Throwing The Football With God

Throwing The Football With God

I use to appear painfully awkward when throwing a football.   I threw like a drunken monkey with no sense of direction or strength.  My stomach would churn when someone would say, “hey Josh, throw that ball over here.”  It’s one thing for me to safely portray my masculinity as an Idaho farm boy.  But not knowing how to throw a football seemed almost unmanly. 

Our Circle & Bubble Are Backwards

Our Circle & Bubble Are Backwards

In my Sunday School lesson yesterday, I presented the idea that we have our circle & bubble backwards. I feel, most times, we walk into a room with a large bubble space. A bubble that seems to always reach far past the physical boundaries of any walls. And when we're in that room with our large bubble, we won't let anyone get close. We think there's too much risk of rejection. And rejection hurts.

The Pursuing Pursuing The Pursuing

The Pursuing Pursuing The Pursuing

This happens far too often both in dating and even friendships. I'll pursue a girl, who is pursuing another guy, who is in fact also pursuing a different girl. And most likely, that girls is pursuing another guy. And the endless pursuing of the pursuing leaves all parties unhappy, rejected, and feeling like crap. Sadly, that's a nature of dating and not much can be changed until two individuals are lucky enough to be pursuing each other.

Chillaxing At The Tree Of Life

Chillaxing At The Tree Of Life

After being reinstated in the LDS church from a year of church discipline, I honestly felt like one of those individuals in Lehi’s dream who had grabbed hold of the iron rod and with tenacity pressed forward to the tree of life. Gaining my full fellowship back was one of the sweetest rewards of pressing forward and in essence, partaking of the fruit of the tree of life. 

Solitude

Solitude

I used to think that my morning or evening prayers was all the communication I needed with God. Frankly, I've ALWAYS been too tired to give ANYONE my attention in the morning. And I'm ALWAYS too tired to give ANYONE my attention when I'm getting ready for bed. My prayers REALLY struggled with the sun coming and going and God most often got the short end of the stick. 

Put Your Hand On The Temple

Put Your Hand On The Temple

A few months ago in stake conference, my Stake President, President Featherstone said, “I promise everyone here today, that if you go and place your hands on the walls of the temple, you will feel God’s love for you.” What a great promise to exercise my faith in I thought. A few weeks later, I drove myself to the Salt Lake Temple to place my hands on the walls of the temple.