I don't remember when, but I've heard it said that somewhere beyond the stars our fFther waits until our time is done to hear the story of our lives. Where did we go? What did we do? What decisions did we make?
But then again - that's wrong, isn't it?
How could we mortals possibly remember everything we've done, and every choice we've made? How could we tell the story of our lives to our Father and remember every detail that He needs to know? We can't.
But that's OK. Because He will. He knows every detail of our lives. And as we sit before His seat on judgment day; what will He say? How will He tell our story? Will it be a tale of deception, evil, and misery? One of confusion, failed attempts, and half-tried ideas? Or one of struggle, faith, and perseverance?
The choices we make here on Earth determine the outcome of the story our Father will tell of us. How do you want your story to be told? Will you be ashamed and want no one there to hear it? Or will you be proud of what you've done and want your loved ones gathered round you to hear your tale?
The choice is yours. Just make sure you have what matters when it counts.

Graduation is scary.
The beginning of my senior year I just wanted it to be done. I was ready to get out. But then it came to the last quarter, and I’ve been to Baccalaureate, and seminary graduation, and now High School graduation is just a few days away.
In my prayers I thank God for all the things that I’ve loved in High School. And after I say “Amen”… I realize that they’re all gone. All those things that I’m thankful for and that I’ve loved so much – Band, Theater, Seminary – they’re all over.

I feel like I’ve come to a wall, and in this wall there is a gate. And I can’t see over the wall, nor through the gate. I’m being told I have to leave everything I know and love behind (Band, Theater, Seminary) and walk through the gate without knowing what’s on the other side. I feel like I’ve been pushing on this gate all year trying to get through, but now that I’ve made enough space to get through – I don’t want to go. But then in comes the gift of faith my Patriarchal Blessing talks about. I know that Heavenly Father will be there on the other side of the gate waiting to take my hand and help me know where to go. I know he’ll replace my band and theater and seminary (which were basically the reasons I got up in the morning) with new things that I will love.
I’ve just got to walk through the gate.

When I tell people that I have Tourettes most of them don't believe me because I don't have the most recognizable signs of Tourettes. I don't scream and I don't swear. But if they could see me on a day like I had last week - they'd believe me. When I jerk and twitch, it hurts and I cry. But I know, and I'll always remember, that Tourttes is like a rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs, and sometimes it just feels like you're going in circles. But when you're on that rollercoaster and you're hair is in your face, and you're screaming because you're scared, it makes you all the more grateful for the slow parts when you can relax, catch your breath, and get ready for the next plunge.

I really hate it when people talk about things they don't understand.
A guy fom my ward got sent home from his mission because he got sick. He had kidney stones and another surgery. Now people at school are saying that he came home because he couldn't handle it it. They're saying that he wasn't tough enough to stay out there.
This guy is one of the most spiritualy strong people that I know. He doesn't deserve the horrible rumers that are circulating about him. I just wish that people would get their facts straight before they open thier mouths.

I find that it’s harder to get out of bed in the morning than it is to get into car and drive to school. It’s harder to decide what you’re going to eat than it is to actually eat it. It’s harder to…well…you get the idea. Once you decide that your going to do something it makes it easier to actually do it. You just have to convince yourself that you can do it. Then once you start…you’ll finish.
That’s what I think…but that’s just me.