Sabbath day notes

Here's just some ideas from today's meetings, thoughts I had, and notes I came across as I keep plugging away as putting my physical house in order.

• Eternal life is a choice. Our choice. (2 Nephi 2:27)

• Ultimately we are the final judge at the judgment day. Kind of like when you have a temple recommend interview and are asked if you are worthy to have one. Our choices on this earth will affect where we eternally end up. In my opinion Christ isn't going to sit at the judge's bench in a long black robe and pronounce judgments of one kingdom or another. Instead, I think it will be more like a father/daughter interview where we sit together and discuss my life here on earth, and at the end of the discussion I will know where I belong without being told.
  
  
• Tithing is a commandment but also a choice. It is also a hard commandment for many to follow, especially when finances aren't in the best shape. It's easy to say I'll catch up next month, but so hard to do. When you make the decision to pay tithing, NOT KNOWING HOW YOU'LL MAKE ENDS MEET, that's when the blessings come. Blessings come after the trial. Like Malachi admonishes: PROVE THE LORD, try Him out and see if He won't send the blessings. Miracles happen when the Lord is involved.
  
  
• You can't borrow your way out of debt. (Proverbs 22:7)
  
  
• To get out of debt, to improve finances, pay more fast offerings, one that is a sacrifice to you. It isn't a sacrifice if it doesn't hurt and you make you stretch a little.
  
  
• We are commanded to love the Lord with all our heart, might, mind, and strength. Heart = emotionally, mind = mentally, might = spiritually, and strength = physically.
  
  
• We had home teachers for the first time in 5 years. I think my kids were a little unsure how to behave because the boys took off upstairs to play on the computer before I even realized they were gone. I had to apologize and get them back for the lesson which was on being a missionary. How thankful I am for home teachers.
  
  
• Nate partook of the wheat bread for the sacrament today and then kind of moaned. So I looked over and asked him what was wrong. He said, "It isn't white bread." My kids cherish any kind of white bread, so much that that's what we got them for Christmas . . . their own loaf of white bread.