Living with an iron rod in your hands

So, I know it's been forever since I've written a blog entry. I really should write one on a regular basis. But here's what's been going down before I get to what I'm gonna call the 'meat' of my blog entry. So don't let my life bore you.

-Ross went to Africa and back. For 18 days. I survived. As did he. But it caused him to get a hernia so he needed surgery which happened like a week ago.
-I am pregnant!! Whoo! I'm due on April 20th, 2013. I'm really excited to bring a new life into this world and raise her in righteousness.
-I quit McDonald's and cycled through a job that I couldn't do while pregnant. So, I'm jobless right now sorta helping Ross work on the campaign. Which he's doing. And getting paid for.
-I'm a ward missionary! I haven't really done much for it yet besides just going to the meetings, but when something for me arises, I'll be there.

Anyway that's pretty much most of the important stuff. I have such an interesting life. Lol

So, getting to the point. I was thinking of my past a little bit today, and I realized that I couldn't even fathom making those choices anymore. And to think, I didn't 'really' change until like April. 5 months ago is long enough to not know who you used to be. Actually, right after I got dunked in the waters of baptism, I forgot who I was. It made it hard keeping the friends I had. It's hard to be friends with someone who's idea of fun is getting wasted, waking up the next morning on the floor with vomit all over your face. That's not so much fun. Actually, what I think is fun, my 'old' friends wouldn't even want to be a part of. You know, like wholesome recreational activities. And no that does defiantly not mean partaking in recreational drug use. Just because the world 'recreational' is there, doesn't mean it's about drugs. What a problem with society these days.

I seriously hate it when people will try to argue with me about my beliefs too. I know, I'm such an ancient member of the church-going on almost 4 months and all-this instance has only happened once or twice. I don't need to prove to people why I'm a proud member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I am, and my loved ones should respect that. I became a member of the church because I was proven of it's perfectness. It is seriously perfect. People try NOT to listen only because they don't want to give up their smoking or coffee or premarital sex or wearing low-cut clothing or whatever it is they don't want. But if you DO give up those things, you will be blessed so much that you won't even know what to do with yourself. If you get baptized into this church, and stay faithful, you can and will live with your family forever. All your loved ones will die someday, and it's so comforting to know these truths. That's one thing that is difficult for me, being the only member of the church in my family. I cannot get sealed to them unless they go to the temple with me. They cannot go to the temple with me unless they are righteous members of this church. This is something I deal with every single day. This is something I've prayed and fasted for many times. I just haven't found a good opportunity to literally share the gospel with my family. It's easier to share the gospel with someone you don't know rather than someone part of your immediate family. They can tell you to shut up a lot easier than a stranger can, or is it that when they do tell you to shut up, it hurts worse than a stranger would..

But all hope for my family is not lost if they don't accept the gospel on earth. When they die, they will be told the gospel, and I can baptize them on earth, get them sealed to me, and boom-we're together forever. That's if they repent, accept the gospel and the baptismal ordinances I give them, and accept me sealing them to me. It's hard to keep this in mind when my family is getting further apart and they're getting older and whatnot. Sometimes I wish I was just raised up Mormon to a sealed family so I wouldn't be worrying about this, but it's one of my trials. So I'll take it the best I can.

Sometimes it's hard reminding myself that not everyone knows the church is true even if they are told like I was. I was told and was like 'well yeah, why didn't someone tell me this earlier?' But some people need more convincing. Some people can't let go of their carnal self to follow Jesus Christ. Following Him is seriously the best thing I've ever done. I took upon me His name when I was baptized, and I renew that every single week when I'm at church partaking of the sacrament.

With this upcoming election, although I'm sick of politics, Mormons are being picked on and questioned a lot. 20 some percent of people WONT vote for Romney because he is Mormon. But they'll vote for Obama who is Muslim >_>. I seriously worry about some people. I also would love to ask a more humble Obama supporter (if there are any around..) why they're voting for Obama. He wants to control us. He wants to destroy our country. He wants to be like Hitler. He wants to have something like the SS. Something that terrifies me, is that if he does get re-elected, my husband is a marine. And he might have to do something he doesn't believe in because of those papers he signed. He might be called to be part of Obama's SS or something. Obama doesn't want America having guns, to keep the criminals from them. But trust me, no matter what criminals want, they will get. So let the rest of us have them legally so that we may protect ourselves from enemies like this. Romney doesn't want to ruin your life. He doesn't want to mess up everything. He doesn't want us to be miserable. He wants to turn America into the Zion it's supposed to be. And what's so wrong with a heaven on earth? Nothing if you ask me.

As I walk hand-in-hand on the path to salvation with my amazing husband, I wonder what life would be like if I was still the old me. But then I stop wondering and enjoy, embracing every second I have with him and my family. And soon, I'll be carrying our child through the swamps and forests with my husband, holding onto the iron rod. Call me an over-religious nut or whatever you like,  God put us all here so why not live to please Him?

Keeping it real

So, as of right now, for the next 16 days, Ross will be in Africa. :( He's off being a Marine. I miss him a lot already. It's weird how used to being with him 24/7 I was after just a week and a half. But I totally can tell he's not here even when I'm sleeping. I'm trying to stay busy, but for most of these two days he's been gone, I've just slept. The night I took him up to his unit, I had worked until 4am, so I just didn't go to sleep. I got home around 5pm with intentions of sleeping. Then, as I was almost asleep, he called me asking me to come back up to his unit (an hour away) because he forgot something. I did, getting back up there around 6:30. I gave him his stuff and hugged him a couple hundred more times and left. Then, my debit card was like on lock or something, so I couldn't use it to get gas to return home. At this point, I was crying. I called Ross like 12 times before he answered. He told me to come back up to his unit and he gave me $14 which he borrowed from someone. I was sorta relieved. I still cried a little, but he hugged me and we said a prayer, and I went on my way. I somehow made it  home without dying or falling asleep, and then I slept. For 16 hours. Guess I needed it. So yesterday, I hung out with Ariel all day, coming home at 2am and sleeping till like 1pm. See, all I tend to do without Ross is sleep. I'm cool.
But! I played some guitar, and did some art, so that's productive. I really miss him though.
His birthday is coming up on the 27th (4 days after he returns home). I painted him a pretty picture that I'm sure he'll love it. I totally want to do something else for him though that's special. Like take a mini trip somewhere, but I don't know what we can afford.
It's cute though, how many people who are so happy for me being happy with Ross, then there's a couple (or even one) that is totally unhappy for me because they must have some sort of envy? Like, sorry I picked Ross over you, he's kind of what I'm supposed to do. That's what people do: get married, have babies. And notice how get married is before have babies which is something society needs to be reminded of today. Children are supposed to be born in the bonds of matrimony. End of story. I wish more people would listen to the truths that are out there, but I can't force them. Although, I have no idea how they could hear this stuff and NOT know it's true. Getting married was the best decision I'd made (besides getting baptized) and I regret nothing.
But really, marriage is totally different from the dating lifestyle. Even from living with someone. Things are different. More serious. Ross and I have come closer to arguing this past week rather than the months we were dating. But it's not arguing like I saw my parents do growing up, so I think we're ok. It's really just noticing sleep habits, differences of opinions, decorating tastes, or whatever. Stuff that we need to 'get used to' like we've been counseled. Ross and I are planning on being mostly out of debt by November. So I'm planning on taking a trip during Christmas time to see my family (we can't afford to do it now).
I can't wait until Ross gets back. We can then pay off my part of the lease at the apartment, and I can stop worrying about angering the roommate for no reason.
I'm really glad I'm here living with my in-laws though. I can hang with them when I get too depressed of my absent hubby. Their company is nice.
16 days: I can do this.

To tie a knot

So, as many know, I'm married!

I've married the most amazing man on the face of the planet, and he's married me. It's amazing. I've never been so happy, and can't imagine being any happier.

I really wouldn't have had this wedding any other way (except my parents being able to make it). I'm glad it happened fast. I'm glad it was small. I'm glad about everything. Everything was perfect (except for me messing up some random words and stuff in the ceremony). And I really, really don't care what anyone else thinks of my spring to action marriage.

I can now move on with life. I knew I couldn't do anything until we got married, so why not just do it now? I can't really go to school without being married (for a GI bill). I couldn't really move on. I want life to move forward and keep pushing. I do not fear the commitments I've made. I'm really excited for it all. I do not feel that I've rushed anything. I feel that everything is the way it's supposed to be. And anyone who is not proud or happy for me, obviously doesn't need my full attention. I'm utterly happy and I'm ready to take this head on. I am a Huntington, and I have no bubble.

Friction

Friction- dissension or conflict between persons, beings, etc.; because of differing ideas or wishes.

So, as of late, I've had this terrible sense of friction. Not in the physical sense, but in the sense that everything that could go wrong for me did. AT ONE TIME! For one, to start off the friction, I was in an awful mood for like a week. Then, I got sick. REALLY sick. I was absolutely miserable. Then, I HAD to work out some debt situations that leaves me broke for the next two paychecks. Then, I lost my voice. Then, I felt awful senses of discouragement with finishing The Book of Mormon by my baptism (which I'm SO doing by the way! I'm so close!) or anything else that could have discouraged me, did. But, I am somewhat recovered from it all and now I guess I'm ready to move on. Still waiting on my voice to come back fully though. But luckily, I have an AMAZING support system. Everyone that has been there for me in the past few weeks is awesome. Words can't express how grateful I am to have them all in my life :D. 

But seriously, I get baptized in 12 days! It really can't come soon enough! My mom will be up here to see me, too. It's like all excitement in one weekend. 

But really, I feel that this should be explained to anyone who seems to have suspicion on this matter. Ross is not, was not, nor ever will be, pressuring me into going into church with him or believing what he says. Can't we just have an amazing relationship where each of us just fits so perfectly with each other without the world complaining about it? Did you ever think that I'm going to church and getting baptized because I actually believe in the stuff? That's crazy. Who goes to church because they want to? Lol. For your information, Sundays tend to be the highlight of my week. So, I shall break down into an exact account on how I ended up with a baptism date. 
So, about a week or so before Easter, Ross had asked me if I wanted to go to church with him. I hesitated, and he said "Ok, don't worry. I won't ask again, no pressure." So I had brushed it off. But for some reason, I had been thinking that it'd be a good time to get to know that side of him since I love him and everything. So, I said a few days later, "May I still go to church with you and your family on Easter?" Of course he said yes, and I went to church on Easter. 
I walked into the church, and I was hit with an overwhelming sense of love and adoration from everything around me.  Honestly, I almost cried just stepping foot into it. Looking at Ross every five seconds to make sure I'm not doing anything wrong, I listened to everything everyone said during the meeting. I can't tell you what they were talking about, but I can tell you that it was legit! And I knew it was something I wanted more of. After the meeting, Ross and I went to the gospel principles class where I learned a bit of a taste about what was believed in in this church. I then thought about the talks for a little while after that after I had made it home.
The next week, I went back. It was basically the same thing. I was nervous, but fascinated at the same time.  I told Ross I wanted to start reading The Book of Mormon. And we did throughout the week.
The next week, I had asked to hangout with Ross' mom who was going up to Piqua to different wards of the church to do public affairs. We talked a lot on the way there, while we were there, on the way back, and back at home. But, I had gone to my first Relief Society meeting with Ross' mom and I learned a lot there. That night, she had asked me if I wanted to meet with the missionaries. I, said yes. The missionaries came to Ross' house and they talked with me about stuff. I listened. I was fascinated. 
Then, we had a couple more appointments with the missionaries. They had asked me to read some scriptures (2 Nephi 31). They were about the reasoning to get baptized and why Christ had to do it and whatnot.  After reading that, I knew they were going to challenge me to get baptized at the next discussion. I was unsure of what I was going to answer until he asked me. And no, Ross did not ask me. The missionaries did. They said that they were praying about me, and they felt I'd be ready by May 26th. And I will be. It felt so soon when they asked, but it really wasn't. 
And since then, I've been reading, and studying, and learning. Because I'm going to be righteous. And really, nothing anyone can say or do will hold me back from that.

So here, I don't care if anyone thinks I'm jumping into this too fast. I am totally comfortable with the speed my life is headed. Some people work faster than others. And really, with how much of a sponge I am with all this stuff, I just hope to share it with someone someday. I no longer fear my family judging me over it, because even if they did, I don't care. I'm living a righteous life and they should be proud of that no matter the circumstances. 

So anyway, 12 days from now I will be officially a Mormon. And I'm pretty happy about that. Actually, I don't know how I could be happier at this point in my life.