Thursday, October 27, 2011

Who Let the Cows Out?


    I'm sure when I say "Who let the dogs out" there is a good chance you think of that song from the Baha Men back in the early 2000's. Weird Al soon did a parody called "Who let the cows out." That's about the time my parents bought our property and the cows that came along with it. One of the new things we got to experience was the horror when somebody left the gate open to the pasture. I don't know how many times we had to rescue the cows who were playing chicken with cars on our road. We soon realized the need to double check that the gate was closed because the cows were quick to discover any mistake.
    After a few years of trying to get a garden going we decided that we needed to build a fence to keep out the deer and cows from eating all the plants. It took a few months and lots of work. About 50 post-holes and posts were set. Several hundred feet of fencing was strung. A few set backs happened, like when digging one of the corner post holes we hit the main water line to our house. But we finally had it done. About half an acre was completely surrounded with a 12 foot fence. Nothing could get to our garden... Well that's what we thought.
    One day that spring I went out and found 4 of our cows munching on the fresh grass and plants inside the the garden. By the time I got them chased out it was too late. Our garden that we had spent many hours working on was destroyed simply because somebody had forgotten to close the gate.
    Many people are the same way. We go to church, we read our scriptures, we say our prayers, and we serve others. We put in so much time and effort trying to build our fences but then leave many gates wide open. Bad music, video games, TV shows, movies, books, and countless other things can let Satan into our lives and hinder our spiritual growth. Are you leaving any open? You better double check.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

God is no Fair-Weather Fan

    Alright. So as missionaries we don't watch T.V. or anything of that sort which means we pretty much say goodbye to sports for these two years on our missions. But people still talk about them. When I tell them where I'm from and what school I go to some people are all too quick to bag on my teams, especially since some of them have not had the best seasons recently. Some people would give up and say they are fans of other teams that are actually winning. We like to call them bandwagon fans. Every team has them. I remember back in 2005 when the Astros made a run for the world series. Last year everybody was always talking about BYU's Jimmer Fredette and the awesome
season they were enjoying in Provo. Games were hard to get tickets to. But for some teams, the tickets were about as valuable as toilet paper. Good thing God doesn't work like that. No matter what, God loves all of us. If we mess up, we can always count on him being there for us. It's pretty cool.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hey Hoser, You're Going the Wrong Way!


The area left of the red line was where we covered.

   So on June 6, 2009, yours truly graduated from high school. Quite a few kids spent the next few weeks enjoying their newly found "freedom." But for me, two days later I started working as a pest control technician. I was an exterminator. Sounds exciting right? Well I actually did get some fun stories from it, but now is not the time to share. Anyways, with the office I worked from, we covered the western side of Houston and I was expected to get anywhere in that area. So I bought a GPS.
    That thing was great, but I did get frustrated with it sometimes. It took me to where I needed to go and if I was going the wrong way it let me know. I once let my brother borrow it and when I got it back, it started talking like a Canadian. (Don't get me wrong, I do love Canadians. My grandma is from there.) I turned the wrong way and it said "Hey hoser, you're going the wrong way!" Also, one time I heard it moo. It caught my attention so I looked at it and it showed that I was speeding. 
    It was a lot like my scriptures I have, except my scriptures are in older English, not Canadian. Whenever I read them I can receive answers as to where I'm supposed to be going. I can also get a reminder of what I'm not supposed to be doing, like when I was speeding. It didn't always work like I wanted it to, sometimes it took me on a route that I thought was pointless. Overall though it really helped me get where I was going and get a good paycheck. The scriptures are a little bit better. The directions they give us are reliable.    


Friday, October 14, 2011

The Tree of Blue Bell?

     I must say, Texas is great. There are countless reasons why I say that but right now I'm just going to focus on one of them. Blue Bell ice cream. The original creamery is located in Brenham, Texas which is only about an hour north of Houston. This stuff is the best. In fact its so good that George Bush had it shipped to the white house. I did some checking and you can have it sent to you too.
    In the Book of Mormon there is a story about the Tree of Life. It symbolically represents our life here on Earth. In Lehi's dream, he was faithful and was able to experience the fruit from the tree of life. The path was not easy but he prevailed. He said: 
And as I partook of the fruit thereof it filled my soul with exceedingly great joy; wherefore, I began to be desirous that my family should partake of it also; for I knew that it was desirable above all other fruit. (1 Nephi 8:12)
Lehi wanted his family to experience it as well, but sadly two of his sons would not stay on the path. They had to choose that for themselves.
    The whole story reminds me of Blue Bell. I always want to share it with others, but because of its limited availability it is only available in certain southern states. Unless people drive or fly the long, sometimes very boring drive, distance from wherever they are at to a store that sells Blue Bell, they will never be able to experience it.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

What a Smart Donkey


    I saw this on facebook and thought I would share. One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for ...hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
    He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
    A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
    As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
    Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
   
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