Family Ward

Sitting in Church.
Pink Tutu, Black Tutu, Zebra TUTU.
Goldfish crunch, Cheerios must have got away from someone, Stomach Grumbles.

Sacred emblems passed.

Singing Children file in.
Waves, Fingers in Noses, One Loud singer.
 Mom are we supposed to be singing?

One tall missionary.
Shortest in the House.
El comparte su esperanza y la fe.

Sabbath Day

When I was a young child I was convinced that Sunday was called Sunday because the Sun was out the most on Sunday. Growing up in Orange County, California, this self-made myth was kept up for a long while until one Sunday I the Sky opened up and it poured.

I love Sundays, the Sabbath day. The Sabbath is my day of rest; the day where my job or studies in school take the back burner. I recently had a calling, in my Singles Ward, to the Family Home evening co chair. A great friend and I led a committee to plan, and carry out, Family Home Evenings for a group of Singles ages 18 to 30. Because of this calling I left for church at 10:30 or 11:00 am, went to planning meetings, council meetings, and Church meetings, and a few social get-togethers until 4:30 or 5:00 pm. If I went to church in the Ward that my family attended, my day would start at 9:00 am. 

It seems weird even to me, but I love church. There is no better thing than to come home from a long day of meetings and fireside speakers, feeling totally refreshed and "on fire." Wearing one's self out in the service of god leaves me happy. 

Every Sunday for the last fem months I have had a very sweet experience: I go to my Sunday meetings and Sunday school, and every time that I listen, I find some new principle that stands out to me. I feel the Spirit tell me what I need to do. Or I am taught a new truth that I did not fully understand before. This is something, which I enjoy every time that I have prepared and humbled myself.

Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it.

I love Sundays.

SHould be studying

SO I am supposed to be studying right now but there is so much that is easier to do.... ha Physiology. Later.

New

I think you may already know but I live and work and attend school in Provo, UT. This is one funny town. I love the possibilities and potential for me. I do however have very little time left in my week. I work to eat and sleep it seems. My work has just asked me to take on more responsibility and to take table now. I would call it one thing ...Easy. I did not know that taking tables would be so nice and run so smoothly. I was told about how hard it is  and the stress. I figure that this will come but so far the ease of it all is so nice.

I work at Chef's Table. It is one of the nicest restaurants in Utah county. It is very high stress and very classy. But I really love the people that I work with.

 I am excited for this Summer. I have been in Provo UT for what seems like forever. This summer I plan to work  at EFY, Especially for Youth is going to be so cool. Because I am a late applicant I am not sure if I will get in but I am hoping that I will. This also means a break from working at the Chef's Table. I am looking forward to California and Moose's Wedding and more family time.

Dogmatic

I love the word Dogmatic. I recently have come to find that everyone has very strong opinions. It is a little ridiculous how many I hear everyday. Everytime I comment on a current happening I seem to get thrashed or have someone shake their head at me and tell me I am wrong.

My view is that I don't want to see your views; my opinion is that your opinions should stay in your head sometimes. My dogmatic belief is that yours should step off.

Do not misunderstand what I am saying: Opinions are Great. But all to often the Subject is Blown out of proportion. The party speaking is misinformed and those taking action do not bother to ask, 'Who am I following?' or 'Why are we protesting again?' Some make a small thing to be a great offence. Don't make a bonfire in the canyon to be a malicious act of arson. Don't let a student at a Private College be the reason you leave your values at the door. Be Proactive.

We all have opinions. One of mine is that I don't have to be heard on everyone of my opinions. Most of them I will live, not broadcast. Those are the ones that mean the most to me. Those are the ones that enrich my life and make me the person that everyone will see.

Finish Strong

I am not always very good at finishing what I start. I get something up and running and seem to lose that spark that started it all in my head. Now i am feeling a little sheepish. Time to hit the grindstone.

Friends

Someone once told me about there blog post concerning friendship and their criteria for a friend. I read it and I agreed. Other people didn't like it as much; they did not meet the standards set. Facebook friends are not my good friends. My best friends are the ones I see as often as we can. To the ones who poke me when they sign, I don't know what that means, but if I were a balloon I would be deflated by now. Facebook takes to much of my time. It has it's place, I have mine. I like to keep it that way. My best friend in the whole world doesn't have a facebook. I like that. All of my best friends don't need facebook cause I see them a lot. And if I do not then it is time to change that.

Growing up one of my really good friends was alway told before he went to bed the family motto: "Taylors always choose good friends." I have always tried to be his good friend. If he chooses me and I choose him we would both be good friends, right? I have the same motto, but for myself. I choose good.... Good friends, Good food. Good things. The people around me are good. So that means I am good too. I have always thought of others as better at loving me than I was at loving them. Or that others knew what they were supposed to do early in life so they must be better. I have realized over the last few months that I am good, because I like to do good things, be around good people and be good at what I do. I am good. And that feels good.