Hi all!

Super Great week! 

I'm sure that most of you are farmiliar with the story in the First book of Nephi about the Liahona For those of you that aren't Here's the scripture.

"And it came to pass that I, Nephi, beheld the pointers... that they did work according to the faith and diligence and heed which we did give unto them."  (1 Nephi 16:28)

Well, this past week, we discovered just how the "Liahonas" of our lives do actually work according to faith.

I was on exchanges this week one of the other sisters and I were going to contact a referral. I  had looked at the map the night before so that we wouldn't get lost or anything, and then the next morning we went about 10 minutes after we had left I realized that I had forgotten our map but it was no big because I knew how to get there and I remembered how to get there from the night before so we went. Long story short, half an hour later we were really lost. And then we found a lady. And she was elect. She asked US if we wanted her number and to meet. Her name is Faith. When we came home, we looked on the map to see where we had been. We were nowhere near where we thought. Which was strange because I had remembered distinctly that the address was by the Kievsky Mydon but apparently it wasn't so we were really puzzled. Apparently our map works according to Faith. We had a great Liahona experience trying to find her. Heavenly Father will get you where you need to be if you are willing to go there.

And then I saw these poems in Sister Wind's Letter and felt like I had to include them. The first poem is by William Ernest Henley, and the second is by Orson F. Whitney, and as cool as the first poem is, the second one is so much cooler. It's a rebuttal to the first one. 

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the terror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate, 
I am the captain of my soul. 

The Soul's Captain:
Art thou in truth? 
Then what of Him who bought thee with His blood? 
Who plunged into devouring seas
And snatched thee from the flood, 
Who bore for all our fallen race
What none but him could bear.
That God who died that man might live
And endless glory share.

Of what avail thy vaunted strength
Apart from His vast might?
Pray that His light may pierce the gloom
That thou mayest see aright.
Men are as bubbles on the wave,
As leaves upon the tree,
Thou, captain of thy soul; Forsooth,
Who gave that place to thee?

Free will is thine - Free agency, 
To wield for right or wrong;
But thou must answer unto Him
To whom all souls belong.
Bend to the dust that 'head unbowed'
Small part of life's great whole,
And see in Him, and Him alone,
The captain of thy soul. 

Love you all.
Сестра Граф