keys

i had a good reminder of the power of prayer.

i have been meaning to write about this for a while now.

but, well... you know. 

my life is caaaa-razy right now.

so here is the story:

the husband and i were house sitting a little while ago and my sister-in-law and i had headed over to the house to check on the pets.

when we got there and turned the car off

the keys refused to come out of the ignition.

the car was off.

it was in park.

but those stubborn keys would NOT come out.

we tried...over and over and over.

we tried everything.

no luck.

we ended up being able to park the car in the garage 

{as we could not lock the car without the keys...duh}

then came the problem.

the next day the husband and i were going to a baptism.

we were trying to figure out what to do because we couldn't both go inside leaving the keys in the car.

we both had to get clothes for the baptism from our apartment...

i went in first and the husband sat in the car on key duty.

i changed and went back to car.

there was husband, walking toward the doors.

keys-in-hand!

i couldn't believe he had gotten them free.

i asked him how he did it..

with a grin he said

"i said a prayer and they just...came out"

all i could do was smile back.

thank you for the reminder darlin'

today

today, of course, is sunday.

but aren't sunday's supposed to be a day of rest?

i think i have heard that...

...somwhere.

church was eventful...to say the least.

i got to say my prayer

and i got a new calling!

 {more on this later}

it was busy busy busy.

and then...it didn't slow down.

from the moment i have gotten home i have been:

cutting

gluing

typing

labeling

planning

stressing

and mostly sweating! 

i am not kidding you, 

it is 1,000 degrees in our apartment 

and i am sweating just sitting in one place. 

{sick, i know}

anyway...it has not been one of those sundays that i like.

it has been one of those that feels more like a...

monday.

boo.

i told you so.

see...i told you he is going crazy.

this is what happens when i leave the husband 

stranded

for a whole week

at our apartment

without a car...

yikes.

neglect.

the neglect of this here blog this week is not due to a lack of thoughts. 

trust me i have plenty of them...

its due to the fact i have to take a completely empty classroom 

and turn it in to a first grade paradise.

this means 6:00am-10:00pm i am buuuuusy. 

this is the husband and i...

i am going a little crazy. i think he is too....

the city

so it's settled then. 

i am moving to the country...

well, not really. but i really do want to. 

{the husband thinks i am crazy}

i am so tired of stupid lovely city people.

there is too much focus on the material goods of life.

too much stress.

too much pressure to look, act, and be perfect...and to fit in with everyone.

it's just too fast paced.

too...irritating.

i want to get out of all of it.

SO i have decided i am moving to the country.

it's better there.

i am going to go put on a pair of overalls now and chew on some wheat...

thats all. 

happy weekend.

:) 

aha!

yesterday i had a big aHA moment. 

i was sitting in the chapel, waiting for church to start

heart beating, very fast, as i prepared to say the opening prayer for our sacrament meeting.

the husband was scheduled to say the prayer but he had to leave unexpectedly to pick someone up

so it was all up to me.

and then the bishop announced that someone else was saying the prayer.

part of me said "phew"

the other part was a little sad...weird i know.

anyway...

that set me up for the rest of sacrament meeting.

i was feeling the spirit really strongly yesterday.

then i realized why.

i have been expecting the feel the spirit as of lately, and often times i do not feel it.

this can be really frustrating.

i want the spirit to be with me all the time, but the problem is...that it isnt.

then the aHA came. 

i cannot expect the spirit to be with me if i am not actively pursuing it. 

the key word here folks is actively.

without a doubt the spirit will be with me if I am actively seeking the spirit and doing the right things...

if i pray.

if i read the scriptures.

if i actually pay attention in church...

 rather than tuning out merely hoping that i can feel the spirit...

if i do all the right things...

i will feel the spirit.

why is something so simple like this so hard to figure out sometimes?!

1 year...

happy anniversary to the most handsome husband in all the land! 

one year and counting....

we've only got, oh... an eternity more! 

i am one lucky girl.

doubts.

here's another formspring question and answer....

did you have doubts right before converting? have you had doubts since?

i have answered the first bit of this one before...

in "the letter"

"i had lost the confidence i had in my decision to be baptized and was so nervous i didn't think i would make it through the night. before i left my boyfriends house that evening he stopped me and said that he had forgotten to give me something...it was a letter from one of the missionaries father..."

{http://throughtheeyesofamormon.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter.html}

it's funny how the spirit and the adversary work...

i had all the confidence in the world with my choice to be baptized...

but the night before my baptism the adversary tried to knock me down as hard as he could.

i am grateful for the love and support that i had and still have, or else my choice would have been much harder.

my baptism would still have happened, but it would have been much more difficult to get into that water.

as for today, and doubts that may have arisen...they haven't.

yes living a "mormon lifestyle" isn't always the easiest...

we live in a day and age where promiscuity and drinking is almost expected.
that is not me, nor will it ever be, but i am ridiculed for not being like everyone else.

does it make it harder to find true friends?

 yes.

does it give me doubts about my choice?

never. 

i know that my choice was the right one to make.

i know that i am where i need to be.

again?!

it happened again...

and i swear i am being followed.

whenever i am struggling or issues in my life have come up,

that sunday at church something weird happens.

it happened last sunday.

i was at church like usual, paying attention to all the lessons that every one had prepared like normal when i went to relief society {the class for women only}

as i listened, i realized that the lesson being taught 

was addressing, quite literally, all the problems that i was facing that week. 

i could not have planned a better lesson for

what i was going through...it brought tears to my eyes.

i was overwhelmed by the spirit in the room.

so then, who is following me and telling the teachers 

exactly what to say?!

because it is definitely not just a coincidence.

and it happens all the time!