When I was talking to my friend, Shalyce, about Conference we discussed that moment when Moses came to realize how we are nothing in comparison to God's creations. I suddenly realized I have been there. When I was in the eighth grade I learned in science class that the universe is so vast that we could never get to the end of it and even if we could, it is constantly expanding so that when we got to the end there would be more. At the time I lived too far from a church building to be able to attend church and I had forgotten that Heavenly Father is right there. Ever since I was a little girl I have looked up to the sky at the moon and the stars and they somehow comforted me and helped me remember that I am not alone. I remember, that year in eighth grade, I would sit outside with a quilt my grandmother gave me and I would just look at the sky and feel so tiny and insignificant and lost. A few months later I was able to return to where I could go to church again. That first time I walked in the building I felt like I had come home. I remembered my Heavenly Father and that He is there. Now when I look at the sky I feel that connection again. I know that He is somewhere out there and that I matter to Him. And the beauty of it all is that if you ask, He'll let you know the same thing.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
You Matter to Him!
I have been taking an Institute Class the last few weeks. It is especially for the mid-single adults in the Pocatello region. We have been studying The Pearl of Great Price and we started on the first chapter of Moses this last week. One of the things our teacher said that really hit me is that if we really know that we are children of God, we can resist the temptations Satan sends our way. I've been pondering that a lot since then so you can imagine my ears perked up when President Uchtdorf started talking about that same chapter in General Conference yesterday morning. I loved his talk. It was exactly what I needed to hear. If you would like to hear it go here.
When I was talking to my friend, Shalyce, about Conference we discussed that moment when Moses came to realize how we are nothing in comparison to God's creations. I suddenly realized I have been there. When I was in the eighth grade I learned in science class that the universe is so vast that we could never get to the end of it and even if we could, it is constantly expanding so that when we got to the end there would be more. At the time I lived too far from a church building to be able to attend church and I had forgotten that Heavenly Father is right there. Ever since I was a little girl I have looked up to the sky at the moon and the stars and they somehow comforted me and helped me remember that I am not alone. I remember, that year in eighth grade, I would sit outside with a quilt my grandmother gave me and I would just look at the sky and feel so tiny and insignificant and lost. A few months later I was able to return to where I could go to church again. That first time I walked in the building I felt like I had come home. I remembered my Heavenly Father and that He is there. Now when I look at the sky I feel that connection again. I know that He is somewhere out there and that I matter to Him. And the beauty of it all is that if you ask, He'll let you know the same thing.
When I was talking to my friend, Shalyce, about Conference we discussed that moment when Moses came to realize how we are nothing in comparison to God's creations. I suddenly realized I have been there. When I was in the eighth grade I learned in science class that the universe is so vast that we could never get to the end of it and even if we could, it is constantly expanding so that when we got to the end there would be more. At the time I lived too far from a church building to be able to attend church and I had forgotten that Heavenly Father is right there. Ever since I was a little girl I have looked up to the sky at the moon and the stars and they somehow comforted me and helped me remember that I am not alone. I remember, that year in eighth grade, I would sit outside with a quilt my grandmother gave me and I would just look at the sky and feel so tiny and insignificant and lost. A few months later I was able to return to where I could go to church again. That first time I walked in the building I felt like I had come home. I remembered my Heavenly Father and that He is there. Now when I look at the sky I feel that connection again. I know that He is somewhere out there and that I matter to Him. And the beauty of it all is that if you ask, He'll let you know the same thing.
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