Also, I loved this video.
(this and the last post were by Mariah Elena)
“You can soar if you find out who you are and why you are here. There are two important days in a woman’s life: The day she is born and the day she finds out why.”
-- Elaine Anderson Cannon
Right now I am learning about the history of Personal Progress. It is AWESOME to read about how this program has grown, changed, and developed. One of my favorite things I learned about tonight was the past Young Women Presidents. I hear of, and therefore feel close to, the Prophets we have had in this dispensation, but I have never given much thought to the Young Women Presidents! They are sweet.
Links:
Young Women Presidents, Overall History, Timeline, Surprise!
This is Mariah!
LET’S TALK ABOUT TESTIMONY BUILDERS!
So as you may have guessed, my computer randomly decides to shut down on me about Google-powered things. Like Gmail and BlogSpot.
Well today I wanted to update our service blog, but to accomplish this task I would need to be able to sign in. I told myself that if I had faith sufficient enough, I would be able to log on. If I just had faith, He would open the doors and I would be able to do this.
I got into Mozilla and typed our web address. I clicked the log in button and HE DID NOT FAIL ME. This may seem small to you, reader, but I know He did this. And I know He is happy I trusted Him.
I think He did it because it was about a service project our club is going to do. I don’t know if everyone wants to do it, really, but I know I do. It just feels right. So anyway, I think He was trying to help us.
Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise.
(Book of Mormon | Alma 37:6)
By Ruth Stone
Once you saw a drove of young pigs
crossing the highway. One of them
pulling his body by the front feet,
the hind legs dragging flat.
Without thinking,
you called the Humane Society.
They came with a net and went for him.
They were matter of fact, uniformed;
there were two of them,
their truck ominous, with a cage.
He was hiding in the weeds. It was then
you saw his eyes. He understood.
He was trembling.
After they took him, you began to suffer regret.
Years later, you remember his misfit body
scrambling to reach the others.
Even at this moment, your heart
is going too fast; your hands sweat.
I have changed my mind about Richard Cory. This is the poem I will be doing for Poetry Out Loud!. I better get going. :) I am very excited.
WHAT HAPPENED!?! I CAN POST NOW!
HALLELUJAH!
I CAN POST!
Google is working. *tears of joy*
That is all!
Love, Mariah