VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER ELEVEN

Your favorite sixth gear soldier here,

How are we all doing? Did you know that not all dogs go to heaven? I'm pretty sure there's a special place in terrestrial dog kingdom for pit bulls. You know how God says he will give mercy to the merciful? Yeah, pit bulls are perhaps the most merciless creatures on the planet-- second only to shih-tzus. It's all fun and games until one is required to pull out the seventh gear in an attempted escape from the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. But anyways, we had a great week! I have a testimony of street ball and increased understanding of our divine identity, and a little tighter slacks-- I can't wait to tell y'all about it in the VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER ELEVEN.

I testify that promptings are pure inspiration from heaven.

Even if that pure inspiration is to cross some ankles in street ball.

Every morning as missionaries, we have the opportunity to petition for the Lord's help in our day. I strongly recommend this practice; counseling with the Lord in all our doings not only allows us to see his hand more openly throughout our day, but it also permits his help, power, and spirit to protect and direct us as we do his work. I find that more promptings come when we are enlisted in the service of others.

One particular morning this week, we were talking with God and calling upon his omnipotence to reveal unto us His will. As the words were exiting my mouth, I felt a simultaneous thought throbbing in my brain, "check the greenhouse from 5:00-6:00." How...specific? And the beauty of it is, God knew that I knew what the "greenhouse" was. Sure, there are a lot of greenhouses in Vicksburg... but he had previously prepared me to notice one in particular, as we were contacting one day, and decided today, was the day to capitalize on those observations. I was so excited. I don't know about you guys, maybe it's missionary nerd in me, but I get absolutely stoked out of my mind to follow a prompting. Promptings are investments from the Lord. An endowment of trust. And these investments yield eternal increase when we follow them.

The Lord likes specifics. If you notice, he not only told us where to go, but what time to be there. Do we realize that God literally knows everything? For missionaries: he knows where the elect are, he knows their days off, he knows what questions they have, he knows when their families are home, he knows where they live, he prepares them, he softens their hearts, and he'll lead you to them if you ask him the right questions. If a loving God knows all of this, who is to say that he won't, "give to them that asketh?" Seriously. Have you ever tried asking God, what TIME you could have a potential missionary opportunity? He knows everything. In his infinite wisdom, however, he gives us line upon line... precept upon precept... here a little, there a little... not because he can't give us everything, but because growth in mortality is an incremental process. He doesn't give us everything all at once because he cares more about our growth than our success. His success is our growth. And I testify that he will help you grow AND succeed as you supplicate for specifics through the spirit.

The time came. We didn't know what to expect quite honestly. Maybe, it was an elect family, totally prepared by the spirit, who was hiding from the truth because they knew not where to find it? Maybe it was a colony of Catholics or a battalion of Baptists with a desire to be baptized in the fullness of truth? Or maybe... just maybe... it was President Varner with a car for the Vicksburg Elders. Whatever it was, we were ready. As we approached the house, we noticed something that we definitely weren't expecting...

A savage game of street ball with the boys.

Did God really lead us all this way to dunk on some 12-year-olds? Well, we were about to find out. We started a game of 3 on 3, and once they realized, "white boys could ball" we began the fellowship. A few crossed ankles later, we were handing out pictures of the Savior and making a return appointment to, "hood up with the homeboys."

No, we didn't baptize a family, and no we didn't get a new car for the area; but we did follow a prompting. And that's what counts.

I eventually came to realize, "why" we were lead in such a specific direction as we went out proselyting the next day. It was the weekend, and naturally, it was prime proselyting time. First up on the day was to contact at one of the four apartments we had been visiting over the past week. When we arrived, to our great surprise, one of the boys we were, "balling" with recognized us and wanted to introduce us to all of his friends! Now, this man must've been one popular muchacho because my man had eight friends. We taught and invited them all to pray, left them with pictures of Jesus, and carried on our way to the appointment we had scheduled in that area. While we were teaching in the appointment, three little girls walked up and started listening to our message. After we were done, we asked what we could do to help them and they said, "we didn't get to hear the rest of the story about the 14-year-old boy; we want to hear his story." Soon after we began teaching them, three of THEIR friends started listening in and all wanted pamphlets to read on their own. In the course of an hour, we had taught 12 children.

But wait... THERE'S MORE.

When we biked over to the next apartment complex, we had intended to teach another lesson to one of our friends in the area... but guess who we see instead? That's right... MORE CHILDREN. They all gathered around and wanted to read our, "storybook" (Restoration pamphlet) and pray together. So we sat in a circle, took turns reading a paragraph each, and prayed after every principle to know if it was true. By the end of the day, we had shared the message of the restored Gospel with 19 of the Lord's elect.

The miracles of this day cause me to reflect on two things: a perspective with promptings and little children.

If we had never noticed the greenhouse while contacting, we would have never felt inspired to visit it. If we had never felt inspired to visit it from 5:00-6:00, we would've never crossed the ankles of that young man. If we had never crossed his ankles, he wouldn't have introduced us to all of his friends. If he hadn't introduced us to all of his friends, we would've never found the confidence to teach such a profound message to simple-minded children. And if we had never found the confidence to teach such a profound message to simple-minded children, we would've never made 19 new friends over the weekend.

Each prompting requires a bit of perspective; you never know what great things could come from following seemingly small spurts of inspiration. I would've never guessed how much good would have come from taking flight on an eight-inch hoop, but I know that God knew he could trust us because we were willing to do what it took to follow a prompting. And it's especially cool when that prompting leads to teaching some of the greatest among us; little children.

Which leads me to my next point-- as we taught them, I couldn't help but think about them and all of the Gospel parallels they represent.

We are little children.

You don't have to be below four feet and under the age of nine to be a little child.

It is actually one of our purposes in mortality to become "as a little child." And there is much we can learn about where we come from; both physically and spiritually. We were all literal little children once, and I would like to liken that development to our purpose in life. Sure, I haven't had kids, but I have been one. We all have. When we were little, there wasn't much we could do to provide for ourselves. We were dependent creatures by nature. Through experience, love, and time however, we began to be self-sufficient. We don't remember our first years, do we? That doesn't mean they didn't happen, and it certainly doesn't mean that no one was there to help us. We don't remember it, but we had a loving father and mother, perhaps some brothers and sisters, to help us along the way. Once we were grown enough to help ourselves, we could start remembering our adventures and begin to progress in life. Now, that didn't mean that the same father and mother and brothers and sisters couldn't help anymore, but now you could work together to help yourself and each other.

Every spirit of man was innocent in the beginning; and God having redeemed man from the fall, men became again, in their infant state, innocent before God

Similarly, we lived with a loving heavenly father and mother before this life. No, we don't remember it-- but that doesn't mean it didn't happen or that no one was there to help us. We were all, and still are, children of God. We can't really help ourselves-- at least not at first. We need divine assistance from two perfect parents, and the succor and salvation of a loving Savior. Though we may feel like now that we have grown in the Gospel we don't require as much help, we are still little children. That's what we always have been and what we always will be. No matter how grown up you might be, you can always call your mom and dad and they will be there to help you. In the same way, no matter how much you know about the Gospel, you can still call upon God and Christ and they will be there to bless you.

God wants us to be what we are; whenever we think we are learned and stray away from our childlike nature, we begin to distance ourselves from Him. You see that a lot today in the temporal sense... children who want to move out of the house as soon as possible, those who feel like they can live on their own... but we cannot live without God and we cannot live without our parents. Little children are, "an heritage unto the Lord." The reason God wants us to be LIKE little children is because that is what we are-- and when we forget that, we stop progressing towards what he wants us to become. The best thing you can be, is what you already are, and that is, a child of God.

You are a child of God. He is the father of your spirit. Spiritually you are of noble birth, the offspring of the King of Heaven. Fix that truth in your mind and hold to it. However many generations in your mortal ancestry, no matter what race or people you represent, the pedigree of your spirit can be written on a single line. You are a child of God!”

Now you may ask, "why should I want to be like a little child when I already enjoy being an adult?" I'm so glad you asked.

There are countless examples in the scriptures of the value and virtue of little children. Little children are, "whole." They are, "alive in Christ." Of such, they are the, "kingdom of heaven." When His disciples asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? … Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, and said, … Whosoever … shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me." To be as a little child is to be converted. Becoming as a little child helps us to remember to be humble and willing to, "submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon [us], even as a child doth submit to his father." And God is very protective over his children: of them he said, "But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

And one of my personal favorites...

"And little children also have eternal life."

Now I believe when the Lord was talking here, he didn't intend the sole interpretation of the exalted reality of those who have yet to reach the age of accountability.  I believe he was also giving us an idea of our divine potential. We are little children. Little children of God compared to our grandiose father in heaven. We [have within us] the potential for eternal life. No, it is not a guarantee, but it is in our capacity.

We fulfill the purposes of God when we are little children. Our Heavenly Father's ultimate goal is to enable us through experience to become like Him. Subsequently, it is only through being a child that we can become like the Father. The Father wouldn't ask us to do anything he wouldn't do himself. He achieved his stature through the Gospel of Jesus Christ! What the father can give us is easily given, but what the Father is must be obtained by ourselves. He can give us what he has- all the blessings the world and heaven have to offer- but he cannot give us what he is. That is why we have commandments, principles, and ordinances; so that through what he gives us, we can become as He is. We must use our blessings to achieve our divine potential! And what is the greatest thing the Father has given us? His son, Jesus Christ. So, we can conclude that in order to achieve the fullness of the father (to become as He is) we must use Jesus Christ (to use what he has given us). You fathers out there, you want your sons to become fathers too, don't you? So does our Heavenly Father. He wants us to receive all the he has and to be all that he is. This is our purpose as children of God- to become as the Father. And we do such by using what he has given us; his son, Jesus Christ.

This scripture illustrates it best:
The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
A personal experience I've had in my life has helped me to be changed by my realtionship with our Father in Heaven:

I will never forget those times where I would fall asleep on the couch as a child; I'm sure we've all done it. Perhaps you were watching a TV show, or the day's labor had exhausted your energy... whatever the reason, we've all knocked out on the comfort of a futon once or twice. Well, when I was little I remember drifiting off to slumber and into the bliss of a world full of dreams... and suddenly the next morning I would wake up in my bed. What is this phenomenon? Have I had superpowers and teleportation abilities all along? Every time I fell asleep downstairs I would magically be carried up the stairs and into my room; to wake up from a nice, peaceful sleep in the comfort of my cozy bed. Over time I realized, that I indeed was not a superhero, but in fact, a different superhero had been working behind the scenes all along. As I had fallen asleep in the awkward comfort of a couch cushion, a loving Father, MY loving father, would come downstairs to check up on me. Whether by prompting or sincere concern for well-being, he would check up on me and carry me in his strong, capable, loving arms up to my bed. Though he may have never known this, that act of love on his part, and trust on mine has wholly represented our relationship. The tender submission and confidence of a child and the unconditional love of a father. Whenever I was incapable of carrying on, he was always there to lift me up in his arms and to carry me to safety, peace, and comfort. Are you beginning to see the metaphor? Similarly, our Heavenly Father comes to us in our weakness and carries us in his arms and into his rest.

When you … see our Father,” Brigham Young described, “you will see a being with whom you have long been acquainted, and he will receive you into his arms, and you will be ready to fall into his embrace and kiss him.”

I can think of no more beautiful imagery. He is our father. And we are his little children.

In closing I wanted to share one final example-- that helps us both realize our nature as God's children, and the character of our loving Father. The Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ and another testament of God's love for each of us. As I have read its pages over and over again, I have understood more my purpose in life, and fine tuned my relationship with my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ. As I read these words, my heart was filled with the love of our Savior and the individual care he has for each of his brothers and sisters. I invite you all to read this account as the little child you are; that you may, understand more of God's love for you.

This is an excerpt taken from the 17th chapter of 3rd Nephi in the Book of Mormon:

Jesus “commanded that their little children should be brought.
“So they brought their little children and set them down upon the ground round about him, and Jesus stood in the midst; …
“He commanded the multitude that they should kneel down upon the ground.
“And it came to pass that when they had knelt upon the ground, Jesus groaned within himself, and said: Father, I am troubled because of the wickedness of the people of the house of Israel. …
“He himself also knelt upon the earth; and behold he prayed unto the Father, and the things which he prayed cannot be written, …
“And no tongue can speak, neither can there be written by any man, neither can the hearts of men conceive so great and marvelous things as [they] both saw and heard Jesus speak; …
“And they arose from the earth, and he said unto them: Blessed are ye because of your faith. And now behold, my joy is full.
“And when he had said these words, he wept, and the multitude bare record of it, and he took their little children, one by one, and blessed them, and prayed unto the Father for them.
“And when he had done this he wept again;
“And he … said unto them: Behold your little ones. …
“And they saw the heavens open, and they saw angels descending out of heaven as it were in the midst of fire; and they came down and encircled those little ones about, and they were encircled about with fire; and the angels did minister unto them”
My beloved brothers and sisters, for that is what you all are to me, and what we all for eachother, I want you to liken this scripture to yourselves. In the Saviors majestic ministry in your own personal life, he WILL take the time, he will invest himself in you, and come one by one to bless you with all that he has. You are an heritage unto him. You are a little child. And his blessings are upon you as you strive every day to become as Him and our father in Heaven; to inherit all that they have and to become all that they are.

Well y'all, morale of the story: be what you are to become and what He wants you to be-- oh and follow the promptings of the spirit! We have been so blessed here in Vicksburg to see many miracels; most of which this week have been through little children! I'd encourage you all to strengthen your testimony of your divine identity. To fine tune your relationship with your Heavenly Father and to strive to understand more of his character. He is a loving God, you are his child, and he wants nothing more than for you to be all that he is! Follow the promptings he gives you and I promise, progression will come! I know the Gospel has been restored to the Earth and I look forward to the day that gather together as little children, to receive all of the blessings that God has in store for us. Maybe it'll take a little bit of street ball, or maybe even a story time with 19 new friends... I know that whatever it is, he will take us up in his loving arms, that through Him and the Savior we might enter into his rest, as his little children. HAVE A GREAT WEEK Y'ALL! ELDER BOYD LOVES YOU!

From the littlest of children,
Elder Boyd 

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Something I love most about the Gospel is second chances. 

Oh, and the friendship eternal of Elder Sellers. 

Amid a life full of stumbling blocks and imperfection, we all are grateful for second chances. God expects us to stumble and struggle. He doesn't expect us to be perfect. That's why he provided a second chance for each and every one of us-- that second chance is Jesus Christ. Whenever we mess up, we can try again; because of Him. Whenever we feel like we're not enough, we can be enough; because of Him. He is our second chance. But just because he is our second chance doesn't mean he shouldn't be our first choice. 

At the end of the darkness, there will always be light. No matter how dark the day, the sun will always rise in the morning. And no matter how dark YOUR days, the son will always rise to the occasion to be the light you need and seek. We must understand this; if our lives and faith are centered in Jesus Christ and his restored Gospel, nothing can ever go permanently wrong. There is nothing you can do to prevent the sun from rising. You can never sink lower than the infinite light of Christs Atonement shines and you can never sin lower the infinite chances of Christ. The day dawn will always break and you can always be forgiven of your mistakes. 

No one is more on our side than the Savior. To become like Him will require countless second chances in our day-to-day struggles with the natural man-- but every dark day can be a beautiful day of peace and rest because of the second chances of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 

So make today a beautiful day, no matter how many chances it takes- embrace Christ and your mistakes will be swallowed up just as the day dawn breaks. 

#LBRMSingingSunday

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VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER TEN

Well top o' the morning to all lassies and laddies,

Your favorite Elder Leprechaun here. Any luck you experienced this weekend was probably on account of the Lord's mercy and infinite blessings. Fun fact: luck, in fact, is just another word for blessings. By that definition, we were very LUCKY this week and I hope the same for all y'all. So, kiss a blarney stone,  find the end of your rainbow, and grab a bowl of "blessing charms" cause we're about to enjoy a heel-clickin' good volume here in the VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER TEN. 

The reason we were so blessed is probably that we experienced so much opposition, yet again! Isn't opposition the best? 

We actually met with a public official this past week: the __________! We prepared for our appointment by studying Alma 18-- creative, right? We 'cleaned our stables', 'sliced some arms', and 'studied the scriptures' in preparation for our beckoning. _______summoned us to his court at 1:30-- and twenty-five minutes later we exited the summoning with greater respect for the divine identity of all of God's children. Even the greatest among us is a child of God. That knowledge makes every interaction more precious. I love our Father's plan-- and know that the Restoration on the Gospel is a message intended for everyone-- both old and young, both bond and free, both Elder and King. 

We also had a great experience, teaching in Spanish! A returned missionary helped us with the appointment and the Spirit was undeniable. The Gospel is true... in all languages! And from the words of the friend we were teaching himself, "I feel good when you teach in English and Spanish... the feeling is the same even when the words are different."

Its been quite the week! The bikes are still kicking, and thighs are still aching, and the Gospel is still true! 

Now that the logistical technicalities are out of the way...

Lets SPRING into the Spirit:

      In Nazareth, the narrow road,
That tires the feet and steals the breath,
Passes the place where once abode
The Carpenter of Nazareth.
And up and down the dusty way
The village folk would often wend;
And on the bench, beside Him, lay
Their broken things for Him to mend.
The maiden with the doll she broke,
The woman with the broken chair,
The man with broken plough, or yoke,
Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”
And each received the thing he sought,
In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll;
The broken thing which each had brought
Returned again a perfect whole.
So, up the hill the long years through,
With heavy step and wistful eye,
The burdened souls their way pursue,
Uttering each the plaintive cry:
“O Carpenter of Nazareth,
This heart, that’s broken past repair,
This life, that’s shattered nigh to death,
Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”
And by His kind and ready hand,
His own sweet life is woven through
Our broken lives, until they stand
A New Creation—“all things new.”
“The shattered [substance] of [the] heart,
Desire, ambition, hope, and faith,
Mould Thou into the perfect part,
O, Carpenter of Nazareth!”

I imagined a vision of sorts regarding the journey of mortality after I read this poem and it went something like this: 

Imagine a simple fragment. A part of a whole. A piece of something greater. Imagine that fragment... is you. 

You've just begun your journey in mortality. With a great big world before you, the possibilities are endless. As far as you can remember, this is the beginning. An opportunity to learn, to grow, to develop, and to become. You look around and see fragments, just like you! Some more complete than others, with pieces of different shapes and sizes. You want to be JUST like them! You want to be complete, you want to be whole, you want to collect all of your pieces! And so, the journey of mortality begins: 

So, as all fragments do, you take your first steps at experiencing life, hoping that maybe you'll find yourself along the way. 
What am I apart of? What is my purpose? What is the plan? In an effort to understand who you are and why you are here, you decide the best and only option... is to try!

Through experience, you learn a little more about yourself and the journey you are on.. There is a pattern to become more complete.  One time you helped another piece [cross the road] and suddenly a man appeared with another part of you. As the two pieces joined together you felt a greater sense of who you are and why you're here. You felt more motivated to help your fellow pieces to become more complete! On the contrary, however, after you cut in front of another piece in the line, one of your pieces fell off and disappeared. Devastated, you retreated to a quiet place, and with godly sorrow apologized for the very act you committed. As if by some miracle, your sorrow is simultaneously replaced with joy as the same man appears with the missing piece! You are moved by this man's compassion: "I am so undeserving of such mercy" you think. However, this very act of kindness inspires you throughout your life to be and to do good to earn your way to completion! 

Eventually, through the good times and the bad, you begin to fulfill your purpose-- you are becoming something! With each piece and each righteous deed, you begin to see who you really are! As you continue to apologize for the bad and embrace the good, you begin to take the form of the very man in charge of the pieces! The pattern of this life proves to be rewarding as you discover true joy; to be yourself and to become what you are intended to become by helping others along the way! 

Towards the end of your life, you realize-- there's just one piece left! There is one piece left between you and the fullness of your mortality! Determined, you venture to do everything in your power to earn that final piece. Helping others left and right, avoiding transgression at every cost, you serve more than you've ever served before! Waiting for the man to come, your love for your fellow pieces intensifies-- this is perhaps the best you've ever been! One...piece... left! For days and weeks on end, you dedicate your life to the service of others; anything to earn that final piece! The other pieces look at you as an exemplar-- for your kindness and love you are awarded friendship and family and love and happiness. What once was the purpose of earning another piece... has now turned into the great satisfaction of ministering to others! You MUST be close now-- one...piece...more. And just when it seems like you can't serve anymore... 

You die. 

Right there. 

Your spirit separates from your body; still missing the piece. 

WHERE. WAS. THE. MAN? 

In your moment of greatest need, he wasn't there. Feelings of frustration, regret, anger, disappointment... they all race through your mind. Was there more I could do? Was there something I didn't apologize for? What did I do wrong? 

Dejected, you float there and reflect on your journey. Suddenly, as if by some magical power, you begin to ascend high above the world you were placed on. What you thought was the end... was only the beginning. As you rise higher and higher, you pass concourses of completed pieces. Your friends and family-- all their holes filled. You begin to notice, you're surrounded by those who were with you in the world-- but as completed versions of themselves! Everyone seems so... happy. So content. So... complete. 

Your ascension has taken its course. And here you are-- stopped at the beginning of a great and spacious hallway. Figuring this where you're meant to be, you anxiously walk towards the end. You see, a personage. The shape of a man. He's holding something. As you inch closer... you begin to recognize his face. It's the same man from the world down below! He motions for you to come closer... and in that recognizably soft and tender voice of his he says, "come unto me and be perfected." It is then that you notice,  in his hands is your missing piece. You embrace. And as your tears soak his shoulder he whispers, "let us go down and finish what you started." Together you descend to the world you'd loved before and place the final piece in your incomplete collection of fragments. Suddenly, you take upon yourself the very form of the man with all the pieces. You've become like Him. Together you ascend and join your family and friends. All complete, you live in a state of never-ending happiness, having completed your journey in mortality. Forever grateful to the man who holds the pieces-- and who helped you become who you always wanted to be.  

A simple fragment, a piece of something greater-- and that something greater,  is you. 

This is all a metaphor for mortality. As made quite evident through the story, we are fragments! The fragment is you... literally. We all come down to Earth broken and incomplete. We, of ourselves, are just a piece a greater whole. We realize more of who we are and what we can become when we serve others and obey the gospel of Jesus Christ. We become more ourselves when we forget who we are and focus on what we can become through service and obedience. When we sin, we separate ourselves from who we truly are and from God. We distance ourselves from divinity and our divine identity. God has promised, however, that as often as we repent, he will fix our broken pieces and make us whole. As we continue to serve and to love, we become more of what God needs us to be. Jesus Christ is the peacekeeper-- or should I say... the "peace-maker." There is only true peace in Christ and we can only find our true, "pieces" in Him as well. He comes to us with the completion of forgiveness in reward for our diligence and repentance. He has proved his credentials through his sacrifice to fix our broken pieces. He might have been bruised, broken, and torn for us... but because of Him- no bruise, break, or tear ever need be permanent because he has overcome them all! He rushes to our aid with blessings whenever we do good, and with forgiveness whenever we apologize for doing bad. However, despite all of our best efforts in this life, we cannot attain completion nor perfection here. Perfection is in Christ-- and it is only after this life that he can fill us in with the final piece. The peace of the resurrection! And it is then, at that moment, that we shall dwell in the mansions that are prepared for us in heaven above, in a state of never-ending happiness, in our perfect families, and with our perfect peacemaker! This life is a time for men to realize... that they are broken. They are apart of something so much greater than they even realize. We may be fragments-- but through Him, we can be made whole, perfect, and complete. 

I think we all have those weeks where we feel a little broken-- and I think God does that on purpose. Naturally, we all need fixing. But we in our imperfect states, don't realize we need to be mended until we are obviously broken. The best way our Heavenly Father has found to help his children to access the fullness of the blessings of his son's sacrifice, is to challenge them. To try them. To give them opposition and hard times. It is then, in our brokenness and in our greatest need, that we realize we can't do it alone. We don't realize we need help until we're helpless. And our loving, "one by one" God is always there to provide the blessings we need for our spiritual healing. His son has all the missing pieces-- we just need to realize we are incomplete to be perfected.  

We felt a little broken this week. The opposition continued, but so did the blessings of the Lord. If you're having a bad week... or bad week[s]... prepare for a blessing... or many blessing[s]. Whenever an appointment fell through,  we were able to see a miracle in opposition. When one door slams another opens! 

My dearest friends, I love this Gospel. I love being a small fragment in the work of the Lord. I am humbled by my brokenness and recognize the greatest need for the peacemaker himself. I know that this Gospel is in the only way that we can discover who we really are! The Father has a great plan for all of his precious pieces and we each individually fit together to complete and fulfill all his purposes. This life is the time for men to... be a fragment! Perfection doesn't come in this life-- he holds the final piece. So be patient with your pieces, and embrace your journey here in mortality! I love you all so dearly. And the GREATEST shoutout to my beloved Sister for starting HER journey this Wednesday. Sister Boyd finna enroll in the Lord's University. I couldn't be more proud. LOVE YA XELA! And ELDER BOYD LOVES THE REST OF Y'ALL! HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!

From an incomplete fragment, trying every day to be more complete

Fragment (Elder) Boyd

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Xela, my literal sister in Zion.
Ill love you forever. And I know that the blessings of God will be upon you as you earnestly labor in his service. You will play an irreplaceable part in the building up of his Kingdom as you comfort the weary and strengthen the weak.
I couldnt ask for a better sister. And I know that Texas couldn't ask for a better sister either. You will be a blessing in the lives of so many others-- like you have been a blessing in mine.
In the words of Ammon, "I can only say the smallest part of what I feel." But in the greatest way, I wish the Lord's choicest blessings of success, safety, and love to be upon you as you serve Him and the people of the South.
Luck be to Texas for the matchless gift of sister Xela Boyd. My sister in Zion.

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VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER NINE

If you're having one of those dark, dark days...
It's okay. I want you to know that you're not alone. We all have dark days. But it isn't so much our knowledge of darkness that helps us through our bad days... but our knowledge of light. Our knowledge of Christ. As missionaries, we are offering light. We aren't just sharing another, "message about Jesus Christ" we are sharing a message of radiance for your dark days. You don't have to dwell in darkness! There is hope and light within you... a LOT of it-- but even more than that, there is so much more in Christ. We are chasers of darkness, bearers of truth, and standards unto the nation. Remember this next time you're having one of those dark days: you know light. Use that knowledge to make your day bright! I know, very motivational Elder Boyd, but we had a monumental week over here in the altitude of Mississippi-- so without further introduction and with a whole lot of LIGHT, I present VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER NINE. 

Now, what was one of our dark days you might ask? 

March 7th. 

Remember the day and remember the name. Probably one of the hardest... but also one of the most experiential days of growth on my mission. I testify that joy and pain can coexist in the Gospel of Jesus Christ and that bad days DO come to an end. Faith will triumph and in the midst of difficulties lies our greatest opportunities for growth. Now, let me tell you about a very special day in my mission; one that I will never forget and one my future family will forever thank God for-- March 7th. 

As most days of opposition do, the morning was great. In fact, the morning was ALSO unlike none I had ever experienced in my full-time missionary service. As some of you followers may know, we have been preparing for a baptism here in Vicksburg for a long time! This ward, in fact, hasn't witnessed this great ordinance through the fellowship of their congregation in over a year; so you can imagine their excitement when someone prepared was willing to enter into a covenant with God. That morning, members had been texting us left and right asking what they could do to be of help in the service. It was incredible! Our ward mission representative reached out to US about organizing the special service. Asking us to retrieve talks from the members, to find witnesses before Sunday, and to organize everything according to the needs of him who was being baptized. I was SO thrilled-- the spirit overcame me with such joy and gratitude for this blessed ward we have been privileged to serve. In fact, in the midst of companionship study, I started, "prophesying" to Elder Sellers about the joys of effective missionary work; bearing my testimony about the words of President Hinckley regarding this great apostolic service... "Everyone who is familiar with this work knows there is a better way. That way is through the members of the church." I testify that the excitement is real for missionaries who help the members; not the other way around. Anyways, YES, the joy was exceeding and we were both very excited for the following weekend-- that is until the phone rang again that morning. And this time, it was the man being baptized.

You know, as missionaries we understand that the FIRST prompting is from God and the SECOND prompting is always from Satan. This inspires the urgency to be, "first-responders" to the promptings of the Spirit. T'was the case in the difference between the FIRST call and the SECOND one. The first words set the pace for the rest of the day-- "I can't do this." For those of you who don't remember, the man we've been helping prepare to be baptized has been overcoming some lifelong addictions in preparation to choose Christ. Something VERY HARD to do-- very hard. And we've been asking him to do hard things in return for great and eternal blessings. Well, in our excitement we weren't expecting what he had to say. The difference between expectation and reality. We were expecting him to say he had been keeping the Word of Wisdom, but he was calling to tell us he couldn't do it anymore. We were expecting him to say he could do all things with Christ, who strengtheneth him, but he was calling to say that it was all too much for him and Christ. Despite our attempts at comfort, consolation, and motivation-- he couldn't handle it. We decided to be bold with him and said that if he didn't believe that he could do it, he wouldn't be able to do it. It didn't matter if we believed or the ward believed or EVEN if God believed... if he didn't believe in himself, he wouldn't be able to do it. It was in that moment that the candle of his conversion seemed to flicker... and then he hung up. 

The darkness settled in. The room of our relationship was held a'bright by the little light of hope we had that he would be able to yolk himself with the power of God to overcome his struggles. And with that little light gone... everything seemed so dark. The thoughts of our failed attempts seemed to echo through the hallway of our regrets. If there was ever a moment to drop to one's knees-- it was then. With humble hearts, we knelt before the Father and pleaded for divine guidance; acknowledging that now we knew as Moses did... that, "man is nothing." We cried out for his omnipotent help-- that maybe, just maybe, the fire of the Gospel could grace the wick of faith; that his desire and strength may be rekindled through the mercy of the Light of the World himself. Just then, the phone rang again...

"Oh Elder, this is going to be one of those stories where the missionaries plead for help and God provided at the moment that hope seemed all but lost! God answers prayers Elder!" Our joy was full to see that he was calling back. This time, we had a new script: maybe we could just read the Book of Mormon with him? Take him back to that moment where he knew the Gospel was true! A GREAT idea! So, with an invigorated purpose and gladness in our voices... we answered the phone. 

"Hello, we just wanted to apologize if we stressed you out-- it wasn't our intent. We really love you and want to help you and we know that it is only through the Gospel of Jesus Christ that you can receive the love and help you deserve. Can we just come by this afternoon and read the Book of Mormon with you?" 

The response reverberated like the intensity of a squadron of stampeding gazelle, 

"I don't want anything to do with your church anymore. Goodbye."

And he hung up again. 

I must've held that phone for another five minutes after the call ceased. If the dark could get darker, it did. If the cold could get colder, it was. Where did we go wrong? What could we have done differently? The criticism raced like the gazelle the response was delivered in. The hope of God's light seemed to dim just as it had before; as if by some divine opposition someone yanked the switch down to the lowest option. We prayed some more. Sat in silence. And just wondered, as we all do when times get tough, "why?" 

Thankfully, there were studies. I read about the spiritual gift of faith and the dynamic trio of faith, hope, charity, and love. With Christ, we can do anything-- we just need faith in his purposes and his timing. It was the "spiritual pep-talk" I needed. So, we went out with compartmentalized fear and the gift of faith to tackle the rest of our day. To make things short, we had planned to visit the rest of our progressing people. Granted, they were a great distance away, but maybe this was the opposition of joy God had in store in return for our sorrow?? So, we biked the distance... to be canceled on... three times. Scheduled appointments: canceled. Fifteen miles: biked. Thighs: exhausted. Could this day get any better? We thought, "tracting, there is always hope in tracting." Well, nobody answered that evening. We biked home, ate our dinner, and my knees hit the floor just as they did in humble supplication that morning. I was in one of those positions you hear about in the "Mormon Messages"-- where was the miracle? God seemed more quiet than usual, or maybe I just wasn't listening as intently. I wouldn't call it a "faith-crisis" because I knew I had something to learn; just, what exactly? 03/07/2019. It wasn't until much pondering and the next morning later that the revelation flowed like mercy river. If I had ever required a personal experience to answer, "why bad things happen to good people" this was the one. There is a great education to be found in opposition-- failure is the tutor to success. Now, let me tell you what I learned to make March 7th one of the best days of my mission.

Vicksburg has been a prison-temple of sorts for me. Like the prophet Joseph Smith in liberty jail, some of the greatest opposition and revelation have come through the hills of the mighty Vicksburg. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger-- and what doesn't exhaust your thighs will improve your spirituality. Seriously, some of the best work of my mission has been here in Mississippi. No, we haven't seen the most results, but to define success as conversion-- we have seen MUCH of it here! So, WHY March 7th?

I can now testify with authenticity my beloved friends, that bad thing must happen to good people, that the refiner's fire must be hot, and that we must suffer if we are to achieve our potential as sons and daughters of God. These thoughts and more swirled in my head as I sat in silence the following morning. How can we in mortality expect to become like Christ, if we don't go through hard times? How can I expect to fully represent the Savior if I don't suffer in my Gethsemane? Why should I be trying to be like Jesus, if I'm not willing to have a bad day? That's the key, my friends! Life is NOT easy nor fair! I wasn't for Him and it certainly won't be for us...but because he suffered alone, we don't have to. You see, Christ didn't have a Savior. He didn't have someone there with him to take away his pains and his sorrow, and to overcome them so he didn't have to. He didn't have a best friend who knew his pain and could comfort him in his grief. I don't have to bleed from every pore. I don't have to die on Calvary's cross. I can, however, experience rejection and opposition. I can be canceled on and despised of men. I can have bad days and I CAN struggle. If it wasn't easy for Him, why should it be easy for us? March 7th is a compliment, truly. God, in his loving mercy, was willing to allow me to suffer so that I would be permitted to grow. He, in his infinite love, allowed me to have a bad day so that I could appreciate the good ones. Sure, some things in life aren't fair for normal people... but we are not normal people. We are disciples of Jesus Christ-- and if we are expected to represent Him, it should also be expected of us to suffer some small thing of what he suffered for us.  

A lot of missionaries put up a facade that they don't have struggles. But I will be the first one to tell you, I am imperfect and I struggle. To say we don't is to deny ourselves a complete representation of the Savior; cause he had his struggles too. We all do. President Eyring put it this way, "if you treat everyone as if they're going through a crisis of some sort, you'll most likely be right."

We as missionaries, potentially more than anyone, experience the extremity of the tactics of Satan; we are the ones who offer, on behalf of the Savior, the antidote for the adversary and the cure for contention. Satan hates us. He hates this work. So he puts everything he has onto us-- every day is a portion of Gethsemane for a missionary to walk the paths of the Savior. 

Every morning I pray for the blessing and responsibility and opportunity of magnifying my calling as a disciple of Christ. I guess I never considered that the very true magnification of the calling that I loved so dearly, was to have those dark days. Was to BE hung up on. Was to be rejected and left alone. Sometimes we underestimate what it takes to be like Christ-- to be perfect doesn't mean to only have good days. 

I didn't want my mission to be easy. I am just humbled to be suffering something of what he suffered. We cannot become like Christ without difficulty. My life hadn't been easy, so why should full-time service and suffering for the Lord be easy? If anything it should be harder. If it was harder for him it should be harder for me. 

I would never have thought this way without March 7th. The true sign of a true disciple of Jesus Christ isn't in the victories-- but in how we deal with our defeats. He who comes off conqueror will find that he has to battle every single day. God knew this day would happen. And he knew the revelation that would follow. God has a perfect perspective, remember, so we can always trust that if he puts us to it, he'll bring us through it. So, to you all I ask, what is your March 7th? What are your prison-temples? What are your greatest moments of pain... and subsequent joy? I promise that whatever they may be, they are for your experience and for your good. All of your Book of Mormon heroes, our bible favorites, and your modern day role models... have their bad days too. We all do. But its what we do with our bad days that makes us great.  

To quote President Varner, "nothing will be too hard for you to handle because you have biked the hills in Mississippi." And I testify to you lovely people that NOTHING will be too hard for you because you know darkness... but more than darkness... you know light. So use that light to cast away the darkness, to radiate with confidence, and to make March 7th the best day for your life.

...and the GREAT news about all of this, is that we DID find success this week! We became more converted to the fullness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, we became more like Him, and we found some new people to teach along the way. As we were proselyting in various apartment complexes around Vicksburg we were lead to people who really needed the Savior in their lives. One even said, "y'all let me tell you how good God is" as she proceeded to testify of the miraculous timing between us knocking on her door and her getting terminated from her job. The Lord is only willing to use us if we are willing to be tried; both of which we experienced first-hand this week!

Y'all I testify that bad days are good. I am so grateful that God was loving enough to let me struggle this week, so I could develop this perspective and learn and grow as I have. I know I don't say it enough in these emails, but I know that the Gospel has been restored. I know this is the only true and living church on the face of the Earth. This church is TRUE- and that knowledge means so much to me-- in fact, it means EVERYTHING to me. 

The common theme of this week... the church is true-- and because of that, we will suffer. We must suffer for the name of Christ if we expect ourselves to be true Christians! SO, for all of you out there, whether you're in darkness or not... look for the light. I promise it is there. It illuminates with the pure love of Christ, who is always there. Pray for those March 7th's-- they'll change you into what God needs you to be! So yes, if you're having one of those dark, dark days... it's okay. It's okay. HAVE A GREAT WEEK Y'ALL. ELDER BOYD LOVES YOU!!

From a chaser of darkness himself,

Elder Boyd

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VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER EIGHT

Do you ever just want to spank Satan?

Sometimes, in the hills of our life, Satan purposefully puts our bikes of mortality in the eighth gear going uphill. And JUST when we think we've come out on top, he puts us in the first gear on the downslope-- and it seems like we just can't effectively get anywhere we want to go. However, for the sake of this analogy, we must remember that we never bike alone. Surely, our foot may be pedaling on the right side, but the Savior is certainly chugging along with us on the left. Sure, we might be in the eighth gear, but biking uphill is much easier when you have a cycling companion; especially when that companion is perfect... and with resurrected leg strength! He eases the burdens that are placed upon our thighs-- he turns an eighth gear enigma into a first gear miracle! He is pedaling with us-- and no matter how difficult Satan tries to make those hills, the Savior has suffered thigh expenditure to enable us to go where no mortal thigh can go. THIS IS REAL. Especially when biking isn't just a metaphor. :) Satan is real but more importantly, so is Jesus. And we learned that firsthand this week... SO, without further ado, we enjoy a colder, but just as blessed, edition of the VICKSBURG VOLUMES: CHAPTER EIGHT. 

It's cold here, but the Gospel is true so I can't complain. As a matter of fact, we have found great warmth through the companionship of the Spirit! I testify that the influence of the spirit is irreplaceable to us as missionaries-- allow me to tell you one of the cooler experiences that happened to us this week.

Preach My Gospel encourages us to remember:
Learn to rely on the Spirit to show you where to go, what to do, and what to say.
And we are promised that a sure fruit of a successful missionary is one who, "
[Lives] so that [they] can receive and know how to follow the Spirit, who will show you where to go, what to do, and what to say.

It is a direct assurance from him whose work this is that he will, "go before [our faces]" and prepare the work before us. I stand as a witness that this preparatory promise is real; especially when it comes to the labors of long-winded legs in the hills of Vicksburg. I testify that Jesus Christ walks the vineyards of Vicksburg, that this is His work, and that we have experienced firsthand this week the miracle of his divine preparation. 

We were biking to an appointment, in a casual fifth gear, when suddenly as we were topping one of the many hills of the day, I felt undeniably prompted to check up on one of our people we were passing by on the way. As the prophet Joseph received in a revelation regarding unplanned opportunities, I too didn't want to, " move swiftly . . . whilst the inhabitants on either side are perishing in unbelief." This is one of my greatest fears as a missionary: to miss out on a prompting or an opportunity to share the Gospel. Thankfully, that day I was a first responder, and together we (me and Elder Sellers) ventured to fulfill this prompting. It wasn't ten seconds after we hooked up our bikes that I realized we weren't there for that appointment-- rather, God had scheduled another visit for us, and we were just in a position to make it on time. It was then that I saw a young couple moving some heavy furniture and before I could say a word, the Spirit had already articulated what I needed to say, 

Now, remember the Spirit will not only help us know where to go but also what to do and what to say. Before I recognized the situation as a divine design I had already offered our help and had my pasty arms wrapped around a futon. No sooner than I gripped the furniture did the man holler up to his wife, "HONEY, GOD HAS SENT US TWO FINE GENTLEMAN TO HELP." This family was not only familiar with the church but to quote the husband, "we were looking for a gospel to focuses on joy." IS THAT NOT THE TRUE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST? President Varner basically inhales, "joy" and exhales, "miracles" so we were prepared to testify of the joyous blessings and miracles of the restored Gospel. We made a follow-up appointment to teach his wife and their five kids-- and thanked God that evening that our repentance was sufficient to receive the promptings of the Lord. This couple was prepared by the Lord, and I am so grateful that they didn't miss out on an opportunity to receive the restored Gospel. I learned a bit about one of my best friends that day... the Spirit should be our favorite companion

This man recognized our, "coincidence" in being there as nothing short of divine design. Coincidence is just God's way of remaining anonymous. You'll find a direct correlation between your qualifications for the companionship of the spirit and the coincidences in your life-- if the Holy Ghost is the will of God then to submit to the will of the Lord is to qualify for the spirit. 

It was a huge compliment to be blessed with this opportunity-- as it should always be when we are found partakers of the divine design. When we are living worthily God will entrust us to be his hands and feet on the Earth. When we tune in our spiritual frequencies to the wavelength of the Lord, he will guide our paths and prepare the way before us. 

This week we also experienced something very common in daily life as an Elder: opposition. The circumstances of this week allowed me to reflect on the doctrine behind this eternal principle and the positive benefits it can have in our life? "Positive opposition?" Why yes, random citizen-- yes, indeed. 


Presenting: ELDER BOYD'S DISCOURSE ON OPPOSITION. 

One of the people we have been teaching lately has been struggling to overcome some addictions he's had for a while. He experienced a few slaps from Satan this week as he has been preparing for baptism, and ultimately succumbed to the promptings of Satan. Pre- Elder Boyd, would have mourned and lamented at such a relapse. However, in the mercy of a loving Heavenly Father and with an eternal perspective, I have been able to see the great blessings that follow enduring through weakness and the reality of opposition! Not only has this man, through this experience, learned to appreciate the doctrine of the Atonement of Christ, but he is now more converted than ever as he has used this moment of weakness to become stronger through the grace of the Savior. THIS, ladies and gentleman, is the reason we have opposition... and the very reason for this discourse. 

I'll start with a scripture...

11. For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my firstborn in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one; wherefore, if it should be one body it must needs remain as dead, having no life neither death, nor corruption nor incorruption, happiness nor misery, neither sense nor insensibility.12.  Wherefore, it must needs have been created for a thing of naught; wherefore there would have been no purpose in the end of its creation. Wherefore, this thing must needs destroy the wisdom of God and his eternal purposes, and also the power, and the mercy, and the justice of God.

We see opposition in everything in our daily lives. As followers of the gospel, the origin of this great principle dates back to before time was even relevant. In the days of Adam and Eve, our first father and mother enabled us to be a fallen people. They fell, that we might be, and through that fall, we experience opposition... and joy. Do you like being happy? Then you like opposition. Do you appreciate the blessings of the Gospel? Well, then you appreciate opposition. Do you relish in those days that aren't so tough or those times where you feel better about yourself? Then you are a firsthand lover of the effects of opposition. Opposition isn't often a negative consequence. We often forget that in order to appreciate joy, we must experience sorrow-- and all the same with all the opposites of mortality. Our loving Heavenly Father knew this and provided the ultimate opposition to contention; Jesus Christ. I am a firm believer that because there is a "compound in one" any opposition we experience is preparatory to great blessings contingent upon our endurance! God permits Satan because he understands this relationship perfectly. As a matter of fact, though this may sound weird...

We must acquire a testimony of Satan, in order to fully appreciate Christ. I personally have a testimony that the adversary is very real. If he was in Gethsemane with Jesus, he will surely be in our, "Gethsemane" too. In our moments of greatest pain, temptation, and affliction... he is there. As the Father of all lies, he fulfills his purpose when he prevents the fulfillment of ours. His plan of sorrow is to convince us that the Savior isn't enough. Sure, sometimes we feel like we're not enough... that we are past the effects of grace-- but nothing hurts the Savior more than when we think or act like HE is not enough and neither is His grace. That is where Satan gets his power-- when we deny ourselves the influence of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Satan himself can do nothing to prevent the love of the Savior-- it is only when we use our agency to hold ourselves exempt that he gets the upper hand. The Savior might, "go before our face" but the devil will do everything in his power to outrun the Redeemer. As a matter of fact, there are some people, who come unto Satan with all their heavy burdens, hoping to find rest. There is no rest in his slimy hands and once we find ourselves in his grasp, we'll find those burdens we surrendered... heavier. That is the opposition: Jesus lightens our load, Satan increases it. Satan knows your name and calls you by your sin, but Jesus knows your sin and calls you by your name. The Savior welcomes us with open arms into an embrace of eternal mercy and joy, while Satan drags us down with the hands of imitation into the pits of endless misery and woe. God stills you, Satan rushes you. God leads you, Satan pushes you. God reassures you, Satan frightens you. You get the point? One of my favorite things about the Book of Mormon is that it exposes the tactics of Satan. That's why one of the best things we can do to help the people we teach recognize the source of contention, is to invite them to read the Book of Mormon. I encourage you all, if you haven't, to gain a testimony of Satan! Understand his influence in your life, the patterns he uses to persuade you and use the spirit of discernment to determine the difference between him and God. I promise that as you do, you will appreciate the Savior and his hand more in your life. 

Opposition is necessary, it is real, and if we use an eternal perspective and use it correctly... it can be for our ultimate benefit. If you feel like you're struggling; take heart. There are great blessings ahead for those who are optimistic about opposition!

Well y'all, I think that'll be it for this week. We worked really hard and didn't see too many results... so I'm hopeful for the opposition that is in store for us this week! The weather has been quite frigid; so I guess I'll be praying extra hard to qualify for the spirit and that, "warmth of bosom." I hope you all have a warm week; physically and spiritually! Do everything you can to seek the influence of the spirit in your life! Depend upon the preparation of God and follow promptings with confidence to align with his will! The most precious relationship we have is that with the Godhead; so don't give the Holy Ghost the cold shoulder and invite him over every night for a comforting study session. Embrace opposition! Strengthen your testimony of Satan and the Savior and pray diligently for the gift of discerning between the two! The Lord is anxious to bless us in so many ways and I testify that he does so through... opposition! HAVE A GREAT WEEK Y'ALL! ELDER BOYD LOVES YOU! 

From a Satan spanker himself,

Elder Boyd  

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I love this hymn and the sweet message it delivers; we need the Savior every hour.
Not just in hours of need-- but every hour, should be an hour to get on our knees.
I NEED thee every hour:
One of the most important things we can do is communicate with our Heavenly Father.
Our Heavenly Father delights to bless his children. Prayer doesnt prepare the greater work, it IS the greater work. We shouldnt just, "want" the influence of God- but instead we should develop a constant, "need" of the gracious Lord and his tender voice. It should require something of great desire and action to, "seek this Jesus."
I need thee EVERY hour:
To quote President Kimball,
If prayer is only a spasmodic cry at the time of crisis, then it is utterly selfish, and we come to think of God as a repairman or a service agency to help us only in our emergencies. We should remember the Most High day and night—always—not only at times when all other assistance has failed and we desperately need help”
The arrival of a typhoon is no time to dust off the gift of the Holy Ghost and figure out how to use it. We need the Holy Spirit as our guide in calm waters so His voice will be unmistakable to us in the fiercest storm.
In short, let us practice consistent intimacy with the Lord as we seek his blessings and come unto Him not just in times of trial, but in times of thanks. Not just in moments of struggle, but also those moments of strength. It is my promise that as we learn to talk with God and to NEED him, we will be receptive to revelation, sensitive to the spirit, and beyond blessed as his children.
Truly, every hour is an hour of need for the Savior.



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