Has the Book of Mormon changed my life?

This week the missionaries were joking with me about teaching the lesson for our weekly meeting.  And so after much consideration I went to lds.org and found an article that was in the Ensign back in 1992. It talked about how the Book of Mormon has changed their lives.  It was a really good article.  As I put together the lesson for the missionaries, thinking how can I teach the missionaries about the gospel that they don't already know. And so I choose to make it into a testimony building lesson.
But now the question in my life is how has the Book of Mormon changed my life?  I look back to when I was reading the Book of Mormon and I didn't have a life changing event while reading it for the first time.  I have been a member of my church since I was young, and even though I didn't read the Book of Mormon I have always had a testimony of it, that I know it is True and also another testimony of Jesus Christ.  But I can not say that the Book of Mormon has changed my life dramaticly.  Maybe it has changed my life, and I just haven't noticed it yet.  Maybe one day I will wake up and go oh yeah it has changed my life this way and that way. 

But right now I can say, I have read it, I understand it.  I know it IS another testament of Jesus Christ. That when Jesus died on the cross and was resurrected that he came to the Americas, and possibly to other countries and visited them and preached his gospel.  I know that the Nephites and the Lamanites lived and testified of the Christ.  I know that If you do not believe in the Book of Mormon, that if you open your heart to it and read with a sincere heart that you will come to know that it is true. That doesn't mean you have to become Mormon.  I know that the Book of Mormon CAN change lives, even if it didn't change mine right away. I bear my testimony of the Book of Mormon, in Christ's name....Amen.

http://lds.org/ensign/1992/10/by-faith-restored?lang=eng

This made me cry II

Today one of my friends posted this on facebook:

I was walking around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart!!
Just to let you know I cried too.

This made me cry

Her hair was up in a pony tail, Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, A man who wasn't there. 'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day.' The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. 'My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's al ways with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart' With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he is a U.S soldier And died just this past year When a roadside bomb hit his convoy And taught Amercian's to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mothers amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. 'I know you're with me Daddy,' To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.

-Author unknown

Pulled from Facebook.com

A Book That Peaked My Interest.

I am at a friends house watching it since they are away and kids are asleep. They have a book called
"the power of birthdays, stars, & numbers the complete personology reference guide
by saffi crawford and geraldine sullivan."
under my birth date it has your special someone section. Which says: for mental stimulation and love, you might want to begin looking for those born among the following date. Under that section is a soul mates section. And December 10th is under that. Yup that is Chango's birthday. Need to read more in this book!!

Hiding with in my home.

It has been two weeks since I have posted on my blog. Why is that I wonder.  I was just not in the mood to write.  I wasn't in the mood for much of anything these past two weeks.  I hid not only from my blog, but friends and family.  The only way you found me was by my posting on Facebook.  Some how I still seemed to get on fb and update my status.  Why is it that I was like that? I wasn't depresses, I wasn't sad, I just wanted to be alone and by myself cooped up in my house.  Even to go to work was work within its self. But the one thing that I do know is that my solitude helped me grow a tad closer to my Heavenly Father.  I was able to read from my scriptures more often.  Today, I have both mixed emotions.  I want to stay at home but yet I want to go and visit people. Well I guess I will just see how my day goes.  The one thing that I am looking forward to doing it talking on the phone with my Chango when he calls!!!

Bad mouthing a mom is not cool.

Today I was at a friends house and her oldest boy kind of ticked me off and I snapped at him just a tad. (And Friend if you are reading this I am sorry if I mad you upset when I did it.)  He was mouthing off to her, and back talking and I just couldn't stop my mouth from saying, "Why are you mouthing your mom like that? I wish I still had my mom." (or something on the lines like that, it just came out.)  I know he is a teenager and going through what the teenagers go through, but here he is around the age that I lost my mom and the way he was treating her that day just didn't sit right with me.  I wish I had my mom, so I can hold her and hug her.  To tell her I love her, just to see her everyday.  He gets that.  His mom has been ever so nice to him, from what I see when I am there, she doesn't require too much of him just to help around the house since he is of that age.  He is not treated like a slave like some moms do out there.  She doesn't raise her voice to them. When she does ask of them she says please and thank you.  So I see no need for him to back talk the way he was. 
I guess what I was really wanting was to take him aside and  tell him, "Look I was 12 years old when I lost my mom.  I would do anything and give anything to get her back.  Here you have a mom that loves you and does everything in her power to provide for you.  The way you talk back to her is uncalled for.  Just think what if today you spent your day the way you have been and tonight something happens to her and you loose her forever.  Think of how you would feel then. Think of how hurt you would be.  Think about that each and every time you back talk her.  Treat each day as if it was the last.  Yes some things may not seem fair to you, but she is teaching you life long lessons.  Cherish the time you have with her.  You are so lucky to have your mom, I wasn't she had to go to Heaven and help out up there."
But I just sat there and didn't say anything. It hurts to see kids not listen to their mom, they don't know how lucky they are that they have their mom.  Especially since that mom is kind and caring like my Friend. If only kids knew the pain I went through growing up without their mom, they would think differently on how they treat and act towards mom.

I love you mom, I will see you when my life has come to an end and we will be together forever!!!

my life is boring

At times I think I shouldn't blog/write. What do I do in my Life? I work, go home, sleep, and wake up the next day to do it all over agin. I wonder how can somebody be interested in my life? How can they stand to read about me?

Catching up.

Okay so lately I have been busy. Can't remember what the last entry was, but a few things happened. Quick run down of the week. Had an awsome time on sunday, have been reading my sciptures everyday, read mosiah ch 1-3 out of the book of mormon every day and each time it has taught me something different. Started a fast on thursday night until friday after 4:30 in preparation to recieve my patriarchal blessing. Friday was so spiritual for me!! Recieved my blessing friday. Got called into work. An now we are to today. Today I worked a full 13 hour shift. Boy at the end my body was tired. (its not used to working those type of shifts any more.). So here I am 1 am in the morning, needing to wake up at 8 no later than 8:30 to go to church. Tomorrow at church is fast and testimony meeting. The blessings that the lord has provided me have been great. And to be filled with the spirit and have the holy ghost manafest the truths unto me, what an awsome thing! Oh I forgot I wrote miguel, my cousin in prison. He has been reading the book of mormon. I wish all would open their minds and read it. Just to hear the testimony of the prophets of jesus christ. How they praised him, and believed in him. I read a journal entry I made back in 2000, boy what a lost soul I was back then. As I read the words which I spoke I felt that what I was reading wasnt from me. I felt like it was a different person who was speaking those words. Some journal entries I am not proud of and one journal I kept I am thinking of throwing it away, no burning it so those words will never be read again. What a lost soul I was. I thank the lord almighty for not giving up on me, his daughter. And I thank my heavenly brother, jesus christ, for loving me so much that he came to this world, suffered & died so all who believe upon him will have their sins forgiven and have eternal glory. I can not wait to be at the feet of my heavenly father and jesus to thank them for the great love they bestowed upon me. Their love never faultered! I love them with all my hear

I am so excited about tomorrow. I recieve my patriarchal blessing. today I have spent the day reading my scriptures, or at least it seems that way. I read mosiah chapters 1-3 again. I even found out how to become like a child, fully converted. In mosiah 3:19 it tells us. Just like I said the scriptures are like the Liahona and changes its message, this was one example. I have read that verse over and over everyday since sunday. So that has been 5 times that I have read it, and it wasn't until today that I understood the message. I just can't wait till tomorrow. Tonight I am going to start my fast and prayer. All day tomorrow I shall fast and pray. My apointment is at 4pm. After that I can give thanks and break my fast. I am so excited to see what the Lord has planned for me in this life and the life after. I just have to make sure I leave here to make it there on time. :)