It's all about love...

Okay, so when I began to change my life around I did not go into a whole lot of explanation on my thoughts concerning same-gender attraction. I did not explain my thoughts, because I did not want this blog to just be about same-gender attraction. I've heard it said recently that there are no "special sins" and I didn't want to make my struggle with same-sex attraction to be seen as something "special" or something that makes me seem like I'm going through something worse or better than anyone else. The point of this blog was to remind everyone that we all make mistakes and we all have trials and temptations in this life and that, no matter what you are dealing with, you can always return to God and He will always love you. So it doesn't matter if you struggle with same-sex attraction or an addiction to coffee; my struggle is just as hard as yours and whatever you are dealing with is just as hard to overcome as whatever I am dealing with. Having said that, I have been lead to ponder a lot on why I have this particular challenge in my life. Just as someone who has lost a child or a husband might ponder the reasons why, I have spent many nights and many days wondering why this is the particular lot that I chose to have in life. Sometimes, I think, we don't receive answers right away to the reasons for something happening to us or for why we were given a particular trial. We may never even receive an answer in this life. I have been fortunate enough to get a glimpse of things. I'm not saying that I know God's whole plan or that I am a prophet or even that I am anything truly special beyond, of course, being a son of God, but in pondering over same-sex attraction I have come to the following conclusion. A few things before I discuss my thoughts. These are, just that, my thoughts. They are not doctrinally sound and they may not be thoughts you agree with. The world would indeed say that I am a Judas, that I am betraying "my own kind" for speaking about my struggle with the temptation to sin as many in the world do not consider homosexuality to be a sin. I am a peace maker and, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I am not opinionated and if I do have opinions I generally keep them to myself. I am about to give my opinion and, as a result, I might lose some friends, I might show myself off as a person that one might not have thought I was (and for some it might be in a negative way), I may even start a global war all over my OWN thoughts. But calm down. If it bugs you that I think that way, then don't listen to me. So if you find yourself getting angry at any point during this post, just please go to Youtube and type in "Simon's cat" and proceed to watch any of the videos that it finds because they are all adorable. For those of you that want to continue on, here it goes. I believe in a life before this Earthly life. I call it the 'Pre-Earth' life. Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (or Mormons) believe in this as well. I don't know if other religions profess to believe this, but the Mormons do. That's not the point. I believe in the concept of a 'pre-Earth' life. In this life, we did not have bodies yet. Just spirits that were pure and innocent and wonderful. We did not know right from wrong or good from evil yet, because we weren't really doing anything yet. We didn't have any "life experience" as it were. I do believe that we spent some time in heaven in this pre-Earth life and that, during that time, we had family. We were all family. I had brothers and sisters and they were each and every one of you. Some spirits I loved so much that I spent a lot of time with them, maybe. I don't know that I necessarily loved any one brother or sister above another brother or sister, but maybe there were just certain spirits that I connected really well with. If you think about 'soul mates' or about the family that you were sent to live in, a pre-earth life, to me, just makes sense. I think my mom and I, for example, must have been really good friends in the pre-Earth life and so I think I probably said something to God similar to, "Hey, we have been best friends up here in heaven, can she be my mother on earth?" I really feel strongly like we chose, before we came here and with God's direction of course, who we would be with in this life. Also, I believe that we were given talents. Special talents that make us who we are and, although we are all made in God's image (Genesis chapter one verse 27 King James Version) and are each given, say, patience or a sense of humor or the ability to learn a language easily, some of us find one talent more accessible than others. Please don't become defensive with what I'm about to say next because I do think that we all are capable of love and that no one is prone to hatred or spite...but I think that some of us have a talent where we just love and we love deeply. We are deeply sensitive and we just love everyone so much. I believe (and I don't mean this to sound prideful) that I was one of those who was given a talent of overwhelming love for everyone. Don't worry, for those thinking I'm being prideful, I am not musically talented, I was not blessed with the talent of dancing or extreme faith or a bold personality. Other people have talents that are different from mine and I'm so grateful for that. One of the talents that God has given me is the ability to love deeply and has given me sensitivity as far as people are concerned. So how does same-sex attraction tie into all of this? I think, and again these are my THOUGHTS, that I loved a spirit in my pre-Earth life. The kind of love that is talked about in the first book of Samuel (starting in Chapter 18) with Jonathan and David. Jonathan and David were not gay, that I know of. But Jonathan loved David "as his own soul"...which is a LOT of love. I believe I had that same love for a certain spirit in the life before this Earth life. Then I came down to Earth and my spirit received an amazing gift. A body. Though this body was an amazing gift...problems arose, because I had to get used to this body of mine. The spirit gives in to God and the good things, but the body has it's own agenda, right now, it seems like! One day, after this life is over, we will be able to align our spirits AND our bodies and we will live forever with a perfect body and spirit...but that's later. For now, we have to learn to take control over our body. Satan, the devil, does not have a body. He was not given that gift because he never came down to live on the Earth. So, basically he's angry...all the time. He sees us with an awesome body and thinks "okay, what can I do to ruin this perfect, clean, and wonderful body?" Soooo, he then says, "I know. Let's give them alcohol to inhibit reasoning and judgement that come with a body. Let's give them good food to eat in excess and lose the energy and health that comes from wise eating and exercise. Let's make tattoos look really awesome so that they can graffiti all over the clean body that God gave them." and we do. I eat cheesecake more than any human should reasonably do. I pay the price for that temptation that I give into. Each day is a test for us to control our body and submit to our spirit. Basically, in this life, we are at war with this new body that has new distractions (alcohol, pornography, loud music, drugs, etc.) and the goal of this life is to learn self control. "A man without self control is like a city broken into and left without walls" (Proverbs chapter 25 verse 28 English Standard Version) Again, what does this have to do with same-sex attraction? Well, I feel like my spirit loved another spirit in the life before this. We were best friends and we loved each other in the most righteous and "BFF" kind of way possible. Then I came down and got a body. My spirit friend also came and received a body. When I saw my now ex partner, (let's call him D) I felt something I hadn't felt before (or at least not that I had noticed before) My spirit recognized his spirit and said "ooooh! We were best buddies!" Most unfortunate for me...Satan decided to take that feeling and distort it, as he does everything that is meant for good (the internet, books, music) and turned it into something dark "ooooh, he's cute!" and rather than my spirit and his spirit remembering the wholesome friendship that we shared, I chose to listen to the voice that told me, "I am IN love with him" rather than, "I love him." It's confusing, but I hope you can still stay with me here. I loved my friend, D, and we had some wonderful times together. We were best friends. The sad thing is, if we had left the sin out of our relationship, we may have still been really close friends. Men can love each other and that's okay. I am learning that all the time and it's really difficult for me. I still am awkward around men because I always think, "okay, don't be gay. Uh oh, was that gay? Oh gosh, did I creep them out? Did what I just say sound gay?" I really just don't know how to act around men, because Satan keeps twisting the love that I have for men and making it something cheap or unpleasant. I hate having negative thoughts about my brothers. My negative thoughts, however, are not thoughts of hate, on the contrary, they are exaggerated or warped thoughts of love. Love, when twisted, becomes lust. It becomes thinking with your body and no longer thinking with your spirit. A good example is a guy that I met recently. This guy is amazing. He has something about him. My spirit did that same "jump for joy" that it did when I first met D. But now, thanks to many mighty prayers for understanding and help with my thoughts about guys, I can see a bit more clearly through Satan's deceiving thoughts. I used to believe that my first thought was the body's thought...meaning...My first thought (oh gosh, this is going to get embarrassing.) was "oh my, he's got the best smile, he's gorgeous." I now believe that my first thought is actually spiritual "ooooh, I remember this guy! He's got an amazing spirit and he's a great brother and we used to be friends!" but in less than 2 seconds, Satan takes that good, spiritual thought and warps it into something bad. But only if I LET him. I'm just starting to realize that Satan does not have complete control. If I can calm down my body and let my spirit take control I start to realize some great things. This guy I was talking about is super friendly. He is always upbeat. I don't know if he knows God or Jesus, but he needs Jesus in his life because I can only imagine the amazing missionary work that this man could do if he came to a knowledge of God. Satan hates all of those thoughts. So, to keep me from thinking about all the good things and all of the potential this man has (and maybe I can be a good example for him so that he can come to a better knowledge of God) Satan puts the thought there of "oh he's got a cute smile, I like (oh gosh, super embarrassing) his arms. He's got some nice arms (I go for nice arms on a guy...I don't know why...don't judge me!)" and then I get upset because I am thinking bad things about this guy and so then, because I don't want to have those thoughts distracting me, I just avoid this person entirely because I don't want to have to deal with those thoughts. And that is how Satan wins "oh good, another possible wholesome and amazing spiritual connection has been ruined." Does this make sense? I hope this makes sense. Why am I sharing this? I want all of those out there who are struggling with same-sex attraction to know that you are a loving and caring person. You love your brothers (and your sisters!) so much and you are so powerful and strong. You have so much capacity to love that it literally scares Satan. He is scared of you, because you possess such wonderful capacities. So he does anything he can to make you less threatening. So he tells you that the love you are feeling is good and natural. One of Satan's greatest tools is to use partial truths. He LOVES that. The partial truth is that the love you are feeling for someone else IS good and it IS natural. The lie is that sex is love. The reason I haven't explained all of the things I think is because it takes FOREVER and you have to understand procreation and the sacred powers of giving a spirit a body to come to. Women, you can do that. God created life. You are literally able to do something that God does. How sacred is that thought to you!? Men, you help women to create life. There are still spirits up there waiting to get a body, and YOU provide them that chance! Satan, once again, hates everything about that. So, what does he do? Tries to make every possible attempt to not let those spirits have bodies. One way he can do that is by stopping procreation. Satan seems pretty stupid. No one can ever stop procreation. But you know what, he's doing a pretty good job lately. Two men will never make a baby. Ever. Two women will never make a baby. Ever. God intended woman to be with man. They complete each other. Period. So Satan says, "okay, the more men I can get to be with other men (or women and women)the less procreation will take place and the less spirits will come into the world" (he also tells people that being single forever is more fun and that having children is a burden but that is another topic all together, my point is he uses many ways, but homosexuality is ONE of the ways he uses) Make sense? For those of you who I haven't already offended or angered, for those of you who stuck around and are waiting for my point...it is this. There is temptation everywhere. Whether you are tempted to play the lottery or whether you are tempted to give into your body and view pornography, temptation exists everywhere. Sin also exists. Sin and temptation are not the same thing. Temptation is the fork in the road. Sin is one road, the other road is success. My point, friends, is that you can have success. You can choose not to sin. I sin everyday in some form or another, but I also succeed in one form or another. Each day is a battle between good and evil and that battle will take place in the world, but it also takes place in you. The good news is, you have Christ on your side. God commanded Adam and Eve to multiply and replenish the Earth. The wisdom in that is so that spirits, waiting to have a glorious and wonderful body, could be given that chance. God has commanded it for each of us for that same reason and purpose and God does not make exceptions to His rules. I will be able to "multiply and replenish" the Earth. I will be able to give a spirit (probably one of my best friends in the pre-Earth life) a precious little body. I can't wait for the day when I can look into my wife's eyes and smile as we welcome our son into the world, knowing that we, with God's approval and power to create, made this little person. We made him. That will happen one day. I am not exempt from the blessings and commandments of God. He will make it possible. Each of you struggling with a temptation you think you can not overcome; each of you who thinks you can not have a happy life because you have gone too far down the road of sin or because you were just born to be a bad person; you are also not exempt from God's commandments nor His blessings. You can do this! God WANTS you to live the life you are supposed to live! He will provide a way and that way is made possible through Christ. I promise it. I love each of you so much (trust me, it's a talent of mine!!) and I want so much for each and every one reading this to know that I want you to be happy and I know God wants that for you too. Talk to me if you need anything. More importantly, talk to God if you need anything; ANYTHING that will benefit your life God will give it to you! Keep fighting and keep praying and keep being wonderful!!!

Beware of Pride

A few weeks ago, I learned a valuable lesson. I came to realize that pride is, arguably, the most prevalent and most difficult sin. People talk of the seven deadly sins, but pride; pride is the deadliest. There is not one person out there who has not dealt with the ugly sin of pride sometimes even on a daily basis. Pride is so hard to recognize and I think that may be one reason that it is everywhere. There are many forms of pride, but one that I want to talk about, and one that I think the other forms of pride can stem from, is enmity towards God. I've read recently that pride is essentially competitive in nature. One of the definitions of enmity is "a state of opposition to" so when we have enmity towards God, we are in opposition to God. We are putting our will in competition with God's will. I learned this lesson, as I said, a few weeks ago. I have been struggling with something for a very long time and I, for whatever reason, let it get the best of me. I became depressed and in a way that I haven't felt in a long time. I could not see the positive in situations. I could not think about getting out of bed, but I forced myself and just making it through the day was a battle. The reason? I became bitter. I decided that I was too stubborn. I was praying to God one night and I actually said, in my prayer, "Okay, Father. Here's what I would LIKE to do. I would LIKE to get out of bed tomorrow with a lot of energy, get out of bed and study my scriptures (not just read, but STUDY them) then exercise and then go walk around outside the temple and then give service or basically just finish out the day following Christ's example. Here's what I'm GOING to do tomorrow, however. I'm going to ooze out of bed at noon, eat some cereal and watch youtube videos for about 3 hours, take a nap, scroll down Pinterest until I have to go to work, go to work, come home, watch Netflix and scroll down Facebook until 2 AM and then go to bed. Why? Because I'm not strong enough to do what I'd LIKE to do, so I will just do what I usually do. Amen" Worst. Prayer. Ever. I think I was just angry. I was angry at myself for not doing more or being more. I was also angry because God has given me so much and given me so many opportunities to do more and I was essentially saying, "thanks, but no thanks. I'll just be content to do the very minimal, if that" I also stopped asking for things in my prayers because I felt that I didn't deserve anything and that if I asked for something, I would receive an answer, but do nothing with that answer, if that makes sense. For example, I would ask for help with keeping my mind clean and focused on uplifting things, but then when the prompting would come to turn off a show that I "love" I wouldn't turn off that show, EVEN though I had JUST asked for help, I denied that help when it came. So much pride. The obvious pride came from the fact that I would not listen to God and follow what He prompted me to do because, you know, CLEARLY I know better than God does, right? But here's why pride is so tricky. It disguises itself as false humility. "I feel bad that God is doing so much for me (which is true, and recognizing His kindness is a good thing) and I'm not doing enough in return, therefore I can't ask God for more things because that is just rude." (which is not what God wants. He wants you to include Him in all aspects and ask Him for His advice and for things) But it depends on what you are asking God for. Asking God for help is NEVER a bad thing. I was too proud to ask for help. True humility came when I knelt down and asked, first for forgiveness for being such a bitter jerk, but second, when I asked for help, knowing that God does more for me than I can ever do for myself. I wouldn't recommend it, but going 2 weeks without asking God for anything is awful. Again, it depends on what you are asking God for. "God, I need a lot of money, if you could make that happen, it would be great, thanks" or, "God, I want that cute vest I saw at the mall today, can you get it for me?" Even asking for good things, without putting in the effort is still an ineffective prayer, "Father, I need guidance and I need help with patience," and then 2 minutes later you are flipping off the driver in front of you for going too slow instead of recognizing the opportunity to have patience that God is giving you. This is your answer to a prayer and how did you respond to that? Not asking for anything is prideful. It's prideful because I felt like, 'well, I'm not going to listen to God's answers anyways and I would feel rude asking for things, when I know I'm not going to listen anyways, so I'm just not going to ask for anything and that way I won't hurt God when I don't follow the answers I get from Him" How illogical. Where does that leave me: alone. It leaves me to fend for myself which is so very prideful. I can do it, I make the rules, I make decisions, I, I, I. I didn't realize that I was putting my will in competition with God's will. The best thing to do is to pray for help and then FOLLOW what God says to do! And yes, that is hard to do, because we have so many things pulling for our attention and the second we watch that PG-13 movie that we wanted to watch instead of spending time with a friend who may need our help, that is when we show pride. Set aside pride and do something that might be uncomfortable to you, but it is what God has asked (go to lunch with your friend) instead of doing what is comfortable but will have no real value to you. (stay inside and watch 'Orange is the New Black' on Netflix for 2 and a half hours)I'm pretty sure that at least two of the 12 steps in addiction recovery programs are to let go and let God and recognize that you have a problem. They deal directly with pride. They tell you that you are not the most important person, God is. You, of yourself, can do nothing, but with God, you can do anything. You can not do anything with pride in your heart. It is crippling. We know the obvious forms of pride (thinking you are better than others, thinking far too much of yourself and thinking you know everything or that you are freaking amazing) but can we see the subtle pride creeping into our lives? (not willing to say you are sorry because you feel like you've done nothing wrong? Thinking that your sins are too bad for Christ to heal you? Not saying thank you to either God for His chastisement, or to others for pointing out something you could do to solve a problem that maybe has worked for them, even if it didn't work for you?) A scary challenge for you is to pray for humbling experiences. You will receive them. Pray for help in recognizing pride in yourself and situations during the day where you were prideful. The irony is, God WILL show you situations where you are prideful, you just have to be HUMBLE enough to want to change in those times. It's great if I can pray for opportunities to be humble, but if later that day I'm asked to work late to help a co-worker who is not feeling well and I say no because, "I've worked just as hard as her, I deserve to go home and relax in front of the t.v." I can almost guarantee that the opportunities to find humility in my life will be given to me less and less. In every situation you are given, think "who is this serving? Is it serving me or is it serving God?" What's great is that sometimes it is both. It is serving you and God. And once you can see that, you will realize, probably slowly at first, that it's not sometimes, but all the time. God is ALWAYS serving your best interest. He is ALWAYS wanting you to be happy. You just mistake 'pleasure' for 'happiness'. Which is a concept I never really thought about before. I get to this place where I think, God doesn't want me to have fun or enjoy _____ (whatever ______ is.) Really, God is just teaching me a better way. I am still prideful. We all are. It's not something easy to get over. In summary, I have a very ridiculous, but true example of pride: I LOVE the song, 'Problem' by Ariana Grande. I love it. I love listening to it and I love dancing like an idiot to it whenever I get the chance. God has posed the question to me, multiple times, "Brent, what does this song do for you? Does it help you realize your infinite worth like the song 'Gold' by Britt Nicole? Does it make you want to go out and serve others like the song 'I could be the one' by Stacie Orrico inspires you to do? Do you feel good or uplifted when listening to it?" It's pretty embarrassing to analyze and realize that the only reason I like that song is for a couple of reasons. 1: Ariana Grande is gorgeous and her voice is like a thousand tiny angels flying from her vocal chords. (yes, God gave her a wonderful voice, but I guarantee you I am not thinking about Heavenly Father's gifts that he gives people when I am listening to her sing) This is, essentially, putting someone before God. I am kind of, in a small degree, worshiping her, not God when I'm listening to the song. 2:I like the song because I can blast in my car with the windows down and my sunglasses on and when I drive by people they will think 'Oh man, he's listening to that song with his sunglasses on and his windows down: what a cool guy' SOOOO embarrassing, but I have LITERALLY thought this. Pride. and 3: I like the beat. But why do I like the beat? This is where it gets hard and you have to REALLY analyze. What are you honestly thinking about? Seriously though: when you are watching "the office" what are you thinking about? Are you thinking, "I love my parents, I'm so blessed to have them in my life?" are you thinking "Wow, God really has given me such a beautiful world to live in" Perhaps you are thinking, "This is just like when Christ healed that blind man or when he told his disciples to come and follow him" In reality, you are probably thinking absolutely nothing. I'm being honest, you are probably not thinking about anything. That is why we (myself included!) like to 'relax' in front of the T.V. because we can shut down and do absolutely nothing. I give the example of that song and of that T.V. show because they are two things that I really enjoy. I'm prideful. I could be listening to, viewing, or participating in much more wholesome, worthwhile activities, but I don't. Because I love my song too much. Because I love my show too much. And I need to repent. I need to try harder. You can too. Try it this week. Go ahead. Try not listening to a song you really love...better yet: Analyze what T.V. show you are currently hooked on. Why do you like 'Pretty Little Liars?' Does 'Breaking Bad' teach me to serve others or am I really just thinking about nothing when I'm watching it? Try and get rid of a little bit of pride this week... and you know what, I'm going to not listen to 'Problem' once next week (can't say that this week because it's Tuesday and I've already listened to it at least four times) So, if you see me next week, go ahead, make me accountable for my pride. Keep me in check! And I'll humbly accept your loving advice on what YOU do in your life to keep pride away. Oh, and if you need me to keep you accountable for something, let me know. To close, let us look to the Savior, Jesus Christ, as our example in all things, but here in humility. Christ suffered and died for each of us. Would he rather have done something for himself? Had he been prideful, he might have. But we learn a great lesson from St. Matthew Chapter 26 and verse 39, "and he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt." Christ put God's will before his and Christ was blessed. Not with riches, not with popularity, but with God's gifts. We may not be blessed with popularity, money, or pleasures. That does not mean we won't be blessed with a clear mind, a greater love for a daughter, a mother, or a friend, a beautiful sunset or a quiet moment of peace. If we humble ourselves, we will receive all the blessings God would have for us to receive. I'm going to work on it, and I will pray for all of you out there who are working on it too, because I know how hard it is and I love you and want you each to be blessed as well.

"For whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth.."

Okay. I really needed a chastening this week. For the past few days I've been feeling like I have been slipping. I looked at old photos of my 'past life' and felt the longing to go back. I've been falling back into habits that I once thought I was rid of and I even had the thought, "What's the point? Why are you still even trying at this point? Why do you still even care? Give up." I have felt the need to surrender to the gloom that has been building inside of me. I tried desperately this week to do anything to bring the spirit into my life. I think I went to Deseret Book 4 times this week just to feel like I was in a good place and to feel some sense of peace. I read messages from the prophets, I've sang hymns when feelings of gloom or temptation set in, I've tried talking myself up, "you're okay! You are an amazing person, and the devil just wants to make you feel sad so that he can say he has won. Keep fighting, you can do it!", I have tried to call people, I've tried buying things for myself and also for others in hopes that making someone else smile would make me feel better, I've even had to force a smile a few days this week because I was just so mad at myself and at my situation. Why? Why did I do all of these things? Why am I telling them to you now? It is not, however it may sound, to signify how wonderful I am or how much I think of others or how much good I do. (I actually tend to focus on how much BAD I do, rather than what good things I have done.) The reason I tried doing all of these things is because I love the Lord. I love my God and my Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel peace when I do what is right. I feel joy when I serve others and can forget about my own self for two seconds! I feel safety when I know that I am in places where I should be and when I am doing the things I know that I should be doing. I think I was just scared. I was scared this week. I don't like darkness. I've been there. I've been in places where it feels like the light of Christ has been all but snuffed out. I hated it. And I felt a little bit of that this week. Sadness can take a frighteningly speedy spiral downwards if it is not quickly recognized and corrected. The words of an ancient prophet from the Americas named Nephi come to my mind and have been the thoughts of my heart for the past few days, "O wretched man that I am! Yea, my heart sorroweth because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities. I am encompassed about, because of the sins which do so easily beset me. And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins...." (1st book of Nephi; chapter 4 verses 17-19 I have been sad because I haven't been good enough. Because I haven't done enough and because my heart isn't in the right place. I can not go on. I can not keep fighting and I can not take another step. Nephi continues, "my heart groaneth because of my sins: nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted. My God hath been my support; he hath led me through afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep. He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consuming of my flesh...Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the night time." Tonight, my parents and I watched 'Ephraim's rescue': a movie about pioneers who crossed plains and deserts and streams and rivers and snow and ice through unbelievable circumstances: losing loved ones, giving up all of their wealth and social status, succumbing to frost bite, being belittled and persecuted by men and women who should have been their brothers and sisters in the spirit. It was an amazing story and my mom commented that "it's been said that the pioneers would look at our day and think 'I couldn't do that' while we sit here and watch what the pioneers went through and think, 'I couldn't do that" and I explained what I had felt during the film and in watching the pioneers struggles. Part 1: The trials are different, but the test of faith is the same. There is an amazing story of a man who was involved in one of the handcart companies that had to pull all that they owned with them in a handcart many, many miles to get to their final destination. He said something that I have pondered all throughout the movie "I have pulled my handcart when I was so weak and weary from illness and lack of food that I could hardly put one foot ahead of the other. I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go only that far and there I must give up for I cannot pull the load through it..." Many years later, I still say the same thing. I tell myself, even this very week have I told myself, "I must give up for I cannot pull the load..." A few mornings this week I just wanted to stay in bed, fearing I could not face the day and fight another battle. My struggles are different than yours are. My struggles are different from the pioneers. But struggle is universally known and experienced by all. There seems to be an unending supply of heartaches and sorrows to go around; for everyone to face. Part 2: Hope comes through faith in the Lord, Jesus Christ and in Repentance and the cleansing effect of the Savior's love and his healing powers. There is one part in the movie 'Ephraim's Rescue' where a young man is given a blessing of health and comfort. He had given up his shoes because they were basically no longer shoes anymore and had walked in snow for so long that frostbite had set in and his feet were bloodied and blackened from the severity of the frostbite. Ephraim gives this young man a blessing and says something to the effect that, "even though they are black, your feet will work again" and the thought came to me of my life, my heart and my soul. "even though it is black, your soul will work again. Even though it was black, your heart will work again." I spent so much time in blackness and in darkness. I think that is what was getting to me this week was the memory of that darkness and I worried that I would go back to that. But what I didn't consider was the lesson God was trying to teach. In the book of Hebrews in the Bible we read, "For whom the Lord loveth, he chaseneth..." (Hebrews Chapter 12 verse 6) Job knew the meaning of these words. He lost everything and was told to curse God and die. But Job said, "I know that my redeemer liveth...he knoweth the way that I take:when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold." (Job chapter 19 verse 25 and chapter 23 verse 10) My God loves me. He wants me to succeed. He wants me to learn and to grow. The only way I am going to learn and grow is if I can be tested. How can I ever know the peace that comes from doing what is right if I have not tasted of the fear and unsurety that comes from doing what is wrong. The only way that I know joy comes in serving others is because I've felt the unhappiness that comes when I am self-centered and self-serving. I feel safety in doing what is good and I know what safety feels like because I have witnessed for myself the very soul harrowing fear and terror that comes from not knowing if you are safe. It is truly dark and terrifying, but I experienced that terror and now...now I know what light and what happiness TRULY comes from being clean, following God, and listening to Christ! I can not describe how dark my life was but I also can not find words to describe how happy and blessed I am today. I had to say some major, "I'm sorry's" to my Heavenly Father for my pride and my selfishness this week! I forgot how blessed I am. I forgot how much God loves me. He loves me so much that He sends trials to me so that I can remember exactly how much He loves me. That might not make sense. But I felt pretty crappy this week and then God sent me that movie to remind me that, "Brent, you CAN go on, you can keep going and you can keep fighting." I quoted a man earlier and a story he told, he finishes his thought by saying, "...I have looked ahead and seen a patch of sand or a hill slope and I have said, I can go only that far and there I must give up for I cannot pull the load through it. I have gone to that sand and when I reached it, the cart began pushing me! I have looked back many times to see who was pushing my cart, but my eyes saw no one. I knew then that the Angels of God were there. “Was I sorry that I chose to come by handcart? No! Neither then nor any minute of my life since. The price we paid to become acquainted with God was a privilege to pay and I am thankful that I was privileged to come in the Martin Handcart Company.” I can not pull the load...but I don't have to. Jesus has said, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." (St. Matthew chapter 11 verses 28-30) Christ will pull your load. Let him help you. I can not do this life on my own; I just can't. Thankfully, I don't have to. My heart is turned, now, to a few particular souls (none of whom will read this, I am ALMOST sure...but the Lord works in mysterious ways so I can not say I am fully sure they will not read this)...my heart is turned to a few particular souls who I feel may not feel like they have the courage to come back to church. Maybe they don't want to come back to church, but maybe they just want to come back to the light and happiness that IS part of living the teachings of Christ. They are afraid. There is too much to give up and they have done too much and are in far too deep for them to ever change that around. I wish with all of my heart that I could divulge the amount of things that I "gave up" or the exact changes that I made in my life, but I can not go into detail. I won't because it pains me too much to think of the things I used to do. I will say a few things though: the day I received the warning voice of the Lord telling me I needed to repent and change my ways, I remember saying, "But how? I will have to leave my partner of 6 years. I will have to explain to all of my friends what I've done and I will lose friends. My partner and I have an apartment, where will he live? Where will I live? How can I afford it? What will my family and everyone close to me think? I will have to break my partner's poor heart. I can't do it. There's too much involved." I tell you with all truthfulness that God spoke to me. I did not see Him, but the words were clear, "Trust me." I broke my partner's heart. I changed my number so as to not receive any more texts from him. I shut down all sites that I used to frequent that had anything to do with same gender attraction and "dating" I shut down my Facebook to rid myself of all of the friends in my life who made me feel unclean, unhappy, and unChristian. I also shut down my Facebook so that I didn't have all of the memories of when I was so young and foolish and unholy. I gave up tea and coffee (I still sigh a little when I walk by the iced Starbucks vanilla coffee at Wal-Mart). I gave up R-rated movies (and actually have turned off a few PG-13 movies) I moved back in with my parents and at 28 years old, felt like one of those losers who lives in their parents basement until they are 35 and I was so worried about all of the social stereotypes associated with single, 30 somethings still living with their parents. I lost friends, a comfy home with happy memories of times spent with my best friend and partner, a pet who I still miss terribly and many more things. But what have I gained? I have true happiness. I have friends who make me smile and who make me laugh, not because of off-color jokes or irreverent talk but because they are uplifting and because they make me feel better that I am me and that it's okay to have standards of morality even if some of these friends don't fully understand ("wait...so...like you don't drink coffee at all? That's so weird, but whatever!" Haha) I lost some friends, but I got my family back. I had chosen, by my actions, to separate myself from my family. I could not feel clean or comfortable around them. Now I do...most of the time (still working on that sometimes) I gained 2 beautiful nieces and 2 very handsome nephews who mean more to me than any thing that used to hold importance to me in my old life. I have peace every Sunday when I listen to the hymns. I gained a relationship with my Father in Heaven that means more to me than any R-rated movie, unwholesome song lyric, coffee, foul language, or sexual relation could ever offer me. I smile so very much more than I used to and I gained clarity, love, comfort, hope, understanding, patience, and maybe 500 more things that I just can't think about right now because it's late and I should be in bed! But my point is...repent. Be brave and make that change. Choose to be happy again. Choose to come back home. It's so worth it. I know I didn't start off this post making it sound like it's worth it, but that is my very point. The reason I keep doing these good things even when it is hard and even when the world seems so much more "worth it" than being above the world and it's teachings; the reason is because what I have gained is so much more than what I have "given up" I would rather give up foul language than give up on being truly safe. I would rather give up an r-rated movie than give up one moment without the comfort of Christ. In "giving up" the "fun things" in life and in obeying the "rules" of the church, I have found more freedom and happiness than I ever thought would be possible. It is possible. I love you, my friends, please come back. I'll be here for you! And here are a few things that make me happy: my nieces and nephews, my good friends, standing in holy places like the temple, being modest in dress and in speech and in action, spending time with my dad and mom (I already put a picture of my mom up and this was all I could find of my dad and I! Haha)...and I was going to put a picture of food, but that happiness has always been happiness at ALL times of my life. :)

Finding Peace and Love in Christ.

I watched a movie last night about a girl who meets a guy and they fall in love. I don't know if you've ever seen that one, but...they end up together and spend the rest of their lives together and are blissfully happy together. I don't know why I do that to myself. Why I watch sappy, romantic comedies. I end up feeling like the funny best friend in the movie who is single and no one cares whether or not they end up with someone because they are just the funny friend. Just so you know, even the funny friend gets lonely sometimes. I felt particularly lonely last night. I don't know why that happens. It is not every day and it doesn't last too long, but sometimes I just get lonely. My mom always says, "if you ever feel lonely, talk to me! Call a friend to go do something! You have so many people who love you!" My mom is wonderful. And she's right, I do have a lot of love and support in my life. But when the dinner with friends is over, when the movie is over and my parents go to bed, when my shift ends at work and I go home, I still get into bed alone. I haven't kissed anyone (aside from my nieces and nephews, but that's different!) in a little under a year. I haven't been held in someone's arms in...I can't remember the last time, and Checkers, my build-a-bear turtle, was the last one that I hugged and cuddled with. I know it might sound stupid, but it really isn't to those of us who are dealing with it. I feel sorry for myself, but then I think of my grandmothers who both lost their husbands and have been alone for years. I think of those women whose husbands leave them and now they are alone and have to find courage to start over or finish this life alone. I think about all the other single people out there who worry that they are too picky or are too old or aren't pretty enough or might just never find that one person to love them and that they can love. On particularly rough nights, I do actually cry and then squeeze Checkers really tight and wait for the light of day to make things better. It always seems to be better in the morning; in the light. I think about Christ, the Light of the world. Who was with him in the end? When he was in Gethsemane suffering more than anyone can comprehend, his apostles (his friends) were asleep. Even His Father, God, let Christ suffer utterly alone. Being single and lonely, I feel for my grandmothers. I want to give all the widows a hug, a big hug and say "yea, this sucks, I know, but here's a hug to help you feel better for even 2 minutes." Christ says in St. John chapter 14; verse 18 "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you" And I believe that. Why would Christ, who also had to be alone, turn away the lonely? He will not; He knows how awful it is and how terrible it feels. He gives me hugs everyday. "yea, this sucks, I know, but here's a loving mother to help you feel better for 1 hour at lunch. Here's a great job with smiling, wonderful friends to help you feel better for 6 to 8 hours at work. Here's a friend to make you feel better for 2 minutes with an uplifting text message" God loves me and, through His son, Jesus Christ, He finds ways to make me feel not so alone. Okay, so I haven't been ROMANTICALLY kissed in a year, but I got to kiss my niece's cheeks and she didn't even mind...too much! Yea, I haven't been held in someone's arms physically. But I feel the arms of God's love envelop me and give me peace and strength to make it through another day. You know, there have been stories of strong men and women throughout history. Pioneers who crossed the plains and gave up everything they owned in hopes of a better tomorrow; ancestors who set sail in search of freedom of religion; and men and women who built up civilizations and places of worship where swamps and deserts once were. But I like to think of those powerful people of strength who still exist today. Men who quit their jobs or who are denied promotions because they simply refuse to smoke or drink with their associates after work; women who beat cancer or who have suffered through it with dignity and optimism until they were brought back to rest with their Father in Heaven; men who give up the chance for a seemingly happy relationship with another man so that they can follow God's plan for ETERNAL families and LASTING happiness with a wife and children (a wife and children who may not come in this life, but in the life after); and women who maintain strength after leaving an abusive relationship to start anew with their children hoping that they may one day find a man who will love them and their child and can look past the baggage of their past to a more wonderful future (even though that man may never come until much later in their life) We all have strength. I look to you in these situations and in each person I come into contact with as examples of faith, courage, hope, optimism, long suffering, and kindness. I'm so grateful that you have suffered too. "Is not this God's purpose in causing his children to suffer? He wants them to become more like himself. God has suffered far more than man ever did or ever will, and is therefore the great source of sympathy and consolation." (-Orson F. Whitney) I'm grateful because it lets me know that I'm not the only one; that there are those to whom I can go for advice, counsel, comforting, and love. My problem is I never do. If someone asks me if I'm okay, I will always say "yes." Always. Because I am okay...mostly. I'm prideful. I do not ask for help. I will not ask for help. There are many who are far worse off than I am who actually need the help and I'm fine. I can take care of myself. It's amazing how I can feel so lonely at times and yet still be so fiercely independent. I HATE asking for help or burdening others with my sad sob-story of "oh poor me, I can't do it." But God is chastening me every day! He reminds me all the time that I need HIS help. There are things I simply CAN NOT do alone; which drives me CRAZY!!! It's frustrating to not feel in control, but pride is a powerful tool of the adversary and I know that once I can learn to give control to God that I will have more peace and more happiness. He also reminds me, "hey, Brent, do you feel burdened when someone comes to you and asks you for help and do you feel like 'ugh, another sob story from so-and-so' when they come to you for advice or comfort? No? Well, then why in the world do you feel like everyone else feels that way about you?" Good point, Heavenly Father, good point. I still don't know why I do that. But friends and family, have patience with me. I'm stubborn, prideful, and terrible with asking for help, but I'm working on it! I love you, all of you and I thank you for making my life a little less lonely. :)

When men's hearts shall fail them...

I have been richly blessed. Last year, I made big changes in my life and there were trials and tears and there was joy and total happiness. Last year was a big year for me. This year has been harder. I think that one of Satan's most powerful weapons he has against us, or at least me, is to have us lose focus on the little things. Last year, I gave up coffee and tea, I stopped watching R-rated movies, and I left my partner. I went from praying once a year, to twice a day (often more than that) I went from never reading the scriptures (what kept me from reading was the guilt I felt from the truth; harsh to the unrepentant sinner, peaceful to the penitent seeker of forgiveness) to reading scripture every day. I worked on deleting contacts in my phone of all the boys I used to text when I was feeling lonely or when I needed a moment of sin back in my life. I got rid of certain apps on my phone (once they lead to excitement and pleasure, now they lead to pain and disgust) I got rid of any clothing that was immodest (and yes, men, you can wear immodest clothing too, not just women) or that took my mind to places it should not dwell. I asked my work for Sundays off so I could now attend a church I had long since lost a love for. So many big, life-altering decisions were made last year. I made all of these changes, keeping in mind that, as I did more and more to align myself with God, the less and less I would feel Satan's influence. This was an error in thinking. I've come to find out that as one aligns themselves more and more with God, the greater and harder the devil tries to get you back to where he was happy. We know that Satan "seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself." (Book of Mormon; 2 Nephi Chapter 2, verse 27) I didn't realize this however, until this year. Last year, with all the changes I was making I was feeling the influence of God and His spirit so much and that kept me going each day. Satan was strong. I had terror and I had fear that I can't explain. But I also had joy that I have never experienced before. So what does this have to do with focusing on the little things? I tell of my major changes to make a point. This year, I CONTINUE to try and read my scriptures every day. I STILL go to church on Sunday. I have yet to watch another R-rated movie. (though, I'm now realizing PG-13 movies can also be terribly uninspiring, filthy, and inappropriate) I have not had coffee or tea. (although I still can't walk by a Starbucks iced coffee without making a small frown and giving a tiny sigh of loss for my friend...I miss you sometimes, Starbucks.) In short, I haven't made any life-altering changes or decisions this year; and THAT is when Satan attacked me hard. It is hard to not be able to take sacrament with others at church. I want that cleansing, that only comes from Christ, every week. It's painful to watch children sing in church and wave to their parents and know that I am still waiting for my son to wave to me and my still-yet-to-materialize wife. I become so frustrated when a lesson is being taught and I want so much to participate and raise my hand. I want so much to speak in church and let others know of the great things that I have learned that week. I feel impressed to mention, at this point, that those who are not of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints...and, actually, even some who ARE of the LDS church... who may not understand "the rules." They may even think that the Mormon church is evil, restrictive, and controlling. I do not see it this way. I see this as a punishment. Not as a punishment of hate, but as a punishment with love. If a parent takes a child's doll away until they 'can say they are sorry for hitting your brother' or 'until you can appreciate your car, you may not drive it for a week' we don't say that the parent is evil, controlling, or hateful. Even though a teenager may say "YOU HATE ME!" when a parent takes their cell phone away as a punishment, the parent does not, and a good parent will NEVER, hate their own child. They are giving their child a chance to appreciate what they have and to work harder to get back that which was taken away or lost, due to the child's own disobedience. Similarly, and as hard as it is to deal with, I know that I lived a life that was against God's teachings and so God, not the church, placed certain restrictions on me, for the time being, so that I can appreciate the things in my life that I miss. Once I have proven to God that I am worthy to have those great things back in my life, He will restore those things to me and I will be even more happy. There are those who complain or reject a calling in the church, for whatever reason. I can't have a calling yet. I wish sometimes that they could switch places with me, "okay, you don't want to serve God in the calling He chose for you, let's take away your option to have ANY calling..." That approach would maybe be a bit too extreme. But my point is, don't ever take for granted your many blessings and opportunities that some of us have to go without in order so that we ALSO can appreciate our blessings once they return to us. In the midst of all of this frustration, Satan appears. "Brent, what's the point? You were happy before. Now you can't do anything you want to do and what are the blessings you are receiving? Do you have a wife? Can you go inside the temple? Can you do ANYTHING? What's the point?" Add to that the constant barrage of the world and it equals a really difficult situation. Last year, I made so many amazing and huge changes, this year, it seems like I have done nothing of worth or nothing amazing. This is Satan's tool. "I went to church today, but I didn't pay attention to ALL the talks that were given." "I didn't read my scriptures today; therefore my day was bad." I think that I got used to all the big changes last year so now, if I do anything of worth it doesn't seem to be making a big difference. I think it's also the fact that I don't see any progress. I am just doing the same thing every day and feeling like, even though it's not true, I am not getting any blessings for my "hard work." Then the thought also comes, "you are sooooo not working hard. If you REALLY wanted it, if you were REALLY working hard, then you would stop watching t.v. shows that talk about sex (even if The Office is really funny) you would listen to every prompting that God gives you, you would stop checking out guys and focus on the Savior 'at all times, in all things, and in all places' You just aren't trying hard enough." My weakness is my over thinking...of everything! Satan uses my over-active thinking against me and I end up over-thinking myself into a depression because I simply am never going to be good enough. What I, and maybe most of us, need to realize is that I (we) can not be perfect. Not in this life. I will never be able to follow ALL the commandments ALL the time. But I can be good enough. Because of Christ, I can be good enough. I will make mistakes. Some days I will make a lot more mistakes than others. The key is to remember that EVERYBODY makes mistakes. Everybody has those days (ugh...Hannah Montana) When I have a particularly hard day (or hard days like I have the past few days) I need to keep fighting, keep going, and keep moving forward. I need to remember my accomplishments and the things that the Lord has helped me do. I don't know how to do that quite yet and so I'm turning this to you, the reader. What things do you do to remember your worth? When you are feeling like "the only accomplishment I can have is getting out of bed this morning..and I don't want to do that," what else do you tell yourself or what things do you to do get yourself out of that "funk" and back on the path of happiness? Please let me know and I will share what has helped me. To close, one thing that does help me is having loved ones around me. I always feel inadequate, unimportant, and sinful. To have friends around that build me up and tell me how awesome I am is...well...great, but, quite frankly, very surprising. I don't ever see that in myself. If someone says, "Brent, you are so great!" I immediately think, "you must not know me very well then because I did _______________ yesterday" or "I can't believe that is true, when I know that I _________ earlier this week and if you knew that I did that, you wouldn't think I was so great anymore." But (and I HONESTLY don't mean to sound cocky or prideful here) the more that I hear from someone or someones how great I am....I kind of start to believe them. A small glimmer of hopeful thinking pops in saying "hmmm...maybe you are a kind person. Maybe you CAN be a good guy after all." I truly believe that love is one thing that gets me out of my funk. (and hugs are ALWAYS appropriate in my opinion soooo show some love!) So tell me, what helps you? What keeps you going? My life is hard, yes. So is everyone's. But God's love is real. He loves me, He knows me, He makes me smile, and He sends help when I'm not smiling. He is my friend and my joy and He is definitely one thing that keeps me going every day.

Healing

I was asked this week, as a recommended topic of study, to focus on the Savior and His power to heal. We know that in the Bible, Christ's ministry was filled with healing the sick, lame, mute, deaf, handicapped, possessed, and sometimes, even already deceased. As members of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, it is also known that God loves all of His children and afforded those in the ancient Americas the same blessings of having Christ with them as those in Jerusalem and it's surrounding areas were given the opportunity. During Christ's ministry, He told his disciples "other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd." (King James Bible: St. John, Chapter 10 verse 16) After Christ's death, He appeared to those in the Americas to allow all of God's children the opportunity to see Christ, to be in His presence as so many in Bethlehem, Jerusalem, and other such places were able to. The reason for this explanation is as a sort of precursor to the scripture that really struck me in the Book of Mormon. I suppose it makes more sense to get a sort of idea of what is happening when Christ says what He says. He has appeared to those in America and has taught them the doctrines that he taught his disciples such as the beattitudes, (blessed are the....) the commandments, and the general running of His church. He then tells them that He has to go and visit other sheep. (Book of Mormon: 3 Nephi, chapter 17 verse 5 and 6) "And it came to pass that when Jesus had thus spoken, he cast his eyes round about again on the multitude, and beheld they were in tears, and did look steadfastly upon him as if they would ask him to tarry a little longer with them. And he said unto them: Behold, my bowels are filled with compassion towards you." This next verse is the verse that hit me the most and that I wanted to share my thoughts on, "Have ye any that are sick among you? Bring them hither. Have you any that are lame, or blind, or halt, or maimed, or leprous, or that are withered, or that are deaf, or that are afflicted in any manner? Bring them hither and I will heal them, for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy." (Book of Mormon: 3 Nephi, Chapter 17 verse 7) I thought about Christ and His power to heal, and I thought, "He can heal each of these things, figuratively, in me." So I thought about each point and would like to share them with you. Any Sick I once had a very sick mind and my spirit suffered as a result. My mind and my actions were so saddening when I think back on them. Lame I can not walk on this road alone. I need Christ to heal me and be my crutches, so to speak. Only with His help can I take the steps needed to get back to God and to Christ. Blind In my previous life, I could not see what I was doing wrong. I was blinded by the many bad choices and many childish decisions that I made. I did not want to see that what I was doing was destroying me. Alternatively, I could not, and still find it a challenge to, see a bright and a hopeful future. One where I could have the things I wanted and still be spiritual and right with the Lord. With Christ's healing, I hope to have a renewed vision for my future. Halt The definition of halt is "a suspension of movement or activity..." This I know to be true for me. I can not move forward. My progress in this life has been suspended. My activity in the church of Jesus Christ has, indeed, been suspended. However, the definition goes on, "a suspension of movement or activity typically a temporary one" This gives me hope. I know that, while I can not participate as a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I know that it is because I need to get to the place of healing. I must be healed enough to live a life that is in line with Christ's teachings and I'm still working on that. But this inactivity and this suspension in movement is definitely a temporary thing that, with Christ's love, grace, and healing, can be put back into activity and movement soon. Maimed I have hurt myself with my actions. I hurt others with my lack of example and lack of the spirit. I am, now, a wounded individual with lots of scarring; some of which may never go away and may even be visible to others. Christ promises that He can heal that, too. And what comfort that brings. Lepers Yes even Leprosy. When I think of a leper, I think of one whom others are afraid to touch or get close to; one who doesn't fit in or belong; an outcast. Because of my mistakes, I gave up a life close to God and pushed many good people away. On my road back, I feel like my past has left me cast out. I don't know where I belong and I don't know how to get close to others or let others get close to me. I feel like, because of the choices I make and "if only that person really knew the things I did" that people would not want to be friends with me or would not want to be around me, not unlike a leper. Christ can heal this, too. He already is. I have found people who don't care what I did in the past, but rather care what my future holds and they want to be a part that helps me have that good future. People will say nice things to me or say something nice about me (that I usually don't believe) and I get the feeling that "okay, you might be able to fit in after all." The great thing that I forget about is that all of us have done stupid things. No one is perfect and if we are going to be mean to someone or shun someone because we feel like their mistakes are too awful, then we need to seriously step back and realize our own faults and mistakes too before cutting someone out of our lives for their mistakes. Withered This is an interesting definition of withered, "to lose the freshness of youth." Christ asks us to become as little children. I have lost, or had lost, that belief in Christ. My submission and humility were overshadowed by my stubbornness and my false sense of freedom "I can do what I want, the church can't tell me how to live." It is not the church telling us how to live, it is Christ telling how to live. And Christ is only offering one choice. He is telling us how to live a life that is happy and with true joy. I saw it as Christ telling me what to do and taking my freedom from me. Ironically, I was free to choose sadness. I chose bad influences, bad language, bad movies, bad music, and bad habits that, though I can't (nor do I want to) get into detail, all of these actions left me more trapped and more of a slave. So much for "freedom." I imagine a sad, old man; wrinkled with age and withered, spiritually, emotionally, and maybe even physically, from a life of sin and regret. Christ can heal me. He can heal all of us. We can have a new lease on life and find that "freshness of youth" that we forgot about so many terrible mistakes ago. Deaf Almost done, I promise. As with being blind, I closed my ears to words of caution and words of help. I also am deaf to the promptings of the spirit. Christ is actually in the process of healing that for me right now. As I listen more and more to the things that the spirit is telling me are good choices and prompting me to do (and I have a choice whether I want to do them or not) and when I choose those good things, I am able to hear more and more good things and make more and more good choices. Afflicted in any manner Last one. This sums it all up basically. Christ can heal ANYTHING. Emotional scarring, physical shortcomings or appetites, spiritual malnourishment, and mental exhaustion and unhappiness. Christ can heal it all. I can not fathom that and it is hard for me to understand the amazing scope of just how awesome that is that Christ can do that for EVERYONE, not just me. But it's pretty good to know that I have a physician on hand all the time who can heal me and I hope we all take comfort in knowing that no matter what our figurative illness may be, we can be made new and whole through Christ.

Stand in the Light...

"But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." - Bible; 1 John chapter 1, verse 7. I only recently have begun to understand the light. I believe in opposition as a means of teaching us and to understand the light, one must understand the darkness. Think back on your life. Are you proud of every moment? Are there moments you regret? Are there moments you wish never happened? Are there times in your life when you couldn't breathe from laughing so hard? Are there times when you couldn't see from the tears of sadness, or tears of joy? I think it's safe to say that we all have been in desperate times. We have all had joyful and wonderful times. We have all been at that place where we are frightened by the person that we see staring back at us in the mirror or, in my case, by the person we are viewing in what feels like a very real out-of-body experience. I have had moments, on my road back, where the memory of those things I did in my past life are quite literally too much for me to handle and I have to pray, take a nap, or just cry until I couldn't feel anymore; until the fear and the pain went away. I have had times where I just had no idea what to do or where to go. It's not a good feeling. I don't need to tell you this, though. Each one of us can look at some point in our life with shame, fear, regret, or unhappiness. It would be foolish of us to think that we are always happy and that we all live perfect lives. My mom and dad have some friends that, to me, are the epitome of perfection. They couldn't be a more spiritual family if they tried. I often pattern my choices and the decisions I make based on the question "what would the Hyers do?" (I'm working on that whole "what would Jesus do" thing, but that is a perfection that is equally as difficult to live up to as this family's!) A few years back, this family lost a son. There life was no longer perfect. (though, I'm sure they will tell you that it was imperfect before) They had a trial and they had a time of darkness. I look at them now and they are still just as amazing as they have ever been; full of faith and love for God. I can not imagine the kind of strength, faith, and eternal perspective that this family must have had to have. The mother of this boy is a constant joy. She is happy, still full of faith, and lifts others up simply with her presence. My mother once asked her how she did it. "How can you be so full of joy with such hardships?" This mother said "it's because of the atonement." It's because of Christ. I thought I understood what that meant. I still don't fully understand it perfectly, but I'm grateful I get to learn more about it with every struggle that I have. I don't like to think of life as "why do bad things happen to good people?" I don't think that is how God sees it. I think God sees it as, "how can the good people gain more good?" We gain goodness through hard times. If we didn't feel the sting of sadness or the pain of unhappiness, we would never appreciate or value the joy from gladness or the peace from happiness. If you were given a test with all the answers, how much would you learn? I'm going to guess that it would be little to nothing. If we are given a test and then allowed to do it on our own we would learn a lot more. The great thing is, God doesn't put us here and then give us a test without first giving us knowledge to pass the test. Sometimes, though, the real knowledge isn't gained until after the test and that is the hardest thing to understand. I could not see a way out during my test. But the knowledge I have gained has helped me in any future exams to be given. Where does "the light" come into all of this? Christ is mentioned as being "the light" quite often in the scriptures. I have been able to apply this light so much more now. Here's how. (hopefully I can make sense. I don't know that you will read this and think "OH! Okay, I understand exactly what the light of Christ is now!" but hopefully I can get you started on learning more about it.) So, during this journey back into the church, I studied about Christ. Christ took upon him all of our sins. All of them. He has paid for them. He has taken care of them. The fact that he did that for someone so stupid and imperfect as me, is just overwhelming to think about. It's like owing your father a hundred dollars and your brother pays it to your dad for you and you don't have to pay it back. ever. All you have to do is love your brother (which is easy when he's done something that nice for you) and do your best. The amazing thing is, we all keep owing more and more to our father. One hundred dollars becomes five hundred because we bought something we couldn't afford or we bet on something that we thought was a sure thing and turned out being a mistake. That five hundred becomes a thousand dollars when we try and move out and buy a place well beyond what we can afford, but we think "It's okay, I have this all planned out and I will get the money later" and that never happens. We continue to make monetary mistakes; some big, most of them small but in great numbers, until the debt seems too high to ever repay. Our brother paid it already. I have the image of someone, sitting in a dark room, millions of dollars owing, and not a hope in sight and then getting a phone call from dad "son, don't worry about it, your brother took care of it." How much light would then be brought into that dark place. How much love would we have for our brother. Jesus took care of me. He, as close to literally as possible, picked me up and carried me out of that terrifying, hopeless, and dark place and set me on a path filled with light and endless possibilities. I owe him big time! All that Christ wants from me, all he wants from any of us, is to just walk in the light and not step back into that darkness again. It would be so foolish of us to go back into that dark room when there is a room filled with light, good friends, happy family members, and joyful times. Why on earth would we choose that dark room? Because we are human. And maybe because we feel like we deserve the dark room. We have lived in it for so long that it has become a place, the only place, we feel we belong or deserve. Don't do that to yourself! Please, please don't think that you are only as good as a darkened room. You have all the potential in the world to stand in the room, lighted by Christ, where all of the truly good things are. You belong there. "but I was racked with eternal torment, for my soul was harrowed up to the greatest degree and racked with all my sins...oh, thought I, that I could become extinct both soul and body, that I might not be brought to stand in the presence of my God...while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins, I remembered one Jesus Christ...now as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me...and now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more. and oh, what joy and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain..." (Book of Mormon; Alma chapter 36 verses 12, 15, and 17-20) Christ is light and all that he gives is light. We can be lights as well: "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven." (Bible; Matthew chapter 5 verse 16) You can be that light that others feed off of as one way out of the darkness, but you can only be a light for someone else if you understand the source of your light and the true source of all light: the Son.