*Home Sweet Home*

       Just driving down the road listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the windshield of my car, looking to my left and to my right seeing the green valleys and hills...coming up to the Y i take the right turn. Ah finally familiar ground...the hills, the valleys, the roads, the smells of fresh country air, pulling into town, driving over the exact eight bumps on the bridge, Hamps on the left Corbett's on the right, highschoolers up town, people dining at Bergy's, taking my left by Ez-Way and at last I pull up to a bluish gray familiar building I call my home. Ya know we move on and go out to aspire to bigger and greater things than this little town we've all been "stuck in" for eighteen years of our lives, but within a year after having moved on this little town and everything about it doesn't seem so bad anymore. Quite frankly, it turns into everything you have loved, love, and will love. It's what influenced me and impacted my life to help me become who i am today. I have lived in St. George for four months which during that time was my home and now I'm in a different town which I now call home, but these are all homes away from my real home. I can live in so many different places and travel to many different cities but this little town of Grace will always be home to me. It's where i grew up my whole life. It's where I found my childhood friends. It's where I was always supported. It's where a third of my life's memories were made. It's the town where everyone knew who were. It's the town that my heart holds so dearly. This little town never changes, it's so traditional that you almost feel like you have traveled back in time back to those little towns where everyone knows everyone and everyone's routines...in the mornings all the old men meet up at Ez way to drink coffee and B.S....At Hairbenders where all the chit chat and gossip happens...Kathy mowing her lawn in her black tank shorts and little walkman...workers of Pacificorp eating lunch at Ez way or Bergy's...Greg London continuously cracking jokes in the Pharmacy at London Drug...it's those little things that really do count. What fickle and irrelevant things right?...but it's just so much more than that. It's home. There's nothing like it...the place where my family and friends are. The place that honestly had an effect on every aspect of my life. Don't get me wrong, leaving and going to do your own thing and finding your own way in life is amazing, but i will never forget where my real home is. No matter how crazy this ride can get...there's always this one little quiet beautiful country town I can return to that will always re-remind me of what life is really about. <3

I stand taller on my knees....

So...yes it is true i have been converted into a blogger! Something i really never thought i would get into, but here I am! I am new at this so bear with me. :)....Today while I was on my way to church i heard a song on the sounds of sabbath and in this song the lyrics..."I stand taller on my knees.." were sang. No words had hit me harder than these in such a long time. How can an oxymoron be so true and so valid?! I had never thought of it this way, but as i sat and thought about it nothing could have made more sense. They always say when life gets hard fall to your knees....so wouldn't that be a form of weakness some may say?? Of course not, in fact it's the complete opposite. For one to surrender their "pride" and to fall to their knees asking for the Lord's help makes them taller in so many others' eyes and the Lords. As I thought about it all and the times I had knelt down in prayer to ask the Lord for help I realized i had never felt stronger in my life than in those particular times. I knew he was there listening and was willing to help and it was always then i was standing taller with confidence ready to face any adversity. That's when i thought about Emma Smith...I hold her in such high esteem. No woman stands taller to me than Emma Smith, and why some might ask? Didn't she fall away some might question...but even so what wife/mother/daughter can go through such trials and endure them all? I'll tell you, it's one who knew that all she had to do is fall to her knees and ask for help and strength, one who was willing to be humbled and to set aside all pride. Without her faith in prayer and the Lord 100 percent on her side, her trials would have been nearly impossible to face....what an amazing woman. I also read this Mormon ad the other day that said "send a knee-mail". How clever right?? Hmmm maybe the Lord is telling me i need to be praying a lot more or maybe he's just strengthening my testimony of prayer even more. Well seeing as how it's Sunday i figured my post could be a little more spiritual today :), but i just believe those lyrics 100 percent with my whole heart and can testify with every fiber in being that through prayer and faith we do stand taller each and every day. :) What a blessing right!