Believing

It is a long and hard road to travel. The last week and a half has been one of much spiritual growth. My dad gave me a book to read, Stephen Robinson's Believing Christ. To be truly honest, I have a hard time reading literature of a spiritual nature because a person's spirituality is individual and, beyond that, personal. Essentially, I find some of the literature to be "hokey" or not relatable because I am too distracted by the fact that someone else is telling me about the nature of God & my religion. It turns me off; I don't like being told how it is. I feel like my testimony is constantly evolving. It regresses and progresses because it is a part of our soul and spirit, both of which I believe to be living things. All that aside, I approached this book differently. And what I got from it was worth more than the time it took to read.

My heart was hurting and weak from my lackadaisical approach to my spirituality for at least the last year. I was looking for something to bring me comfort and understanding to counter the weight of my burdens I had inflicted upon myself. What I found was greater than that. I found hope and a renewed understanding of the Atonement and of my Savior. There has been a tremendous change in my heart already because of the hope that this book showed to me. I know it sounds strange to ramble on about my spirituality, I get it. Spirituality is, like I said, personal. That's why I will keep this short. But for those of you whom I am close to, who have been looking out for me for the last little while, know that I am feeling better. So much better. But I still have a long way to go; this journey is only just beginning.