The Church Is True

Psyched for some time
with DHutch.

Remember how I've been feeling overwhelmed as of late? With my brother coming and work and intramurals and mission and moving and school? Well, the church is true. As the semester is drawing to a close, I feel like I have less to worry about than a week ago. Intramurals are over and work ends in a few days. I have a ride for Derek from the airport and a ride to SLC for my EMT exam. Part one of the EMT exam is finished already. My mom and I talked about mission stuff and I feel better about that. My possessions are staying at Ben's storage garage. As for school, this is the real kicker. My basketball exam has been done for ages, three classes gave me the test questions in advance-one I already took, one that is letting me use my notes, and another scheduled for Saturday. That leaves one exam that is based partially on exact past test questions that I have looked over several times. As my favorite movie character would say,

It's all comin' together. 

This is all just a testament to me that the Lord knows us and what we need. If we are faithful and live righteously, we will be blessed. I think the reason for this blessing  of peace and comfort in the midst of chaos is due to my recently established habits of morning prayer and scripture study. One of my favorite professors gave a little spiritual thought every Friday last semester and one of the most applicable messages to me was his testimony that rising 15 minutes earlier to start the day with scriptures and prayer was worth it. And I had never thought of it like that. When I read scriptures, I always thought I needed to read for at least half an hour, which means that much less sleep. But, I decided I needed a better system because I am often too tired to read at night, so I decided I would eat breakfast in the morning to diminish my food supplies and read my scriptures while I'm at it. Morning prayers are something I often forget because of my lack of mental clarity in the early hours of the day. However, during a recent visiting teaching appointment, I, in my missionary mode, extended a  challenge to service and checked in on daily scripture study and prayer. She too has had difficulty with morning prayers. Now I send her a text every morning, reminding her and myself of this responsibility. If I didn't know before, I know now the power and blessings that come from these small daily activities.