I have always looked up to my sisters and brothers. As a kid I thought they could do no wrong and I was astounded when I found out that they were not perfect.
I've spent my life (which notably has not been that long) and plan on spending the rest of my life trying to live up to their expectations and follow in their footsteps. I love them. Every single one. I don't have one sibling that I do not admire and respect. They aren't perfect. At all. But they do the best they can in a world that is hard to live in.
I know the Lord put them in my life because he knew they would always love me and help me. And I need that love. The Lord knows what I need and he will always love me no matter what I do or how far I distance myself from him. I feel my Savior's love every time I am with my family. They are the Savior's hand in my life.
So this is a general thank you to seven people that have been extremely influential in the shaping of who I am. So thanks! haha
This is the best pic we took ha
Love this picture
He doesn't like to take pictures
Also, here is a poem that I wrote. And the only reason this relates is because I was reading it and I realized that my siblings have all helped me develop the testimony that I have. So yeah.
And it still doesn't have a title, but oh well.
Trapped by fear and grief and lack of sleep
It’s hard to let go of dreams you can’t keep,
Like the hope that your kids wouldn't have too much pain.
It’s hard to not fall and give in to the strain.
It’s hard when you have to let go of past dreams
It’s hard to not just fall apart at the seams.
It’s hard to accept that life’s not for fun
Wanting and wishing to just up and run
To get away as far you can
Before one more despair comes and ruins your plan.
A plan for a peaceful life
One that’s calm and free of strife.
But it can’t be, that’s not part of the deal
We’re here to make sure we’re for real.
We’re here to become who we’re supposed to be,
Like the Savior who bled in Gethsemane.
A poor wayfaring man of grief
Who came and died for my relief.
Am I supposed to feel alone?
Or find in Christ my home.
He died for me so I could see
That I can live, I can be free
These chains that bind me for a moment
Are broken by his sacrifice, atonement.
My ache and grief and heart wrenching pain
Are only for my gain.
Tonight, though the path remains cloudy and darkness is here
I’ll hold on to my faith and let go of the fear
