Where?

Where can I turn for peace,
Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul.
Where, when my aching grows,
Where when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand
He, only One.

He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching,
In my Gethsemane,
Savior and Friend
Gentle the peace he finds
for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind
Love without end


I had the best Sunday yesterday. I felt the Spirit so strongly, I think it's this environment. 
I feel like the Church in Utah is so much less relatable because the people are more concerned with what they're wearing & who they're dating & other irrelevant stuff. Here, the cute little single's ward has like 45 members. & they come to church because they want to. 
(Although, I would NOT mind dating the gospel doctrine teacher, heee heee heeeee)


I'm happy.