Welp, fast forward to Sunday night and I'm dreaming about how wonderful life could potentially have been if I lived in the time of Rebekah and Isaac. Next thing you know, I'm there. All the sudden I am completely stressing out that my husband will be displeased he ended up with me because I am not as charitable as Rebekah and not as feminine as her. (feminine? That's my own take on it. I am much more liberal than Rebekah and I guess I equate submissive to feminine.) Anyway.... I woke up around 4am in a complete stress. That's the second time this week I've been stressed about my dreams so much it has woken me up.
Before I went to bed I was reading in Daniel 6 and contemplating the statements there. The presidents and princes couldn't find a single fault against Daniel. Not one! How awesome would it be to be so righteous that someone would have to forbid me to pray to find a "fault" in me. Don't get me wrong... I'm not envious he was thrown in a lion's den... but I think he was a pretty awesome example.
My first year of seminary we covered the old testament. I remember sister aldous declaring that there was more drugs, sex, war, and rock and roll in this book that most people realized. It's true. They are great stories, but more than that it is a great teaching and learning tool. One that testifies of Christ and a Heavenly Father and supreme creator. Don't get me wrong, I love the Book of Mormon and think it is completely necessary, but the Old Testament pretty much rocks, even if it has incredibly horrendous grammar.
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