To my Sisters in Relief Society.

I love Relief Society. It is an organization ordained of God. As the Relief Society we are not only standing for those close to us but for everyone through out this world. We are here to humbly pave the way for the 2nd coming. We are organized to lift others up. To be a light in the midst of darkness. We are something great when we work together and aim high. We are on the Lord's Side. Ready to heed his counsel and follow dilligintly. We are ready to help lead the way for any who may be lost. We are here to bring relief to anyone in our family, our ward and our community.
"We are going to do extraordinary things. We expect extraordinary occasions and pressing calls." (Emma Smith) The Lord is leaving the responsibility to us. He will help us as we heed his counsel. As Emma Smith prepared her women for extraordinary times to follow we are being prepared as well. Changes have already been made as the number of sister missionaries being called to serve grow.  You may be going through trying times but soon you will come out with more value than pearls or diamonds. Many will come far to see the works you have accomplished as a Relief Society.
We stand together, with love, charity and kindness in our hearts, humbly willing to serve the Lord. These are your sisters. These are the women who will impact lives. Look to them, learn from them, trust them. Heavenly Father is ready to work miracles through you. Be ready to stand before him ready to work hard. I love you because I have felt the love our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have for you. They know who you are. They know what you need. They know your strengths and weaknesses.
We have repeated over and over again in young women's "We love him...We stand by him". We are ready to serve him. Open your heart and your mind. Listen to his promptings and trust the Lord your God, the All-Knowing, All-Powerful and All-Loving Creator. If you follow him, you can never go wrong. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Why I Blog.

Maybe I am not the best blogger.
Which might be because I don't exactly have anything important to say.
Anything worth hearing.
But hey,
At least I have a place to write my feelings.
I tell people what I write isn't about me.
It is just stories that I want to tell.
Words I thread together.
Although the more I read what I write,
the more I have realized that deep down
underneath the stories and the words
is a little piece of myself.
Writing is how I piece together what's in my mind.
Words never come out right from my mouth.
But they sure can form right on paper.

Little Things.

Nothing can quite compare to the feeling of accomplishment that comes when you make the right choice. Especially when that right choice is a hard one. These choices, whether seemingly little and unimportant, define our entire life. These choices construct our being, like the atoms and cells under a microscope, together they form you. Who you are and what you say, where you go and what you do. It's all in the little things.

Scars

A brutal cut after falling off a bike
A caterpillar bulge from yanking out a stitch
A burn from the curler
A mopey looking scratch
A story for every cut,
bruise and
burn.
 Keeps this
beautiful body interesting.
Is a reminder of every life changing moment.
Scars tell a story.
They tell us who we are
they remind us of who we have become.

College.

College.
A place full of beginnings
The one time you can truly start over and begin again.
A time when you can take hold of all the little things you love about your self and make them who you really are.
You can finally escape the grasp of a controlling friend.
You can finally escape the reputation surrounding you.
You get to make choices for yourself.
If you don't want to do your homework or show up to class you can do that.
If you want to start drinking or lose yourself you can.
If you want to skip church you can.
You can do anything you want.
But the same consequences always follow.
I have seen people make choices that cause them to lose their freedom.
I have seen other people make choices that cause them to rise up and be a great strength to others.
Here at college I can make my own choices.
My parents aren't here to protect me anymore.
But they prepared me since birth for this first semester, when I would come to college, and I would make my own choices.
As I grew they taught how to make my own decisions, and they always reminded me to think of the consequences.
Now here I sit looking back on my first semester of college.
And I know who I am.
I know that I still have a lot of room to grow before I am at the next step of life.
But I can look back and be proud of the decisions I have made.
I can talk to my parents and my siblings and tell them story after exciting story.
There is nothing in my life that I want to hide or need to hide.
I am not perfect, but I am trying to be my very best.
And that is what has made all the difference in college.

Writing words.

Her breath came out stuttered,
her lips were confused at the  phrase.
Her brain knew the words were right
But nothing came out the same.
Her mouth never got the words right
But her hand on the page
Took the words right out of her mouth
Decorating them to fit her ideas and mold her

Ice breaking Blue Eyes.

Sadly stumbling down the street
He knows what he’s been missing
His eyes droop from many tearful nights
The permanent creases of a frown
Sit loosely on his face
Hours of no return
He hangs his head low
His heart is torn
His lover won’t show
When suddenly a woman
Turns haughtily around the corner
Her hips sway selfishly
She teases with a knowing smile
A glance could be caught in her ice breaking blue eyes
He walks cautiously towards her
Determined and decided
Anger and greed pull it from his jacket
Quick black movement sparks fear in her heart
he clumsily grips it in his hands
takes a breath before aiming
then surely his silent shot is taken.
Stunned, she has no response
He quickly walks away
a chance with her now forever gone
no evidence of lovers left
but secretly he kept
that single moment on the street
captured by his camera
it sits contently on his wall.