Sunday, August 7, 2016

So I haven't written in a long while.... so I'm a gonna start again. I found a friends blog and stalked it like a creepy person and then I came to the conclusion... I like blogs. Soooo here I go again.
Shout out to the 36 page views in URUGUAY today. That was pretty cool. Oh and one person in Russia who read my blog. You're cool too. And will probably never see this. Oh well. haha. 
Sundays are my faaavvvvv... now what to write about. Let's start with all the tender mercies from God. Soooo 2 weeks ago (i know that's a while ago but be patient it's a good story) I was stressed-ish and everyone knows the perfect way to destress is to play spikeball. Actually a lot of people don't know that BUT they SHOULD because spikeball has been like life for me this summer. So I got some friends and went to play spikeball.

Spice Up Your Summer with Spikeball 
(Because this is basically us... minus the beach... and the sand... and the almost coordinating shirts and the stick looking thing sticking out of the guy in green's back that looks like the end of a tennis racket which come to think of it is probably just his belt... So basically us as I said.)

Aaaannnd as I was backing into my parking spot (my dad has already told me 90% of accidents are from backing, k i know and ill be better) i didn't see the car behind me due to them parking way closer to the curb than me and me only looking out of one mirror (k again I KNOW that's dumb but everyone is dumb sometimes ya hypocrites don't judge me ;) and i totally bumped into the car behind me and about started to cry. 
WELL tender mercy number uno: I get out of my car and for some bizarre reason my car is fine, their car doesn't look like it's been touched and I said about 8943879423087423 prayers of thanks. 
Don't worry I left a note still on the window shield, then played spikeball. An hour or so later I see one of my friends running by and he yells a hello and we say hello back. Then we finish playing spikeball. As we're heading out I see that the car behind me that I hit left and I don't have a return note on my car so I'm feeling home free! I started to laugh because I was like wouldn't that be funny if it was my friend that just ran by's car? hahahahahahah
Well it was. 
so TENDER MERCY number 2! If you're going to hit someones car, try to hit your friends, they tend to me more forgiving. Except don't hit your sarcastic friend's car like I did or they'll start to tell you their light wasn't working right and is crooked now and as you start to total costs in your head they'll tell you they were joking and you'll threaten them within an inch of their life. yup.  
But the moral of this story came from Church today, 
Elder Bednar shared this at his second time speaking in general conference:

This afternoon I want to describe and discuss a spiritual impression I received a few moments before I stepped to this pulpit during the Sunday morning session of general conference last October. Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf had just finished speaking and had declared his powerful witness of the Savior. Then we all stood together to sing the intermediate hymn that previously had been announced by President Gordon B. Hinckley. The intermediate hymn that morning was “Redeemer of Israel” (Hymns, no 6).
Now, the music for the various conference sessions had been determined many weeks before—and obviously long before my new call to serve. If, however, I had been invited to suggest an intermediate hymn for that particular session of the conference—a hymn that would have been both edifying and spiritually soothing for me and for the congregation before my first address in this Conference Center—I would have selected my favorite hymn, “Redeemer of Israel.” Tears filled my eyes as I stood with you to sing that stirring hymn of the Restoration.
Near the conclusion of the singing, to my mind came this verse from the Book of Mormon: “But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance” (1 Ne. 1:20).
My mind was drawn immediately to Nephi’s phrase “the tender mercies of the Lord,” and I knew in that very moment I was experiencing just such a tender mercy. A loving Savior was sending me a most personal and timely message of comfort and reassurance through a hymn selected weeks previously. Some may count this experience as simply a nice coincidence, but I testify that the tender mercies of the Lord are real and that they do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence. Often, the Lord’s timing of His tender mercies helps us to both discern and acknowledge them.
Picture master Oogway telling master Shifu 
"There are no coincidences."
Speaking of... President Monson said the same thing! I'm feeling a whole the turtle is inspired by President Monson/President Kimball and Yoda theory coming on. 
Man I love this man... He is God's prophet. I have no doubts, because to doubt is a choice. It's when you allow fear to overcome a question you have. 
So here's your reminder that miracles are only miracles for man, for God they are His daily work. So NOTICE THEM ALREADY!!!