Spring Cleaning for my Brain.

This week's post is going to be a little like my journal entries; random blurbs about random stuff in random order. I think like a 16 year old so bear with me.



Turns out the dashing young lad I asked to Sadies got knocked out cold, or, as his friend--who's elbow it was--so nonchalantly put it, "Went night-night" in basketball practice. Luckily I saw him at church today and, despite the black eye, he was laughing and joking as usual so I think he'll be alright. Good thing the dance isn't until the 26th.

Hey...I'll be thinking like a 17 year old by then! ....scary.



Fund raisers for EFY (Especially For Youth: a gospel-centered summer-camp type program with dances and all kinds of fun stuff) are going well. We are only about 1/9 of the way there but I'm sure we'll make it. Why? I don't know. I have come to realize I absolutely despise sad endings to anything and refuse to have them, so we'll make it. Look out Provo, Utah, here we come!!

And thank you all for being such beef-jerky lovers!!



And to Elder Clifford who let us use his superhuman recepie!



(Oh, and by the way, we refers to me and my two friends I have quite literally had since nursery, before I was even five. I know, I'm terribly spoiled.)



A guy held the door open for me yesterday. That was really nice of him.



Lunch was del-i-cious!! I can't even spell what it was called, but it was down right yummy!



My mom is making money selling her hand-made jewlery :D Her excitement is extremely contagious! Thanks Aunt Kristi!



Oh yeah...there was something I've been meaning to post since...a looong time!



Okay, so there will yet be a point to this post.



It was one windy sunday afternoon when I noticed this. I was sitting in church, way up at the front where me and my family usually are to give my baby brother some wiggle-room, and it was during the sacrament so no one was up there speaking. My attention was drawn to the tall, curtained window that sits right in front of our seat because the wind was really whippin it up that day.

To natives of our town, this isn't anything significant. In fact, our highschool track team has t-shirts that say things like, "We don't run like the wind, we run against the wind."



But back to my story. It was really windy and I remember hugging my jacket to myself, grateful that I could be sitting inside a warm building at the moment.

And then I realized just how fortunate I really was. This wasn't just any buildling. It was church building. Whenever the winds began to whip up in my life, I had shelter to go to. I had sustaining truths, enlightening principles, even a resevoir of love.



Some didn't. Several came to mind in fact.



Being raised in the church I had always wondered how in the world people coped without the gospel. What did they do when they had had a rough day and couldn't just fall to their knees and cry out to someone who they knew was always listening? How did you even do highschool? All the shifting trends and values and perspectives and personalities, and appearances! What did you do with all the emotions that come when you really screw up? And even past that I have questions.



I'm sure there are ways, but it's always been something that has made me want to be a missionary. I want to bring people out of the earthly winds of confusion and into the welcoming shelter of the gospel.



After everything I've been blessed with, I feel I owe it to Him.