An Abiding Conviction

I have been a blogging since I was eleven years old. My blog has been an online journal and quick way to document some fun life events. My first posts were pretty darn silly, and pretty darn bad. Heck, even my recent ones are not college or quality material. However, I was looking through some scrapbooks my mom made today and I felt almost literal waves of nostalgia as I flipped through the pages. The memories were suddenly fresh. And they were demanding. Dozens of emotions were starkly epitomized by photos and captions, made bittersweet with time. Nostalgia has a way of making everything seem good. Longing seems to be a natural feeling when remembering. It's bitter because it's over. It will never be the same again. And it is difficult to reconcile who you were, with who you are now.

So is the person I am now a person that has been constantly molded and evolved into the one typing this right this second? Or am I a compilation of millions of mes that resurface from time to time and influence how the current me lives? 

I know that deep down I know the answer, and it can't be explained with words, or danced on stage, or expressed in any physical way. There is no way someone can be described or understood through any earthly means. 

I lately have this happen quite often ^^

I think deeply about a philosophical question or idea. I sometimes write some incoherent sentences about it. Then I come to a conclusion through gospel doctrine. And I remember my testimony and can explain everything through gospel truths. I am then so very grateful for the gospel in my life to answer questions and dispel doubt or confusion. My testimony is strengthened as I realize the power, hope, infinite love, celestial truth, and life-changing message of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 

EVERY TIME. This happens every time.

The gospel is not for the blind or the foolish or the gullible. The gospel is light. You can not find the truth in the dark. 

However much I love to delve into the philosophical, mysterious, emotional side of living and writing, the gospel is at the center of my beliefs. It is the center of my life, my love, my faith, my action. The gospel is everything and its power is infinite.

Heavenly Father does not ask us to take other's words for it. He invites and desires us to come unto Him individually, to gain a personal knowledge and testimony of His reality. Of His love, of His plan, and of His Son. Ask God.
James 1:5    -If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.