Making Sense....

As I sit here at work in my very own office thinking about all of the wonderful and amazing things in my life, I can't help but wonder why it is that I feel like I am fighting not to be in a bad mood. For the past week now I feel like I have been trying not to give into the urge to just yell at people and be in an absolutely horrible mood. But why? I don't know, it makes no real sense to me. By all accounts my life is going really well right now. School is a little hard to get back in to the hang of, but i enjoy it, work is great and I got promoted again and now I even have my own business cards and an office, my apartment is wonderful, (I think it needs a new coat of paint, but it's alright) my car is running great, I have alot more money in the bank than I expected to, I have a great new computer and it was really cheap, I haven't had any big surprise expenses in a long time. And yet still, I want to be in a bad mood. I want to just explode. I think a part of it may be that things are going really well for me. And there is opposition in all things right? So because everything is going well the adversary is going to do what he can to make me feel like it isn't really that great and all of my efforts are wasted and pointless. But then Torie and I went to the temple the other day. Just to the temple grounds because my back has been hurting lately and I didn't think I could do the repetative movements. Anyways, it was beautiful. The sunset was absolutly breath taking, and Mnt Timpanogas was gorgeous, I wouldn't have even noticed if Eric hadn't have told me about it. And it was just a great feeling. Being at the best place in the world with my best friend watching the sunset and knowing that I was loved. And then I said something like "I wonder why the clowds are sitting that way on the mountains" and Torie said "because God loves us" It was such a simple statement, but it was so true. And it may have just been the clowds on the mountains during a sunset on a random Wednesday afternoon, but it was beautiful, and it was put that way on purpose. The earth is a wonderful beautiful place for a reason. Because God loves us. And then all of the sudden I feel so silly for wanting to be in a bad mood. It seems like everything I really wanted to happen is happening now, and now more than ever I feel like giving up. I feel tired, like I have given all I've got and there is nothing more to give. But I know that is ridiculous. And I know that things are going well, and that I am so blessed. Fighting an illogical urg is really hard. But it seems that maybe it does have a purpose behind it. And whoever said life was logical anyways?

"Be Still, and Know that I am God"