Stand Ye in Holy Places.

This weekend was Stake Conference for my YSA stake. Unfortunately, I was unable to make it to the evening adult session on Saturday night, but I was able to attend the Sunday morning address. I am so glad I did. Instead of writing about it, I decided I want to share my notes exactly as I wrote them.

Sunday, March 10th


President Ford

Other places can become holy places.

“Beyond the temple the most sacred and holy places should be your dwelling places.”


President Fillmore

Just because we cannot see the danger, we minimize the warning that is given to us.

“You will not make a major mistake without first being warned by the prompting of the Holy Ghost.”

I hold the keys to unlock the prison doors from the inside.

Stand in places that we can listen to the Holy Ghost.

ACCEPT the Atonement.

Elder Munday

Calls are never convenient.

You know enough. The rest will come.

When we serve, the Lord goes before us. He will be on our right hand and on our left and He will bear us up.

I want to be on the Lord’s side.

If you’re good, they become good. And if you’re bad, likewise.

Some things you learn at school, and some things you only only learn from Heaven.


“It’s not too late for you to become that man.”

If someone ever accuses you of being a return missionary, I hope there is enough evidence to convict you.

You should only marry someone when the Spirit tells you it is right. (You can be selfish in this!!)

D&C 13-Oliver Cowdery
D&C 110-His description of the Savior

Difference between FORGIVENESS and PRIVILEGE.
124: “He may act in concert with my servant Joseph…” (HYRUM)

Never do anything in your life where you lose your privilege.

Never live below your privilege.

One word more important than any other world:

Try a little harder. Be a little better. Do a little more.

Some are a little bit of scatter-brained thoughts. Impressions I had of the Spirit rather than the direct quotations of the speakers. But uplifting and edifying, nonetheless.

The Church is true. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the one true way to salvation and eternal happiness. I’m so grateful for that beautiful, perfect plan that has been given to us. And I hope than anyone reading this knows of my testimony and my firm belief in a man who sacrificed everything for each and every one of Heavenly Father’s children who has and who ever will walk upon this earth; the man who suffered and died to provide away for our sins to be made clean. Jesus Christ is my Savior, and He is yours. I am so blessed to know that and to be able to share that with those around me.

Godspeed, friends. Happy Sunday.

Stand Ye in Holy Places.

The Natural Order.

When I was little, I was positive that the desire to run home and cry because I was “being left out” would disappear once I was older. If I was a dishonest person, I could tell you that this is exactly what happened. But I’m not, so I can’t. Being left out happens. Some things that I (as well as many others, I’m sure) have felt left out of in the past year have been: relationships, marriage, missions, plans, hang outs, dinner groups, family, common ideas, friend groups, internships, getting good grades, and so much more. But it happens.

Being quite frank, I have felt out a lot this year. I was an adjustment to move from a ward where I knew EVERYONE to ward where I knew NO ONE, as it always is. But it was different this year when that status didn’t change in 48 hours like it had in the year previous. In fact, it didn’t even really change for months. I knew my roommates. I knew a few people in my relief society, and the 8 guys I had met and become friends with in the ward.

When I was growing up, and all the way through high school, there was a peculiar phenomenon that would happen. I realized I am really good at making friends initially. I can make friends quickly, genuinely, and have a lot of fun with them. That goes along all fine and dandy for a while and then there is a breaking point. Either I would introduce those friends with some of my other friends, the two groups would merge and leave me behind, or I would just get kind of forgotten as everyone became good friends without me.

That was hard, but since I turned around and made other friends fairly quickly, it was never too paralyzing. Just mostly a bummer.

That happened to me even some this year. Friends outside of my ward from other areas of life would hang out with me for a little while, we’d meet some new people, and I’d become the forgotten friend. To be totally honest, I have been so incredibly busy this semester and last semester that it hasn’t had a huge effect, but still just made me feel kind of.. off.

But, I FINALLY feel like I’m needed in my ward. I got a new calling that has given me the opportunity to get to know so many more people. I started making friends with a select few that are really involved. And I’m starting to feel known, welcome, and wanted.

My friends, that is one of the most priceless feelings. Feeling wanted. Feeling cared about. Feeling needed.

And whether it comes right away, or far later down the road, it is most definitely worth waiting for.

The Natural Order.

Men’s Hearts Shall Fail Them.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts recently. I’ve had a lot of stories and things to share about. And I may do that soon, if I find the time and I feel like it’s important. But right now, I just want to share this. Because it touched me so deeply, and I know it can do the same for others as well.

Thank goodness for this blessed Gospel. How grateful I am for the knowledge I have.

Men’s Hearts Shall Fail Them.

Nighttime Nostalgia.

Nostalgia seems to be the only word that even comes close to describing the state of being I find myself in some nights. It’s neither bad nor good, and that’s what’s so strange about it. Nostalgia is supposed to mean something along the lines of “pleasant remembrances,” but that’s what’s so intriguing about it; you recall happy or joyful memories or experiences, or look to good things you desire, and in some ways that makes you feel a longing for those things. It’s almost a sense of wistfulness about you because of the truly remarkable things in this life, and the two emotions seem to clash in a way. In my mind, that’s what the word “nostalgia” is describing–that meeting point between two conflicting emotions.

Sometimes it’s more the happy remembrances, and sometimes it’s more the insatiable longings for them, but it’s always a combination.

Nostalgia is beautiful. It’s something I’ve learned to appreciate because it makes me feel very alive, in a sense. The fact that I have the capability to feel such a complex emotion really fascinates me and puts how incredible my human mind is and, as a result, how blessed I am in perspective. Human beings are peculiar creatures, and I’m so glad that I’m one of them.

Nighttime Nostalgia.

Bed of Roses.

Being nineteen and from Provo, Utah, and having attended BYU, it’s pretty safe to say that it’s expected that the great majority of my friends of the male persuasion are currently serving missions for the LDS Church. Those of you who know me already know that it’s often a topic of conversation. And those of you who don’t know me already… Well, you’ve been warned.

One of my best friends from my freshman year at BYU, Davis, sent me a letter last week. After relaying some of the details of his current area, as well as reflecting on some of the memories from last school year, he said, “Some days I really miss BYU and good old Freshman Year and wish I could be there. But other days I never want to leave here. The mission is like a bed of roses. It’s beautiful when you step back and look at it, but when you’re in it, boy can you feel the thorns.”

I have been thinking about that last part ever since I read it. How true that is. When I think back to different experiences and times in my life (high school, for example), I have such great memories and perceptions of those times. When I really think about it, though, it was hard. No part of this life is easy. Some parts just aren’t as hard as others. But that’s the beauty of it–we can look at it from a different perspective, and see it for all its magnitude and beauty.

Things aren’t easy. They’re never going to be. We’re gonna go over bumps, and collect a few thorns in our sides along the way, but that will make the end ever sweeter.

Guys, there’s some gosh darn gorgeous roses in the world! Go find yours.

Bed of Roses.