I wish life came with warnings like this. Before this sign the street was filled with pot holes... I am learning this is not uncommon in Rochester.. Or all of Western New York.
My favorite thing to do in the summer back home in Utah is ride my long board on a perfectly paved street, no pot holes, or lose gravel, just smooth sailing.
How often is life smooth? Or easy to get through? Have you ever had a day that is absolutely perfect and nothing goes wrong?? If so please do teach me your ways. Driving through Rochester I am constantly swerving to miss pot holes, not just little pot holes.. BUT HUGE ONES.
When I was going to school we had a motivational speaker come and talk to us. I can't remember his name, but something he said has stuck with me.
"You aren't having a bad day, you are just having a bad moment in your day, you choose whether or not it will make the whole day go bad. So what you dropped your phone in the toilet this morning and you were late for work. You had bad moments in your morning. It wasn't the worst morning ever."
We have good and bad moments in our life. We choose how they will get to us. Happiness and joy are a choice. So is misery.
I feel like.. MY LIFE IS A CONSTRUCTION ZONE. "Caution road work ahead" my mission has been a constant revamp the high ways project.
I used to have a really bad temper. Like really bad. I HATED IT. I didn't know how to control it. I would just lock things in until finally I would explode. Leaving behind massive pot holes. Except, I didn't care enough to go back and fix them.
Since I have been a missionary, my temper has faded, I talk things out and rarely ever do I get mad. This is actually the most "chill" I have been in my life. I have come realize, if you can't control it pray to find peace. Take a breath and relax. Talk it out, then move forward.
Well... I had a moment. I lost my cool for a split second. I was frustrated and I got mad. I slammed a door. I HAVEN'T SLAMMED A DOOR SINCE I WAS LIKE 16. Then it hit me... "Do you realize what you just did?" Instantly I just started to weep, something I am fighting soo hard to overcome and I GAVE IN. I SLAMMED THE DOOR. It taught me something though.
A. always recognize mistakes, we all make them.
B. Don't dwell on it.
C. Make it right as quickly as possible. REPENT. Don't procrastinate repenting.
I realized that.. Our weaknesses can always come back if we let our guard down. Not long before this happened I was thinking to myself "Way to go! You have conquered your fiery self." NEVER EVER EVER ASSUME YOU HAVE OVER COME SOMETHING. ALWAYS KEEP WORKING ON IT. Pride got me.
A few nights before this happened I was praying and the thought came to my mind "Bridle your passions" I EVEN RECEIVED WARNING. A "rough road ahead" God gave us emotions and passion. He gave us strong feeling. To be accessed in their proper time. I am a super passionate person whether it be about my beliefs, my hobbies, my family, I am protective and not afraid to stick up for what I know and care about. When I think I am right it's really hard for me to back down.
"12 Use boldness, but not overbearance; and also see that ye bridle all your passions, that ye may be filled with love; see that ye refrain from idleness." Alma 38:12
"Before you can master yourself, my precious one, you need to
know who you are. You consist of two parts—your physical body, and your spirit
which lives within your body. You may have heard the expression “mind over
matter.” That’s what I would like to talk about—but phrase it a little
differently: “spirit over body.” That is self-mastery." Russell M Nelson
Who am I? I am a daughter of God. I am capable of becoming The woman God needs me to be. Yes we sometimes fall into old traps. We give into ourselves.
When I was younger we used to ride motorcycles and four wheelers all the time. I was finally tall enough to ride my motorcycle! I was so excited. We were in Moab and it had rained. A LOT. I was hardly tall enough to reach the ground when I stopped. I got my self going, my mom riding behind me. There was what LOOKED like a little puddle, as my front tire hit the puddle I flew over the handle bars and went FACE FIRST into this... mini pond! As I stood up I was knee deep in water. I felt so STUPID. I wanted to cry. As I got up my mom was laughing at me!! Of course she came running and helped me pick the dirt bike back up.. While LAUGHING :) I was scared to get back on the motor cycle. But she made me. Had I not, I probably would still be afraid to ride them! (I hope you remember this mom) I am glad she made me get back up and keep trying. That she didn't let me cry and run back to camp. Many times as I was learning to ride we would reach huge rocky hills to climb up.. and eventually come back down.. I would panic, I was never given the option to stop and turn around. My parents would cheer me on and let me know I could do it. A lot of times one of them would go right before me so I could follow their trail and miss the big obstacles, and the other would ride closely behind to be there to help if I fall. Once I finally gave the machine gas and trecked up the hill or back down I FELT ACCOMPLISHED. My parents would show such support and excitement when I would tackle the fear. It made me happy that they were proud.
That is exactly what heavenly father does.
"And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be
with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be
dismayed." Deuteronomy 31
He encourages us to get back up and keep trying. To climb the hills and mountains in life. To over come fear with faith. When we reach the top, some times he asks us to go back down and do it again. As we push forward in faith He is our number one support. Letting us know it's okay to fall, as long as we get back up. To laugh it off and push forward. Don't let the bad moments get to you. Your happiness is a choice. Smile on. Love each moment. The tough ones are where we are pushed to grow and become better. You have to have rainy days once in a while to appreciate the sunshine. :)




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