Saturday, May 15, 2010

I love BYU.


BYU is amazing. There are so many good, good people here. I sprained my ankle last week, which was really frustrating, but it's like I keep running into angels wherever I go... in Wyview, on campus, and even at work. I've been so taken care of... people who hardly know me, or who frankly don't know me, keep helping me.
My classes are amazing. The Spirit is all over campus because great things happen here, and truths are taught here. Every discipline of study is related to the gospel. The mountains are beautiful, and remind me of whose hands I'm in. It's definitely not a monocultural bubble--my mind is being opened to so many new ways of thinking. I know people from all over the world, and I even have some good, good friends from here in Utah.
It's way hard here, but I'm getting better. So many things to learn, great people to meet, things to accomplish. I'm so glad Heavenly Father didn't let me feel good about going anywhere else. My blessings outweigh all of my trials. I keep receiving little tender mercies from the Lord, like food for my soul, right when I need it--usually it's through other people. I've got to get better at rising to the challenge, and I've also got to be more prayerful even when I'm super busy. But it's going to be good; He will help me.

...And now I've got to go study for midterms. Ahhh! :)

Monday, April 19, 2010

I love my life. Honestly.

Haven't been able to say that in a while.

My life is an adventure. It's beginning to feel like a story that Jesus and I are writing together--trying to let Him contribute most of the ideas, though. He is real and He never blinks. Life is hard for me and for everyone else, but He's there waiting for me to take His hand as if to say, "Come, let's work on it together."

All of my posts mention religion, and I'm sorry if that is a problem for you, but all of my days mention Him as well.

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"You've got to give a little more than you take; you've got to leave a little more than was here. You may be prideful of the steps that you take, but keep one thing clear: You're just a player in a much bigger plan, but still you have to give it all that you can. The very measure of your soul is at stake! You've got to give a little more than you take."

I just watched Joseph: King of Dreams on Sunday night. We bought it at Goodwill for $2. It is beautiful--almost as good as the Price of Egypt.

"You know better than I; you know the way. I've let go the need to know why; I'll take what answers you supply."

Really faith-building, and honest. I loved it.

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I also loved my experience singing in sacrament meeting for my last Sunday here in TN before I leave for Utah. I really felt the Spirit during and after my song. Like, burning in my chest. It was not a performance--it was not about me. My goal with singing "I Will Not Be Still" was to communicate what was in my heart, to share my testimony, and to be used as an instrument in bringing the Spirit to the hearts of people who heard me. I accomplished every one of my goals. The song is about how the gospel moves me and touches me until I feel I must act on it, I must serve the Lord by sharing what I have seen and felt and experienced.

I really did sing my testimony. It came from a very honest place, and meant a lot to me. People told me that they could see that as they watched me. That is a blessing. They also said that they felt the Spirit strongly as I sang... what more can you hope for? I feel humble. It shouldn't have been an awesome day to sing a solo, because I woke up sick that morning, and even had to leave sacrament meeting before just to blow my nose. Then I came back in just in time to sing, and it actually went really well. I definitely felt like I was receiving help. I really am "just a player in a much bigger plan." But I'm so grateful I was able to help the Spirit touch people. I feel so blessed to be able to participate in music, to assist in this marvelous work. It's kind of a small thing, but it's also kind of a big deal. I was able to be a tool to help people -- people I love, too -- have an experience with the Holy Ghost. That is the coolest thing ever.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Brothers' poems.

Here are two cinquain poems Casey wrote yesterday. They are amazing. They are both true stories.

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Lose tooth
Wiggly, silver
Eating caramel corn
Glued to my tooth, out it popped "what?!"
"Oh no!"

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Lunch
Grilled, cheesy
Chewing, stretching, melting
That is so delicious
Sandwich
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These are by my brother Deven. I liked them as well. Quite shocked at how deep they are; he is a 13-year-old punk!
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Fire on your finger,
Fire in your eye,
Fire in your spirit,
Fire that won't die.
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I fear the struggle,
I fear the strife,
A fear of death,
A fear of life.
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War is triumph,
War is gain,
War is heartache,
War is pain.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Casey.

Today after FHE, Casey was giving the closing prayer. He said, "Please bless Emily H. that her cancer will be gone; make her healthy and normal. Please keep Manisha brave about her new school."

I included that first part to try and convey his fervent tone. He was serious about what he was asking. I didn't expect to be included in the prayer, but I then realized how much I needed it. Almost as much as Emily H. needs prayers. And of course I started to cry, in a humble and maybe grateful kind of way, not really a sad kind of way.

I love Casey's testimony of prayer. He has fought away thunderstorms, tornadoes, floods, hot weather, power-outages, and fear... all with prayer. And all before the age of 10. I'll never forget the sound of his voice and the light in his eyes as a storm passed, or as he found a DVD he had lost. "Prayer works! Manisha, can Heavenly Father hear us?!" Yes, He can, Casey.

Casey will make sure Heavenly Father keeps me brave. I love my quirky little brother.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Dreams.

I was thinking the other day, how some girls dream of their wedding day, dream of "what they want to be when they grow up" as in a career, or making it to the Broadway and becoming famous... all that stuff. Dreams. The kind of dream that you spend your life working toward. The kind of dream that pulls you toward it and occupies your thoughts and makes your heart draw out in longing. And the other day, as I was once again thinking about what I could major in, I wondered (even though my case is common) if there was something wrong with me. Why don't I have a dream? Why don't I already know what I want to be?

Then I realized: I absolutely have a dream. At least one. I want to serve a full-time mission.
Let me first explain that in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, when you become a missionary you are assigned to serve in some part of the world. It could be any state, country, city, island... virtually anywhere. Missionaries dedicate themselves 24/7 for 18-24 months, serving God primarily by teaching the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, which they know to be true, and by serving the local people in any way they can.

Phew, okay.

So for some reason, I want to be a missionary. I want some serious time to lose myself in serving Jesus Christ. I love people, and I want them to experience the joy and healing that the truths of the restored gospel have made available to me. I want them to know God as intimately as they can--I know that this true gospel is the way to get there. It is true, for the Spirit of God has whispered it to my soul. It resonates deep within my heart, speaks peace to my soul, and heals me like nothing else. It doesn't get old. It comes from God. The longer I go, the harder I think on it, the more true it feels and the more perfectly it makes sense to me. The Savior lives, his gospel has been restored as in days of old, and this is it. This is the church that He has organized with His hands.

As much as I want it for the people I'll serve, I want my mission for me. I want to learn to really LOVE. I want to love others so deeply and sincerely and completely, with all my heart, so much that I ache for them. I want to lose myself as I serve them (and in the process, find myself in the truest sense). I want to push myself way, way out of my comfort zone; I want to stretch my soul, for a grand and meaningful purpose. I want to wear the Savior's name on my black nametag, right next to my heart. I want to learn to love and know the scriptures much better and more deeply than I have ever before. I want to participate in the glorious living work that my Savior is directing here on earth. I want to witness His love for His children more deeply. I want to see miracles. Although alone I'm so flawed and have so many weaknesses, if the Lord is with me I can be a tool in His hands to show and teach people a better way to live and be completely healed. I want to give myself up to Jesus. I want to make myself available to Him so he may work through me. I want to help others to feel the Spirit of their Lord. I want to learn to keep going when there seems to be no hope; that will require a strong faith and hope in the Savior. I want to learn that physical limitations mean little--that while on the Lord's errand, I am strengthened in my weakness, no matter what kind of weakness it is. I want to experience the Spirit of God burning and testifying of truth to someone I am teaching for the first time. I want to feel the Spirit giving me the words to share. I want to see someone as they gain the courage to change their lives and come unto Christ to find a fullness of joy. I want to see that light in their eye, that change in their countenance. I want to teach people about how their families can be together forever. I want to be sent as a answer to someone's prayer for help. I want to learn to throw away every bit of my fear and just do, knowing that the Lord is with me.

I want to learn to forget myself and really live. I want to walk with angels. I want to walk with God.

All of this is possible. This is my dream.
Note: I realize that a full-time mission isn't the only way to learn these things. But it's what I want. I want that time to devote myself 110% to the work. I can't really do that in my normal daily life, unfortunately.
16 months until the dream becomes realized. I have so much preparing to do...

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Warning: Abstract ramblings ahead...


I decided I wanted to write something in here, but for some reason I really lacked inspiration. Then I asked, "Why?" (something I do constantly) and suddenly had all these thoughts that resulted in the long post you see before you. Here it goes.

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External energy can organize my line of thought. When I'm just talking/writing to myself, it's sometimes hard to put things into words because I usually think in concepts/ideas, and I need somewhere (or someone) to direct the ideas toward to most easily translate them into English. On an only faintly related note, I'm never very funny alone without deliberate effort. So, I suppose really am extroverted since I gain so much energy from the people/activities around me.

I really do write better when I'm talking to a specific person. My personality is very... fluid that way. I feel very sensitive to the energy a given person gives off, and I let it shape the way I think/communicate with them. It lets me more easily direct my thoughts into words. With some people, I am very thoughtful and verbose, even philosophical at appropriate moments. With others, I'm not that way at all, because I feel they wouldn't appreciate it. I resort to talking about movies and events and people--whatever that person is comfortable discussing. With some people, I constantly ask questions and want to only listen to that person talking. (That mostly happens with young people.) With others, I talk their ear off about anything that comes to my mind, intelligent or not. (My poor sister.)

Also, my level and style of humor is determined by the person/people I'm with. With most people, my humor comes very naturally. It comes most easily around young people/teenagers. But with other people, I don't make any jokes at all, but let them do the joking because I see that they're the sort of person who enjoys that role/spotlight. So some people think that I laugh at everything, whereas other people see me as very dry and sarcastic (but still mostly positive). Both are true and genuine sides of me. Neither are forced. It just depends. Is that wrong? Should I be the same wherever I am, whoever I'm with? My values don't change. That matters. But is that really all that counts? I hope so.

This habit of mine actually helps me get along with and relate to many different kinds of people, for which I'm grateful. Many of my friends would not get along with each other. But I do worry that sometimes I seem inconsistent to other people; no one has ever mentioned that to me, but sometimes I wonder if they think it. (Well, actually my dad once commented that I appear to be a completely different person while I'm on stage. I would agree with that. The stage combined with an audience can carry intense energy that I find difficult not to be affected by :].) I do consider myself to be quite genuine and honest, and have trouble with the idea that I may act this way out of a need for approval. I'm not sure if that is so. Do I do this out of a fear of conflict? I know I'm not much of a people pleaser... otherwise there are many choices I would be making differently.
But I do strongly feel that I act this way out of empathy, and a desire for that person to feel comfortable talking with me. Not in a selfish way, usually and surprisingly... it's really a genuine "I want you to be comfortable/feel good" thing. I guess I pull out the personality traits I have that the person would benefit most by experiencing, as far as I can judge.

I do strive for and thrive on feelings of harmony. Maybe that is a part of it, even a large part of it. It might be a bad thing if I felt compromised, but I don't feel that I'm sacrificing anything at all when I allow people to pull out different sides of me. So I don't think it's a bad thing.

And I must again stress that all these different sides of me are genuine. I don't really put on characters, although I do often direct my thoughts/actions away from their natural courses in effort to improve myself. But I just vary. I vary. My behavior, then, I suppose, is largely situational. My current mindset is always at least influenced by the environment. Not to always match the environment, luckily, but it always has some sort of relationship with it.

I have so many "sides," sometimes in groups I feel conflicted, if the group contains a lot of diverse personalities. In that case, I usually end up picking one person to focus on in a group, now that I think about it, and I direct my conversation topics/word choices/humor according to that person and let the rest run the risk of silently suffering friction with me.

Also, when I'm around people I don't know, if I feel insecure, it's solely based on the fact that I don't know the person/their energy, and don't know how to shape the way I interact with that person. Hmm.

I still need to figure out some common traits that work for everyone. Things that everyone would respond well to. Maybe, making people feel important/special? Treating everyone like they're your good friend? Listening? But even then, I can think of people I know who would be uncomfortable with this.

Is all of this one giant bad habit? Or is it a talent?

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Anyway, I'm sorry to jip you off, blog, but I won't update you about my actual life. Instead, I'm going to go do that as I write my good missionary friend, whose farewell I missed, and whose homecoming will be while I am in Utah. Strange how these things work out.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Ready? Not really. Willing? Yes.

The chapters in my life called "Tennessee," "Teenagerhood," "SHAC Theatre," "Homeschool," and "Piano Lessons" are about to end. Some of them already have! I wish I could keep open some chapters, and some I'm glad to be leaving behind. Life moves forward, time passes by, no matter how you feel about it or what you do. One thing's for sure: I don't feel stuck in a rut. :)

I'll miss my family. I'm so lucky to come from the background that I do. My family is so strange, but wonderful... I'm grateful for how much they've done for me. I'll also miss the friends I've made. They're precious to me and sometimes when I'm hanging out with them, I'll get lost in thought for a second and think, "Wow. These people are my friends." I'm so blessed.

I've learned more in the last two years of my life than I ever even knew there was to learn. My mom would say I haven't changed at all, and she'd be right in some cases, but most changes that have happened have gone on inside of me so that only I really would notice them. I think that's true of a lot of people. But anyway, it's kind of amazing to me when I think back to who I've been compared to who I am. I've been given many experiences, struggles, gifts, desires, and defining moments that have shaped who I've become. Of course I still have so far to go, but I have come a long way... I've made some terrible mistakes, and I've also made some good choices, and most of those past mistakes/wounds have healed. I've learned who I want to be.

What has made the difference? Reading the Book of Mormon every morning. It sounds to simple, but it's been the key... it's made everything that's happened to me mean something. It allows the Holy Ghost to actually stay with me all day if I want it. It opens up the way to more sincere prayer, greater love for and closeness to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, progress, and a deeper desire (or tendency, even) to actually live the gospel. Without daily scripture feasting (reading doesn't cut it ;]), I would be a very different person today. I would be much less of a person.

The Book of Mormon is more than a book. There is a divine power that it carries, and it's certainly unlike any book I have ever encountered. It offers nourishment to the soul on a deeper level than I have ever found anywhere else. I know its teachings to be true, and I know it to come from God, for I have asked Him and he has confirmed to me that the book is His. It testifies of my Savior. He uses it along with the Spirit to touch and teach me. I will never deny the truthfulness of this book.

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The chapters in my life called "BYU," "Poverty," "Young and Single," "Snow," and others are about to start. I'm excited to discover other things, other chapters, along the way that I can't see now. I'm so excited to meet and learn from the people I'll cross paths with, and for the opportunities that will turn up as I go along. It will be an interesting adventure. I can feel it.

I expect to struggle a lot. I expect to learn and grow a lot too, though. I'm going to be way out of my comfort zone, and many things await me that I have never ever done, dealt with, or experienced before. I expect to come out of it changed. Not a different person, really, but an improved version of myself. I hope that, at least. Point B is going to look very different than this Point A. But isn't that the purpose?

I don't feel ready, but I'm willing. I know it's the right time, and I'm heading in the right direction and God will always be at my side. He's leading me to fill my potential, my destiny... to squeeze some greatness out of me, because He knows it's in there even if I don't. I'm going to do what He asks of me and make something of my life.

It's all very exciting in a scary sort of way. I don't know how it will work, but no one really knows that. I'm poor and I'm still waiting for this loan to come through. I'm scared about the money part, but it'll be okay. That's a very common concern, right? It never makes sense on paper--it doesn't seem very hopeful right now as I'm typing this--but I have faith that I'm doing the right thing. It will come together somehow, and I'll make it. My situation is nothing extraordinarily unfortunate. The reason I have these worries is because I'm going to BYU! What a great opportunity! I should be grateful for the chance to have these worries! :)

Whatever I face, I can know that I'm in the situation because God loves me. It's a truth I've come to know over these past few years.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Coming soon.


Topics to discuss:


Leaving...

- Personal security; what do we really own? thoughts inspired by Man's Search for Meaning
- Friends; how have we affected each other up to this point?
- Independence; what does it really mean to me?
- What I've learned from growing up in my home
- What I expect from my BYU experience
- Feelings about my mission and missionaries



Optional topics:
- Intelligence vs studiousness
- The questionable value of financial security
- The value of living "unplugged"
- The role of teaching in my life
- Living out West vs living in the South