Practice What You Teach

How can I be enough? I've asked many times before You tell me I have strength, But my weakness is so much more I'm reserved, shy, and impatient And prone to self-doubt too These weaknesses stand in the way Of what I know I should do My mistakes, my missteps are many Falling short I will always be I strive daily to give my best But it is not enough you see How can I be enough? I plead, eyes filled with tears My Savior answers me with love To silence all my fears I look upon your weakness And I am filled with love You see, weaknesses help you remember That true strength comes from above Of course your mistakes are many But I get to watch you grow Step by step you have come so far Though we have so far to go I wish for you to remember That within, you have my light As you follow in my footsteps It will grow ever so bright Your strengths are gifts from above That I have made a part of you Ask in faith, I'...

    One of my favorite scriptures from the Book of Mormon is Ether 12:27. I've loved this scripture for a long time, but this week it took on a whole new meaning for me. It reads: "And if men come unto me, I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them."     I've always been a very reserved and sensitive person. In my mind, these have always been two of my most glaring weaknesses. I've always wanted to become that person who can walk into a room filled with people and make everyone feel like a best friend. Instead, I walk into a room filled with people, and feel instantly overwhelmed. I've always wanted to be the person that can shake things off, truly embrace imperfection, and just move on. Instead, my mind goes in relentless circles...

    Yesterday we had the privilege of celebrating my Grandpa Freeman's 93 year long life. The highlight of the services for me was the graveside service. My grandpa bravely enlisted in the Navy at age 17 and fought in World War II, so he received military honors proceeding his burial at Quantico National Cemetary. It was incredibly moving to witness the bugler playing "Taps" as the American flag sat draped over the casket. It was a beautiful testament to a lifelong example of bravery, courage, and persevering against all odds.       Grandpa was one of those rare individuals that constantly radiated pure joy. His smile lit up every room he was in, and his laugh could fill any space. His larger than life personality and his zest for simply living drew people in. He loved nothing more than to make others laugh. I remember anytime he would come over to our house, my sisters and I would sit around him in awe as he explained to us that his hearing aids actually ...