Lucifer Is A Homosexual.

It's amazing how much control you have over your life.

The last couple of weeks have been... strange. I wasn't myself, and I didn't like it.
I was confused, concerned, and just completely unsure about my future.
I had no desire to pursue my education and an even less desire to be a physical therapist.
All I wanted to do was be a college-drop-out and somehow get a job as a high school volleyball coach.
It was a horrible feeling going from LOVING school to not wanting to ever continue it ever again.

Meanwhile, I was active in my institute class and actually taking notes (first time in my life I have ever had the desire to take notes in a religious setting), saying my prayers daily, reading my scriptures daily (Brother Perry quoted his mission president one day. "If you fail to read from the standard works everyday, you will lose your spirituality." That's a scary thought.), etc, etc. So, in fewer words; I was doing what I was suppose to be doing already.

After a couple of hours revealing my frustrated/negative feelings about life to a friend and my habitual scripture reading, I had some revelation. Satan was trying to get to me. He was trying to confuse and frustrate me about something I already knew (it worked), he was trying to find ways to make me stop doing all the scripture readings/prayers sayings/religious attendances. Gay right? It was a wave of relief when I came to that realization.
This is what went through my head, "Joke's on you Satan."
I had a fire under my butt like I never had before. My readings have more meaning, my prayers have more heart.

By this point, I was a little bit more motivated for school and life in general, but not completely.
I didn't watch the General Relief Society Meeting live and therefore had to wait an extra 24 hours until it was released online. Right before I went to bed I finished it by listening to President Uchtdorf's talk. Those men and women are inspired.
It was what I needed to hear.

The next day was perfect. I woke up revamped. I was pumped for the day and my classes and to study. I felt light and there was not a trace of a negative thought going through my little mind. I was proud of the sketch I was drawing for my art class, I understood my physiology notes and had fun reading through the text book, I went for a great run, and to top it off, I got a hand-written letter in the mail from a friend.

It was a simple day, but it was awesome.

I have a check list and it is going swimmingly. I have the next couple of days all laid out hour by hour to keep me on track.

Is it conceited to say I think Satan is intimidated by me now?
The Lord knows us best. He knows what we need to hear and what we need to do.
Life is good and General Conference is this weekend.