Hey y'all!

Hey y'all! My name is Rachel. I am a young single adult. I live in the south in this small town in the middle of nowhere. I attend a little branch here in my town. The church is definitely different out here. I am big on crafting and reading. That is how I spend most of my free time. I have a calling as a family history center consultant and technical advisor. I LOVE family history work. I only started work on my family history work last summer and I have found SO much information. I've been considering starting up a family history blog, but I'm still tossing the idea around. I do have a personal blog that I rarely use. Lately I have been on this reading and writing kick. I enjoy writing but I feel that I am not too great at it and that people won't be interested in what I have to say. I think that this is an opportunity for me to develop my talents and branch out a little. I hope that maybe I can inspire someone with what I have to share. I would love for y'all to send me some idea or suggestions about what it should blog about. Feel free to send ideas and questions to me at rachel.dean.900@gmail.com.

Two Quick Spiritual Thoughts by Lesego Mholo

Life is like a river: the twists and turns along the way are meant to guide us, not stop us 

Everything in God's creation proves God exists-its perfection, its organization, its synchronization, its harmony, its unity, and its balance!

My Perfect Life

By Isidro Zapata

What would I do?
Or
Who would I be?
If I had a Perfect Life
Look at what I would
Miss.
His love, his grace his peace
Everything that is not
Perfect makes us
Who we are
For it is our
In perfect soul
That rolls out his
Amazing Love
Be broken
So you can be awoken in
Favor of our savior
He will not wavier
In favor
Of your, clever
Perfect Life
You will miss out on his
Amazing Gift
His love his peace his grace
So go ahead and have
Your
Clever
Perfect Life
You will look for a
Love that cannot be obtain
In your vain and
Clever
 Perfect Life

"Kinds of marriage" by Henry Sentiago

Am write on dis topic...marriage Kinds of marriage Wrong thing dat ppl think about marriage. Firstly marriage is a union of two pattern agreeing and coming togerther as one...having one mind,one goal... KINDS OF MARRIAGE *BED LOCK *DEADLOCK *ARMLOCK *WEDLOCK *PADLOCK *BLESSLOCK Badlock marriage: this is akind of marriage some ppl ar into right now...see the wound of badlock marriage...*stigmatization *shame *setback *Stagnation.pains.sorrow.. Whn u get into badlock marriage... Money stop flowing Loss of job Constant quarrelling and fighting Misunderstanding and disagreement CURES FOR BADLOCK MARRIAGE Seek Godly counsel Trust in the lord Pray constantly Seek genuine gospel.

Can't sleep

By Isidro Zapata

Can't sleep.
Mind is spinning
Cannot stand these nights
Where my mind becomes a cell
of ill and I can not escape.
wait just relax take your
mind off of things
Let it all just stop
For a season
and do not be a clown
for no reason
You could do this
it is not hopeless
I need to be a lot stronger in the faith
Turn to the book that’s the key
To give U
Rest and peace.
Admit it to your self.
Just say it.
Reading the book
Will set you free

It is Finished

It is finished. I went to work for the last time yesterday, and even though jobs are hard to come by I decided to quit anyway and here is why. When I first applied for the job and was successful in my interview, I stated that I would not work on Sundays, and at first I wasn't give a schedule to work on Sundays.Then I got one Sunday, to work from 10am -6pm so I could only attend sacrament meeting. Sadly I compromised and went anyway, something i shouldn't have done. The next time I got a Sunday, I asked the supervisor if I could work the night shift 4pm to 12am , so that I can attend my meetings at church. She obliged and allowed me to do so. So I was working every other Sunday, but I didn't want to because it just felt awful to be working on Sunday, and I wasn't feeling the spirit as much as I wanted to either. I was always tired on Monday mornings when I had class at 10am, and I am often late for class because I couldn't get up in the morning. Then one Sunday when I was supposed to be at work for the 3rd Sunday in a row, all the talks in sacrament meeting were about keeping the Sabbath day holy.I sat there feeling horrible to the point of tears because I knew that working on Sunday was preventing me from keeping the sabbath day holy.I cried on my mom's shoulder and told her that I didn't want to go to work and that I wanted to leave. She encouraged me to call and tell my supervisor that I wouldn't be able to work that day and encouraged me to resign as well.That was three weeks ago and even though I have been scheduled to work every Sunday since that time, I have not gone to work on Sunday.As soon as I did what I knew was the right thing I felt lighter and happier, and not the least bit worried about how or when I will get another job.I know I made the right decision and I learned that I must NEVER EVER compromise my standards for anything or anyone.

Doctrine and Covenants 59: 9-12

9 And that thou mayest more fully keep thyself  unspottedfrom the world, thou shalt go to the house of prayerand offer up thy sacramentsupon my holy day;

10 For verily this is a dayappointed unto you to rest from your labors, and to pay thy devotions unto the Most High;

11 Nevertheless thy vowsshall be offered up in righteousness on all days and at all times;

12 But remember that on this, the Lord’s day,thou shalt offer thine oblationsand thy sacraments unto the Most High, confessingthy sins unto thy brethren, and before the Lord.

13 And on this day thou shalt do none other thing, only let thy food be prepared with singleness of heart that thy fastingmay be perfect, or, in other words, that thy joy may be full.

                                         

Live

By Isidro Zapata

Live life to the fullest
Live is just evil spelled backward
Just think what the world thinks is
So important
Then, you will
Understand so no need
Money, Power, and fame
Brings you nothing but pain
For me to speak
Evil

Other side
Going to switch it up on you
Just get away from this
Turn your back
On this world and
Bow your heart
For he truly loves you
And wants to give you
Life
So bow your heart
to have a new start
so you wont just live
so bow your heart
and just do not live but have a Life
Jesus loves you
John 3:16

Out of the hospital #2 by Isidro Zapata

here is another one and sorry i can not decide. I can not sleep it is really hard for me to but hope you have a great weekend and take care and thanks again and thanks for your message


It is so hard to write these words down on this blank page
To make it come alive. For this page to be alive I need to find something alive in me. What does it mean to be alive and to be able to touch God? Then bang. Everything goes dark. I am alone in this empty dark space. I can see the Earth right beneath me.
The Heavens and the Earth show with no doubt that it is all created. I try to touch the Heavens I reach out and touch nothing. Like so many who try and touch the stars but come up feeling empty. I hear a sound that draws my attention from the Heavens back to Earth. I look down then it hits me.
I see a homeless man searching in a trash bin for something to eat.  Just two blocks away in the center of the city I see a couple seating down in a fancy place. They both say they are full even though there is still half uneaten food on their plates. They get up and leave without giving it much, thought.
Everything is moving in a flash. I see a mother holding the hand of her little daughter. The mother, knees down to her daughter. Looks her right into the eye and says, “I love you” her daughter lets out a loud laugh and wraps her tiny arms around her moms neck and kisses her and say’s “I love you more mommy!!”
 I see a line of men and woman trying to get out of the bitter cold and rain. They all know only a half will get inn. The man in charge only has so much room. He says a little prayer and gives thanks. A miracle happens that night everyone gets inn for the night.
I start to feel this pull I fight it but I come crashing down to Earth like an asteroid. Where am I now? In a hallway and the walls are painted blue and pink with pictures of children playing and balloons with different colors I am in a Children’s Hospital I realize.
I hear some laughter I go towards the sound. As I walk the laughter gets louder I walk into a room where there is a little girl in the room. She sits up on her bed holding Pluto to her. The just cannot notice that the little girl hair has fallen out due to her cancer treatment. She giggles as she looks at me.
      It is bedtime for a small family a young boy is kneeing down. Right next to him is mom & dad. They bow their heads and close their eye’s saying their nightly prayer thanking God and asking God to heal the sick.
I see the broken heart of a single mother not very far at a park a new couple walks hand in hand. See a couple holding their first newborn daughter at the same moment someone is losing and drawing their last breath.

 I see what I was doing wrong. I was looking at the Heavens when I should have been looking all around.
With faith and every prayer we make and with every kind deed we do. You take a step towards making a difference on this small blue marble and going in the right direction..
Speak and go on a mission, which is right through your door. What truly matters is Gods love. God looks down. He gave us his all. When you think of how much he has done for you!! We should do our part and give God our, all.

Out of the hospital #1 by Isidro Zapata

Here is another one thanks for letting me post thank you I'll have something new just been hard since I got out of the hospital well here are two okay so you can pick


 I just got home from the meeting at the church tonight.
To be honest I really thought it was about an entirely different
topic. As I sat down and open up the book to the page the
words, hit me harder then a Mike Tyson’s left uppercut.  The words make me start to go back in time in my mind and everything flash right before me.
Then I am like a blind man who finally has the ability to see for the very first time and feel so over whelmed. These feelings start pouring down in me like a flash flood on a sunny day. This makes no sense. Why do I keep having
these feelings?  I know I was raised not like any of you. We were little kids
acting like adults when we were eight, nine and ten.
My dad leaned back on the car just stood their waiting for the police to come to take him away he put his gun on the car hood only because of his click clack click was empty. I see I am not like any of you. Maybe you grew up with abusive dad but mine tried to kill me before I was born that’s a fact. Beat my mom until she had me three months early. We raised ourselves running the streets at night. Sister owned the place while my mom worked hard late into the night.
Why, do I keep caring about stuff that I never cared about before?
I know the way I was raised was never the right way. If I even told you half
of what happen I do not think you would believe it but it is the God’s honest truth. I know one fact that all that counts. God loves me and he is reaching out to me. I love you. God is saying to me and I want the best for you. I do not know what to make of all of this I truly do not. Every time I go to church now seems like God is breaking a curse. I feel so free like never before and
When you feel God tugging at your heart you cannot fight back. I am so grateful to you God for doing this to me. I know you love me and this is
the true CHURCH. This is where I am going to know you more and help other’s to know your grace. I know where to find grace and it is in your church and in your word. Thank you for loving me and being a father to me.

Me

Christine Collins

Hi everyone. My name Christine aka Kryssi , I am 21 years young and I am from the beautiful island of Jamaica. I am in my final year at the University of the West Indies, Mona pursuing a degree in my favourite subject Literature. I love reading, listening to music and chatting.....and it doesn't mater who I'm talking to, as long as you can hold a good convo I'm good. I have never done this blogging thing before, but so far I like it because I also like to write, and why not write about the wonderful gospel of Jesus Christ  and how it has blessed my life.

February 12, 2014

I am in catch up mode on things that I want to write about in my journal. Sunday the second of this month was profound. I have two things that I want to write about from that day. They are my greatest fear and the drought in California; additionally, I will write about two great friends and experiences that I had with them afterward.
As I was serving in the initiatory of the Temple, I felt the great blessings of the ordinance distill on my soul. Godly sorrow enveloped my soul for a transgression from last Sunday was committing my greatest fear. The greatest fear is being overbearing. I was under a spell of committing these acts in my last area of my mission, and I regret it, giving myself to much thought of the concept. Overbearance can be understood as trying to force people to an action by any form of communication or situation. Another way I understand overbearance is the revealing of knowledge before they are ready to receive it. Overbearance destroys trust. The communication within a relationship, where overbearance is a habit of one or both is usually not fruitful. Overbearance also makes people decide on things prematurely. When you deny someone's trust especially as a representative of something such as the church, your family, or an identity, restoring that trust is hard. I wish that I can make restitution for my overbearing actions on my mission, for I don't even know if my last observation is true. The overbearing act that I committed last Sunday was thought to be an act of greater faith, for an online missionary committed me to suggest ten of my friends to be his friend on Facebook, letting them talk about the restored gospel. I wanted to give him good referrals that are informed about the situation and willing to investigate the church, so I thought that I should ask all my nonmember and less active friends, if they would like to speak with missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. An old high school classmate said that he preferred not to receive my spam as I was obliging all of my friends to receive an invitation to receive the missionaries. I wrote a long letter that many people did not understand in a Facebook message. I believe that it was overbearing. Not many people think that it is okay to send a private email to all your friends obligating them to make a decision on the most important thing in mortality. Facebook messages are a little more intimate too because they are usually from your dearest friends. When I realized my transgression, I went back to apologize for inviting them to learn of the restored gospel incorrectly. I hope that I did not cause any person to make any pre-mature decisions about the church.
The drought in California has recovered a little bit. It only rain a few times the past couple years. Many religious groups have done rituals to get some rain to no avail; however, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has fasted for rain on the first Sunday of February, and rain came that same day. It is raining at this moment, so it has sustained a little; although, it did not rain all last week. It is Saturday night, the fifteenth of February. When we began to pray about the drought, a YSA sister, namely Anya Salden, prayed as though the blessing depended on our faith. I thought to myself; what does our actions have to do with it raining? I figured that God is running the earth and what nature does. I learned that man needs to be stewards of the earth with God. I have a good testimony of prayer, and I believe that God answers them.
Okay. Now I will write about a couple of my good friendships. I believe that it is most important to defend truth and virtue without overbearance; of course. A friend of mine said that she had a full week, practicing modeling, photo shoots, acting, and other celebrity stuff. I was so surprised, for she barely turned eighteen. I asked about the fashion that she wears, hoping to see her in some photographs. When she said that she was uncomfortable and ashamed of the pictures that they were taking of her. I had to do everything that I can to defend her virtue. She felt that she was transgressing the Law of Chastity, saying that she wanted to quit from the beginning that she signed a year long contract. She said that she tried to quit a few times, but they forced her to honor her contract. Her colleagues shared with her fear, saying if she quits she might be put into prison. I knew that the media production agency were practicing illegal procedures. My friend said that she went to the police station, but they didn't do anything. She believes that the producer may have bribed them or have done something of the sort. I encouraged her to tell her parents, but she was too ashamed, fearing their judgements. After contacting child protection agencies, I received no serious response from them. A conversation with my friend inspired her to trust my confidence in parental love. Her father nearly did not believe that she worked as a model, actor, and performer, but he bailed her out of the situation. He confronted the producer, and he went from exploiting young teenagers to a coward, saying that he would only let her go, if he does not expose his operations. I wanted to take it apart by my own means, but my inquiry of his operations progressed too slow to insist. I wanted to know what he is guilty of before going after him.
My second friend that I wanted to write about was one that I spammed. You can see your true friends from their support in your mistakes, and he was one. His name is Leonel Covarrubias. I ran with him in high school track and cross country. He is very talented, and he said that he was going after the high school mile record. I left before he reached his peak speed, running 4:37. I ran 4:43 as my personal record, but my focus was not in the mile. He even said that universities were following him, but he quit. When we hung out, we planned to go on a run. I was surprised to see him at first because he grew very tall. He said that I look the same, but my muscle tone is not as thick. I told him that it was because I did not do push ups and pull ups religiously anymore. Leonel's personality maintains his greatness. He is hilarious, and it was good to hear his humor again. We had a good friendship in high school while my classmates can be seen as impatient with his immaturity. Leonel never received the potential university running recruitment and possible scholarships because he wanted to get big like a football player; however, he is an ectomorph, so it is impossible for him to build a lot of muscle because his body built. It was great to catch up with him. I could write more things that I am proud of him, but I think that this has been personal enough.