Saturday, February 19, 2011
I love diversity. Even within the state of Pennsylvania, there are so many different kinds of people. I traveled all over the eastern side of Pennsylvania, and I met hundreds of people. I'm not just talking about different races, ethnicites, cultures, countries, etc, although that does add to the diversity. I'm talking about each individual person. Obviously, cultures, races, countries, and ethnicities play a mighty big factor. But, each person is different.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Pardon me if this doesn't seem like something worthy of "things of my soul." But, bear with me. A few weeks ago, Elder Nielson and I were knocking on doors in Sinking Spring (a city just outside of Reading). It was a bit chilly, and it was getting dark, but we were staying warm, and everything was going just fine. Then, as we were talking to a lady and her husband at their door, a police car drove up to the house, and a police officer stepped out of the car. He started walking up to the door with his flashlight in his hand...
Image from dispatch.com
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
As a missionary, I don’t get to see my family for two whole years. I can talk to them twice a year, on Christmas and Mother's Day, and I get to email them once a week. That's it. It’s hard to believe. Now, although I was always fairly close to my family, being away from them for 18 months has shown me how much I love, care for, and depend on them.
My family can be described in so many different ways: love, humor, debate, struggles, etc. But, perhaps above it all, we are a family that is together. There are so many quirky stories that come to my mind as I remember my family.
For instance, my older sister, Bonnie, and I are only three years apart. When we were young, we would come home from elementary school and argue about whether we were going to have Macaroni & Cheese, or Tuna & Noodles. Later in life, when we were in high school, we grew so close as we spent hours together. She was also the one I went to for advice, whether it was school, dating, or anything else.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
So, with that introduction, this blog will contain thoughts about what is most precious to me. It will show what makes up my identity, and my soul. There are many things that make up my character, from experiences to people, from the scriptures to personal answers to prayer. These things are what bring me joy, happiness, and peace in life. I love to share that with others. And, that's just what I want to do with this blog.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
'Twas the night before transfers, when all through the zone
Not an elder was stirring, not even by phone;
The white shirts were hung in the closets with care,
In hopes that each elder would get to stay there;
The planners were nestled all snug in their vests,
While visions of baptisms danced in their heads;
Elder Barnett in his trench coat, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's tract,
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The other day, my companion and I had a experience that I think is hilarious. It relates to pie. Elder Barnett wanted to buy a pumpkin pie for thanksgiving. I suggested we wait until after thanksgiving because someone may give us a pumpkin pie, and we could never eat TWO pies. He agreed. Unfortunately, we didn't get a pumpkin pie. Instead, we were given two apple pies and a cherry pie. Determined to get a pumpkin pie, Elder Barnett grabbed one, as soon as we entered the grocery store the following Monday. It wasn't until we got home that he realized that he had grabbed a sweet potato pie, instead of a pumpkin pie. Defeated, he gave up on pie and simply ate pumpkin bread instead. He still topped it with whipped cream though.
Now we have a whole lot of pie, which brings me back to the point I made before: Mmmmmmmm, boy. Pie heaven!
(P.S. As a missionary, I don't feel comfortable posting this without adding the disclaimer that there is no scriptural evidence that there is such a thing as pie heaven, only in a symbolic sense in our fridge :)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"The Book of Mormon is a volume of holy scripture comparable to the Bible. It is a record of God's dealings with the ancient inhabitants of the Americas and contains, as does the Bible, the fullness of the everlasting gospel."-the introduction to the Book of Mormon
With these questions in mind, I have found that the best way to learn about people is to learn about God. What is His purpose? What influences His decisions to give or withhold blessings? Why does He expect this or that? How does He make decisions? That is where the Book of Mormon is invaluable. I can read the first hand accounts of the people in ancient America and their experiences with God and His gospel. I can learn from their successes and from their failures. Over and over again, I determine that the more we trust and follow God, the more our own natures will become similar to His. We can adopt His way of thinking as our own.