Something Bubbles Up

Alright, I'll say this now and get it over with--Elder Clark bugs me more than almost anyone I've ever met. Part of that may be that I'm with him 24/7, but he's like that annoying kid in High School who sat next to me and always said "Hey man! Is this right?" when I'm trying to learn.

Sometimes I think he's the greatest guy in the world, but other times he just makes my teeth grate. He's building a lowered pickup with his dad at home, his favorite movie is "Joe Dirt" and he LOVES powerbands. REO Speedwagon, STYX, Kansas, etc.

It's so frustrating because at times I feel completely inspired by him, and at others, I want to ring his little red neck. It's so hard to do the right thing. When it gets bad, I just stay quiet and try to think of what the Lord would do. The first few days here at the CTM, I felt like we were joined at the hip. Even in a companionship, I need some privacy.

Well, when I feel the Spirit here, it's incredible. It makes me want to jump into the field. If you're reading this later, remember what if felt like here. It's like a spiritual smorgasbord. "I'll have some of this, and some of that...OOOOOHHHH!!! And I'll have some of THAT."

It's been tough for the past little while, but I feel like I've grown. One of my teachers, Irmao Eldere played a little Nirvana for me on the piano. "Come as You Are."

Wish I could take that to heart.