- Pray every morning
- Pray every night
- Read the Book of Mormon every day
- Watch inspirational videos every day
- Pay tithing
- Go to church every Sunday
- Receive my endowment
- Read books by General Authorities
- Give myself quiet time to think every day
- Follow inspiration and revelations I’m given
Does the music you listen to make you feel good?
There’s nothing wrong with listening to sad music when you feel sad. It can help you feel better.
Do you listen to sad songs all the time. Do you feel sad most of the time? Trying changing it up.
Say you listen to a lot of angry music. There’s a good chance you feel angry most of the time. You might want to try something new.
If what you listen to encourages negative behavior, it might be a good idea not to listen to it.
There’s nothing wrong with having negative emotions. We all have them. But if you feel that way all the time there’s a problem.
Try listening to things that make you feel happy. Songs about fun times. Happy times. Love songs. Even something spiritual.
I have a feel-good playlist on YouTube. Feel free to listen to it. Or you can make your own.
Try listening to happier music.
It will help you feel happier.
- Spend lots of quality time with my boys
- Be as spiritual as possible
- Eat well
- Exercise regularly
- Make a meaningful contribution to the world
- Help others make a meaningful contribution to the world
- Spend time with people who care about me
- Avoid negative people
- Get plenty of sleep
I’m not a shining example of “Good Mormon.”
I’ve struggled with pornography most of my adult life.
I’ve lied countless times. I don’t want people thinking bad things about me.
I’ve been inactive in the Church for most of my adult life.
It would be easier to just leave the Church completely.
But I don’t.
I know it’s true.
Turning my back on the Church would be like turning my back on myself.
When I was twenty-four I hadn’t gone to church for several years.
I felt like I needed to go back. I was afraid to talk to a bishop. Afraid to confess my sins.
I decided to take some religion classes. I could get some spirituality in my life without any pressure.
After about six months I decided to go to church.
I only went for Sacrament meeting. I didn’t go in the chapel. I sat out in the foyer and listened.
After a few months I had my records transferred to that ward.
I started sitting in the chapel during Sacrament meeting.
Eventually I started going to all the meetings.
Then one day in priesthood meeting one of the other guys told me a group of guys were going to see a movie together. He asked if I’d like to come.
I got spooked.
I didn’t go back to church for awhile.
I slowly started going again, eventually going to all the meetings.
Then one Sunday it happened.
Just before Sacrament the Bishop’s Secretary came up to me. He asked if I could see the Bishop after the meeting.
This was it.
The Bishop had just wanted to meet me. I spilled my guts anyway.
I felt so much better afterward.
I started meeting with him every week.
At that point I decided I’d better find out for myself if the Church was really true.
I’d believed it was for years. I was never quite sure, though.
I’d been reading the Book of Mormon on and off for several months.
I’d never finished the whole thing.
I decided now was the time.
I finished it. Then I prayed about it.
I got a feeling I’d never felt before.
I knew it was true.
I still do.
I’m a hypocrite. I’m lazy. I just don’t wanna go.
I don’t say these things to condemn myself. I just need to work on them.
I haven’t gone to church for most of my adult life. I’ve been wandering in the wilderness.
I don’t have a good reason.
That’s not to say I don’t have any reasons.
I have social anxiety. Especially around people I don’t consider friends.
I haven’t made any friends at church. Because of the social anxiety.
I feel ashamed. I don’t live up to the Church’s standards. I want to, but it’s hard.
That’s no excuse, though.
I love the feeling I get when I’m at Church (as long as no one’s trying to talk to me).
Sometimes I feel the Spirit so strong.
It moves me to tears.
Every week I think, “I’m going to go to church next Sunday.”
Then Sunday morning comes.
Those of you who struggle with getting to church know what I’m talking about.
Dragging myself out of bed.
Dragging the kids out of bed.
Getting them ready.
Getting me ready.
The people who go to church every week have these problems, too. Well, maybe not all of them.
I want to be more like them.