I have always been a clean freak. Trust me on this. Ask my sister who I shared a room with for 15 years. Ask my college roommates who I drove crazy with my cleaning frenzies. Ask my husband who sees how often I rearrange and reorganize. I like to clean.
I find it interesting that my post yesterday focuses on how hard this life can be and how we knew it would be that way. We also knew that these last days before the second coming would be just as hard. But that is not what I want to talk about today.
Today I want to talk about one of the most amazing gifts we have on this earth today: Our Prophet.
In the months and conversations that followed my divorce, I often tried to escape the likely awkward surprising moments when people realized I was a 22-year-old divorcee with humor. They would say “I’m sorry…” and I would say, “I’m not, I am happy now! Its a good thing!” And while that was true….it still doesn’t account for all the heartache in between. They would say… “Oh, that must have been hard….I can’t believe you had to go through that” and I would say “Oh, it’s okay, Heavenly Father knows that I need to learn things the hard way.
Two weeks ago I had the blessing to be able to sing in our ward (congregation) choir. We sing fairly regularly, but with the business of summer travels, this would be our last until the fall. But I was still overjoyed to sing. We sang one of my favorite hymns: Did you think to pray.
Over the course of my life and experience with my faith, I’ve found that music is one of the easiest ways for me to worship God, for me to receive inspiration (or revelation, or both), for me to understand the gospel better, and ultimately for me to feel the Holy Ghost near to witness of truth and of my Heavenly Father’s love. This experience was no different 🙂
Hello there. I am Melissa. And this is my blog.
I have been toying with this idea to start a blog for a few months now. I have also been toying with the idea to write a book for a few years. And because I often overwhelm myself with this idea, I figure I can at least start writing it one blog post at a time.
Part of me is pretty terrified to start this endeavor, to put myself out there, and share my thoughts, my struggles, me weaknesses, my journey, my hopes and my beliefs; and while I have had several nudges from the Holy Ghost over the last few weeks, there were two today that I could not ignore any longer. Continue reading I am Melissa.