.

The second binder is white. On the cover is a postcard of Christ teaching a little boy. The boy is looking into his face and you can see his focus. On the back is a postcard of Christ in the Americas called "The Bible and Book of Mormon testify of Christ."

I love this white binder of mine. This is my study journal. The words are of things I have learned or that God inspired me to write down.

One tab says talks. The pages that follow are different talks I've written. Many of them I have never given. I love reading them, studying them, and learning from them.

When I receive a prompting I like to write it down and keep in safe.

I know God has blessed me with loads of inspiration found in each of my inspired binders.

A morning in story

Five thirty and a light was just shining through my window. I woke.

I didn't need to go to work until three in the afternoon and I was waking up now. Why? What was the story of today going to be. Why would it start like this?

I was alert, ready for the day, and it was so early. "Why?" I asked myself. "Maybe so I could go back to bed" I thought, but...maybe not. I couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to begin the day and see where it took me. The thought came to me. "You should go running."

I went running. A bright crisp perfect morning for a run. It was grand. The sun was just waking up as well. The mountains were lit like a painting that God had made just for me and had woken me up to see. His excitement to show me the creation of this day seemed palpable in the air. The temperature was the perfect temperature for an early morning jog and I was very impressed.

I then went home and got ready for the day. Sleep had left me. Today was just too great a day.

I read my scriptures and gained a greater understanding of Christ's love for me. My testimony of how Faith in the words of scripture or prophets grew as I read some simple teachings of the Book of Mormon.

Faith can bless us in so many ways. Who knew what you could learn so early in the morning? Another good reason to be woken up by the sunlight at five thirty in the morning.

I felt like God's hand had tapped me awake though that ray of sunlight in the window. That had to be the reason why. After all, I repeat it was five thirty, and why else would it be?

For the day continued...

It continued with a windy afternoon, power outage, and storm clouds, with gloomy colors in the air. I was fine. For, I had the memory of a wonderful peaceful morning. I had the memory of God's hand in the start of the day and knew that life was okay. The storm would pass. I can rest well with the assurance that when I wake I am still part of God's plan. A plan of Happiness. Some of which happiness I found in the just real quick story of my morning.

I learned this morning that its always nice to be woken up by God.

Ubiquitous

I learned a new word today and it was just real quick but it seems to have sparked a lot of thought for me.

The word is Ubiquitous.

I was sitting next to a girl and she asked me what it meant. I said, "I don't know, why?" She replied, "it just came to me but I don't know what it means."

So I looked it up.

It means omnipresent. Being present everywhere at once.

Ubiquitous.

I kind of felt it meant more than that to me at that moment though. As I read the words of what it meant it struck me. Maybe it doesn't just mean omnipresent.

For me it seems to be Heavenly Father reassuring a girl who was about to perform a talent that "Ubiquitous." I'm always there for you.

Ubiquitous. You are not forgotten.

Ubiquitous. There is always hope, guidance and help.

Ubiquitous. Don't forget.

Ubiquitous. With my help everything is possible. Just trust.

Although it was a new word for me, Ubiquitous is eternal.

God is Ubiquitous.

Wonderland

I went to the movie Alice in Wonderland yesterday.

I am not a fan of Tim Burton movies, so I thought I wouldn't like it, and so I didn't go to it for a really long time.

But suprisingly. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I thought it was a great movie about over coming hardships in life and believing in the impossible. In fact believing in "six impossible things before breakfast."

I had thoughts of heaven, and wonderful lands, and conquering giants and believing in yourself and really could apply it to life.

Just real quick I wanted to ask the question that I got from that movie.

Can you imagine it?

Just thinking

I was just thinking about what to blog about today, and I came to a realization.

I am just thinking about blogging probably everyday and can't really come up with stuff all the time.

That got me thinking about why not, and I was just thinking why I couldn't have an all awesome thinking process.

That got me thinking about the thinking process, and I was amazed just to think about how we as humans are capable of thinking.

That got me thinking about how life is a miracle and about how much I am grateful for God.

And thats how, Just real quick, I was just thinking about God's love.

Waking Up

Waking Up. That can be the best time of the day for me, when I realize life is good that today is going to be grand, or oft times it is the time when I realize I am exhausted and I don't want to get up at all, today is going be bad a horrible day.

Either way, for either day, I am right.

It is a good day when you wake up happy. If while waking up I am unhappy the day usually is long and drawn out. My tiredness creates a cloud that seems to follow me throughout the day, raining little thoughts of, "remember how tired you are, how you didn't wake up good, and how life is horrible." Even when it isn't.

What a difference waking up right makes.

Just Real Quick I want to say that I love the feeling I get when I wake up and the first thought comes to mind is: "I am so glad I'm alive. I remember God blessed me so much yesterday and today is going to be a great day. Because I know God will do it again. He loves me for I am His son."

Lets wake up and make a difference, share our blessings, and be happy.

Worldwide Blessings

This weekend I went to the St. George temple for the wedding of one of my really good high school friends. The ceremony did not last as long as I had thought, and I found myself with extra time.

I believe that Heavenly Father wants to bless all of His children, even those who passed away without participating in the ordinances of Salvation (such and Baptism.) In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint is found the authority of the Priesthood, which is the authority to act in God's name to perform such ordinances, and seal families together for time and all eternity.

Ordinances need to be performed here on Earth. For those who died without those blessings we can go to the Temple and perform these ordinances as proxies for (in the place of) those deceased. They can choose to accept or reject the ordinances we perform.

I thought that I would be proxy for some individuals, and perform some of these ordinances of Salvation during the extra time I had. I was proxy for five individuals. The first name was from Mexico, the second from Peru, the third from France, the fourth was born in Hungary, the fifth was from Germany. Five individuals from across the world.

I appreciated this experience, because it taught me that God bestows His blessings worldwide. There I was in St. George Utah, performing ordinances of salvation on behalf of five deceased brothers from across the world.

I learned that God's love encompasses all Earth and Heaven.

Shining

Just Real Quick I give a tribute to another great quote I learned from Akeela and the Bee:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson

"Everyone is as Special as Me"

This is a Just Real Quick quote by C.S. Lewis:

I would prefer to combat the “I’m special” feeling not by the thought “I am no more special than anyone else,” but by the feeling “Everyone is as special as me” (Letters, p. 20).

I hope that becomes true of all of us, that we realize "Everyone is as special as me." I am one of the many choice children of God. As we come to realize that our outlook on life changes and we begin to see the bigger picture. We see that we as inviduals can work together and do miraculous things. As C.S. Lewis goes on to state that all of us are "part of the body of Christ." We special individuals can focus our potential and stregthen others. Working together with the knowledge of who we are encourages us and richly blesses our lives.

"Everyone is as special as me."

I am quite special.

Windows or Bush?

I enjoy looking at homes and deciding what type of things I want my home to have or what sort of thing I don't want to have in my home. Often times I take pictures of the homes I think are interesting.

Here are two such pictures, and these two pictures both taught me an important lesson.



I like comparing these two photos.
Just Real Quick I want you to compare them to yourself.

Which home would you like? Windows or bush?


My choice: The nice big house with the fancy windows.

For me it is not because it is big and magnificent and not because it seems like a rich home. Although those are nice, I would want it because of its doors and windows. It is such a welcoming home, beautiful, and peaceful looking. It would be great to live in a windows home. I would hope to have a home that nothing needs to be hidden or kept out. I want to live a life that can survive a home with loads and loads of windows. (After all nothing is hidden from Heavenly Father anyway.)

I don't want to grow a bush that prevents anyone from coming by and saying hello.

I've learned that God's home has windows. We see into His home through other people, through nature, through prayer, through quiet moments as we think, ponder or read scripture. Sometimes I see into His home most clearly through the simple feelings of peace, comfort and love that the Holy Ghost gives me.

I think there are no bush homes in heaven.

Cereal Thoughts

I eat cereal almost everyday. Seriously, I do.

Milk and cereal possibly are the best inventions in the world. Those two items probably have saved my life many times. Starving moments of a college kid usually are killed by a nice bowl of cereal and milk.

This morning I realized something about cereal that I would like to blog about. I realized that cereal is a thought provoking food.

Thats a weird thought you might be saying to yourself. How can cereal be a thought provoking food? This may not be the case for all of you but this is my Just Real Quick answer...

As I ate my Marshmellow Mateys I all the sudden started thinking. "Today is a good day. I love cereal. I slept so well last night. What do I have going today?" and all the plans I had going started coming together. I thought of my own "Mateys" and friends and realized that Heavenly Father had to be one of my best mates for all He has given me. I was thinking of how I missed being able to play the thought provoking fun games on the back of cereal boxes because mine was in a bag.

I think lots of people have thinking time when they eat cereal.

My thoughts turned to what I had read in The Book of Mormon and how God protected the Sons of Helaman as they "obeyed every word of command with exactness." I wanted to be like them and do the right thing exactly. I felt the spirit encourage me and inspire me all while eating a bowl of cereal.

Each morning these cereal thoughts help my day become better. I am happy knowing that we can feel God's inspiring hand, even through a bowl of kid's cereal.

Cold

This is a post about the cold. Kind of interesting subject that has nothing to do with the awesome weather that we are having at this time I've year, but just real quick I wanted to blog about the cold.

I think the cold is great. Personally I would rather live in a cold area than a hot one. Why? There are many reasons why. I think the biggest reason is that I can always wear more layers or go inside on a cold day and there is not a reciprocal solution when its hot outside.

As well, I absolutely love the snow.

Each snowflake is unique, just like all of us. Every snow storm is majestic to me. Whether it is a blizzard, or the snowfalls with huge snow flakes that come at Christmas time. Its all amazing, and there is good in the cold.

I think surviving the cold is what makes me like it as well. For example, "Did you see that blizzard?" "Yeah, I know, it was crazy, we were out in it for awhile, you don't see that everyday." or "This is nothing, I've been in minus 40 weather, I can survive anything."

The bridge between the death of fall and the life of spring is that cold time of year, winter.

One thing is sure though about cold. Is that it doesn't last forever (unless you are in Antarctica.)

Cold is transitional.

Filled Full

Have you ever filled up your gas tank to full?

What a dumb question that is, we all have.

Have you ever been extremely full that it is painful?

I have.

Well what is it about being filled full that we like so much? Maybe it is the fact that if our vehicles are filled full we don't have to fill them up again for longer amounts of time. Or maybe we don't know when we are going to get to eat such awesome food again, so we stuff our faces and don't stop until its too late.

Well let me, just real quick, switch those two words around.

Fulfilled.

That is not something uncomfortable, painful, or an experience that only happens occasionally. We can feel fulfilled in all we do. Whether it is work, school, family, friends, whatever.

What makes us feel fulfilled?... That is a good question, but I think we are all different and can answer that question on our own. I give it as my opinion though that almost all things we find fulfillment in are found in actions.

I do not feel fulfilled on a rainy day doing nothing. A day sitting around the house does not leave me feeling content.

Do I have a point with this? You might be wondering. These are just real quick thoughts for you. I do have one hope for you though. I hope that you will...

Be filled full with fulfillment.

Where am I?

I just moved.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and the first thought that came to mind was "Where am I?!" My heart was racing a little bit and I was ready to attack anything that would jump out at me. I did not know where I was and it frightened me.

I eventually calmed down and realized where I was. I was home, I was happy, I was in my new room, and I was at peace with it.

This experience got me thinking and just real quick I would like to share some of my thoughts with you.

Where am I? That is a profound question. Where am I?

Am I doing good? Do I have a plan for my life? Am I afraid for the future or am I at peace with the assurance that I know where I am? Or am I lost?

Peace and happiness come to us as we remember the answer. Where are we?

I hope we are all able to know where we are and what we stand for. I hope we have goals that help us stretch. If we do ever feel lost or afraid let us trust in the Lord, remember him, and once again have the assurance and peace that we are in the Lord's hands and He has a plan for us.

One day when we pass on and are no longer here on Earth. I hope we answer the question: "Where am I?" with this one word.

Home.

Change

What a glorious thing change is.

I am happy that that is truth. I love change. I love a day where it starts out snowy and by mid day the sun is shining bright. I love that we do not always remain children but rather we grow and develop into people, friends, mentors, and adults.

Life is meant to change.

Boy changes to man, Girl to woman, young to old, fat to skinny (and sometimes the reverse), Sin turns to repentance and forgiveness, Saddness to happiness, doubt changes to faith.

Today I decided to change and started a blog. Maybe we can all change as a result.