Sunday has Come!

So this last week had been a very hard one. (if you couldn't tell by my last post) Yet Heavenly father is amazing at knowing when things are going to happen and the exact moment we need help. Teaching at the MTC has been a soul saving activity this week. Those missionaries are amazing and have power to teach. The title i chose for this post refers to a talk by Elder Wirthlin of the Twelve. It is one of my favorites. This week has been a reawakening for me. a coming to myself if you will. I feel like i have found part of myself that i had lost and could not find for quite sometime. It is quite refreshing to be back. Sometimes hard times are the only way to bring these occurances to pass. As Elder Holland says, we all must spend a couple minutes in gethsemanie, we all must walk a couple steps up the hill of calvary. But these experiences, if taken in a humble way are what can bring us down to our knees so that we can experience this change. So when things get ruff, do what you know you should do. the small things. Don't get angry or frustrated. Just look for God's will in all things. Because Sunday will come, no matter how dark our Fridays, Sunday will come!

The Love of a Mother

Have you ever felt that you would never smile completely sincere again. Have ever felt that you entire being is shaken by one event. When you thought that you had come to a plateau after a long fall only to find that the surface you were standing on was not as firm as you thought. I'm sure most of you could answer yes to those questions. I guess it comes when change is necessary. When your dreams, you find, are not as real as they seamed. But the realization hurts. The humbling hurts. The sheer fact that you have to get up and face the reality that is today and not the dream that was yesterday hurts.
So, what do you do?

There is no words that can quell the constant burn inside. No instant solution. One must continue on in their daily life living as it were in the nightmarish daydream. And eventually, the pain will ease. the hurt will be forgotten, or at least buried in a shallow grave. There is no cure for the broken heart, in whatever circumstances that the tear might happen. On my mission I experienced this. And after my experiences, I thought that I could weather broken dreams with a more relative ease. Yet Life has a way of taking what you thought you had learned and putting it back in your face for reexamination. And i have found myself facing exactly that.
But I am not alone. I count myself in good company. Humanity as a whole experiences these hard times. And it is truly touching when one of those souls connects with another to share their pain. Not to counsel, not to criticize, and not to point out how their better off now. But just to hold the person in their arms and cry with them. I am thankful for a Mother with a full heart and understanding mind. She is my Hero. I only wish i can do for others what she has done for me today.... P.cox

And Thus it Begins...

so i was looking for something to do that was interesting. And being so inspired methought that my mind was enlightened and i came across an idea... it kindof went a little like this: "everyone else has cool blogs, why dont i do one too?" so with such grand beginnings thus is the birth of the CoxSpot. (i thought it was a cool name) i've yet to come up with an idea of exactly what im going to put here but... im sure that will come to me in time. for now i can keep everyone up to date with what i am up to. or at least attempt at the realization of that dream. so welcome to the child of my creativity... hopefully it will become more creative over time...
yours truly..... p.cox