Confused

Faith.  I understand faith to be a principal of action but there is a part of faith I don't understand.  How do you have faith in something when the only action available is prayer?  Don't get me wrong, I think prayer and faith go hand in hand but is it enough?  It seems like if you pray in faith, then you should be willing to do whatever action comes from that.  What if everything you think to try leads to an end that is no different than the beginning? Does it mean you don't have sufficient faith because your actions didn't have a result.  Is it enough to be willing to try and show that to the Lord, even if it leads back to the beginning when the only action left is prayer?

I really am trying to make sense of this, but I can't find an answer that feels "right."  I have been reading Lectures on Faith, but I haven't found the answers I am looking for.  Maybe it is enough to pray and be willing to do what the Lord asks you to do, but it somehow doesn't like it.  I want to be able to tell my Heavenly Father I have done all I can, but how can I if I don't know what more I can do?

Wow

I just got a comment from someone who read my post about the leg warmers and all I can say is WOW!  For those of you who actually know me, you would know I wasn't trying to be unkind in any way to my grandparents.  I just re-read the post and I am not sure how this person could even think that.  I feel bad this person could only see something negative when I was trying to celebrate this gift I was given. 

I only opened my blog to comments because my family said they sometimes had things to say about what I wrote.  After the comment I read, I am taking the comments off.  My blog was supposed to be a safe place for me where I could feel free to express myself without the worry of judgemental comments from people who don't know me.

For the person who left that comment, I think the name was oliver, I am sorry you were offended by what I wrote.  I wish you would take the time to read my other posts and get a better sense of who I really am and the love I have for my family.  I may joke about things, but I revere my grandparents and love them more than can ever be expressed.  I would ask the next time you rush to conclusions and feel the need to chastise someone, you get to know them first.  You may be surprised by what you find.

Fantasy

I have this dream that brings a smile to my face just thinking about.  Someday, I want to have a room in my house called "The Texture Room."  I will be the only one who has a key, I may let a few people enjoy it with me but only a select group.  You may be thinking right now, what is a texture room?  Well, it is going to be the most magical place on Earth!  I am going to have velvet curtains to run my fingers over.  Delicious smelling, thick, plush carpet to lay on and rub my feet and hands all over.  When the carpet no longer smells new, I will replace it with brand new stuff (obviously, money will be no object).  That's not all, I am going to have a leather chair to sit on will I run my feet through various kinds of sand ranging from fine to coarse.  Yes, I will run my hands through it too.  I want chalk dust to play in, oh to grab a pinch and rub it in between my fingers.  It will be glorious!