this might seem creepy, cheesy and weird for non-religious people out there, just sayin. 

So I’ve been struggling with some personal issues lately, and without doing anything wrong and still following the commandments, I’ve had problems feeling the spirit. I’ve prayed and read my favorite scriptures, but I have still felt empty, frustrated and depressed. Usually the gospel and all that “spiritual stuff” helps me lift the weight that I always carry around off my shoulders for a while, but the past couple of days nothing has helped, like nothing at all. I don’t even know why, which is something that really frustrates me because I know that the church is true and that I’m trying my best to be a good member and person. 

Anyways, while sitting in church today I decided to text one of the missionaries and ask him for advice, and if it meant that I was doing something wrong. He’s a really good person to talk to - he knows about every single one of my “inner demons” to use such a fancy way to put it, and every stupid little thing that I do, but he never judges me, he always has something to say and he’s just a really good person to talk to. (and since he got transferred two weeks ago I kinda have to bother him with texts, haha)  Like always what he said was really supporting - but suddenly, while texting him back, completely out of the blue I was hit by this wall of warmth and love (sounds cheesy as heck, but yeah) and it was really strong and almost overwhelming. 

This weird little experience kind of gave me hope that even in my darkest days I’ll see light, and no matter how wrecked I’m feeling I’m not going back to where I once were because I now have something to keep me going. 

What a lovely sunday-post, eh? (: Just felt like sharing it