When I look around me...

When I look around me and everything I see- the sky, trees, birds--my loving mother -it's hard to suppress the love that fills my heart. I am so filled with gratitude for God, even my loving, eternal Father in Heaven, and that He has sent me here on Earth for a reason and a purpose- a divine purpose -to spread His true and everlasting Gospel to all of His beloved children. He has given me so much knowledge of the Truth- the truth of all of it. Every single question- and I exaggerate not -has been answered by His Holy Spirit, who dwells in me even now. And I know with out a doubt, and I could never deny, that all things shall be known unto me by the Spirit, as long as I am righteous. I am so happy. It is incredible- all of it. To know that I am loved so much- to an infinite and eternal degree -by my Heavenly Father, that He has entrusted the knowledge of His gospel to me. And I want every single person to have what I have. Because He loves them just as much. I want this more than anything I could ever want. I want my future husband to be a worthy priesthood holder and I want to live with him for eternity as his wife; I want our children to live with this same blessing, and for eternity. I want it so much for every human being God has ever created. That is what joy is. Joy is the knowledge that what you know is both true and eternally gracious and joyful and sharing that with everyone who exists. Because spirits are eternal, and so is this gospel of Jesus Christ. Even the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. And I am grateful.


Whenever I hear the song of a bird,
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face,
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose,
Or walk by our lilac tree,
I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world,
Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see,
The colors of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear,
The magical sounds of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart,
I thank Him reverently,
For all His creations of which I'm a part,
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me. ♥

The Other Sequel: Suitor Distraught?

Heavens. Solitary wanderings.
What end is there to limit?
Stranger pursuits, perhaps, though thoughtless,
Wander.
Fences have more freedom than this rope:
This tight rope that binds me.
Bound in reckless freedom.
Heavens. The swallows reach those limits,
But I, no, not I.
Heavens.

The Sequel: Damsel Sought

It is not right; it is not right.
The rose wilts; the green grass has lost it's color:
It now drifts from place to place,
Easily caught by flaunting winds.
A grain of sand travels the world over;
The waves carry it.
The waves carry a grain of sand,
It does not object.
But where is the place of a white fleck,
When it is found on a brown shore?

The Damsel is in Distress

Ah, impatience. Sweet ambrosia would never taste so good....
The rose, however, lacks indulgence, lacks passion.
A torrent sea would be more soothing,
A dragon more slothful,
A firefly less eager than the sun to shine at night;
How fitting, it would seem, to bask in those oneiric wishes;
How wrong: the truth is severe.
Ah, impatience.