Doing the Dailys

I should be in bed, but I'm not. Some days life is too perfect to stay up late. As if staying up late would tarnish a perfect day. Right now is not one of those days. This is one of those moments where I look for a reason to be happy. I found it. Staring out my window I see the temple. Im going to miss this view. The first time I saw this view was on move in day. I then had plans for this to be the perfect semester, but each difficult class seemed to be followed by a snowstorm and laced with feelings of lonliness and a lack of fulfillment. Sacrament meeting after sacrament meeting seemingly empty promises were made of rewards to the faithful, of comfort to the humble, and of blessings for the deserving. I found myself asking where I lacked. I wondered if I had not been sufficiently humble, or if I was not grateful enough to be blessed. I pondered these questions week after week. My much needed answer arrived in pieces. Part arrived in letters from friends. Another part arrived in new people I found. It finally finished arriving this weekend in a book mom bought me at Deseret Book. It is called "Broken Things to Mend" by Jeffrey R Holland. "Every time we reach out, however feebly, for Him, we discover He has been anxiously trying to reach us. So we step, we strive, we seek and we never yield." He was there all along. The promises were waiting, the blessings were available, the hopes were answerable but yet my hand lay dormant. I ran around for months aimlessly trying to find the hop on my own. I had served a mission and thus I knew where happiness lie. I had tried to give it to so many people that I forgot the simple keys of how to find it personally. As they said in sacrament meeting today, happiness is found in doing "the dailys." (Church, Scriptures, Prayer)