I had a seminary teacher tell me once that you could judge how well you kept the sabbath day by how well-rested you felt on Monday morning. It's a day of rest, for your soul, after all. I think that is so true and I'm so grateful for Sundays; they help me renew my committment and motivation, and remind me to be grateful for everything I have and to try again to be the person I want to be.
I love coming across beautiful passages, when the words don't seem to make sense, the poetic kind.
"From the depths of my sorrow, I have rejoiced in the glory of the gospel."
-Joseph B. Wirthlin
"It was one of those moments when the world stood still and all of heaven rejoiced."
"Happiness is your heritage."
I could sit and read quotes all day. Literally. Don't let me on Pinterest.
Lately, I have been spending a lot more time with Jon again. I really like it. We have started running again; he wakes me up, which is good, because college spoiled me and now getting up early is hard for me. Oh boy. But it's wonderful. I feel wonderful. And the discussions we have .. oh my, he is so smart. Sometimes, the insights he has on life and the gospel and the Book of Mormon blow me away. Like today on the way home from grandma and grandpa's, we were talking about the gospel and running, how they're similar. Life is hard, and keeping the commandments takes effort, but when you do, you feel great and when you don't, you feel .. well, not so great. Just like with running. It takes a lot of effort, but when you get out and run, you feel great about yourself and your body just feels wonderful. He has so many ideas that I find incredible. I am so lucky to have the family that I have.
Today, I woke up needing a little boost. I was able to look around and see beauty.
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