Ok, here goes!

I wanted to write in permanent ink so that the words will not ever fade away.
Like a permanent eye liner that won't run when tears flow from expressing how I feel.
Maybe, I always loved you, and even if I am just one, I was always yours and it will likely be the same as is every other world.
Many things change, but this time I took a greater wager that we would end up working on that same project that we always have.
It won't be haloween forever, and the masks will come off to reveal who we really were.
It is no wonder I never had a thought that did not include you.
Different mothers same dad ofcourse we are family, adopted or not it does not matter. Even Leia loved Luke, and it sure makes a great story for a reason.

Movie idea

What if the Lord prayed to his father in Gathsemene and was rescued from having to suffer for the sins of the world?

Moral: though, to us our trials seem terrible and we pray for relief, maybe that is not the best thing to do cause our father wants to help us, and it hurts him to hear our complaints when those trials are the only way for us to fufill our duty.

Song October 2013

If I wrote the perfect lyrics and sang them to the most enchanting melody, still it could not capture that inner part of me that lives in a cage wanting to find the way somehow to communicate the thoughts would set me free.

I've loved you for so long,
I've loved you all along
So, the time has come at last to set my words to song
To tell you how I'm feeling
To somehow let you know that I cannot let you go, no matter what I try.

a journaled adventure of no particular canon

I just had a brilliant idea, I am going to write a journal of the significance of each chapter in the book of Mormon. I also intend to earn 5 dollars some how, and though it will take a long time I will eventually have two treasures. I am impressed that maybe I could get it published or orginally, I was just thinking that it would be a good record for me to refer to personally, and the money could be used to start a new wardrobe.

I intend to throw out all of my clothing and start over with only options that say the right things and help me become the woman I want to be. I very much like to think that it would all be something my diligence and devotion to studying the scriptures caused.

Another thing I thought of this morning was how they say that children are naturally spiritual, but I disagree. I for one was thrilled that my parents decided to not longer go to church. though that was not associated in my mind with not loving and worshiping God. to the point where as a young adult I decided that I no longer needed to attend church to learn or practice the gospel.

But, finally, when I first moved out here, I stopped attending, too because it seemed unnecessary and my example was that if things conflicted with what you wanted then do not do them. It was then that I realized that I actually wanted the benefits of attending church and "force" (oooh, I hate that word) my own kids to go faithfully. I hope they never for a moment think that spirituality originates with them. It is true they are the soil or garden, but they must have the seed planted and nurtured.

This is what you're looking for

Maybe I will give it a,new title of Pandora's Box, for if you read it, you'll wish you hadn't.

It is a story of a girl who decides to go against wisdom and listen to her aged heart. It leads her to and from many circumstances that seem fateful but she fails to see the orchestration of her own heart until she learns to follow it disregarding conventionalism for a time.

Agree to follow everything your heart chooses and see how you feel. You ought to feel liberated. The truly best choice is debatable, unless you decide to obey only one voice.

It seems crazy that it might be a real honest to goodness threat that others might not believe in Christ, in our day. It seems unbelievable. How could anyone not believe in his way? There could be no other substitute.

Like riding a bike

Supposedly, there are things that are ingrained,in your being though inactive for a long while. They have even earned a word of Dormant because they have been frequently observed.

In basketball, I was taught something called "muscle recall". That if you practiced enough free throws it would happen everytime because your muscles would learn a response, like riding a bike. Whenever I stepped up to the line, in this case, and followed the same routine my body would recognize it's position and duty and would naturally make the basket every attempt. This worked in convincing me to redundantly practice a routine, but I wondered why more people did not do this and why with all of the financial and popular reward offered one who devoted them self to such practice, why would anyone still miss.

I was being lazy and so I,let,my son play with my laptop to keep him from fighting with his sister. I always eavesdrop though to make sure he doesn't accidentally stumble on thing which he ought not. It is my obligation to protect his mind. So I over hear a lot of things. But, among those things was a contest for songwriting. And my interest was piqued.

Maybe this was my chance to use a dormant skill to better the world. It was something I would have totally done in my earlier days, but a little voice whispered, "It's like riding a bike. Just do it." So, I am writing a,New song. I seriously doubt that I will enter, but it got me doing something I love again.

Even with no other reward, this is something I will always come back to. I have very little ability remaining, but I will gladly practice and use it. There is a line in the movie "Anonymous" where Edward.Davere is asked why he persists in writing plays and poetry. I think my purpose for writing songs is the same, "it is my soul."

A bit about,me. I could not eat or walk at one point, it seemed the wisest decision would,have been to just,cease, but I persisted and clung to what I could do until I could do more. And though it required a miracle, by most standards, I now can walk and I obviously have not been harmed at all in my ability to consume.

Currently, I have new teeth and my gums are healing from surgery, so I am not able to eat much, but literally, I see how to apply the teaching again of, "line upon,line". Baby step by baby step I will be able to return to what I was before.

My new story

About a girl who falls in love with a random guy that she stumbled on  seeing at Walmart. It will explore how silly or is it to base happiness on a passing sight. I mean, how many people do we happen to see in a day? It could happen any time any day, especially if you happen to look at all in Walmart. There are a lot of people at Walmart at any given time.

It reminds me of a video for "I knew I loved you before I,met you" by Savage Garden.