I realize that I shouldn't be putting this somewhere they'll never find it but at 6:30 in the morning I figure this may be the best place.
My dad wakes up every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to go to kidney dialysis for six hours. Then he goes to work. Tuesday and Thursday should be his rest days, his time to sleep in and let his body recover, and Tuesday is. Thursday he wakes up, gets ready (often by the assistance of my mother), and is off to meet the "Five Fathers." This is a group of guys who want to be better. Who want to get together and study the gospel with those that want to get together and study the gospel. It started with my dad and Keith Hiatt, two of the best men in the world. The some of the other best men in the world joined. For a long time it was Ned Jarvis, Earl Hilton, Brother Amacher, Keith and my dad. Then others wanted in so now, Joey Baughn and Mitchell Scott are a part of it as well. They get together and have a group study. Before the meeting they send out a topic and talk that they will discuss at the meeting. They all read it before they get there and mill over the things they read and then get there and talk about God. It's really something wonderful. I was there for one meeting and when Brother Hiatt asked if I was going to keep coming I responded, "I don't make enough money to be in this group." DUMB! That was sooo dumb. I mean yes, all of those there are very successful in what they do but that wasn't and isn't the purpose of the 5 fathers. I think it's interesting how Keith is now the Stake President, Ned and Earl are his counselors, Joey is the new Stake President of a newly created stake and Mitchell is the temple president. King Benjamin did indeed surround himself with holy men, and he was a great leader.
I guess what I really want to say is thanks to my fathers friends. To the "5" for giving my dad something to look forward too every Thursday. And for all of them being an example to me of the man I want to be. Good men become great. My parents always told me to have good friends.
They're so smart. Sometimes.....
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
My Lord, my God
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x_-TQivCx8
"I can go to the temple and feel holiness"
I don't think anyone ever understands. Except Christ.
I am not, I AM not, but I try.
I love this gospel, and I pray that my spirit and passion for this peace offered personally by the Savior and His messengers is felt as you read through this, as you take the time to ponder.
It is one of those times where you cannot express your gratitude for the Savior, for the gospel, for all that you have been blessed with.
How do I love thee? As He does.
It may be that I am sick, or that I am under trial that I cannot over come on my own. But I pray, with tear on cheek, that you are able to feel of the passion that I have for the peace offered by the purpose of this season.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ddXNF29goo&feature=channel
These men, with their voices old, experienced, child-like and prophetic. These men, imperfect and humble, are called of God to act as His mouth piece on Earth, as were prophets in days of old. I testify in the name of Christ, that there is no mortal that could restore the gospel that is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints with out the aid and inspired guidance of the Savior Himself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkKblIMfmjI&feature=channel
I pray that you allow this to affect the spirit with the assurance that the Lord is your Lord, and my Lord. Your God and my God. Marvel at the peace that is offered always unto you. I will stand before the Eternal Judge, my precious Savior, with this testimony, as I know that it is the truth which He would have me receive. I love him.
May the Lord have mercy on you as he had upon me. May you feel the joy and peace, the love and knowledge that you are a child of the most powerful being in the universe. May you cry as that knowledge rests upon your soul. May you smile as you realize that there is no way for you to repay it, but He didn't do it for the return, He did it for your return. He did it for me. He did it so that I may be home.
"I can go to the temple and feel holiness"
I don't think anyone ever understands. Except Christ.
I am not, I AM not, but I try.
I love this gospel, and I pray that my spirit and passion for this peace offered personally by the Savior and His messengers is felt as you read through this, as you take the time to ponder.
It is one of those times where you cannot express your gratitude for the Savior, for the gospel, for all that you have been blessed with.
How do I love thee? As He does.
It may be that I am sick, or that I am under trial that I cannot over come on my own. But I pray, with tear on cheek, that you are able to feel of the passion that I have for the peace offered by the purpose of this season.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ddXNF29goo&feature=channel
These men, with their voices old, experienced, child-like and prophetic. These men, imperfect and humble, are called of God to act as His mouth piece on Earth, as were prophets in days of old. I testify in the name of Christ, that there is no mortal that could restore the gospel that is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints with out the aid and inspired guidance of the Savior Himself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkKblIMfmjI&feature=channel
I pray that you allow this to affect the spirit with the assurance that the Lord is your Lord, and my Lord. Your God and my God. Marvel at the peace that is offered always unto you. I will stand before the Eternal Judge, my precious Savior, with this testimony, as I know that it is the truth which He would have me receive. I love him.
May the Lord have mercy on you as he had upon me. May you feel the joy and peace, the love and knowledge that you are a child of the most powerful being in the universe. May you cry as that knowledge rests upon your soul. May you smile as you realize that there is no way for you to repay it, but He didn't do it for the return, He did it for your return. He did it for me. He did it so that I may be home.
Friday, November 12, 2010
So maybe I am
Immature
Counting the days
Wondering what's going to happen
Studying random body parts
Making comments regarding random body parts at even more of random times
Driven crazy by trying to think of how when I breath and think and do something it effects someone that is living on the other side of the world. (Sorry to those that think they don't affect anyone. Look at your nephew, brother or mother. Look at me, we are all affected by one another.)
Nervous
A pansy (which just so happens to be one of the toughest flowers)
Weird
Grateful for my family
A classical music enjoyer
A lover of Christ's gospel
Appreciative of the Sacrifice made for me, but not as much as a I should be
Smitten
Still happy with the US Postal Service (I mean think about it, not only did they deliver one of the most successful international cycling teams for multiple years in a row, they also delivered mail to me as a missionary. Let alone my mission call. They also deliver mail to my missionary, and mail BACK to me. Yeah, I would say they are a winning team and should keep it that way.-I ran into a mail carrier the other day and expressed my gratitude for her superbness, cheesy, I know.)
Happy
Psyched for being who I am and for the opportunities the Lord has placed in front of me.
Humbled by the thought that while I study and try to wrap my mind around the concept of a beating heart, my heart is working on its own, keeping me alive and blood supplied to my brain so that the synapse can be continued in order to make new bridges allowing me to continue to learn things.
Still having a problem with sleep, not that I can't but that I don't
Trunky, but not for me obviously. Well, kinda
Sappy
Aware of just how great my brother, dad, mother, and sisters [you too Wendy] are. (It's not comprehendable though, they are ridiculous. Yep, made that word up.)
Yeah, I am just having a great life. -I love Kozy Shack tapioca and rice pudding, not mixed, separate.- The Lord has blessed me tremendously and I am trying to do my part to invest my talents so that I may repay Him by influencing those placed in my path, or me in there's. I think a list every once in a while is a good way to think of how little you are, how big you could be, and how much you owe.
Counting the days
Wondering what's going to happen
Studying random body parts
Making comments regarding random body parts at even more of random times
Driven crazy by trying to think of how when I breath and think and do something it effects someone that is living on the other side of the world. (Sorry to those that think they don't affect anyone. Look at your nephew, brother or mother. Look at me, we are all affected by one another.)
Nervous
A pansy (which just so happens to be one of the toughest flowers)
Weird
Grateful for my family
A classical music enjoyer
A lover of Christ's gospel
Appreciative of the Sacrifice made for me, but not as much as a I should be
Smitten
Still happy with the US Postal Service (I mean think about it, not only did they deliver one of the most successful international cycling teams for multiple years in a row, they also delivered mail to me as a missionary. Let alone my mission call. They also deliver mail to my missionary, and mail BACK to me. Yeah, I would say they are a winning team and should keep it that way.-I ran into a mail carrier the other day and expressed my gratitude for her superbness, cheesy, I know.)
Happy
Psyched for being who I am and for the opportunities the Lord has placed in front of me.
Humbled by the thought that while I study and try to wrap my mind around the concept of a beating heart, my heart is working on its own, keeping me alive and blood supplied to my brain so that the synapse can be continued in order to make new bridges allowing me to continue to learn things.
Still having a problem with sleep, not that I can't but that I don't
Trunky, but not for me obviously. Well, kinda
Sappy
Aware of just how great my brother, dad, mother, and sisters [you too Wendy] are. (It's not comprehendable though, they are ridiculous. Yep, made that word up.)
Yeah, I am just having a great life. -I love Kozy Shack tapioca and rice pudding, not mixed, separate.- The Lord has blessed me tremendously and I am trying to do my part to invest my talents so that I may repay Him by influencing those placed in my path, or me in there's. I think a list every once in a while is a good way to think of how little you are, how big you could be, and how much you owe.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thinkin bout her, thinkin bout me
So I had this song stuck in my head all this morning and I kept singing to Shelby and I thought it was hilarious. That's pretty much the story of my life. I think I am more funny than I am. But at least I think I am really funny, not just that I think I am kind of funny and I am really not funny at all. That means I am at least somewhat funny. Right? Of course.
I have been thinking that I do not write in here very often, just like I don't write in my journal very often. Yes, I have a journal. But I do write Valerie, and those are all in pretty good detail and all but there is nothing like my mind. Maybe except a spider web on crack. Yeah, that's probably all. There are a lot of things happening in my life, none of which I will share with you just to make you wonder all the more what is going on.
Okay, so I tried praying in Spanish after Chris Ross and I went home teaching. I think it will be a nice way to speak Spanish and increase my vocabulary without feelin a fool trying to talk to people that speak really fast. I am going on with working with the AmeriCorps and immigrants and refugees.
That's all I have for now, I will go and try to focus on learning the innards of felines.
I have been thinking that I do not write in here very often, just like I don't write in my journal very often. Yes, I have a journal. But I do write Valerie, and those are all in pretty good detail and all but there is nothing like my mind. Maybe except a spider web on crack. Yeah, that's probably all. There are a lot of things happening in my life, none of which I will share with you just to make you wonder all the more what is going on.
Okay, so I tried praying in Spanish after Chris Ross and I went home teaching. I think it will be a nice way to speak Spanish and increase my vocabulary without feelin a fool trying to talk to people that speak really fast. I am going on with working with the AmeriCorps and immigrants and refugees.
That's all I have for now, I will go and try to focus on learning the innards of felines.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Hmm.. My mind is moving a million a minute. A million what you say? Ideas, electrical currents, pictures, dollars, platelets, synergistic movements
Now that I am aware that my blog is being stalked I figured that I should update it for those that are interested. Notice my blog is getting stalked and I, myself, am not. Why that is I know not. My life is going crazy but much more gloriously since I have released myself from the position of server. Not that I won't serve anymore, but that I won't be doing it as a job. I think that they told me when I started working there that I couldn't name drop the place of work, so that is why I am beating around the bush.
How come boys don't know anything about jewelry? Perhaps because we don't wear it. I decided today that I was going to try to see if I could "pull it off." In light of the proceeding comment I think you think that I thought about trying to wear jewelry and see if I could "pull it off" but in reality that is incorrect. Instead I decided to see if I could "pull off" dressing nicely.... I think I may have not failed terribly. Well, I figured out that there is a difference in jewelry, so, yeah. What I don't get is why women wear it. It's not like the jewelry makes them pretty, they make them pretty. - I am not a boy that doesn't know about jewelry, I consider myself a growing man.... Not fully there yet.
I decided that I think it's ridiculous that is it difficult to give compliments. How come we can't just be nice to people? I mean it's quite the contrary when it comes to negative things.... Hogwash I say. Yea, even malarky. So I decided that I was going to be nice and tell people that they look nice, and I got some weird looks. Because we are not good at giving compliments we are not well in receiving them either. In return for giving I get something, and it usually comes in the form of a, "what did you just say" squint followed by an awkward "thanks...?"
P.S. The world is beautiful.
I don't like Stochiometry.
I found this article in the International Journal of Health. The one that I had been searching for and lo'n beyold! I found it. Alas, it was in French, Portuguese and Spanish. That did me know good but at least I know that people other than myself are thinking cassava as a staple for food in developing countries and how it is not the most nutrient dense starch out there. Ya know, there are better choices than potatoes. Like FRENCH FRIES!!!!
NOT
so, I will be going to grad school. I think that the direction I want to go with Nutrition (before becoming a professor) is nutrient deficiency in developing countries and sustainable agricultural resources that will improve diets. How that will come about I am not particularly sure. I did however find out that there are a few professors doing what I want to do whom I will be contacting shortly.
If you were wondering as to why some words are different colors and other words are not there is no real particular rhyme or reason behind things. I decided that I would be consistently random, so I am. :) I saw Rad Rachel's blog and realize that mine was definitely lacking in sweetness.
My sister Shelby is an author. She is 15. How sweet is that? She is going get published. Mckenna's blog is better than mine. I just figured out that on facebook, when people get married, they'll combine their facebook pages (or something) and have a joint account. That makes a lot of sense. I was wondering why Kevin's middle name was Camilla and I was pretty sure that Jason's middle name was not Hailey. No worries, I got this under control.
Why did Bruno Mars have to go and get arrested?
Where have all of the good role models gone? They are probably too busy living to have people follow them around with cameras and try to find out what they ate for lunch.
Andy Schleck is a good role model. Alberto Contador is not. Sorry, probably shouldn't judge in such a manner but I am not a fan. How can you blame blood doping on a steak you at once.... I wish eating a steak would give me a yellow jersey from the Tour de France. Think of the opportunity cost there. Yeah, that'd be nice.
Toodles
How come boys don't know anything about jewelry? Perhaps because we don't wear it. I decided today that I was going to try to see if I could "pull it off." In light of the proceeding comment I think you think that I thought about trying to wear jewelry and see if I could "pull it off" but in reality that is incorrect. Instead I decided to see if I could "pull off" dressing nicely.... I think I may have not failed terribly. Well, I figured out that there is a difference in jewelry, so, yeah. What I don't get is why women wear it. It's not like the jewelry makes them pretty, they make them pretty. - I am not a boy that doesn't know about jewelry, I consider myself a growing man.... Not fully there yet.
I decided that I think it's ridiculous that is it difficult to give compliments. How come we can't just be nice to people? I mean it's quite the contrary when it comes to negative things.... Hogwash I say. Yea, even malarky. So I decided that I was going to be nice and tell people that they look nice, and I got some weird looks. Because we are not good at giving compliments we are not well in receiving them either. In return for giving I get something, and it usually comes in the form of a, "what did you just say" squint followed by an awkward "thanks...?"
P.S. The world is beautiful.
I don't like Stochiometry.
I found this article in the International Journal of Health. The one that I had been searching for and lo'n beyold! I found it. Alas, it was in French, Portuguese and Spanish. That did me know good but at least I know that people other than myself are thinking cassava as a staple for food in developing countries and how it is not the most nutrient dense starch out there. Ya know, there are better choices than potatoes. Like FRENCH FRIES!!!!
NOT
so, I will be going to grad school. I think that the direction I want to go with Nutrition (before becoming a professor) is nutrient deficiency in developing countries and sustainable agricultural resources that will improve diets. How that will come about I am not particularly sure. I did however find out that there are a few professors doing what I want to do whom I will be contacting shortly.
If you were wondering as to why some words are different colors and other words are not there is no real particular rhyme or reason behind things. I decided that I would be consistently random, so I am. :) I saw Rad Rachel's blog and realize that mine was definitely lacking in sweetness.
My sister Shelby is an author. She is 15. How sweet is that? She is going get published. Mckenna's blog is better than mine. I just figured out that on facebook, when people get married, they'll combine their facebook pages (or something) and have a joint account. That makes a lot of sense. I was wondering why Kevin's middle name was Camilla and I was pretty sure that Jason's middle name was not Hailey. No worries, I got this under control.
Why did Bruno Mars have to go and get arrested?
Where have all of the good role models gone? They are probably too busy living to have people follow them around with cameras and try to find out what they ate for lunch.
Andy Schleck is a good role model. Alberto Contador is not. Sorry, probably shouldn't judge in such a manner but I am not a fan. How can you blame blood doping on a steak you at once.... I wish eating a steak would give me a yellow jersey from the Tour de France. Think of the opportunity cost there. Yeah, that'd be nice.
Toodles
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