indeterminate mind

I don't know what has happened but I have stopped having faith recently. I didn't lose my faith that would eventually come if I don't change myself now, I stopped. Almost like riding a bike up a hill, instead of riding on and pushing up the incline. I have the bike still, I can still pedal, but to move means to get started again and that is always harder to do in the middle of the hill. Now I still have my testimony in things, my church, my Savior. But I have stopped, my faith has stopped; or at least it did until recently. And just like a muscle, if not growing it is dying. As I just said getting started can be tricky especially after you have been moving and have put on the brakes. It is well known a car uses more energy getting itself up to 60 mph than it does to maintain it. So how do I get my faith working and growing again? I am sure I am not the first to be where I am and I know I will not be the Last. As a young missionary serving my church in Austra

Since a young age I have always been sourounded by art in some fashion or another. I am not unlike most people in that way. But different than most people, I currently serve as the Artisitic Director of "The Village Green" a little Dinner and entertainment venue in clearfield, so shouldn't I have more understanding of Art than most? I am not sure that I do. When I speak of Art I am not specifically reffering to Art that hangs on a wall. In fact I am very rarely moved by that type of Art. Does that make me less sophisticated in my Artisitic tastes? I concider myself and Artist, I am a singer, I play the guitar, I am a playwrite, a Set designer, an actor, but mostly I seem most comfortable simply in the role of entertainer in any form. I think a lot of artisits would look as Art simply for entertainment as shallow. Am I a Shallow artist? Wikipedia defines Art as, "the product or process of deliberately arranging symbolic elements in a way that influences and

Who invented the brush they put next to the toilet? That thing hurts! What did we do before hand sanitzers. Did we all just DIE????!!!!!!!!????!!!!! I am wondering how I made it through the appocolypse? I'm sitting enjoying the Tony's and playing the game who's NOT gay.... cow chips can be fun Frisbees but watch out some may deceive you. Hello my name is Amimendy. (the "mime" is silent). You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're republican. When who you are, who you were, and who you want to become, all sit down and become who we are not, and who we should never be but maybe who we possibly haven't been...it is at that moment when someone else becomes who you were and enters the realm of other things that never really were. Understand? hates it when people say stuff in their status updates that you really didn't want to know? I hate that. Anyway, I gotta go poo. tomorrow do I get to run around in my birthday suit

By Andrew Mair   When I was a young paper boy in my neighborhood in South Ogden, Utah, I would often stop delivering papers to hear the strains of church hymns played through the air by the local Catholic Church and their beautiful bells. Weekdays I delivered in the afternoon, but on the weekends I delivered in the early morning hours, this is when I was pleased to be able to hear the sounds of hymns I was both familiar with and some that I were not known to me. But at Christmas time I always knew every Christmas hymn that rang out over my neighborhood. And although I was a young man entering puberty, I was still able to be touched every time I heard those Christmas Bells play. One December it seemed for whatever reason I could not hear them. It was an extra cold year and the additional winter gear I donned probably was the reason. However, I did not recognize that the problem could be so simple. I became worried that the church had stopped playing them altogether. Until one m