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.

Honing my craft

This will make no sense to me,when I forget why I wrote it.

Sci-fi idea

His parents are really his creators  incognito as just typical patents, but he constantly senses something more, but doesn't know what just too much coincidence, think fairly odd parents. One episode deals with wanting to just make the child do something, but they have to decide it is more important to give a choice.

Another open-ended letter....,

Hey,

I had a question that has,been taking on various forms in my mind. No matter what is said my question is the same. These words sum it up. Is your regret for what you lost greater than the freedom and peace that was gained? It is not too late for me that I might benefit from your experience.

My strongest feeling is that it is better to be alone and hopeful, than together and alone. But, I sort of can imagine a future me referring to being so cavalier about tossing aside something so significant as stupid, no, ignorant. So, I wouldn't want to fail to understand what I was doing and you seem to have spot on instincts, when it comes to things supposedly unknown.

I love you so entirely that I might be so bold as to suggest that being together might make us happy here, but it is almost necessary in the next life. Though I lack your ability to forsee that. Everything I do see or know suggests that we will never be at peace unless we are together. Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to get so lovey dovey it just happens when I think about us.