The story
of the (insert name) horses. They
started off on one side of the desert and their masters would ride them to the
other side and back with very little water and food, and with even smaller
amount of rest.The masters loved and cherish theses horses and seeing quite a
few die off hurt the masters heart. The horses that remained, breed a new
generation of horses. The Masters would ride the the new generation making
their trials harder than the generation before. And he repeated this time and
time again until the master had these beautiful, big and strong majestic horses
that were ready for any war or famine, or storm...metaphoric or literal. Some might argue for the generations before.
Was their only purpose to make their future coats stronger?
While
watching Smallville, one of the greatest tv shows of all time, I was listening
to Jonathan Kent (one of the greatest TV dads of all time) talk about how he
was a nobody farmer in a nowheresville town. And when he found Clark in the
cornfield- before he knew he had powers he said he found his meaning; to raise
this kid on his morals and the morals of his father before. He had no idea that
he would be raising the savior of mankind in a fictional world. As I wite this
I know I probably should of use the story of Jesus, Mary and Jospeh.
Ive
looked up lots of reasons why we go through what we go through. And even
though, I honestly dont want to go through them, it does humble and soften my
heart when i do. When life was easy, i needed more to make me happy, and I
never really appreciated when I had it. Which is weird, because I grew up
pretty poor…in Compton…during the 1980s so I should have been waaaay more
humble as a teenager. I believe God knew this too, but in a storm, you can’t
see what’s going on. When parts of my life were taken away from me, I was
furious and went through Hulk like fits, and it came at me all at once. If I
would of stopped to appricatiate the things and people I still had, it wouldn't
of taken me so long to get to where I am now.
God litterally
got me the job i have now. **** Teenagers look up to me and ask me
questions that are not school related. And because of a combination of having
lived through a lot mixed with being active in the chruch, I answer those
questions appropriately and good enough to where they trust me with questions
in the future.
Now, that
I’m through one of my storms in life, I seriously love the simple, smaller
things. Small things might make me mad…but even smaller things make me happy,
and if that’s the price that I have to pay ill gladly take it. Lucky charms and
being infront of a tv playing old cartoons, make my day, sometimes week. ******Someone
recalling something I said a week ago makes me feel so special you wouldn't
believe because I know I can talk a lot and super fast and if you retain any of
it, that is either a great talent or very faltering.
I'm doing
a Book of Mormon challenge...it's not really a challenge for most of you since its just one chapter a day, but Its
pretty hard for me and some chapters I have to get my easy read, and phone a
friend. Ive read up to Nephi (add stopping point). And I'm getting lost into
this story, probably deeper then anyone in this room gets lost into the Hunger
Games. Mostly because I have no idea what's going to happen next, where most of
you knew the story as a child and read it later in life.
So Nephi is shown the
future of his brothers and all these horrible and then great things. And he's
dealing with the roller coster of their faith, tring to keep his family alive
while maintaining his own faith. In Chapter 16:5 Nephi is happy and full of
hope that his brothers have humbled and soften their hearts at the sight of a
miracle. In that same chapter Ishmael died and the brothers quikly turn on what
they know and have seen and their first instict is to turn on their father and
brother and try to kill them.
I don't know where I was
when I read this, but all I wanted to do was cry. To know that the people put
on this earth that were designed to love you, want you dead every time
something goes wrong. I would lose it at the knowledge of someone harming my
family. And to think that sometimes I'm the one doing it kills a part of me
every time. So just reading that Nephi's faith has not budged through the
storms of hunger, death, and betrail at any time, and has handled all of this
with such class, just makes my problems seem so petty and vein. They are my trials
which are different from everone elses, and I know God will only give me what I
can handle.
The only
one stopping us from knowing that and standing in our way is ourselves. Our
trials will get us ready for what we were ment to do and it will not be easy, but
when we go through it, we will be able to handle it with great class and our
faith intact. One of my first Firesides I was listening to an anthropologist
who proved the location and time periods and stories in the Book of Mormon.
Places you can’t make up when translating it (insert Joseph Smiths location and
time). This fireside was the last straw that made me convert by softening my
hard head and heart. I testify to
everyone including myself that I believe everything I’m reading in the book of
Mormon, and everything I’ve talked about in the past (insert time here) ,
whether I take my own advice or not. Your problems should not stop from being
with God; it just means you need to get closer. Ever religion I’ve encountered
had touched on the simple phrase for their church, ‘Come as you are, and Let
God do the rest.’ I say this in the name
of Jesus Christ. Amen.
