On this day of Thanksgiving I would like to take time to express thanks for a few things I don't normally do enough.
Firstly-- I am thankful for God.
Several weeks my ward had ward conference. It was, in fact, one of the best conferences I have ever attended. In it, our Bishop and Stake President both spoke about getting to know God. The gist of it is; To know Him, is to spend time with Him. This principle is true in getting to know God, but is also true in developing relationships with people--and also one that I have been applying in my effort to be a more sociable person this year.
Out bishop listed 5 keys to getting to know God:
1. Daily prayer
2. Daily scripture study
3. Daily act of service
4. Daily acknowledge God's divinity
5. Increase your obedience Daily.
I have always been a fan of lists. I like to know where I stand and what I need to improve on. I have this list hanging on my bathroom mirror.
I am thankful for Christ.
I am thankful for my parents.
I am thankful for my friends.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Angst, Angst Go Away.
So for two weeks I have been incredibly feisty. I thought it was worry over class or being sick.
I'm not worrying about class, nor am I sick anymore--yet I was still feisty.
The only thing I new to do was continue forward on the last course that felt right. But in this course I could not help but feel something to be amiss.
And in just a few moments--paradoxically both brief and gut-wrenchingly long-- I found myself moving from familiar territory to stepping off the edge, hoping the waves caused by my splash would carry me to shore.
They did.
What caused these waves-- an attempt at a dramatic exit along with stating,
"I do not play second fiddle."
But, oh how I love being first chair ;)
P.S. Angst is gone. Nice Quintin is back.
I'm not worrying about class, nor am I sick anymore--yet I was still feisty.
The only thing I new to do was continue forward on the last course that felt right. But in this course I could not help but feel something to be amiss.
And in just a few moments--paradoxically both brief and gut-wrenchingly long-- I found myself moving from familiar territory to stepping off the edge, hoping the waves caused by my splash would carry me to shore.
They did.
What caused these waves-- an attempt at a dramatic exit along with stating,
"I do not play second fiddle."
But, oh how I love being first chair ;)
P.S. Angst is gone. Nice Quintin is back.
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