Rain

Rain

A girl sits outside

Huddled against the wall

As the rain pours down

Not feeling the cold wind outside

Or the wet drops hitting her skin

She doesn't care that her hair is wet

Or her clothes soaked

She feels the rain no one sees

The fierce wind that chills her soul

Teardrops bleeding from her heart

Thundering words being repeated in her mind

Her only comfort is hoping

Someday, somehow

The rainbow will come into her heart

JOSEPH SMITH

Humble boy, turned humble man,

Seeking for truth, Restoration began.

Always staying true, Hated by his peers,

He trusted God and overcame all his fears.

Bringing forth a special book,

Persecution he meekly took.

Teaching truths our prophet and guide,

For his testimony he willingly died.

We speak of him with admiration.

We sing with love and exultation.

He was an example of the Anointed One,

Our Father’s Only Begotten Son.

Both came to fulfill the Father’s plan,

And bring God’s word to every man.

We too must spread their words abroad,

And help show others the way to God.

-Tiffany Goodson

"Who was he?" the woman asked while staring at the ground.

"Tom Jones" a man replied, "he lived around the corner."

"What was he like?"

"I'm afraid I don't know."

"Where are his family and friends?"

Sadly the man looked down, "He didn't have any."

"Where did he work? What did he do for fun: In his thirty-seven years hadn't he touched anyone?"

"I'm sorry to say, I don't know a thing. He never said, hi, or came out of his house. He didn't do anything for himself or for others, at least not that I know of."

"This is so sad. As we put him in the ground we have nothing to say about the poor little man."

"Yes, the fact that he died does not prove that he lived."

Shooting Stars

All of these stars, how could He possibly number them all? How could He have created all these thousands of beautiful stars? As I look at them very closely, they are each and every one just a little bit different. No two are exactly alike. Yet, each one has their place, their spot in the enormous sky. A world that has no limit, no end, yet they shine on each doing their part to light up the sky. Some shine brighter than others. They have realized their worth and have the confidence to show that to the world each and every night. However, some are still struggling to find their identity, their spot in the universe. Always wanting something better, something more. Then suddenly one darts across the sky trying to get to that better place, only to realize it isn't what they expected. So, again they shoot across the sky still aiming for that one spot in heaven they think is perfect for them, only to find they again did not belong. Across the sky they fly from place to place never being truly filled, until one day they finally stop to rest, and look around to discover that this is it. The perfect place in heaven. The one meant just for them. Only little did they know that they were back to where they first began. Back to the spot God himself and originally placed them.

He knows. Yes, there is a God up there who knows us better than we know ourselves. If we would only trust in Him we will find the love He has for us. Then we will see the perfect place He has chosen for us to be is more exquisite than we could have ever imagined.

The Real You

You're sitting alone, feeling out of place,

Looking ahead at the challenges you face.

Trying to discover your worth,

Don't you remember you lived before Earth?

Open your eyes

Look deep inside

Shut out the fear

And it's Me that you'll hear

You're beautiful and bright

You're full of God's light

Open your eyes

Look deep inside

And you'll be led to

The Real You

So many choices, not sure what to do

Others see potential, but you can't find it in you.

Peel back the doubt, Life up your chin

Trust in God, and have faith within.

Journey's not over, uncertainty lies ahead

The adversary would have you be mislead.

Life's up's and down's may make you forget,

Listen to your heart, don't give up yet.

Open your eyes

Look deep inside

Shut out the fear

And it's Me that you'll hear

You're beautiful and bright

You're full of God's light

Open your eyes

Look deep inside

And you'll be led to

The Real You!

The Door

You stand at the door and knock,

Waiting for me to let you in.

How do I undo this lock?

I don’t know where to begin.

I pull at the door and pry,

Looking around I try every key.

It won’t open, I wonder why?

Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

I try and do what I should,

Your word I study and obey.

I’d open the door if I could,

I just don’t know the way.

You stand at the door and knock,

Waiting for me to let you in.

How do I undo this lock?

I don’t know where to begin.

--Tiffany Goodson

A Missed Flight

“Two minutes, I can’t believe I missed the flight by two minutes!” frustrated Emily waited in line to exchange her tickets for the next flight home. Her mind wandered to why she was even here, fighting the crowds in the St. Louis Airport. A mandatory meeting for all the top designers in her company had been held in New York City. She had begged them to allow her to miss this one, but they wouldn’t budge. Luckily, she was able to schedule an earlier flight home than the rest of the company; it would put her home just in time.

“Next!”

Dragging her bags behind her Emily approached the stout man behind the counter and read his nametag. “Hi Ralph, I missed my connection can I exchange these for the next flight to LA?”

Ralph methodically pecked at the keyboard in front of him, “Ok, next one out to Los Angeles will be tomorrow night.”

“What?” questioned Emily, “The schedule shows one leaving at 3 o’clock this afternoon.”

“Nope, all booked up. Would you like me to process this for the one tomorrow?”

“No, this can’t be happening. I’ve got to get home! The wedding is tomorrow. No, this isn’t right…check again”

Annoyed that this lady wasn’t listening; Ralph shifted his weight around, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I haven’t got anything going your way until tomorrow night it’s as simple as that.”

“This can’t be! Sara, my only daughter is getting married. I have to be there. I’m the mother for crying out loud! Oh, I can’t believe this! No, this isn’t really happening. I, I just have to be on that plane,” Emily stammered, panic evident in her voice, “Please you don’t understand. If I’m not there who is going to fix her hair, and make sure her dress looks just perfect. Who will hold her hand when the nerves kick in and…and…NO! I HAVE TO BE ON THAT PLANE!”

Caught off guard by her sudden outburst Ralph took a step back behind the counter, “Ma’am, I really am sorry for the inconvenience but unfortunately there just isn’t anything I can do. All flights to Los Angeles are booked until 7 o’clock tomorrow night.”

Overwhelmed by emotion Emily continued her plea, “Sir, I am begging you. I will do anything. I’ll pay more, however much it takes, just find a way to get me on that plane now!”

“I wish there were more I could do, but there isn’t. I’m sorry.”

Defeated Emily sunk down into the first seat she could find. Tears began welling up as she pulled out her cell phone to deliver the horrible news to her daughter. Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she saw a young woman dressed in a bikini top, shorts, and flip-flops.

“Here,” She said, handing Emily one first class ticket to LA leaving at 3 p.m. today. “I couldn’t help overhearing. Your daughter needs you now, the beach can wait for me.”

Shocked and ecstatic, Emily jumped up and hugging her as tightly as she could cried, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!” Smiling from ear to ear, she grabbed her bags and headed for the plane.