The Golden Grahams

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I am the One who dreams . I take a look at my present and say to myself, "That's great, but it's not enough." I thank God for the outpouring of love in my life. Yet, I yearn and seek for the ultimate manifestation of love that I may give someday. I am the One who aches . When you stop to think and look and just sit and take in all that is the pain and stress you feel is in your life, I am right there, looking and sitting and thinking and wishing that I could have a chance at your trial. I am the One who wonders . You're right, I don't know what it's like. I have no idea what it's like. How could I? I've not yet experienced it. Will I love it? Will I hate it? Will I know what to do when the time comes? Will it bring all the happiness that I have romanticized that it would? Will I still get to be Me? I am the One who tries . You say it's a burden to have this life. I try to see your perspective. Others seem to be blessed while I r

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements ,and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?' Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! 'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied. The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is

Titles matter. Titles establish roles and responsibilities. Titles also credit respect and authority to recognize certain achievements. Titles distinguish one person from another. We go through life holding many titles. I was born a Daughter and a Sister. For years I was a Center-Midfielder in soccer. I was a Teammate. For 15+ years I was a Student. Now I am a Teacher and a Mentor. But there is one title I wish so desperately to hold. I have been able to push it to the back of my mind for many months now. I'm not sure if it was desensitization or simply being in denial, but I have been able to focus on other things. In lieu of the upcoming holiday, that title has now been forced again to the front of my mind. That title is Mother . This month officially marks two years of wanting that title and knowing I would have to wait to get it. I don't want to be ungrateful, so yes, I am truly grateful and indebted to my own mother. I honestly don't know how she manag

Well so much has happened since the start of the year.  I graduated from BYUH on December 15, 2013. After that Josh and I prepared to move out of TVA and that's exactly what we did on December 30th.  Originally my mom had told us about this new house she was in the process of purchasing in Pearl City and told us that the deal would most likely be finalized by the end of December. Well, the end of December came, we stuck to our check out date despite the fact that the house in Pearl City had not been finalized, so we put the majority of our things in the garage of the new house and kept our suitcases of clothes with us at my moms house where we were going to stay just for a week - or so we thought. Meanwhile, I had gotten hired at Mililani Waena Elementary school to teach fifth grade. So while we were staying at my moms house, in a tent, I started my teaching career. That was stressful.  In addition to that, Josh and I had the prompting a month or two before that he needed to quit h

I spent most of this weekend brooding about my broken dreams. Actually, I don't want to make it sound like my weekend was horrible. It wasn't. But when I get carried away in my thoughts, I can easily turn molehills into mountains if you know what I mean. This is where I am so grateful for my husband. While I was crying and whining about my "broken dreams," I was reminded of one of the greatest dreams I've ever had, that has come true, and remains true each and every day. The dream I am referring to, was falling in love with someone who loves me just as equally. Falling in love with someone who values my happiness so much that he will continue to serve me even when I don't feel like I deserve to be served. Having the absolute privilege to be sealed, for time and all eternity, to this amazing guy who makes me so happy. This is a dream that has come true for me, and serves as a testimony of my Savior's love for me as well. And I should never, ever