Isn't tomorrow May?

So... I have a bone to pick with Heavenly Father! Tomorrow is May 1. Two days ago it was 70 outside. The grass is green, the birds are singing and my body is telling me that I should be warm. Well, Rexburg weather is not listening to all of the clues of spring. This morning it was about 30 outside with high winds (which here means it is about 10 or 20 degrees cooler) and it was snowing. That is breaking so many rules. K so they are only my rules, but I am a daughter of God and they should count for something. Yeah, I know what they count for. A big fat lesson on being happy with whatever the Lord gives you. I should learn His rules so I don't have to be taught them the hard way!!

Funny Isn't It!

Tonight I walked home by myself. They tell us as girls this is a bad idea. I have been walking home alone since I was little. I should listen to people, but something happens when I walk home at night. At home I live out of the city limits. There that means pretty close to the middle of nowhere. I started a habit there. The stars can be seen well walking up my road. So I started talking to them. Really I would talk to a lot of people. Mostly my Father in Heaven. I always felt He could really hear me out there. Maybe I just prayed better. I still have that habit and it came forth tonight. Though, tonight was different. As I came out of the parking lot between the girls dorms I looked up the road. Like always I was blessed to see the temple. This time I saw something new. As I looked towards the Temple it drew my gaze upward. I have never seen such a pillar. The thought crossed my mind,"Is the light going up from the Temple or is the light coming from Heaven." The answer is I don't know. I am happy not knowing, because no matter what the Light was good. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It engulfed me the whole way home. It brought my thoughts and talking to the sky back to talking with Father. All I know is He protected me and I was blessed to feel how wonderful this night was. I am going to be alright and I am finally learning how to change. I feel loved in so many ways!

I had forgotten how beautiful Montana is. Every time I leave this place for a while it feels like I am see great new wonders when I come back. Each mountain has her own story to tell. One of grace and adventure. As I come down into the plains I feel as though there is an appealing mystery. Each hill draws me on as I try to find out what they are hiding. People are right in saying that Montana is one of the last of the great frontiers.