The Game of Life...

When ever I play games, I play to win...It doesn't matter what kind of game, I like to win! And sometimes gloat about it...Sometimes, I even try to cheat, but I usually I get caught! But seriously, I will do what ever it takes to win. So if life is a game, where there can be more than one winner, will I do what it takes to win?

With me, there has been times I have lost a game, and it though I don't show it, it really bugs me! Why do I lose? Maybe because I am too anxious to hurry it up, sometimes the cheating thing doesn't work, and when I have won or it looks like I am winning, I get really cocky! Before Chicken Little, I used to jump up and sing, "I am the Champion", in which everyone around me, gets really annoyed! This is something I plan on changing, I want to win fairly, and I want to be modest about it, but I enjoy rubbing it in my fellow players face so much, especially when it's family. Does this mean I am who I am, and I can't change?

Jason and Erick have talks coming up, and I decided to help add my two cents worth, at the request of the husband. I can write pages in 20 mins, to his two weeks worth of two pages. He has been working on it, but he is representing the family, and I can't let him tell all that personal stuff about us. Yes, there is more to me than hauntings, goofiness, adventure, and gross stories. I realize that I haven't shared anything about faith on my blog yet, which I do have, but lately it has been tested. In the game of life, I may sway either way, I am not sure if I will win this round. But I try, but I don't try hard enough.

When I was 15, living in Alaska, a Patriarch came to town from Anchorage. I had no idea what one was. He was making the rounds, giving people in our two wards, blessings. When I heard, I wanted one too. Will he predict my future? Oh no, I thought, maybe he could see right through me and see the terrible things I have done. He came to my home in the middle of the day, with only my mother there, with his wife, who came to be a witness and record it. I had no idea what he was going to say, he was a nice, tall, old man, he didn't know me at all. I remember trying to think positively, trying to send good vibes through brain power. As he was speaking, I did feel the spirit, and then I knew it was a good thing.

My blessing ended up being a couple pages long, is that normal? Should it have been longer? I won't tell you everything, just the thing that if I were faithful, a man would seek me that would offer a temple marriage. I was also blessed with children, and that our home would be a place where others would want to be, because of it's spirit there. It also said I would never have a cause to grieve, and that I would be blessed with good health if I continued to follow the path of righteousness. It also let me know that evil would be a presence in my life. Just great, I think some of it is true now, but I am not the missionary it said I would be, yet. And I got sealed in the temple after I got married. Also, I have been plagued with health issues. So does this mean if I did what I always should have, would I be better off now? Maybe, but if I had the faith, I know I would have been better off now. Can I change this for the better?

Jason has a blessing too, and he has more pages than I. He has great and wonderful things in it, which I am afraid I may have screwed it up for him. His mother always said she never heard a blessing like his, especially compared to his eleven older siblings. Every couple of years, I would get them out and compare them, and the weirdest thing would happen! I can swear on a stack of scriptures, that his has changed every time!!! At first, when we first compared them, I wrote down all of the similarities and differences in our blessings to see if they fit together. I was a little superstitious that maybe we were wrong for each other, because he had so much more faith than I. So I wrapped the blessing together with the papers I wrote on and stored it. Later on, and even to this day, they are different each time. Why? My only guess is, because we were younger, I didn't understand the language in it as I do today. Or just maybe, it magically did change!

I know this post is long, and some may not have the time to read it, but to me life is a game, and if it was Monopoly, the Lord is the almighty Banker and maker of the game. I am determined to not lose this time, and I am going to try and try to get my act together and have some faith, that things would get better. How are you playing the game?