Current Status: dating

Altogether there are 7 of us. Which means I have 6 roommates. Each one of them (minus one) has another person attached to them. This means I pretty much have 5 other male roommates. They eat our food, leave their dishes in the sink, use our toilet paper (and my toothpaste), break things, sometimes take showers, and somehow get out of paying utilities. Hmm....it's all pretty interesting. Maybe they think if they continue to stand close enough to my roommates and even stand behind them with their arms around them, or spoon even closer while they are on the couches I won't notice they are there. Ha...well I do. Anyway. I am not quite as bitter as I sound. I actually think they are pretty cool guys and I like having them around. I find humor in complaining sometimes.
My newest roommate is now a newlywed. As of today at 3pm. I am excited and also a little sad knowing that three of my other roommates are heading that same direction. It's not just the changest that are getting to me, it's the fact that I can't ever seem to commit to someone. I don't know what it is. I am doing my best to stop dwelling on it, but it kinda really haunts me. eek.
Moving on...One semester to go and I will graduate. I am still not sure what this means for me. So I graduate. I get a diploma, I get higher (but still crappy) pay, I don't have to pay tuition (only higher insurance), I don't have to please my professors (only bosses), I won't have to buy expensive books (only expensive clothes-dress to impress haha), etc. etc. etc. I could go on for ever, but the longer I do the more I realize that it's not all it's cracked up to be. I wish I could put on that ugly gown, walk down the aisle, grab my degree, and go back to classes after the summer as if I nothing had changed. True, I may still continue at the U for my master's, but it's not the same. I am loving life (most of it) right now, and change just always comes at the wrong time. It always ruins the party. haha :)
Then again...I do always say that and I end up being okay. I end up even being better off, but for some reason I never learn and I always have to be so dramatic when things around me are different. It's hard.
I have been dating more recently. I have been surprised. Did you know there actually are pretty awesome guys out there. Guys that when you are freezing and don't really say anything, they grab you a blanket from the trunk of their car so you can be warm until the heater kicks in? Yup, there are actually guys that don't try to make out after the first, second, or even third date. They do exist, and they actually listen, and even comment! Haha. So, lately I have been trying to date more. At first um..I really didn't want to. I have been avoiding it for a while. My bishop called me for an interview at around 10pm before the Thanksgiving break. He asked me why I haven't been dating. I was pretty shocked. Not that he was asking me, but HOW DID HE KNOW? I was making a conscious effort NOT to date. Ha. We talked for a very long time, and somehow I ended up making the commitment to date. I have seen many blessing for it, that I really won't deny, but I am still a little uneasy at times. I am human and we learn from experience. So what happens if you have mostly bad experiences? You learn from that right? and you stop doing that thing. Correct? Well, imagine being asked to do that thing that has produced more negative than positive effects in the past. Would you do it? I honestly might be crazy, but I am doing it again because I believe that my bishop is a worthy priesthood holder and he has promised me specific blessings that I...well...kinda need. I am back in the dating scene...and it isn't as bad as I remember. It's kinda even....dare I say...fun? :)
What else? Nothing much is new. I am still at the highschool, and the shelter. I have surgery in 4 days, and I can't even think straight. I am terrified. I won't talk to much about that because to be honest...it scares me enough just thinking about it. When it is all over I will record the gory details (not all of them).
I just set the alarm for the shelter and came back from talking to some of the women. I have been so humbled the past few weeks. The clients I see at the highschool and the families I have grown so close to here have had such an impact on me. I feel like I am on a constant emotional roller coaster. I have found ways to cope and not take my work home with me, but it's easier said than done.
I recently had the opportunity to go to a nearby elementary school and talk to a third grade class about their classmate who had died in a car accident over the weekend. It was an experience that I will never forget. Every student was quiet as the talking stick was passed around. Whoever held the stick was suppose to say one thing they remembered that was special about their classmate. One child in particular was crying, his back was shaking, and he finally got out that he thought she was the nicest person ever, and she always made him laugh when he was down. He took of his thick glasses and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't talk anymore. I lost it then and I began to cry. I didn't know the little girl, but the feeling in the room was so unique and the spirit there was very strong. I felt very lucky to have been sent to the school. Those students probably taught me more than I could have taught them. Funny how it always works that way eh?
I guess I should start writing more consistently. There's an idea. I'm excited for Christmas however, this December I doubt I will receive a handcarved mini elephant from soap stone. We'll see. I am planning on making empanadas for Christmas Eve. This year each person from my family is going to bring a dish from another country. Maybe I'll go all out and throw in some alfajores. Now I'm just getting hungry. Tired and hungry are never a good combination. This means bed.

One month encounting

The past few weeks have honestly flown by. In a weird, overwhelmingly busy way. On Sunday afternoons I have found myself dreading going to CAPSA and starting my hellish schedule all over again. This past Sunday I starting thinking about going back to the group home, getting paid less and working Fridays and Saturdays. At least I would be able to go to church with my family and spend time with them after right?
We had Red Ribbon Week and dare I say it went exceptionally well? (leaving out the part where the PTA president yelled at me over a pinata hmm...). I have been so luck to be surrounded by some of the most amazing youth. Seriously. They may be completely out of control and not care too much about life in general, but they can change the world in their own ways. They impress me.
I think lately I have been getting down on myself, and I am not sure my goal of not dating is the best thing. I am trying to stick to it, only because well, I haven't exactly met anyone that has caught my attention. Then again...have I even caught anyone's eye in the first place..hhhahaa..probably not. I will continue to have faith that something good is ahead, that something is waiting for me that is worth working this hard for. Sometimes I'm okay with waiting and other days I really suck at waiting and I get so blah. I am lucky and I have been incredibly blessed with a crazy and incredible family. I can't complain.
On Halloween I turned in my application for the Master's program at the U. I was a little scared not really knowing if that's what I want let alone if they will even accept me. Part of me (actually the majority of me) just wants to travel and do service projects in South America and different parts around the world, play and not worry about punctuation, read books of my choice, and no more bubble sheets, run whenever I want, backpack up something other than old main hill, wake up at 5 and then fall back to sleep without feeling crappy, and I could go on.
I decided to fast for many reasons. One was to know where to go from here. I feel like I am doing things on my own a lot of the time, at the same time I feel like I never get a chance to be alone and just think. It was good, and I really felt like a came to some conclusions...for me that was like monumental. The power behind a simple prayer and fast always shocks me...always.
This Friday I have a CT scan. I am scared. It's nothing serious, but I feel weird, and kind of just sick of going to the doctor all of the time. I try to keep my mind off of it.
What else? I have really just been loving everything about Logan. I am going to start volunteering pretty soon at FTC with the boys. I quit recently because I didn't have 14 extra hours to work there. So whenever I have a spare hour or two I will just act as a volunteer so that I can take one of the boys to do something fun. :) That totally made my day when I figured this out.
So, this entry seems like melancholy central. It's the halloween candy hangover. Perhaps? I am smiling on the inside...hahaa.

Okay Okay. It's been so hard for me to keep like 5 different journals. So, I'm just going to keep everything recorded here. Except the very personal things that I won't be sharing with very many people. So....I figure that should be safe enough. Especially since only few read this;).

This semeseter has been pretty crazy so far. I have been at Mtn. Crest High School and also running the Women's Shelter in the evenings. They have both been very fulfilling, but very exhausting. I have to say...even more exhausting than a marathon yes.

I haven't been very good lately at keeping a journal. A lot has happened. Que fracasa que soy.

There is always time to start over right? I can update you quickly.

I quit working full time at the group home. After a good cry and trying to have faith that I was making the right decision I started my internship. Quitting was one of the

hardest things I have had to do. Every Friday and Saturday night I think of my boys. I always pray so hard that they are progressing and remembering the things we worked so hard to accomplish. Sure they were my trials over the summer, but also my biggest blessings. I have never had to learn and practice so much patience. Now that I think about it they probably felt that because I couldn't let them do whatever they wanted to do and act out, that they had to have patience with me. I am so grateful for each of their great spirits. They are so strong and I know that one day they will be healed. I know because they have in many ways healed me.

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  I ran the Top Of Utah marathon. Yes, I've heard it all.


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  -You're crazy


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  -That's is stupid to run that far


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  -You are going to kill yourself


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  -You will run yourself into non-existence


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  -What made you want to do this?

All in all, it was one of the most spiritual experiences I have had. EVER. I came to knew myself more and my own strength both physically and spiritually. I also grew to know more of my Heavenly Father. I would encourage anyone to do this and really test their physical capacity, it changes and pushes the mind at the same time. Truth is when I arrived at the 21 mile mark I felt like collapsing, but I looked up and saw my mom, my sister, and my three little neices off to the side. It was like the pain was gone. It was weird. I kept running and just waved. My nieces ran along side me for a bit holding on to my hands. A few more miles passed and I found myself losing energy again and not thinking about anything, but stopping even if it was for a little while. That was the exact moment where I caught up with a neighborhood friend Michelle. aka blessing in disguise. I wouldn't have made it without having someone to push through the wall with. It was almost unedurable. We started to complain a bit and we saw at the corner my best friend and my brother-in-law waiting to run the last 2 miles with us. They joined us. My back was aching and I felt physically drained. I just remember Doug running ahead then running back to tell me that the finish line was right around the corner. He said "Chels, finish strong. Don't pay attention to anything on the side. Focus on your stride. Pick it up! Finish strong. Keep it up. Go. Finish strong." Every word helped. I felt my dad pushing me. Is that weird? All in a marathon. I really related it all to life. I hope I can finish strong and the only reasons I haven't given up yet is because of those people who miraculously find me along the way and lift me up to see me how they see me. They don't give me strength, but they just help me find the strength that is already inside of me. My family are those who boost me up. It was to say the very very least, an unbelievable and defining moment in my life.

I am now working on my last two semesters at a local high school. It's nothing like High School Musical. It's more like dangerous minds...hahaha maybe a mix between the two.

The girl that is an intern with me is amazing. I was very blessed to have her with me. We have the opportunity to pray together before we travel to the school. It crazy what a difference prayer can make. We have a few groups we are running and they have all had rough starts. All groups have mandated clients. Meaning they do not want to be there. Funny thing is, I see a lot of myself in the girls that are a part of the all girl group called. G.E.N.

With my school, the internship, working at the battered women's shelter I have had no time. I try to meet people, but I dunno. Lots of people say that my standards are too high for guys, but then again when I actually think about them I think that any member should have those certaini qualities. I think that yes some of my expectations are high, but they are righteous desires and I believe if I stay worthy to my covenants I will be blessed. I also would hope that my future spouse would have high expectations for me as well.

I thought I had found exactly what I was looking for. I still do think about him a lot, but I will need to have faith that things will work out for the best. The waiting is the hardest part.

The Salt Lake Temple will be closing for three years. I always thought I would be married there. That leaves me with a few options. Get married before January, wait three years, or get married somewhere else. All but one sound appealing. Haha.

p.s. Yesteray I forgot that I put my camera in my back pocket. I went to the bathroom and it full on dropped in the toilet. Did I mention I just bought it? :(

AMISTADES

I have the greatest friends. Wanna meet them? First, I guess I can explain why I felt so impressed to write about each one of the extra amazing indiviuals that change my life daily. Lots of times it's in the smallest moments that I really feel grateful that I have the best friends. Well, first there are a few that I will forever forever call my best friends because I know that they would give anything to help me even if that means traveling 3,000 miles just to give me a hug....here they are. Marcela and Marinela. They made me laugh harder than I ever thought possible with an achy body, tired feet, sore muscles, and sometimes wounded faith. They

yelled at me when I I was on the brink of giving up or just not caring about the work. They were always my best company in the kitchen hehe. "...and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a sister." Proverbs 18:24 These two amazing women were both enourmous blessings and balls of energy. Thanks Hermanas! You helped me to see the people of Argentina as Christ sees them and try to love them as he does. Thanks for loving me all the same.


Ah Carlos and Sofia. Both are spiritual giants. Sofia is a convert and the only member in her family. Carlos as well. While I was struggling with my health and the work in my last area, I dreaded not being able to love the people of San Miguel like I did the people in Caballito. My birthday came and Carlos and Sofia and Matias came to visit me. They traveled over 2 hours to be there with me the entire day

They helped me to be myself in my new area and see the beauty in the people of San Miguel. I was felt indebted and foolish that

I wasn't able to do that on my own. Everyday I think of Sofi and Carlos. They constantly are still sharing their testimonies with me whenever they get the chance, and I am grateful.


It's been almost a year since I have actually seen Joe, BUT...he will always be one of my very best friends. He changed me in so many ways and I learned so much from him. During my most difficult years and saddest times growing up he was unfailingly there. Without question he was there. Just to listen. To take me to a funny movie, or to make me see humor in the irony of adolscenece. I miss him everyday, and I hope he knows that I would not be everything I am today without his push in the beginning.


Valeria. She's the one in the middle. I'm not sure I can really explain how special she is without meeting her in person. When she is in a room whether she is talking or just sitting in silence, she lights the room, because she is so confident, but just carries such a powerful prescence that it's impossible to miss. She will love you the moment you meet her. You could have some contagious blisters all over you and she would hug you without thought and genuinely want to know everything about you. Vale would often teach me the same things I taught her, when I would forget or lose sight of things.This crazy girl is Natalia. Before I left Argentina. I showed up at her door, and she tackled me (literally) with the biggest hug. I met Natalia in the most random way, but I had no doubt that it was anything but divine intervention that we came together. She was the most amazing example to me of a mother, and a friend. I felt like we were always on the same page, and if we ever disagreed we would always laugh about it. She was the first person I was ever that close to that was in a situation of domestic violence. Still to this day I fight and try to advocate for every victim I meet everyday because to me they carry her face. She helped me to be more real with myself and those we taught. ....and don't worry Nat I still carry your power puff girl on my keychain. Hasta Pronto. ROU! What can I say.....somehow the crazy people and moments found us wherever we went. I started to wonder if just us being together caused all of the awkward and weird forces to combine against us. Hehe. In the short six weeks that we were with each other 24-7 I lived the extreme in every sense of the word. Anything she did she did it 110%. It could have been reading to Maria Delgado out of her giant over sized Book of Mormon,with her 12 cats climbing all over us, and she didn't care that Maria didn't understand all of it. She put her whole heart into everything. She is dramatic, and she feels, and she helped me to open my eyes to the masterpieces in each individual we met. How can so much energy exist in one tiny 17 year old?
I'm sure you have already heard too too much about this little lady. She captured my heart even before I was able to hold her for the first time. She has been my bestfriend in the most simple moments. The coolest part is, she has no idea how many times she has saved me. Kaed, you are so precious, and I know Heavenly Father sent you to our family in the exact moment he did, because you had and still have a very sacred and great mission to complete here on the earth. Thank you for being so strong. I lub you! :)
Adam, Adam, Adam. We pretty much hit it off in 2nd when he pulled out my hair during music time. Or was it when I threw his homemade grill cheese sandwich that he made me to the goats? I can't remember. I do remember that no one has ever made me laugh harder. I can say without a doubt that 7 years could go by...I could call him out of the blue and it would be like we hadn't skipped a beat. I miss you...please come throw rocks at my window soon.

This is Jeana. Also known as "The Denim Monster." Ha. Is there such a thing as humor therapy? It seems like i've heard of it, but if it doesn't exist I think Jeana should coin the term for developing it. Countless times I have been at a loss of what to do, where to go, and how to cope. Jeana is constantly there leaving me insanely long messages on me phone. I feel so blessed when I think back to how Heavenly Father guided me so carefully until I was able to be placed in an apartment randomly with Jeana as a roommate at college. "A friend loveth at all times, and a sister is born fo adversity." -Proverbs 17:17. This says it better than I ever could.
Even though I want to mention so so so many more, Meg will be the end of my long long list of friends to thank. Megan is by far the most loyal person I know. whoa. Trust me I know quite a few people. haha okay not really. Meg was swimming in one of those giant green garbage cans and it's been roses ever since. It is rare that I find someone I can be 100 % myself. Sometimes we find ourselves dancing out of control in clothes stores, or attacking the wrong people after jumping out of clothes at Target. The best part of all is that when I found myself at the one of the most crucial turning points in my life, Meg made me question my testimony and also testified to me of the power of the atonement and the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. I love that I can always count on Meg and when I am stressed out from sometimes being who other want me to be I can hang out with her and just be....weird.
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with."- Mark Twain

"A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still."- Friedrich Nietzsche

"We've all got a long way to run"

Numbness. That was seriously all I felt from the waist down when I reached the 16 mile mark. I honestly couldn't even fathom running one mile farther. How? How could my legs possible make it when I wasn't even sure they were still there, still attached to the rest of my body? 12 min. later I made it back home and walking back up my stairs I caught the reflection of my legs in the glass, and to be honest I was surprised they weren't just mangled stumps with shoelaces at the bottom.
I have been training for this marathon all summer and it has been quit the challenge. Before I could barely run 45 minutes straight. As of yesterday I ran a total of 3 hours and 35 minutes. Before I reached the half way mark I began struggling and went over the same excuses that run through my head every Saturday morning on my long runs. You don't have enough strength today to finish, You're wasting your time, The long runs aren't that important, No one really cares if you actually run the marathon or not anyway, You are already running too slow to even be in the race, Just stop and walk for a minute. They flood in when I let in the tiniest doubt, and I start to question.
Just like in the mission field. When I would begin to wonder what good I was doing there, or if I even had anything to offer those people, I would fall in an instant. I have also started to see a great similarity between my long runs and how my week has gone.
For example, I haven't had the time to do all of things that I wanted to do this summer. I feel that I have given up some fun things for very unique opportunities to work at the group home and manage the women's shelter. Maybe someday when I can actually talk about more things I will be able to describe the incredible things I have witnessed in being here. I am amazed constantly at the opportunities I have to be able to help the women here to remember how much heavenly father loves them, and maybe even help them remember the sacrafice christ made for each of them.

I want to write so much more, but I am now finishing this entry two weeks later and I already have so much more I want to write about.

"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." - Robert Frost

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those timid spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.

"Honest Hearts Produce Honest Actions." -Brigham Young

I haven't always been honest with myself and my own heart. I think it's a struggle I have been in battle with since my birth. I have struggled with letting my true self surface and accomplish things I am suppose to. Whenever I feel it coming out I feel the fear overpower if I don't feel completely safe in my surroundings. It limits me in many ways, and inhibits my chances at experiencing great things. Having an honest heart leads to many things, and so does lacking honesty at heart. It isn't only a good idea, it has been urged of us by the prophet and told that...

"The Lord requires his people to be honest. May we desire with all our hearts to be honest in all our relationships and in all the things that we do. God will help us if we seek the strength that comes from him. Sweet then will be our peace of mind and our lives. Blessed will be those with whom we live and associate. And God will bless and guide us with his loving care.

Each lie, each deception, each act of dishonesty combines to create a monster that can destroy your character and your life." Howard W. Hunter “Be Honest with Yourself,” New Era, Jul 2003, 36

I am really bad at defining things, but of course we all know what honesty is right? Not taking a dollar or ten dollars from your mom's purse. Not taking a soda from the store without paying for it. Not tell a lie, or purposefully deceiving another person. But what about being true and honest to ourselves? Or honest in every inch of what we do and how we treat others? I looked up honesty to find...

The concept of honesty applies to all behaviors. One cannot refuse to consider factual information, for example, and still claim that one's knowledge, belief, or position is an attempt to be truthful or is held in "good faith." Such willful blindness is clearly a product of one's desires and simply has nothing to do with the human ability to know. Basing one's positions on what one wants — rather than unbiased evidence gathering — is dishonest even when good intentions can be cited — after all even villains could cite good intentions and intended glory for a select group of people. Clearly then, an unbiased approach to the truth is a requirement of honesty. Wikipedia®

I believe it does apply to ALL behaviors, and that was something very hard for me to comprehend. It could be that honesty is one of the first principles we learn as children, and becomes basic to us that we forget how really important it is.

"Some may regard the quality of character known as honesty to be a most ordinary subject. But I believe it to be the very essence of the gospel. Without honesty, our lives and the fabric of our society will disintegrate into ugliness and chaos."-President Gordon B. Hinckley“We Believe in Being Honest,” Ensign, Oct 1990, 2

So basically without honesty we would fall into an ugly pit of chaos and confusion. I don't doubt that for a minute.

In Alma 27:27 the Anti-Nephi-Lehi's are being led by Ammon and upon arriving to the land of Jershon they change their name to the people of Ammon. It says in verse 27-And they were among the people of Nephi, and also numbered among the people who were of the church of God. And they were also distinguished for their zeal towards God, and also towards men; for they were perfectly honest and upright in all things; and they were firm in the faith of Christ, even unto the end.

How would in be to be perfectly honest? I have yet to find out, but I found it interesting that directly after it mentions that they were firm in the faith of Christ...I'm guessing that may have something to do with being honest at heart..... :)

"Becoming people of integrity and honesty does not occur quickly or all at once, nor is it merely a matter of greater personal discipline. It is a change of disposition, a change of heart.

Remember that becoming people of integrity and honesty is not simply a matter of more personal determination, more grit, and more willpower; rather, it is accomplished through the enabling power of the Atonement of the Lord Jesus Christ." -David A. Bednar, “Be Honest,” New Era, Oct 2005, 4

In Alma it's talks about a change of heart through the Atonement. Chapter 5 Alma addresses the people in Zarahemla and asks them some pretty thought provoking questions...well they got me thinkin'!

"The principle of honesty is a close relation to that of integrity. Our thirteenth article of faith begins with the statement “We believe in being honest.” [A of F 1:13] We do not believe in honesty merely as a matter of policy. Honesty is a principle of salvation in the kingdom of God."-Elder David A. Bednar

We cannot become honest individuals without the Atonement of Christ and without the willingness to experience a change of heart. I know that they go hand in hand. By understanding the Atonement better, I will become a more honest and pure person, and by striving to be more truthful and honest with myself and to myself I will then in turn have a better understanding of the Atonement and the love that Christ and my Heavenly Father have for me.

"CONFIDENCE COMES NOT FROM ALWAYS BEING RIGHT, BUT FROM NOT FEARING TO BE WRONG."

C O N F I D E N C E V S. P R I D E
Sometimes I have the hardest time distinguishing between the two. Where can I draw the line? How can I tell the difference? Pride can be so easily mistaken for confidence. This has been a question in my mind for some time.

I have always lacked in the area of confidence. Not just in self-confidence, but in confidence in others around me, and yes sometimes even in my Heavenly Father. However, I easily fall into the pride area, and find myself making excuses or masking the pride as confidence.

Heber C. Kimball, while serving as a counselor to President Brigham Young, reported: “I will give you a key which Brother Joseph Smith used to give in Nauvoo. He said that the very step of apostasy commenced with losing confidence in the leaders of this church and kingdom, and that whenever you discerned that spirit you might know that it would lead the possessor of it on the road to apostasy.”

Interesting no? That with a lack of confidence in leaders of the church it can lead us to apostasy. Since we know that the church of Jesus Christ as a whole (after being restored for the last time by Joseph Smith) will never fall into apostasy again. It only helps me to see that with the personal lack of confidence we can still experience a personal apostasy and become almost as if we were blind. We won't recognize truth. With that also will most definitely come pride in our hearts.

When I looked up pride in the dictionary what caught my eye the most were the synonyms and antonyms....check it out...—Synonyms 1. Pride, conceit, self-esteem, egotism, vanity, vainglory imply an unduly favorable idea of one's own appearance, advantages, achievements, etc., and often apply to offensive characteristics. Pride is a lofty and often arrogant assumption of superiority in some respect: Pride must have a fall. Conceit implies an exaggerated estimate of one's own abilities or attainments, together with pride: blinded by conceit. Self-esteem may imply an estimate of oneself that is higher than that held by others: a ridiculous self-esteem. Egotism implies an excessive preoccupation with oneself or with one's own concerns, usually but not always accompanied by pride or conceit: His egotism blinded him to others' difficulties. Vanity implies self-admiration and an excessive desire to be admired by others: His vanity was easily flattered. Vainglory, somewhat literary, implies an inordinate and therefore empty or unjustified pride: puffed up by vainglory. 5. boast.
—Antonyms 1. humility.

Is that bold enough? Humility is the only noted antonym which to me tied a lot of things together.

When confidence is restored, when pride shall fall, and every aspiring mind be clothed with humility as with a garment, and selfishness give place to benevolence and charity, and a united determination to live by every word which proceedeth out of the mouth of the Lord is observable, then, and not till then, can peace, order and love prevail.

It isn't completely clear to me yet, differences yet, but I try to focus on the most christ-like people I have known, that also seem confident. They must be doing something right....right?

Meet my neices...Kaedyn, Haley, Samantha, and Gracie. These four girls pretty much define both confidence, and humility, innocence, and purity all in one.

They are constanly showing me how to be more christ-like just through the way they are naturally and almost without any effort. That is why I try to spend all the time I can with them. Yes, even if it means always sitting at the kiddie table to eat.

In comparing myself to these four spiritual giants, Mosiah 3:19&21.

19-For the natural man is an enemy to God, and has been from the fall of Adam, and will be, forever and ever. unless he yields to the enticings of the Holy Spirit, and putteth off the natural man and becometh a saint through the atonement of Christ the Lord, and becometh as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father.

21-and behold when that time cometh, none shall be found blameless before God, except it be little children, ONLY through repentance and faith on the name of the Lord God Omnipotent.

My next example is a woman named Maria Ruiz. She lived in Palermo (my first area in the mission field). Maria was raising her children her grand children and three great grand children. They all lived in one room (9 total). Every moment I spent with Maria I felt her unwavering confidence in Heavenly Father and it radiated from every part of her. I saw the look in her eyes, she didn't doubt any trial she had ever been given, she accpeted it, and leaned on the Lord for understanding and help. Her testimony fed mine.

In every area really I found heros, and their confidence and faith carried me during the hardest days.

Gordon B. Hinckley is confidence with a cane! When President Hinckley died I remember feeling a deep sadness, but also a greater hope. Everyone remembers his favorite line, "don't worry everything will work out." Hearing that line whenever he would say it installed a strong insurrmountable hope within me.

My mom is undoubtedly a source of confidence when I feel I am failing, or have lost hope. She has rescued me by helping me to see things in a completely different light.
Many of my companions and others I had the priviledge to serve with were prime examples of confidence. Hermana Mirando made me set a goal to "saltar confiando" which means JUMP WITH FAITH. She taught me to jump even when I wasn't ready...she held my hand the whole way.

I would be dumb not to mention my bestfriend Meg. She pretty much paved has always in a way prepared me. She has always been the confident one (sometimes yes with more pride than is good for her), but I always followed her when I fell short. I don't think I would have had the courage enough to go on a mission without her example of confidence in Heavenly Father and the plan prepared for us.

The purest example of confidence and faith is CHRIST. I guess I always can shed off all of my pride and strive to find confidence when I think of the hope christ has for all of us. To think of the hope, and confidence he had in us that was sufficient enough to lead him to sacrifice his life for us knowing some of us might not accept his offer. I love my savior and I know that he died for us, and that he lives with perfect confidence in our potential as kings and queens.

If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.