Thank You!

   Around this time the word "Thank You" is probably used more, people are more giving, and for the most part more kind.  So in the spirit of Thanksgiving I would just like to share something that has lead me to a place of happiness. Something that I am very thankful for. I am thankful for scriptures. Growing up I loved to go to church. I tried to read my scriptures as much as possible. I knew that God loved me, and no one could take that away. When I would read the Bible, I wouls start in Matthew and just highlight everything I read. Being a small child I did not understand why people highlighted in their scriptures... just that they did it. I never really understood what I was reading. I knew who God was, who Christ was, and I was familiar with the child stories of the Prophets.

Skip a few years into high school and that knowledge of Gods love started to fail. I faced trials, and was in a deep confusion of what the purpose of life was. I did not understand why things were hard, and instead of coming closer to God when I needed him, I turned away.  I was not too happy and I was not sure why. When I got into college, I realized that I needed that relationship back with my Heavenly Father so I started to read a book that my grandma had gotten me in highschool. I think it was a pathway for youth. It would give me a daily scripture and share stories of how I can face the trials of the world. Soon after that, my Step-mom invited some missionaries over fromThe Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  This part of the story is long. The missionaries came to my house for the next year or so visiting with my family.  I started feeling answers to questions I had growing up. I began to feel happy, and  see that there was purpose in this life. However it is through the Scriptures that I gained a testimony of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I was reading in revelations just scamming through and I came upon Revelation 3:20 which states "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come  in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Some reason this hit me. I knew that these missionaries in my home were sent to bring me back. I knew that  I could ask my Heavenly Father and he would answer me. I also knew that it would take faith. I would have to open the door to allow Him back into my life. I prayed and received an answer that The Church of Jesus Christ was Gods church. The same church that was on the Earth with Christ. I am grateful for the scriptures. I feel that they can answer our prayers as we study them. I am also grateful for my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ. I feel that I was once a lost sheep, but Christ knew exactly how to find me.

Help!

Asking for help seems impossible. I suppose our human mind figures that we can just do everything on our own. Personally this is something that I have a hard time with. I feel that even when I am in the hardest of times, that I can just figure it out on my own. ]

There have been times though when my pride had to be humbled and I had to just ask for help. One of the more recent times, I was driving home and my breaks went strait to the floor. I had been procrastinating getting them fixed, and I was about to face the consequences. I only had about $300 in my bank account, and knew I was not going to be paid anytime soon. I went with out a car for a couple of days... I had to call off work a few times as well. That ment that on top of buying new breaks, I would be out of work. I decided that I would brave the drive,( because I knew that I could not afford a tow truck) to the nearest break place. I went in, and let them know what happend, and got lectured for driving my car without breaks. They originally said that it would cost me about $300 so I had just enough! But as time went on more and more problems with my breaks came up. I needed to replace a lot of things. The total cost by the end was $600 and I just did not have it. I prayed, and asked what I should do because my parents did not have the money to help, at least thats what I felt. But I knew that that was my only option. So as much as I wanted to do it on my own, I knew I had to make that call and ask for help.

I learned two lessons that day. One asking for help is something that we should not be ashamed to do. Sometimes we get ourselfs in situations where we just need someone to give us a hand. Second I learned not to procrastinate things that are important.

Just like needing help in life, we also need to be able to ask for help spiritually. God is there for us, and he  has given us the resources we need in order to survive and be helped spiritually. We can pray to Him, and he will hear our prayers. We also need to ask for forgiveness, and not procrastinate the day of our repentance. While we are here on earth, we are in a probationary state before we get to be judged. In Helamen 13:38 it speaks of this.

38 But behold, your ^adays of probation are past; ye have ^bprocrastinated the day of your salvation until it is everlastingly too late, and your destruction is made sure; yea, for ye have sought all the days of your lives for that which ye could not obtain; and ye have sought for ^chappiness in doing iniquity, which thing is ^dcontrary to the nature of that righteousness which is in our great and Eternal Head.

When I stand before God and his Son Jesus Christ, I want to know that I have not procrastinated and that I have done all that I can to better follow my savior.