An important story and an even more important message

Yesterday in church (can we count this as yesterday's blog post? I'll post a yesterday Song of the Day too and even date it was yesterday so everything seems right in the world. Deal? Deal.) Anyway! Yesterday in church, the elder's quorum, relief society, young men and young women all met together in the third hour for a combined lesson since it was the fifth sunday of the month. The whole thing was rather impromptu and there was no plan for what was going to happen besides to watch this video that the youth had made for some sort of stake youth thang. So the lights go out, the video starts and after like 30 seconds I'm already tearing up. By the end of it, I was having a hard time. They did a really great job with the whole thing, so I'm posting it here for you all to watch. It's portraying the youth theme for this year, which is "Arise and Shine Forth, that thy light may be a standard for the nations" or something to that effect.

The whole meeting really got me thinking about this experience that I had a little while back while was still at school. I was struggling with making up my mind about what I was going to major in and eventually do with my life. No, not make up my mind - that entails that I was trying to decide between known options. I knew nothing, I had no direction, I had absolutely no clue where to even begin to narrow it down. Somehow, stressing over not knowing my major spiraled out of control till I was a whirling mess of emotion and depression. I considered myself a failure. So I thought I would pray. That seemed like the logical LDS answer, right? So I knelt down. I was going to pray. And I prayed. Let's just say that by the end of that night, I considered myself completely hopeless and a failure at everything, including being able to pray right. 

It wasn't pretty. 

After I told a very close friend of mine that I had a minor meltdown and what it was about, he brought me a quote that was exactly what I needed. EXACTLY. He doesn't know that he was the answer to my prayer. I was so thick-headed that God had to write down his answer and send it to me with my own personal angel (Who do I think I am?! gosh...)

Than the next Sunday, everything that happened and was taught in Relief Society was an answer to my prayer, a gift of comfort and words that I needed to hear. Time after time for the next week, I kept getting lessons and messages that drilled it into my head what Heavenly Father needed me to hear. Thank goodness He's patient with me...

What is the point of the story? 

My light was flickering. Hardcore. I had never struggled with my testimony as much as I did during this time. But these people: my friend, my teachers, my roommates, my Relief Society president - all shared their light with me. They didn't know it the majority of the time, they weren't even doing anything differently! But their lights were what brought strength back to mine. 

Moral: Live your life so that your light burns brightly. You never know when your light could reach to someone who is living on the outskirts of darkness or who are struggling to keep their flame alight. There are those, like I was, that are waiting to hear the words that will sooth their troubled hearts and it is up to us to provide them. We must share our light so that those who need it can come unto the light of Christ and be healed and comforted, forgiven and cleansed. 

It is up to us. So burn bright.