I, JOHN, having been born of goodly parents, therefore I was taught somewhat in all the learning of my father; and having seen many afflictions in the course of my days, nevertheless, having been highly favored of the Lord in all my days; yea, having had a great knowledge of the goodness and the mysteries of my God, therefore I make a record of the proceedings in my days.
This scripture just bring me to tears.
I bid goodbye to dad this morning, off to his hard work as usual. But before he left he decided to bring out some ancient photo albums. He told me took for those you recognize, see if you can see their personalities by just their photos.
Um ok, ok.
I happened to grab the wedding photos. Dad was the first. Amazingly beautiful man. You can tell he’s soft spoken. He’s a hard worker and enjoys his days. Mom, a very happy girl indeed. You can tell she’s a sweet little thing.
As I went through, I saw many who would one day become future family heads. I saw those who live their days in lonely sorrow. I saw those of goodly parents and those of ill parents. My parents, HA CHAU & DAN CHAU, sincerely genuinely are of the goodly parents.
This realization. This recognition brought me to tears. I can’t stop sobbing, dear me. Dad and Mom has done so much for me I cannot even begin to list. Their trials, their joys, their lessons, their love.
So, like many
I have trouble keeping the commandments. I sought blessings that I might be better, and firm.
I needed to read the Book of Mormon. A week ago I had next to no interest in reading the BofM, let alone learn from it. I sought blessings that I might not only have the desire to read the BofM but the awareness that I too can learn oodles.
I have concerns for a close friend. I sought blessings that he might walk the straight and narrow as he once did.
I had concerns for a family friend. I sought blessings that they might be a house of great cheer and laughter.
I was wanting to say bye to a missionary. I sought blessings that we might have memories that last.
I had concerns of where i was spiritually and I sought an answer.
Then I messed up my ankle in racquetball. Went hi speed for the ball, nearly crashing into the wall i did what asians do best instead of slamming into the wall, i leaped. performed a double jump, back somersault, triple sow cow, wall kick. But wo is me for i didn’t stick the landing.
Sharp pain. All’s well in zion i’ll walk it off….. Um wait, how about a water break everybody i think i’m gonna sit down. Maybe takeoff me shoe & sock. HMMM. that’s weird, my foot’s getting larger and larger at an incredible rate.
It’s happened before. Many times. Use the old medicine of the East. Marinade some rice in medicinal ointments. Quick massage and setting of the foot. Apply rice for a period of days. repeat and bam! no worries.
I cannot walk!
Bam! my old pal, he knows things. rescues me to the car. Made to the urgent care with help of ONSTAR. how fun. Wait forever to be seen. do some laps in the waiting room with my new wheels. chair style that is. All in excruciating pain mind you. Wait a minute. those partners we played double with in racquetball- they’re missionairies! Anointing! Hallelujah!
So i leave with an air cast. “you can walk on that” you’ve got a sprained ankle. HOLD UP. I walk with the swagger of a cripple. Thus issued the crutches. Double dipping on the hospital perks.
Xray says….. well nothing at the moment. NO SPECIALIST ON duty today…….
Hmm. let’ s go home.
Dad, poor dad. he bathed me. POOR ME. I had to rely on my dad to bathe me. the humility. what it takes to be humble!
Hmm. bored. let’s read the BofM. 2 Nephi 10-14.
mmk. mmk. uh huh. yea. ponder ponder ponder.
What a moment! What a bliss. I loved it! I was coloring my BofM, like a child on the wall! Never had I learned so much!
New favorite scripture. It reveals what kind of girls a guy should be looking for, how a girl should be….
2 Nephi 13:24
“And it shall come to pass, instead of sweet smell there shall be stink; and instead of a girdle, a rent; and instead of well set hair, baldness; and instead of a stomacher, a girding of sackcloth; burning instead of beauty.”
Take it in.
Take it in.
Take it in.
Think opposition in all things.
the negatives are blatantly obvious: stink, a rent, baldness, girding of sackcloth, beauty.
SAY WHAT- beauty.
Yes, pay attention to the pattern.
Here’s the meat. The bliss of discovery.
The positives, hard to catch on the first read: sweet smell, a girdle, well set hair, stomacher, and burning- YES BURNING.
sweet smell- nice. girdle= nice figure, well set hair= a great set of hair.
Stomacher and burning?
burning- 2 Nephi 14:4 refers to the burning of the holy ghost like once upon confirmation.
stomacher? food? feast? feasting of the word of God.
BAMF! ( *Nightcrawler’s onomatopoeia for his teleportation)
rejoice! put the women to the test.
Does she have a nice scent?
Does she have a good figure?
Does she have a suave head of hair?
Does she feast upon the Word?
Does she burn with the flame of the Holy Ghost?
I am growing in testimony of the BofM. I know President Monson leads and guides the church as prophet, seer and revelator. Joseph Smith restored the true gospel of Jesus Christ upon the Earth. Jesus sacrificed for our sins in his Atoning sacrifice. The church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints is the true church. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Today I wasn’t going to go to church. It took me forever to get out of bed. I didn’t want to wake up. It’s cold-ish. It’s sunday.
People depend on me for the program though. Which got out of bed. I made the program. Emailed it to those who really count on it. And then I through some sunday cloths on. I had a plan.
I was to go to church two hours early. Print off the programs. Set them on the front table and go home. I wasn’t going to be that cheerful greeter today. I need a break today. I wanna call in sick. but lo it is church.
Things were going well. Got the programs printed. Plan is going well. I walk to the front table. I find myself peeking around doors hoping I would see someone I know. So far only one man, i met months ago. i remember his name tho. Moses. He visited our branch once. I wondered where he went. It appears he’s been going to the family wards the whole time. That’s good. But yea, no one i knew. Good. right.
So i make my way to the car. And proceeded to go home. I go and i go. hmm. it’s way early. I don’t want to be home so early. And i don’t want to break the Sabbath. So I got brainstorming- something I am very good at. “You need to make Sacrament.” And so I thought I don’t want to go back. And I’m not going to the other YSA. I’ll just go to the home ward. Just as I thought that I missed my exit to go home. So instead of following the plan to go home, i went to the home ward.
And so i go. This will work. I will get sacrament as always, and i won’t have to face all the pity from friends. But! i forgot. One of my best friends usually goes to her home ward before ours. Will i miss her. idk.
I make it to the home ward. I see a friend’s grandma. she invites me over for lunch. that’s nice. I enter the building. I could have gone straight into the chapel but i find my self exploring the building. Why am i increasing my chances to see her? I see her brother. It gets crowded. Families are getting out of church. I continue around the building. There she is. I hope she doesn’t see me. I bolt to the chapel. She catches me. I share my plan. Kinda stubborn she is. But so am i.
I enter the chapel. Shook her off. I get comfortable. I wait for those i know will come to this sacrament meeting. I wait. I wait. “Wait, did she really just go? Hey! stick to the plan.” I wait.
She’s back. We talk. I am so stubborn. I can tell she’s getting the hint. I felt it. A prompting. “Lets go!” i said surprisingly boldly. The spirit IS with me. She makes sure i am doing what i want. We go. It’s not what i want. it’s about what He wants. We go.
I make it to church and immediately there are those who were already wondering where i was. Hmm was I missed 20 mins before church? Idk. They want me to pass out their fliers. I decline. I go into the chapel. Found a cozy spot. Spotted a good friend. That was nice.
We shared experiences. She cared. She pried. That’s nice.
Took the sacrament. Listened to the amazing talks. Felt like they were speaking directly to me. But I waited. I waited for someone to ask “Why aren’t you passing the programs? Where’s my program? You are slacking. yada yada yada.” It’s visiting time. I wait.
The Counselor recognized I was down. We sit aside and talked it out, and this one he’s actually not much of a talker. To see him talk to me, to get the courage to address my feelings. I am to receive a blessing after church. That really means a lot. I enjoyed that. Good to know someone’s got my back.
Church continued on. I receive my blessing. We talked. Both Counselors and I. It was great. They gave me perspective. They gave me something to look forward to. They gave me love.
I go home. With a best friend. No one asked about my nonexistent greeting today. Many many asked how I was feeling.
I owe it to all. Everyone in my life. but i want to highlight the prompting. That was the turning point. Sure a best friend was there. Sure counselors talked to me. Sure many asked how i felt. But I am sure the Spirit aided many of them. The Spirit I am sure made this happen. I pray.- oh yes I pray.
tired tonight. played lots of video games. boo. no progress in schoolwork. well not all is lost. I am feeling better. and friends are friends. it’s good.
Sometimes you can’t appreciate friends until you figure out what they see in you. i am so cool. and so are my friends.
I too cried my guts out to my sister. It twas good. we relieved our stress through a ritual of venting and learning and family time goodness. People love me. how nice.
Oh and Black Eyed Pea’s Imma Bee is awesome.