Saturday, September 29, 2012

Super excited that I found these. If you're looking for me, check the first video at 2:28;)


These are notes from the 2012 General Relief Society Broadcast! If you want to watch the whole thing (which you should) then find it here!

Sister Linda K. Burton

We need to have the doctrine written in our hearts. The new RS presidency goals are for us to understand the atonement, strengthen home and family through covenant keeping, and be unified with each other and the other auxiliaries of the church. [She focused on the atonement.] All that is unfair about life can be made right through the atonement of Jesus Christ. We shouted for joy when we knew that we could experience mortality, including its challenges. Then she told this story about a girl who was married at 17. While crossing the plains at 19, her husband and son died within 3 weeks of each other. In her journal, she wrote something to the effect of: "the enemy knows when to attack us, but the Savior knows when to save us." We can only make real change through the atonement. The atonement is the greatest example we have of God's love for us. That supreme sacrifice ought to send us to our knees. How does knowing our worth to Him make us want to improve?

Sister Carole M. Stephens
1st Counselor

"It is for us to be wide awake to our duty." When we make covenants we change. We become bound to God. What is the condition of our hearts? Do we let the world harden our hearts? He understands our adversity because he suffered it. "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." When the saints were forced out of Nauvoo, they left this message in the temple: "The Lord has beheld our sacrifice. Come after us." She talked about how she went on trek with the youth in her ward, and found herself to not be physically prepared to help out as much as she wanted to. She said, "I may never need to pull a hand cart again, but I never want to let my sisters down spiritually." It isn't enough to just be on the journey...we need to be awake to our duty. We are endowed with power through our covenants.

Sister Linda S. Reeves
2nd Counselor

She told a story about a woman she met who was never married and never had any children. She was an only child and her parents had passed away long before. Her closest relatives were two cousins who lived on a different continent. She bore her testimony that the woman was "a very important daughter to Heavenly Father" and that she was never alone. The scripture "Jesus wept" from the story of Lazarus shows the compassion, empathy, and love that Jesus Christ and the Father have for us. They feel the depth of our sufferings. They have not forgotten us and they know our difficult moments. We need to tell Heavenly Father how we feel. Tell Him about our pains and then give them up. "I have graven thee on the palms of my hands."

President Henry B. Eyring

RS sisters need to care for each other, teach each other, and sit down together with God. "What comes next for willing hands to do?" He told the story about how his daughter was about to have a miscarriage when her visiting teaching companion showed up and was able to take her to the hospital in time. The baby girl was delivered 15 weeks early. Later that evening the Bishop emailed the family and said "The RS president has everything under control." What an understatement! They already had meals, visits, car rides, etc. in place. At the end of his message, he said "keep the faith." We feel love for the people we serve. The Lord is building a loving, unified team in the Relief Society. Losing the opportunity to serve someone is often harder than temporal separation from them. "If thou endure it well, God will exalt thee on high." When serving, do what will help others "endure it well." For those who need care, give them opportunities to give care. Create opportunities for others to learn how to endure it well. Have patience in weakness. Celebrate any blessings that we can find in trials. Invite more sisters into your circle. We cannot prepare for "that day" in a moment. Our hope for "those days" is justified. The Spirit will comfort us when we wonder, "did I do enough?"

Friday, September 21, 2012


Growing up with three sisters wasn't always easy...but I think growing up without any of these ladies would have been impossible.

Lindsay is my go-to girl for advice. She knows everything about everything. I guess that's what happens when you're almost 25 years OLD;) I'm so proud of her for serving a mission. It was really hard for me to have her gone, but my family was blessed because of her sacrifice. Our family has also been blessed by her marriage to the fantastic Robert Heidbrink, my favorite brother! Lindsay is a wonderful writer, a hard worker, and will someday be a great mother. (Hopefully soon because Mom is getting baby crazy and I want to be Auntie Rahrah asap.)

Could Darci (23 on Halloween) be any more adorable? Out of us four sisters, she was definitely blessed with the best features: beautiful hair, perfect facial structure, and the loveliest smile. On top of that, Darci is extremely talented! She plays violin very well and is self taught on piano. She's an artist, writer, and music composer. She has a very determined personality. My favorite thing about Darci is the service she renders to our family. She is always looking for ways to invite the Spirit into our home. I enjoy receiving random uplifting messages from her. Darci, you make a difference in my life.

There are not enough good things in this world to describe my 16 year old sister, Amelia. She is my best friend. I admire Millie for her passion about various things. She loves the Japanese language and culture. She is crazy about her cutesy pet turtle Honu and BYU football. Amelia is a great friend because she knows how to stand up for herself and for others. She is a wonderful example to me of regular temple worship. And to be frank, this girl knows how to shake her hips! I love spending time with her, whether it be window shopping, going on a walk, or cuddling in her bed.
When was the last time you did something that absolutely scared you?

I asked Amanda that and she said, "Three weeks ago. When I moved in with you and Clarissa."

HA. Cute.

ANYWAY:) This past week, I did something that absolutely scared me. It was difficult, I'm super embarrassed, but it was so worth it. I enjoy purposefully taking on challenges. And maybe that's not necessarily the right way to put it... I enjoy NOT having regrets. So whether it be trying something new, sharing your feelings with someone, or taking a step forward in the dark, do something that absolutely scares you.

Sorry, Mom, about not posting consistently. A lot has happened. Here are some things I'm grateful for: my classes are all wonderful! Friends in my Spanish class. Having time to write in my journal. There are a lot of great resources on campus. My roommates--they are so much fun! My FHE brothers. I've received my dream calling. My job, hours, and coworkers. Profe Lopez and Brother Stice...the funniest teachers EVER. Sister Morris is amazing, too. Calls from home. Having time to listen to Glenn Beck each morning. Sweaters. So many grand opportunities. 

And of course, being at BYU is the greatest blessing. I couldn't ask for a better atmosphere and more beautiful campus!

I love you all.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

I'm so excited that this was an assignment:)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man studying at a religious institution of high learning, namely Brigham Young University, must be in want of an eternal wife; this being especially true upon the gentleman’s return from a monstrous amount of fortnights in the service of his God. The young and inexperienced freshman girls, though amiable and accomplished, are undoubtedly met with many happy opportunities to become acquainted with the aforementioned gentlemen.

One such female, Miss Sarah Crandall, arrived at the university mid-month August, leaving behind her modest abode in Lehi. Though she desperately missed her dear younger sister and the simple lifestyle she once enjoyed, Sarah found her new circumstances to be very favourable. She was determined to find a similar sense of solace and belonging, this being her leading experience away from home.

Sarah entered her first class, writing, with the necessary texts. Her eyes swept the room, carefully considering to which seated gentleman she would provide her contact information, and to which smiling lady she would retire next to.

“Hello, my name is Miss Sarah. What is your name?”

Emily politely introduced herself and the two began discussing their histories, lineage, and warm feelings towards pursuing a college education.

At this time, the professor walked into the room, successfully quieting the students with her presence. Sarah recognized the instructor’s striking resemblance to the fair Lady Emma Thompson, and ruminated on this realization until Sister Morris, the teacher, began the lecture.

Sarah was genuinely intrigued with the discussion, as she had always thought of reading as a beautifully private method of calming one’s tempers. She soon learned that writing, also, could be a tolerable way to explore one’s feelings; indeed, a way to increase self-understanding.

Despite the heart break of lonely weekends, the overwhelming amount of intellectual work to be accomplished, and excessive meals of yogurt and bread, Miss Sarah believed that these experiences would be advantageous. In the classroom that very day, she personally resolved to make writing a daily priority; by so doing, Sarah hoped to improve herself so that when such a gentleman appears—one who has completed the necessary service to God, and still seeks to serve Him—she will be prepared for matrimony.

Friday, September 7, 2012

I love Provo.

I love love love LOVE Provo.

Yesterday I got some bad news...I've been planning this evening glow-in-the-dark 5k since June, and it was decided that it can't take place at night because there are too many safety and liability issues. I had a 30 minute pity party last night then when straight to bed. I'm a firm believer in scheduling time to mourn and then moving on. Life doesn't stop just because something goes wrong, so there's no point in dwelling in disappointment. 

Today I was still feeling a bit icky. It's my roommate's birthday, and we both work early morning shifts. We met up just after 8 to walk to the temple to do baptisms. It was AMAZING. I have a testimony of the temple. All the stress I've been feeling this week went away. I felt calm and happy and relaxed!

I had a class at 11, so I headed back to campus. I couldn't stop smiling. I can't stop smiling. I feel so at peace. Today was beautiful. I feel beautiful and happy. 

I love Provo because I love the mountains. (Except I sure do miss Timpanogos and the Point!) I love Provo because the trees here are massive. I love being in a college town. The people are so friendly! The temple is perfect. Campus is well kept. I love doing laundry on Saturdays and buying my own groceries. My job, too, is super lovable. I love walking home after putting in a long day. I love crashing in my apartment, knowing that I've given 100%. I love the things I'm learning in church, in my classes, and from the experiences I'm having.

And, for the first time ever, I love having a social life:)

I miss you, Mommy! Can't wait to see the ohana tomorrow!

Monday, September 3, 2012

That would be me in a nutshell.

After much consideration, I've come to the conclusion that I think WAY too much. My roommate and I were discussing last night how sad it is that people don't take the time to meditate like they used to. In "Pride and Prejudice," Lizzie spent ample time reflecting on the words and actions of others. She was content to quietly fill her mind with conversations and sentiments. I miss that. 

Here are a few things that have been running through my mind lately:

1) Fall and winter. Normally I struggle with these two seasons. I tend to get very depressed when the weather is bleak and cold. I feel listless. Stuck in my bed. Wrapped under too many layers. Lonely. However, I've decided that I won't let fall and winter defeat me this year. The colder temperature is a great excuse for (vanilla) hot chocolate, sweaters, and cuddling. Unfortunately, I don't have anyone to cuddle with besides Amelia. I know someone I wouldn't mind cuddling with, but I'm trying really hard to let that run it's course. (Chill, Dad;) Regardless, winter is going to be magical this year.

2) Every fast Sunday I write letters to my missionaries, Elder Comer and Elder Christensen. (Former debate president and a friend from student council.) The scripture thought I sent them this month comes from Romans 5. The whole chapter is fantastic, but I especially like the first couple of verses. Trials refine us. They make us depend wholly on Christ. I think it's one of the most beautiful contradictions: we become stronger as we rely on Him. We should be continually praying for tribulations so that we can gain patience, experience, and hope.

3) My Honors Thesis. Today while doing some reading for my WRTG 150 H class, I had the GREATEST idea ever for my Honors Thesis. I'm so excited and inspired! I'll likely take the proposal class next semester or during the spring/summer semester. I need to start finding an adviser and I haven't even been accepted into the program yet! Ahhhh!

Well, it has been getting a little difficult to focus on school work when I have so much else to think about;) Expect a post in the near future about debate! (Hopefully you saw my wonderfully happy facebook announcement!) I miss all of you. Smile lots!


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Being happy is scary.

Why? Because being happy makes me vulnerable.

Since working through the most difficult portions of my depression, I’ve been very comfortable with myself and my personality. I never had to try; it was easy to be lonely and guarded. It was easy to focus on academics and leadership roles, my own emotions set aside. Recently, I’ve begun this happiness craze. I have completely purged my heart of everything I’ve held onto for seven years. Change is inevitable, I know, but it is also terrifying. Moving on from the past is difficult. I feel like a new person, and I’m struggling to adjust. I’m truly happy, but also incredibly vulnerable. I feel as if I’m waiting for something to mess it up. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Today has been a bit gloomier, but I have a few things I’m looking forward to: Sunday. My fast Sunday horchata tradition. Retro skating with my girlfriends. Finishing “Emma” tomorrow. International cinema. Labor day. Having long hair again in two years. Vanilla hot chocolate. Paycheck. Dance on Friday. Eating the new cereals I purchased. Making enchiladas soon.

Please don’t think I’m not happy, because I am!! Promise. It’s a struggle, but there’s no way I’m giving up. If you want to give me a “pick-me-up,” you know I appreciate daisies, sunflowers, red vines, hot tamales, text messages, and hand written letters. (I’ll even send you my address!!!)

Be good! Especially you, Zoe:) I love you all.

- Sarah