miracles

Every day holds the possibility of a miracle.
Every minute the possibility of life is there.
Every second there is a breath.
Every breath we take, is a miracle.

keep your foot in the door

so. I dont know how im writing right now. but i am, so here goes.

Tonight as you know is the 16th of August. Yesterday, my father died. He fought; he fought till the very end. He was just fine all morning. He was very lucid; and he was talking to us. Well, my mom came in to the waiting room and told us that he was tired. He was sure of his choice. The Holy Ghost had come to him and said that it was okay to come home. All he kept saying was I'm sorry. He made the right decision I know, and he was okay to go home. That's where he is now. He's home, with his parents and friends and our Heavenly Father. I'm glad he's there. And I'm a little jealous.


Keep your foot in the door daddy.

Oh Well

You know, everything has been so crazy around here. I kind of don't feel bad that i haven't blogged. Don't get me wrong, i love to blog, but sometimes you just cant get to it. so, oh well.

I went on a pioneer trek recently and that may have been the coolest experience. My stake went to Martins Cove in Wyoming. (is that spelled wrong?) We were given journals to write in so we could record our thoughts and all that good stuff. Well, i had not written anything the whole trip till the bus ride home. Though i don't believe i will forget anything of this trip. I will admit, I had a hard time leaving home. I didn't know what would happen while Spencer and I were gone. I was afraid. It turned out that my dad did go back into the hospital while we were gone. I felt like I should have been there. I should have been there. But i realized, I was not meant to be home. My friend was having a hard time because a relative had passed away. They came to trek anyway. Well, they decided that they needed to come find me, thinking "sarah can help". At the same moment I was thinking that I ought to be home. I think that our Father was telling me that I was needed here. And i was.

So, for the past like four or five months, I have been telling my friends how much I want to be a knight. I'm sure they are quite sick of it by now. I don't know what it is. It's not the fame or anything like that. i think I'm more drawn to the actual hard work they had to go through; and their rules of chivalry. I don't know why it fascinates me so. It just does. Well, I had a thought the other day that just made me happy. My thought was that I really am a knight. I am a knight that serves the kingdom of God. I serve, fight, and protect my king. I am a knight; as are you.