The Oil in my Candle

Since next week is General Conference for my church, they decided to have this Sunday be fast Sunday. Now I usually HATED fast Sunday's at my home ward because the same people would get up week after week saying the same old things and it just got old. I want to hear the people's testimonies who are still learning, and who make mistakes and learn from them because for me they are the most touching/real/enjoyable testimonies to hear. Well ever since we have joined a new Single's Ward at the beginning of this year I have loved fast and testimony meeting because I get exactly what I want out of it.

Since I recently got new scriptures for my birthday I decided I'd go through my old ones to see if there were any papers or notes worthy of keeping, when I came across a poem that I wrote one day in seminary my sophmore year. Just the last two weeks I have had this feeling that I needed to share the poem I wrote to people but I just didn't know how. Well today while sitting in sacrement and listening to everyone bear their testimonies I just knew I needed to get up there and bear my testimony. My hands were beginning to get sweaty, my heart started to race, and my mind began to talk me out of it. Finally I came to my good senses and realized that this was a prompting from God and that if I just ignored his impressions in my life, that they would eventually disappear. Sitting up there on the stand waiting for the couple people in front of me to go, I honestly thought I was going to pass out or die from my heart palpitations. I thought it was going to pound right outta my chest, but as I said a silent prayer to myself I was overcome with an amazing sense of comfort and security.

I can tell you that it was so amazing to get up there, and as intimidating it was, it was relieving just to see the few ladies that I saw who began to cry by the reading of my poem. I know that even if I touched just ONE person today, my purpose of going up there was fulfilled. I am so glad I listened to my Heavenly Father. It was probably the first time I ever bore my testimony in front of the whole congregation of my ward, or any ward i've ever been apart of and I loved the rewarding feeling it gave me. It was exactly what I needed today.

I'm going to end this post just by sharing the poem that I wrote well over 3 years ago. Enjoy

The Oil In My Candle

The oil in my candle is fading

there's nothing left in there.

My decisions have started changing

as a chill of darkness has come across the air.

So far away from everyone

no reason left to try,

there's no one to relate to,

time so easily slipped by.

It started out as a bright burning flame

fueled by a sea of oil,

each drop was added because of a good deed,

or the touching of a soul.

But life goes on and takes its course,

leading you on two paths;

The one you choose matters most

it will lead you to wrong or right,

So many make the wrong decision,

and walk down in the dimmest of light.

The oil in my candle has burnt out,

I need to find some more.

It's not the stuff you just find anywhere though,

you can't buy this oil at the store.

You have to work hard to gain it,

getting tested everyday.

How you choose to resolve the situation

is what will pave the way.

reading your scripture, church, and prayer

all add oil to your candle wick.

Fasting, giving, and helping someone out

these are the habits you pray to stick.

The oil in my candle is increasing,

its starting to get full.

Continuing what's good for me

will help me reach my goal.

The oil in my candle is full now

as the lighting starts to inflate,

My happiness is increasing,

and now life seems so much more great.