One many occasions I have felt disheartened about some aspect of myself. Just yesterday, I felt disheartened about my knowledge of this church, and that I wasn’t wise enough to post anything that had to do with the church. I prayed to Heavenly Father about how I felt about it and how I didn’t want to misinform anyone and I felt a warmth spread throughout my body. I felt comforted, but I was still saddened. I logged back on and noticed that I had a comment from PapilioMemnon. I read that comment and my spirits lifted almost immediately as if the cloudy day became sunny. I felt happy and a bit pathetic about how sad I was. I thank her for making my day much better! I also thank Ruthiechan for the website on PG-13 movies!

   Now today I wanted to share a special experience of mine. Those people who live in large families then they know how noisy it can get sometimes. Being number seven out of eight can get hard sometimes. I’m commonly known as the responsible and smart kid. A title that is very hard to carry. You have to be the one with the grades and the one who has very many responsibilities. My parents aren’t the kind to hold anyone’s expectations high, but I always felt that they did for me. I love them anyways. This is an entry in my journey, and, or, diary.

*Saturday Night, May 31*

I’ve finally broken down. My youngest sister and brother had another fight. These fights don’t usually bother me. I try to get them to stop as soon as it starts, but there was something different about this fight.

   The fight lasted a good fifteen minutes of non-stopping argument. I tried to calm my younger sister down, while at the same time try to get my brother to ignore her consistent ranting, but that didn’t work either. Finally I told my sister that my brother would learn a lesson about losing stuff, and that she’ll learn a lesson about being argumentative when she talks to other people and our family. That finally ended it, and I felt close to tears.

   I walked our dog Max to the front yard to go to the bathroom, and tears just began to run down my face. I sat on the ground near one of our cars and cried. All I wanted was the fighting to stop, and for there to be peace one again between them. So I decided to pray to Heavenly Father, but was interrupted by my younger sister who was calling our parents to see if they were almost home. Not wanting her to see me in such a state I avoided her by going through the garage, but I wasn’t sure if she saw the tears on my face.

   I walked through the house and into my parent’s bathroom. I closed and locked the door and cried some more. I prayed to Heavenly Father for comfort and about how I was sad. And as my prayer ended I didn’t feel the need to cry. The situation didn’t seem as bad, and I felt much better. So either crying makes me feel better or Heavenly Father answered my prayer and brought me comfort. I like to think that latter.

   So my message here today is to trust in your Heavenly Father no matter what. Maybe that experience was one of my hardships, and to see how I would react to it. Those of you who feel sad and lost pray to Heavenly Father for comfort and guidance because he listens to your prayers.

Tags: Personal Beliefs

Bookmark: