There are times in our lives that we find ourselves at a loss for words. As my last year of high school draws to a close, I feel that this is one of these times. It seems that life is passing right before my eyes. All of my high school friends and peers will soon be scattered through the state and nation. Most will attend school, work, travel or find themselves away from family and friends. It is weird to think that in 20 years, I probably won't remember half of the people that I talk to on a daily basis.
My ultimate decision still needs to be determined. Where will I be this fall? I feel my decision has been brought down to two main options: BYU or USU. Both have their clear advantages and disadvantages. One of them will lead to constant chastisement by some of my best friends, another will lead me to an excellent social situation but perhaps not ideal academics.
In the end, the only thing I can do is continue to plead for direction, and hope that somehow, I will know what to do.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
My Second 1st Post
There is something therapeutic about blogging. I think the purpose of this blog has and will continue to change. Sometimes I think it might be nice to muse in a public forum without any fear of backlash from the people of which I speak. I will try not to speak ill of people, as I am trying to be a good Christian, but sometimes there are those instances where I cannot stay silent forever.
Today is a prime example. In Seminary, we had a very interesting discussion about the power of music. Being involved in a class where most of the people are Deaf proves to be tricky at times. Later, my teacher Sister Sweetheart (I adore this teacher but at times she is a bit too uptight for my tastes) proceeded to show us the journal of a young girl who died on Valentine's Day from spinal meningitis a few years ago. Needless to say, I found something troubling about several things. I don't know that I would want my journal to be the object of public scrutiny. This girl, while bearing sweet and reassuring testimony of Christ, also used gay marriage as a sign of the times. The most disturbing thing was the sentence that followed. She said "their feelings (referring to Gays and Lesbians) are just 'not right'"
While I do not necessarily support their lifestyle, I feel that in this life, we are not ones to judge how others rule their lives, and we must love others at all times and in all places. God must be our judge.
Today is a prime example. In Seminary, we had a very interesting discussion about the power of music. Being involved in a class where most of the people are Deaf proves to be tricky at times. Later, my teacher Sister Sweetheart (I adore this teacher but at times she is a bit too uptight for my tastes) proceeded to show us the journal of a young girl who died on Valentine's Day from spinal meningitis a few years ago. Needless to say, I found something troubling about several things. I don't know that I would want my journal to be the object of public scrutiny. This girl, while bearing sweet and reassuring testimony of Christ, also used gay marriage as a sign of the times. The most disturbing thing was the sentence that followed. She said "their feelings (referring to Gays and Lesbians) are just 'not right'"
While I do not necessarily support their lifestyle, I feel that in this life, we are not ones to judge how others rule their lives, and we must love others at all times and in all places. God must be our judge.
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