Pondering...

I'm finished! My story is done. I've gone through so many feelings as I've taken this course, like "Why am I doing this? There's no time for it." and "I love writing--what an outlet!" and "There are too many details involved in writing a 500 word article...I'm SICK of this". But always, when I mail the story out, there is a feeling of accomplishment. The hard work seems worth it. The constant revisions, making my eyes sore from staring at the computer, have allowed me to come up with something I feel is worthwhile. Something that can make a difference in others lives. That's what I just have to remind myself during the hard parts... I don't always love the work involved, but I love writing.

I've been trying to apply that to all aspects of my life. I don't always love the hard work it takes to keep the house in order, or to keep the family happy...but I love the results.


And I love this man. I am so thankful for prophets. President Hinckley's death has touched me in many ways. My strongest memory of him was when I heard the talk given to youth on the six B's. That talk lifted me. I felt President Hinckley's love for us. He helped me desire to do better. To become. I was able to see him in the conference center many times, and each time I felt great love for this man. He helped me to become closer to my Savior. He helped me to desire to work harder, to achieve all I can, and to increase my testimony. I felt his spirit during his funeral, and I will always love President Hinckley.

As I go through millions of emotions every hour (okay, every minute!) of every day, I have found peace in knowing that what I am doing is right. The little things, tedious at times, bring results. And that brings happiness.