Forever

This morning I went to the temple (for some reason I really wanted to put an s at the beginning of morning) any who. I love to see them temple, and going in is even better. I went to bed early last night, so I could wake up at 5:10. I woke up a little confused and then remembered why. Me and Emily got dressed and ready and walked outside. It was a cold, beautiful morning. I love the cold now (not snow cold, but jacket cold). Walking up to the temple I noticed there were little birds all over the temple, and Hannah said "they want to stay in holy places, too." Hannah is my Visiting Teaching companion, and I just love her. I believe she sees the good almost everyone and everything, yet doesn't try to be better than you! I wish I was more like that, however satan often controls my thoughts. Today we got to the temple, and us three were the first ones there. Besides the temple workers who got there at 3am (insane)! There is something really awesome about being the first ones at the temple, because even though the temple is always a quiet peaceful place, it was especially peaceful this morning. If I hadn't already finished my stressful science test, I'm pretty sure this temple trip would have calmed me. Okay so it was super peaceful till I got a bloody nose, then it was a little embarrassing. As the temple president was like "Are you alright?" I replied "Yeah, I'm good" and then he said "You don't look good." And sent me to the bathroom. I love old caring men. We also decided it would probably be best if I just did conformations, as to NOT get the water all bloody. So I changed back into my clothes, and just sat and watched several people be baptized. The temple is the most beautiful thing, but I think right when people come up out of the water, is probably the second most beautiful thing. Just the visual symbol of being washed clean, and a strong priesthood holder lifting you up. And knowing there is someone who has just been waiting for you to do that. It makes it magical. Also listening to the brethren struggle with some of the names is a little entertaining. Today the names were so long that the font was like size 7, and I'm surprised he could even read it. I just love the temple, and need to remember that and go much more often.

I'll try to do better.

All my love.

Martha

p.s. I haven't gone out on any of my picture adventures lately, and miss them. I mean I wish my pictures always turned out magical, but in reality they are not good. But that isn't what my walks are about, its more of a calming experience, it like my way of meditating. So I think I shall today. Wish me luck.

p.p.s. Props to Brittany H. for the last photo, its one of my favorites!

My Passion for the Sky

I'm in love with the sky. I don't know what it is, something about looking out and up. At something that is clearly larger than me. I have seen my fair share of beautiful sunrises, in Hawaii. And I can't think of very many things that are more beautiful. I love Oregon's Sunsets, they are constantly filled with more color than, imaginable. I don't know the science behind it,

nor do I really to.

I'm currently laying on my bed, in the dark. Enjoy the wonders of lightning. On our drive here, my mother and I cha chaed lightning. Because she said it came down, and I said it came from the ground up. Guess what we were both right. Currently it looks like it is going sideways. The last bolt, just lit up an entire dark cloud, showing reds and oranges (I don't understand. )

I love magic, from Magicans on cruise ships, to Harry Potter, I love it all. And sometimes I sit and wonder how the trick is possible, but other times I like being purely amazed. Science is great and all, but God amazes me. I like not know how everything works, and just enjoying that it happens.

Part of the magic behind lightning, is the surprise. And the excitement that comes by catching a glimpse just at the right moment. This same magic is found in seeing Shooting Stars. Being able to see such a magical moment, brings me great joy.

Also if you know me, you know I am absolutely in love with is the moon. The moon is "my candle in a cave." I fell in love with the moon, when I was on the back of a boat. (Prineville) The way its reflection fell into the water, and came right up to my feet dipped into the water. Ever since that week, I stop to look up. Pause and enjoy the moon. Try it sometime, you might find you too are in Love.