Starving for the word

In the past few weeks, Gospel Doctrine has been difficult for me. I've sat in class each week, feeling my frustration mount. We have a very knowledgeable teacher, however, he seems more intent on getting through the lesson and explaining the historical background than discussing the doctrine in any depth or in discussing how this doctrine can apply to our lives. This may sound odd, but everytime we breeze past a point that I am dying to discuss, I have this feeling of being cheated.

This isn't the first unsatisfying Sunday School class I've ever attended, but it is the first time I've ever had these kinds of feelings about it. After pondering this for a while, I think I've finally come up with the reason why.

In the past, I've been fairly active with my personal scripture study. However, for the past year and a half, it has been almost nonexistent. I think that unsatisfying sunday school lessons didn't bother me before, because it wasn't my only source for gospel enrichment. What I didn't get from church, I got on my own. However, since I have let that study time slide, my only scriptual nourishment comes on Sunday. Basically, I am starving myself of the word all week, and when I come to church and find no meat for me, I feel teased and ultimately let down.

So the answer to my frustation is not better sunday school lessons. I am not the only person in the class, and perhaps other members have needs that are being satisfied by the way it is being taught. Instead, the answer is to rededicate myself to my personal study.

Moral Absolutes at School

1. Writing graffitti in my classroom is evil.
2. Stealing the mouse ball from one of my computers is evil.
3. Making fun of a mentally challenged student is evil.
4. Putting your gum between the pages of a reading book is evil.
5. Stealing my emergency candy from the bottom drawer of my desk when I have a substitute is evil.

Who am I?

No, this isn't some philosophical post about my role in this world. I just though it might be a good idea to introduce myself.

I am a 33 year old recently (almost one year!) married woman. I grew up in California, graduated from BYU, served a mission in Minnesota, and in one month will be moving to Forney, Texas. I teach high school English, and hope to eventually get my masters in teaching reading.

My husband and I are avid game players, including board games and video games. Right now we are addicted to playing Brain Age on our DS.

Do you hear the whispers?

I hear them. Whispers have surrounded me as long as I can remember. They sound like my parents, my friends, my enemies and my fears. They tell me I am wonderful, and special and worthy of greatness. They tell me I am horrible and stupid and worthy of ridicule. I'm not sure what this blog will be about exactly, but I do know that it will be a part of my neverending goal, to block out the whisperings of the world, and focus on the one that comes from God and proclaims "glory, and salvation, and honor, and immortality and eternal life; kingdoms, principalities, and powers!"