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God’s love is there for you whether or not you deserve it. It is simply always there.

-President Thomas S. Monson

Don’t fall into the trap
Even as you mourn
Seek to help others
Especially when feeling shorn
Reality is seen as harsh
Vote to be more than you were born
Even as you stumble, help others as been shown

I read once that we were born to learn what love was and to learn to love what comes after. I have to respectfully disagree.

This life does not prepare us to love what comes after. We enter this world with that love already. We knew it before we were born, but we did not understand it.

That is what this life does. It teaches us to understand love. To understand that we aren’t always deserving of love, but that it is there even, no, especially when we do not deserve it. And to teach us to love others no matter whether they deserve it or not.

Stumble

Sometimes the Lord must brings us low before He can lift us higher. -Joseph Smith

For I have gone and hurt myself
Almost as deep as bone
Lost in the pain and darkness
Lo! I do not weep alone.

Right by my side I find
In my heart a warmth
Soft and gentle, loud and clear
Even as I soar.

Faith is…

Faith…

Faith is not something to joke about.

It is something serious.

It is not to be taken lightly.

It is a part of you who are even if you are not religious.

Faith is something that is like an obsidian blade.

It is sharp and strong when well cared for, but brittle when left to dust.

It needs nourishment, use, practice.

It is not something that sits on a shelf, pretty and occasionally dusted only to be looked at, but never (never) touched.

Faith is stepping out into the darkness.

It is leaving the light behind.

It is continuing to walk where one you trust has asked.

It is being fearful, but moving forward just the same with your eyes open though you can see nothing in front of you.

Faith is a part of our very physical makeup.

It is something that we have even when we don’t know about it.

It is like the transport proteins that exist within our very cells.

It is there as we believe that our hearts will keep the blood flowing through our bodies.

Faith is in the world around us.

It is the water cycle working and water staying in our atmosphere instead of evaporating out into space.

It is the gravity that holds us down as the world continues spinning.

It is always there for we have to believe in something even if it is only believing that the sun will rise in the East in the morning.

I Beg to Differ – Poetry Prompt 45

I’ve often heard
Said so much
That it’s not the ending
But the journey loved so much.
 
I’d like to disagree
A little bit
Because to me
It also matters in the end
Where you would like to see.
 
The journey is important
I won’t forget that,
But where you want
To end up
Is also as important
As that.
 
The climbing up the mountain
Matters in great import
If where you want
To end up
Is up upon the peak.
 
So remember while you’re climbing
That the journey there is good,
Keep in mind also
That where you end up is too.

Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/poetry-prompt-45-climbing/

And because I’ve heard that the journey is the most important part. While it is important what you use as a means to an end, the end you’re moving towards is just as important.

Joyous Day – Day Twenty

Push and shove
Shouts from above!
Fall and dive,
For mayhem strive.
 
Patience we’ll test
Because we’re the best;
And laughter you’ll find
When eating the rind.
 
 
What a sight!

Eyes full of light

With disheveled hair;
We’re full of flare.
 
These children I see
Have become a part of me.
Never to be left alone
Within my very crowded home.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-twenty/

I’m sitting and listening to the children carouse about the house and yard, all hopped up on Easter candy. It is a beautiful day to learn of the resurrection of Christ and to listen to the sounds of my family while they celebrate. Today is joyous for me.

Questions – Day Fourteen

You wish to ask this of me?
To ask where I shall go?
Why should I leave?
 
Why should this carry on?
Why should it wear me down?
Why should I grieve?
 
Why must I ask in fear?
Why must this thing be?
Why must there be no reprieve?
 
How did this start?
How could it continue?
How could it leave me bereaved?
 
What shall I do?
Where shall I go?
Why must I now leave?
 
Because this is no place,
No earthly place at all
Where I must fight to believe.

This is my offering for NaPoWriMo today: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-fourteen/