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   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

*Prayer*

 

 

I let my eyes drift upwards

To the heavens that they seek

I wonder if I pray now

To my Father that I weep

 

It feels so cold inside of me

Like an icy, hollow cube

But don’t betray my outside

Which is quite warm with solitude

      

I lift my shaking hands

And fold them across my chest

I bow my head in prayer

And wonder what is next?

 

How do I speak to my Father?

Like a boy to a silhouette face?

Or perhaps with great respect,

Of the highest payment to make

 

“Oh Father, My Lord, in heaven

I thank thee of this day

For giving me rich blessings

And a family for me to stay

 

I hear you watch over me

With a fatherly look of kind

I hear that you help guide me

Through my troubles of demise

          

I know you are our Father

One of the greatest men we seek

I see your outstretched hand

Held out for the weak

 

The light illuminating off you

Gives me the strength of three

That I may have the courage

To follow after thee

          

To carry out thy mission

Is an honor I cannot describe

To be loved by you, Heavenly Father

Is a love that electrifies

 

My soul bows before you

In all your heavenly praise

For you are my Father

The center of my ways

 

I ask only one favor

Or a question to be asked

For protection of my family

Is the only thing at task

 

I hold them dear to me, Father

And do not wish to let go

For as long as I am holding

They’ll stay sacred like the grove

 

I will try to keep thy commandments

And be the best I can be

In hope, my Heavenly Father

That you will only see

 

For I am your humble servant

Who will serve thee until the end

I will try to fill your commands

To one’s final demand

 

I seek thy glowing presence

In these Latter Days

I sing for all thy kindness

That Heavenly Mother portrays

 

For you are my role model

That I would follow till the end

Until I start anew

In a world of my command”

 

I let my arms drop down

To feel the salty tears

To wipe away all

Of my childish fears

 

I don’t feel so cold anymore

Like a man without a coat

The inside is like the outside now

Warm with Devotion’s hope

 

I can see you smiling now

Warming my very heart

You stand before me now

With your glory still a part

 

I smile like a child

Innocent to the core

For all my troubles are gone

Gone away before the Lord

 

I see Christ beside you

Perfect in every way

He is smiling also

Like a man about to pray

 

I see the love in your eyes

Like a glowing flame

You love all your children

In so many ways

 

You love us all so much

That you gave us your begotten son

So whoever will believe in him

Will not perish in the run

 

 Jesus loves us too

 For he is my brother

Who sacrificed himself for us

So that we may return tomorrow

 

You let us experience pain

Misery, happiness, over again

So that we may follow your path

Back to the world where heaven is at

 

You’re fading away from me now

From the view of my naked eye

But I can still feel your presence here

A strengthening warmth that fills my heart

 

Many hands are on my shoulders

From my former brothers

Adam, Jacob, and Abraham

Are not the only ones I encounter

 

They all fade away from me

Each with a smile in turn

I am comforted to know now

That so many were concerned

 

Always in my heart are they

Who comforted me on that single day

For I have been given the strength to stay

And guide the Lord’s children another day

 

“Father in heaven, I pray to thee

For the others who are just like me

To know there is someone above

Who will love thee like a father does”

 

I look back out my window

That is full of watery spray

To the sunshine shining

Beautiful, golden rays

 

I hear the angels coming

Praising their Father above

I hear the angels singing

Of their Heavenly love

 

Their golden trumpets shining

Releasing harmony and love

Feel the warmth radiating

I watch the flying, white dive

 

I know my church is true by now

And what comfort it brings and how

For I have witnessed on a few accounts

The love, thy Lord, truly gives out