{Be Inspired}

Today was a wonderful day. Sacrament meeting was long because it was ward conference, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I just transferred my records back to my home ward because I have been in Salt Lake so much it just felt like the right thing to do. But... I guess I feel like I have been struggling lately with showing the Lord my dedication and my faithfulness to Him. It is not a matter of whether I believe or not, or whether I know. There is no doubt about that. But, I have had this realization come over me that I am getting in a rut. I am beginning to fall into patterns of not reading my scriptures every night and forgetting prayers some days. I know the Lord forgives us for these little mishaps, but I feel like I am forgetting a friend, and this friend is one that has never forgotten me. I am just glad this is something I can change and be better at and I look forward to replenishing this long and dutiful relationship. 

My bishop today spoke for Ward Conference and he talked about 3 people who influenced him in his youth and helped him to get to where he is today. I think it is important that we recognize those people in our lives who are so patient with us as teenagers and who guide and direct us in the way that we act and the things we learn. When he was talking, I began thinking of the many sunday school teachers that I had who were so patient with me and my friends when we would be out of control in class or not listening to the spirit. Wendy Jutkins was one teacher I had who I will never forget. She was always so patient and loving. I think that is the key to being a really good, no... really great teacher. You have to LOVE the kids you are with and that is what makes you stand out. 

Who are 3 people that have influenced you?

We opened up sacrament meeting singing my favorite song in the hymn book, or one of my favorites. As we began singing, "I Know That My Redeemer Lives," I felt my eyes swell up and my heart beat a little faster. The spirit was so strong and although the voices were imperfect singing, the words were perfect for feeling. Thinking of the words gives me so much strength and gratitude. I love this man who died so that we... so that I might live. 

"I know that my Redeemer lives. What comfort this sweet sentence gives. He lives, He lives who once was dead. He lives, my ever living head."

"He lives to bless me with His love. He lives to plead for me above. He lives, my hungry soul to feed. He lives to help in time of need."

The primary children sang today as well. They sang "I am trying to be like Jesus" and it brought tears to my eyes. I'm not really sure why I get teary eyed every time the children sing, but I do. I can't help but feel the spirit so strong and it just brings joy to my heart. I feel like they know these basic things so much better than I do. Why do we forget the most simple things so easily? I used to be one of those children up there singing, hanging over the stand, and I believed and still do believe every word that we would sing. Why is it that now when I hear those words, they mean so much more?

The Gospel is so powerful and truly life saving.