Monday, October 26, 2009

Temple classes...

So it has been brought up more and more by different people that I should look into temple preparedness classes. I have been thinking about them, and I know that they are kinda just a formality. I know that I am not in the situation where I can go into the temple, first off because I am not the "ideal age" but I figure what's so wrong with wanting to be prepared to go.

I can say that I haven't been living my life as temple ready and perfect (in the complete sense not the everything is awesome sense) as I could have. I have been slacking on the whole reading the BoM and praying thing. I have been getting a daily dose of scriptures... well technically I have. I have been reading my ensigns everyday and there is a spiritual message in them. Even if it is just one or two little stories in it I know that I am getting atleast a little bit of life lessons out of it. I just need to get into the better practice of reading and praying.

It kinda brings me back to last Thursday, we were talking about pride in Institute, which by the way has the best instructor ever, Bro Walker is amazing!! Anyways, we were talking about pride and I know that one of my biggest issues is probably having to deal with asking for help. Even when I am at my wits end and I feel like I am at a brick wall I just grin and bear it. I can't seem to ask for help even from the one person I am supposed to turn to no matter what. I know that God can help ease some of my stresses and pressures, but asking for help when my "problems" are so menial and mindless. I know that there are so many bigger things out there. Although it was put into perspective for me the other day, I don't remember who said it but one of my friends made a point that when our lives are going so right even the small things that would normally be bypassed seem ENORMOUS.

I know that this church is true, I just need to ask sometimes to have it reaffirmed. I can't wait for tomorrow and it's adventures!

Steph

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

It's always better when we're together....

So I can't even remember the last time I posted. I just know that I have been slacking off on the whole reading and praying thing. I just sometimes fall into bed and don't think about it until I am almost out. Although I know that the last time I prayed God answered it almost immediately. He knows that sometimes I need immediate answers to calm my soul.

I have been reading the ensign more and more these days, I hope that compensates for my lack of reading, although I know deep down that it doesn't.

I have been catching some flack at work for being LDS, it is kinda funny to hear people talk about "how they know" what the church is all about cause 1) they are older than me, so of course they know more. 2) They have friends that told them stuff, and their friends know everything cause they were mormon, or went to BYU. 3) They have looked stuff up. Well it is too funny to hear people say things like:

"What do you mean, you were in Robert's room. I didn't think mormons could even be alone in the same room as a boy. " On watching a movie.

"...don't ask Stephanie, she's a mormon, she doesn't know about that kind of stuff" On alcohol

"... I know all about it, you guys believe in multiple wives and crap." On relationships and dating.

"... It's just sexist, and you know it's only cause your bible was written by a man." On women holding only certain authorities.

I mean seriously if you guys don't want me to defend myself and explain the truth, then don't bring up the questions. I am seriously just getting tired of being classified as mormon and it making the people I work with keep me out a little. Now I really understand why some people don't let anyone know. There is so little understanding and tolerance in the world. Although I just have to stay faithful and honest and keep telling people the truth, whether they believe it or not. As for me, I am gonna keep being mormon, and I am gonna keep dealing with the crap at work, and I am gonna just keep being me. Cause well... i'm the bomb.

Steph