Sunday Will Come

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

Mormon Messages: Sunday Will Come

The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours?

I can't wait to see this wonderful men in February with my wonderful roommate. This song is almost spiritual for me. LOVE THEM.

listen, bucko.

I have intrinsic worth. Independent of what you think about me.

Those words? Verbatim from my bishop. Who rocks, by the way. The past few weeks have been like light bulbs of inspiration for me.

I am gaining a greater understanding of the Atonement. Of what our Savior did for us.

The last step of the repentance process is always restitution. But what happens if I cannot restore what I lost?  That question has plagued me for weeks, months even.

But I found my answer:  "Healing the wound you cannot heal, fixing that which you broke and you cannot fix is the very purpose of the atonement. When your desire is firm and you are willing to pay the uttermost farthing, your obligation is transferred to the Lord. He will settle your accounts." -President Boyd K. Packer, "The Brilliant Morning of Forgiveness"

I have done all that I can do. I have removed all reminders of that time from my life. I can truly say that I feel better. I feel free.

So the next steps?

"The Lord is intent on your personal growth and development. Your progress is greatly accelerated when you willingly allow Him to lead you through every growth experience you encounter."

Listen, bucko. I have intrinsic worth. Independent of what you think about me.

Wifey Material? #2 (food!)

My roommates and I had a great Halloween party the weekend before Halloween, and of course I went all out on the food. Sadly I don't have pictures of everything (see previous post's sad story about lost camera cord). But these pumpkins were a huge hit!

I used mini bundt pans for the pumpkin shapes. The cake was spice cake with cream cheese frosting, with white sprinkles and my new favorite decorating tool in orange, of course. And the stem? Chocolate licorice, which I wouldn't recommend for its taste, but it was the perfect idea for what I needed!

Wifey Material? #1 (crafty)

I've been crafting a lot lately and have been asked to post the pictures of what I've been doing!

I think I've had this desk chair for years. It was that bright ugly wood and it just didn't match with my desk furniture anymore. So, for more proof that I'm turning into my mother, what did I do? I turned to my trusty spray paint. But of course that wasn't enough for me. So I went to the next-best-thing-to-the-mothership Michael's and bought a bottle of acrylic paint and a stencil I loved. Finished product?

(please excuse the poor quality of photos...I lost my camera cord and have yet to buy a new one. So these come from my phone).

Pinterest is such an addicting website! So many good ideas and inspiration for crafts. Problem is, I don't have time for them all. Well... I finally decided to sit down and do one.

Supplies:

1. styrofoam wreath from Michaels ($7?)
2. roll of white tulle from JoAnn ($3)
3. hot glue gun (which of course every self-respecting Mormon woman has already)

Then I recently went to the mothership (Hobby Lobby) and bought a few flowers to interchange for holidays. This is of course the Christmas one.

I am in the process of making a few canvas quote decorations (also inspired by Pinterest) and I will post those when I finish!

I'm going to get a little church-y in this post. So to whoever is actually reading out there... You've been warned.

It's kind of a cliche, and kind of a dumb song. But "Jesus Take the Wheel" has kind of described my life the past few years. And that's the basis for this post.

Now that it's November, it seems that we all turn our hearts and our thoughts to our blessings and what we are grateful for. While I'm guilty of often forgetting to be thankful, the past year or so my thoughts have been centered on one thing or another that reinforces my gratitude and reminds me of the love of our Savior.

My car accident in March was nothing less than a miracle. I walked out of the hospital that day with a sprained finger and a scratch on my back. People have died from a lot less. As painful and as scary as that experience was and still is, I truly feel that in that instance Jesus Christ "took the wheel". I didn't feel anything. So many things about that day and about that experience tell me that He was looking out for me.

I have been working through the repentance process for the past few months. Last Sunday I received the impression that I was forgiven, that everything that I had worried about, cried about, and hated about the past 6 months were gone. And of course, guess what song was playing on the radio when I got in my car after church?

this is beautiful.