Gold Letters

I have this blue book with gold letters on it. Inside of the pages are writings that inspire me and millions of other people around the world. In the inside flap of this book I am writing my testimony of the truthfulness of this book. The next step is where I have trouble. To whom do I give this book?

Friend #1- Probably not interested.
Friend #2- Probably not interested.
Friend #3- Probably not interested.
.and so on.

What do I do about this? I will not know they are interested if I do not offer. I heard once that the answer is always "no" if you do not ask. None the less, I fear rejection. I fear difficult questions.

Poor me. I have a nice apartment. And a bed. And a car. And a bathroom. Water. Food. A computer. Clothes. Jewelry. Cell phone. Modern medicine. Money. Books. An education. A loving family. A CD player. A collection of music. An MP3 player. A desk. Carpet. Oranges. About a million pairs of shoes. A knowledge of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

I share my books and give people rides. I like to feed people and I *try* to donate my clothes to needy people. Why do I find it so difficult to share this? It should be simple.

Sincerely and humbly the quest continues. I will find someone to give this book to. I will try to help build the kingdom of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Tissues

Why is it that sick days are wasted on being sick? I think it is unfortunate that you are allowed to skip school and work on days that you feel miserable. Why can't we have built in fun days? I think mental and physical health of the employees would improve if they were given.. say... 3 days a year that they were allowed to call in and say they weren't coming because they had to have spur-of-the-moment road trip to the state line.... or something to that effect.












ps.Tissuesareneversoftenough.

The Cave

It's true, I caved.

I decided I wanted a blog. I don't know yet if I will really tell people about it. I am not very comfortable with my writing. That is one goal of this blog- to improve my writing skills.

I would say that I am happy with my life... in a curious sort of way. I have started looking back and realized that I have had no major tramas, accidents or events occur. I am curious if I am missing something. Is my character lacking because I have not had a lot of diversity? I hear people talk about diversity. I feel that part of my life is missing. I am by no means asking for trials and hardships. I am happy without them. I think.

I am a white, middle income daughter of a mother and a father who admirably love eachother greatly. I have everything I have ever needed. I have a roof over my head and enough food to maintain my pleasently plump figure. I attend a wonderful university that is widely respected. I do my homework and I get decent grades. The thing is why. Why?!! Why me. Why am I the one that has all these blessings and resources? Why was I born into a God-fearing family. Is that why I am able to believe in God? Is it only because I was raised that way?

I know that Heavenly Father does not give us trials greater than we are able to handle. Does this mean I am weak?

If you can't tell, I tend to ramble and not connect my thoughts. But I don't care. I write how I feel and how the thoughts come to my mind. If you don't like it, don't read it..... go take your dog on a walk. You've probably been sitting in front of the computer screen too long anyway.