In my readings this week, I came across a video of Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin. He gave a talk entitled, "Peace Within." Who doesn't want peace? Who doesn't crave peace within their soul? In their lives? In their hearts and in their homes? How often do we have complete peace? I'd say my answer would have to be that there isn't enough peace in my life, heart or home. It's not like I live in a warzone--I do not. I'm blessed to live in a nation where I have freedoms granted to me by the founding fathers and I do not risk being struck down by bombs or shot by snipers when I venture forth from my home. My neighborhood is relatively safe, so much so that I take solo walks. The peace I speak of is something different. It's the peace that can be with me no matter my circumstances. I crave that peace. Elder Wirthlin says that peace begins in the hearts of righteous individuals. How does it begin? With a relationship with our creator. In ferven
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i can see you went to curves. i've had friends who went there who weren't very satisfied with it. by the way, when i read your blog last, i forgot to read the archives. now i feel shallow for not mentioning the touching entry about the girl who was killed by running for the bus. (because i hadn't i hadn't thought enough to read your WHOLE blog, although somehow i thought i did)i even went to her web site and read the notes her friends left until i couldn't see the screen through my tears. you have a great blog. i'm so glad you found mine so that i could find yours. please don't stop writing. and don't give up on finding a gym.
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet! I'm glad I found your blog as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll continue to search for a gym. We shall see. I need something.
I drove by the flower and teddy bear and candle memorial for Nadia yesterday. It just seems to keep growing. It's been hard on the kids, very hard.
my brother lost a friend of his in junior high, i believe. the kid fell off his father's tractor while it was running. it ran over his head. my brother is 29 now. it still haunts him. whenever he feels like he's slacking, he feels guilty for having a life that his friend no longer has. i think this is typical of people who are left behind, grieving. the guilt of survival. we are such fragile creatures.
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