Today was wonderful. I love Sundays. They always feel different. I love the Sunday feeling. I realized something interesting today. My body reacts to the spirit before my mind processes whats happening. That doesnt make sense... Let me explain. This morning I read D&C 105:38-40 which reads:
38 And again I say unto you, sue for peace not only to the people that have smitten you, but also to all people;
38 And again I say unto you, sue for peace not only to the people that have smitten you, but also to all people;
40 And make proposals for peace unto those who have smitten you, according to the voice of the Spirit which is in you, and all things shall work together for your good.
41 Therefore, be faithful; and behold, and lo, I am with you even unto the end. Even so. Amen.
While reading it I got some intense goosebumps and I looked at my arms and was like what the heck. This sounds so gay I am seriously struggling in conveying this. But any way I hadn't really been paying attention to the words, I admit, unfortunately, I was just reading it to read it. However once I felt that I knew I needed to read it again. Its absolutely beautiful and I know with out a doubt that it is true. Peace and joy are by far the greatest feelings and come only through the Lord. Kneeling down and praying for peace and comfort is one of the smartest things we can do.
Example number two: We stood and sang, "Come, Come Ye Saints" in the middle of Sacrament meeting today and by verse two I realized I was crying. The hardships the pioneers dealt with for the gospel, for the future of the church is unimaginable to me, and they did it with such fervor, devotion, and optimism. The song also blended well with my lesson which was on Zions Camp. It went well, and as my own worse critic... It could have gone better. I'm grateful the Lord is trusting us with such divine responsibilities as to build up His church and spread the word. We can never stop, we never know who is watching us. I've learned that a lot out here.
P.S. There is a massive thunderstorm going on outside right now and the five year old little girl in me is scared... ha ha Nothing like an empty apartment and thunder booming to get your imagination running wild. Oh gosh. Love you all.
While reading it I got some intense goosebumps and I looked at my arms and was like what the heck. This sounds so gay I am seriously struggling in conveying this. But any way I hadn't really been paying attention to the words, I admit, unfortunately, I was just reading it to read it. However once I felt that I knew I needed to read it again. Its absolutely beautiful and I know with out a doubt that it is true. Peace and joy are by far the greatest feelings and come only through the Lord. Kneeling down and praying for peace and comfort is one of the smartest things we can do.
Example number two: We stood and sang, "Come, Come Ye Saints" in the middle of Sacrament meeting today and by verse two I realized I was crying. The hardships the pioneers dealt with for the gospel, for the future of the church is unimaginable to me, and they did it with such fervor, devotion, and optimism. The song also blended well with my lesson which was on Zions Camp. It went well, and as my own worse critic... It could have gone better. I'm grateful the Lord is trusting us with such divine responsibilities as to build up His church and spread the word. We can never stop, we never know who is watching us. I've learned that a lot out here.
P.S. There is a massive thunderstorm going on outside right now and the five year old little girl in me is scared... ha ha Nothing like an empty apartment and thunder booming to get your imagination running wild. Oh gosh. Love you all.
1 comment:
Oh Larissa this sounds just like you :) I get goosebumps like that too! And cry. Probly not as much as you do. Haha, I don't know how well my tear ducts would react to the intense new influx of activity. But, the point is, I know exactly what you're talking about and I love you! <3
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