Rejuvenated

I don't usually do churchy posts, but this one kinda busted out of me. Plus I think all two people who might possibly read this are pro-church anyway. : ) Either way, you will get no apology from me. I speak the truth and it makes me happy. That's it.

I love the gospel! I have a tradition of reading the Book of Mormon every summer and I finished it yesterday. What an amazing message of hope in the face of tragedy that is. We learn from the Brother of Jared and his barges that no matter what, God won’t leave us to Saten if we are doing our best. Abinidi, Amulek, and 3rd Nephi show that no matter what the world does to us, Christ will stay beside us (to the bitter end if needs be) as long as we allow Him to do so. King Benjamin teaches us that love and obedience really are the most important investments we can make with our time. Moroni is proof that no matter how lonely we feel, there is one who will not leave us to ourselves. Both Almas teach that no matter how far we think we have fallen, there is always one who thinks we are worth the work to retrieve us. What peace that is! What an amazing message! This time that seems to us so long is but a passing dream to Him—one that we were eager to take on even knowing the risks, because we knew it would be worth it. We can do this! He will make the impossible possible if we do what we can, no matter how small that offering may be. His word truly is living water! His message is a fresh breeze on a hot stuffy day. Truly, sweet is the peace the gospel brings!

Hormones

I am sorry to write one of these, but I feel like both genders should be warned about the evil inside of almost every female. Granted, for the most part these are annoying signals we can override when we are well fed and happy, but if we are overly stressed, especially sleep-deprived, in an unstable physical or emotional state, or otherwise off-kilter or skawampus in any way suppressing the internal messages yelling “Be Crazy! Be Craaazzzyyy!!!” once each month becomes more difficult to ignore than it should be. Please don’t misunderstand—I am excessively annoyed by myself and anyone who tries to blame lingering grumpiness, inconsideration, or persistent griping on their estrogen cycle. All I mean is that occasionally, I am reminded that I am indeed a female with unfortunate mood swings that, in humiliating moments of weakness, hijack my better judgment.

Today for example, I’m not even sure what set me off. I was sitting in Relief Society listening to a well-prepared lesson and all of the sudden I found myself hunched against a wall in the excruciating Texas heat crying all my makeup off. After about four noisy minutes of soggy saltiness I shook myself off, stood up, and walked back into the building, my moment of insanity over almost as soon as it had come. Weird. Sometimes being a girl definitely has its drawbacks.

Pulling away from the havoc my endocrine system wracks on my self-control, life is wonderful. I passed my test! I am almost ready to start out on my internships and prepare to enter the real world. Being home is amazing—my sisters are my best friends ever (which is lucky cause hopefully I get to keep them forever) and my parents are as supportive and wonderful as they always have been. As always, there are moments of unexpected disquietude but in general being home is as wonderful as I dreamt it would be, and between you and me my imagination is colorful enough to make that quite a feat indeed.

Halfway to Crazy!

This is what my brains look like right now. I will survive this test, right?