Coasting on the Sabbath

I was reading in 1 Nephi 10: 19, where it talks about diligently seeking to know the mysteries of God, and that doesn't necessarily mean that I'll receive some crazy revelations that are unknown to man, but more so personal revelation given to me through the Holy Ghost.  As I read that, I thought about my Patriarchal blessing and how that is something that God has reveled to me personally and so I had an increased desire to study it this week.  I made a copy of it, and really went through marking it up, referencing to scriptures and studying each individual line and I honestly can't even express to you how much I've learned as I have done that.  I feel like I'm really coming to better understand who my father in heaven has designed me to be and he's given me clear direction in becoming that person.  I encourage you to do the same and let me know how it goes.  I can assure you that you won't be disappointed in the results.

At women's conference I felt Gods love for me so strongly and more than anything, I felt so much peace.  I felt like God was letting me know that he's proud of me and it felt so good.  It's so easy to be hard on myself because I'm so imperfect and inadequate and constantly focusing on the things I need to change (which is how it should be) but I guess it's just been a slap in the face being a missionary because it's not really about me at all.  I fall so short of being the teacher and disciple that Christ was and as I am trying to help these people, that is the thing that I most yearn for.  I so often find myself wondering what Christ would say if he were sitting next to me teaching these people?  Anyways, it was a good reassurance and reminder that I'm doing my best and that's what matters because Christ has already made up the rest. 

So I'll let you in on a completely necessary event that happened this week, just to maybe give you a little laugh. Yesterday (Sunday) we're pulling out of the parking lot of the church, heading to our dinner appointment that is 17 miles away and our gas light comes on and just that day in Sunday school, we learned about keeping the Sabbath day holy and how we should avoid even the littlest things such as filling up our gas tank to devote that day entirely to the Lord.  Well Sister Hatch and I looked at each other and laughed, said a prayer, and coasted basically the entire way there and back, (and not even kidding about all the way there.  the cars behind us seemed to be a little bit aggravated at the sped we were going) but we made it to all of our other destinations throughout the day.  I feel like God has a pretty good sense of humor and I'm sure he was giggling just as much as we were yesterday.

Mom, I love you.  I wish you could even comprehend how much I appreciate you.  Thanks for all that you do for me