Sometimes the Lord gives us interesting trials to help us learn important lessons. This week I have been blessed to have a nasty bacterial infection all across the bottom half of my face. Dry skin peeling from your face is not the most attractive feature a person can have. During this time I observed the people around me. And their reactions were priceless.
What shall we give to the Babe in the manger? What shall we offer the Child in the stall?
Incense and spices and gold we’ve aplenty, are these the gifts of the King of us all?
“Self-inflicted gunshot wound leaves a town in mourning as a vivacious little girl leaves this earth just a little too soon.” This was the third or fourth story of suicide in recent years that has come from my home town. It left me pondering many questions. Why would she do that? How can her family cope? Why did she not know how much she was loved? Could I have said or done something, or reached out at the right time?
Within less than a week I had gone from becoming engaged to becoming single. It seemed as though I had experienced every emotion possible within that short amount of time. I think there are times like these in each of our lives when things go differently than we would have planned. Some of those times the trials are caused by others, and some of those times we are actually choosing those trials for ourselves through our actions. Through it all there are lessons to learn that we can gain in no other way. As the Lord told Joseph Smith, “All these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.”
“What if we lived each day as if the promised blessings we seek were already granted?” This question from a friend has truly caused my mind to ponder and I have come to one very important conclusion. God really, actually does want us to be happy. However obvious this lesson might seem, it has made all of the difference in my life.
It’s funny how your whole life you can look around at other people and notice their struggles with addiction so easily. One family member struggled with drugs. Another alcohol. Some friends struggled with pornography and others were addicted to video games. I would watch them, and worry for them. Yet the whole time I failed to realize my own addiction. It wasn’t until I was recovering that it all clicked in my head.