Sunday, August 21, 2011

Happy Sunday!

I have always hated Sundays. Sundays = guilt = things I don't want to do = things I don't want to listen to = places I don't want to be at.

Sundays are now a wonderful day of rest.
I do what I want to do. I feel very peaceful.
This morning, I slept in. I fed the horses. I cleaned the kitchen. Now I'm sitting up the canyon: blogging, reading, enjoying the sunshine and the breeze.

When I was in my early twenties, I served as a service missionary at the MTC. My job was to let the missionaries teach me the discussions. We were told to come up with a story about our current beliefs in God - we were supposed to lie and not tell them we were already members.

I told them that I love the mountains and the outdoors. When I am sitting outside and I look at all of the trees and flowers and bugs and animals, I feel so much love. That is where my belief in God comes in. With amazing beauty like this, there must be a God.

That "story" came easily to me. Bearing my testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, or prophets, or even Jesus Christ was very difficult.

Today, I've gone back to that "story". I feel so much love as I look at the beauty that is nature, and I believe that feeling is God.

(This isn't quite the direction I was planning on going when I started typing. Meh. It is what it is.)

For me, I find that feeling easiest in the mountains with a horse. My mom finds that feeling with her family and in the temple. I feel very grateful that I found Love. I'm very grateful my mom has found it where she has found it. This feels good.


  1. I think that you would enjoy Thomas Paine's The Age of Reason. He's a Deist, and kind of a snob about it, but his central thesis of the piece is that the only Word of God we can be sure is from God is creation.

  2. I'll check it out. In fact, I just ordered it from Amazon. :) Thanks!

  3. Love this one!! And Happy Sunday!

  4. I can definitely relate to this. I've told you before of my great love for the temple, but that doesn't take away from my great love of creation. This past week I was able to stand in one of the Great Lakes on Monday and then stand in the Pacific Ocean on Friday.

    I watched a flock of pelicans fly by. I dug my toes in the sand. I felt the waves wash over my feet. Those experiences help me feel a part of the universe, part of something grand and exciting. I feel the hand of God when I stand among His creations.