I Will Not Be Still

Last week, I went to the baptism of a friend of mine. She is eight years old, and quite possibly the funniest person I have ever met in my life. Before this experience, I hadn't been to a "live" baptism in years. It was such an amazing experience. I don't think I've ever been so excited for someone else. My face was seriously about to split from the huge smile that wouldn't go away. Right before her dad baptized her, he came up to her older brother (who was sitting next to me at the time) and asked him if he wanted to come be a witness. The look on my dear friend's face as he walked up to witness his baby sister's baptism was so priceless... Watching a family have this experience, it was amazing! It got me so fired up!

More and more of my dear friends (and some that aren't quite so dear) have been receiving their mission calls, becoming elders, and submitting their papers. I'm feeling a little bit of mission-envy. But it's all right! I can definitely wait three more years. Less than that, now, actually! Every time I see one of  "my boys" preparing for or leaving for a mission, it makes me happier than almost anything else. I honestly am having a hard time containing my excitement for them. One of my best friends is submitting his papers next week... I went to the temple with said friend this week, and I felt a huge surge of joy as he was talking about it. He just became an elder, and he's even more excited about it than I am. (Which is saying a lot!)

There's this song that I rediscovered on an old EFY cd this week. It's been getting under my skin. I love this gospel. It makes me happy. Doesn't that mean I'm supposed to share it? It doesn't matter if I can't express my thoughts well. He'll help me out, if I try!

I've never been the kind to testify,
I don't have the words his truth deserves.
But it's a simple thing he asks:
A worthy heart and willing hands.
He says if I'll make the choice,
He'll help me find my voice.

He calls me to serve and I cannot fail him,
The one who has given me all that I have.
I place my trust in him alone,
He knows the yearnings of my soul.
Because he believes in me,
I will go willingly...

How can I keep this gift to myself
When I can lift somebody else?
I am a witness of his miracles and his mercy
I put my future in his hands
Knowing he's made me all I am
When I put my faith in him, the truth begins to
speak
His power is real; it moves me until I will not be
still

Lifting the hands that hang down in sorrow
Strengthening knees that bend in despair
Reaching the hopeless hearts who do not know His love
Seeing their lives begin to change
I know I'll never be the same

How can I keep this gift to myself
When I can lift somebody else?
I'll be a witness of his miracles and his mercy
I put my future in his hands
Knowing he's made me all I am
I put my faith in him, and truth begins to
speak
His power is real; it moves me until
I will not be still.

His power is real.
I trust in his will.
I will not be still.

Sure, I'm a little jealous that my male friends get to put their papers in already. But just because I have to wait a couple of years before I go on a full-time mission, that doesn't mean I can't start sharing the news now. "How can I keep this gift to myself?" I can't.

It may be cheesy, but I really am so excited.