By Lydia Anderson
The war rages on without any consideration of the warrior. Broken and bloodied soldiers seek respite as wounds slowly heal. Unsure of when the next attack will come, all they have left is hope of divine deliverance.
I was engrossed in this story just a few months before I turned 20. Rereading the account of The Stripling Warriors was the first time I remember feeling hungry to read The Book of Mormon. In the past, I used the war chapters as a selling point as to why people should give the scriptures a chance. (It had action AND inspiration!) This experience though--this was totally different.
By Kimerly Biesinger
Ever since I was little, I wanted to go somewhere far away for college. But not just anywhere far away, I wanted to go BIG! At the beginning of my senior year, I decided I wanted to attend Yale University. You may have heard of it? Ivy League, Connecticut, kind-of-a-big-deal?
I prayed and studied for years to come to this decision. Yale was my personal dream and I felt that my answer from heaven was yes, so I went for it! Outside of my family, though, there were only about four people who actually believed I could get in. They were right, though. Those schools don’t admit anyone. Besides, very few students from Utah are admitted into the Ivy League, let alone from my high school! When my early application was deferred I was not surprised. Completely heartbroken, but not surprised.
I was so confused! Why had God given me the desire to do something so great, made me feel good about going through with it, and then denied me the opportunity? I knew that God had the power to get me in to school, but I don’t know why he didn’t.
By Lydia Anderson
My vision board was covered in dreams I didn’t believe in.
My heart also longed to make a difference. Sentimental Christmas movies and assigned readings taught me that a lot of people had broken hearts. Being human meant being susceptible to things like cancer, poverty, and injustice. I found a few volunteer opportunities nearby, but... I was “too young” to drive that far. What could a kid do anyways?
These things were definitely the desires of my soul, but “too young” was the doubt that prevented me from even approximating these goals.
“Too young” is a thief.
White, sunny beaches and European castles decorated my fantasies and I definitely wanted to explore the world. Travel, though, cost money and I felt too young to leave the country alone. Plus, few jobs gave fourteen year olds a chance. After a couple failed searches, I resigned to a state of pitiful hopelessness. Maybe one day (when I was older) I’d be able to see the world.