Imagine yourself walking under the moonlight alone but your hoodie keeping you warm and loved with the entire city lights cheering you on as you take one step at a time towards home- whatever home may be to you. You plugged in your earphones and Lauren Marsh’ Dear Love plays along. “Tap, tap, tap.” The rain joined the bittersweet chorus of your heart. You looked up and felt the sweet kisses of raindrops on your cheeks. As it became stronger, it’s warmth faded away. Now you’re left alone cold in the dark. You found yourself looking through the stained glass window of a taxi. Pitiful rain, such betrayal. You took a long sigh and fogged up the glass. Why can’t my heart stop beating? And it beats louder and louder like those ritual Djembe drum dances from West Africa. It went silent. “Tap. Tap. Tap.” There goes the rain again. I seemingly heard an invitation or so I thought.
It’s Monday and I’m running late. But I have to start on that list somehow. I chose to start with reading Mormon 8 of the Book of Mormon. I am nowhere near being a Spiritual Guru, not even a student. But I love studying (not reading) the Book of Mormon because it gives me comfort and peace knowing that I am not alone and forgotten. I feel the Spirit testifying that all that is written in the book is part of 0our history. I feel Moroni as once a living individual, just like you, just like me. I feel him strongly talking and his words were written from his heart. I know the book is true. Everything in it is true. It’s even more genuine than what is written about our political history. I love being a Mormon.