My B-side

The Church- What I Like Best

I couldn’t concentrate. Fallafuh’s were floating through the air, thick as oxygen. I wanted to scream, I feel suffocated by ignorance in these moments. Who desires knowledge of Hawaiian gibberish anyway? Not I. Out the door I went, hoping my abrupt exit would not offend my clap trapping roommate. I needed a river... a place to sit on the bench and read. But there are no rivers here, Ive already looked. So I settled for T-5 common’s room. At 1 a.m. I was shocked to find the room occupied. Most BYU kiddies are in bed at this hour. Nevertheless, there we were; just me, Elle, and Elle’s boyfriend (on the cell phone). I didn’t mind…at least she was speaking English.

I became engulfed in my reading (Doctrine and Covenants) for quite some while. I decided to take a much needed rest once I broke from doctrine and hit a history section. I couldn’t help but overhear Elle’s conversation. She was apparently reading the boy scriptures. I listened intently as questions were answered and ideas proposed. I went back to my own studies, but it was all pretend. Not one word of it could process in my head; I was too enthralled by that which was going down just 5 feet (and more so a thousand miles) away. I found myself in silent prayer. I wanted so much for this boy to soften his heart, to know the truth, to trust his loved one, to feel it. I wanted these things not for her, but for him. So that he may be blessed in ways that she has been…in ways that I have been.

posted by Melissa at 02:43