Desperate Times cause for Desperate Bloggings...

So.. I know you are all just DYING to figure out how surgery went and stuff...but I will blog about that later. In fact, if you have any questions, just call and ask right now...but I definitely have something else to try and figure out. So I have this nurse, right?....I haven't talked to her much at all, her name is Laci and she seems really really nice. She is actually the nurse tech for the night. She recently walks in, to empty my catheter and much to her dismay, there is like...nothing...in there, and it's been about 6 hours since it was last emptied. No wonder I feel like I have to go to the bathroom sooo bad, anyway, thats off topic. So she's in here checking that, and as she tries to figure out what the deal, she says, "are you from here in Omaha?" I answered, "no, about 45 minutes south of here in a town called Nehawka." She then proceeded to say that I looked really really familiar and the asked what church I belonged to. A little thrown back by the question, I said, "I am LDS" (not really thinking she'd know what LDS meant...'cos most people don't) and she was like "ok, that is probably it. I grew up LDS, I was in the council bluffs ward, my mom is in the Stake Young Women's presidency. So, I asked her "grew up LDS? Do you not attend anymore?" She stated she doesn't go anymore, but she attended BYU-I right out of high school. She didn't seemed too overly excited that she went there, so I asked her if she didn't like it. She said, "it was good, I just didn't like the environment and I realized that I went there because that is where my parents wanted me to go." I told her I was attending there in April, and that I was really excited to go, so she asked what I was majoring in, I answered with Psychology. She then said that she thinks one reason she didn't enjoy BYU-I was because she didn't know what she wanted to major in or anything and she just felt like she was wasting time and money...
Ok... so... could this be a reason I'm here right now? Could I possibly help one of Heavenly Father's children come back to him? I want to help out sooo much, but I don't know how. She seems reluctant in talking about it too much, and I don't want to 'push' the subject to much since she is already 'pushing' it away. I told her that my brother (whom was sitting in the chair at the moment) attends church at the Young Single's Adult Ward in Council Bluffs, and they'd be really excited to have her. She said, "I work every weekend and I have school all throughout the week, so I don't really have time." I wish I could get her to understand the blessings that come from the gospel. Do you think she realizes how important this life, here on earth, is? What do I do or say to help out? I said a prayer for guidance, so I know Heavenly Father will help me as long as I'm listening. I've said everything that has popped into my head to say, so far...it just doesn't seem to be working and she seems to really be pushing the thought of church, out of her head. I hope one day, she will come to realize the importance of the gospel and the blessings that are given to us and promised us if we live how He has asked us to live. I just hope and pray...that MAYBE I said something that or maybe she felt something that will get her thinking...get her wondering about the church again and have that desire to build her testimony back up and receive all those marvelous blessings from our loving Heavenly Father...I really hope...

T'was the night before...

T'was the night before the surgery and all through the halls...not a creature was stirring, not even the... ok.. I don't really know where I was going with that. So, it is currently 2:00 am, and I am lying in my hospital bed, typing my very first blog ever. I am patiently awaiting for the time to come when they decide to take me away and put me in a deep sleep... Am I nervous? Oh, heck yes I am! But that is ok.. this procedure should make things better. Even though I'm kinda nervous, scared, anxious, whatever you want to call it, I know it'll all work out how Heavenly Father wants it to. :) So... they come whisk me away around 2:30 this afternoon, the procedure is supposed to start at 3:30. To be honest... I'm kinda ready for this, to an extent... all the times I was hospitalized last year, they kept telling me and telling me that they were thinking about doing surgery, and at the last minute, they would change their minds. Apparently it just wasn't my time yet... Well I have currently been in this hospital for 9 days; being poked and prodded at everyday at all hours...I think it is finally time. As I write this and listen to this wonderful, spiritual music, I get this sense of 'calming' feeling. I know that things will all turn out how they are supposed to. I received a blessing by my father at the beginning of the hospitalization and it stated 'bless the Dr.'s that they may be guided to do what is best' or something like that. Needless to say.. I know they will be guided, and it's great to know that Heavenly Father is always there watching out for us. So now, as I head to bed and sleep away these few hours left before I go under the knives, I know I can sleep peacefully with that amazing Spirit is burning deep within my heart. I love you all!