I don't make the Rules,. . . God does.

I had an interesting week. As I look at what I was about most of this week I realize how important it is to stick to our standards as designed by the Lord and follow Him.

My friend Kay called me to see if I could go up to visit her and her cousin this week and help them get ready to move on Saturday. I had other commitments but thought I could work that visit in and perhaps have a place to stay instead of driving back and forth each day to Farmington. But things just kept coming up for me and I felt badly to not be up there to help out sooner than Friday, today.

I had some training Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I ended up riding with someone else and didn't have to consume gasoline with the whole burden each day. We took turns driving. I learned a lot and am so grateful to have been a part of the training.

Today, after class was over I drove straight to Kay's and her cousin, Mary Lee near Sugarhouse. Kay invited me to go eat after I went to pick her up from her work place. We chose Mimi's in Midvale, near 5300 South and State Street.

After dinner we went over to the house to help pack the rest of the kitchen. Her cousin's friend, and guest was staying over too. I didn't feel comfortable with the situation, and chose to drive back home and not stay over after all. I talked it over with Kay, and she had expressed her concern with them being there and had a non- married sleepover. I kept feeling it was not right for me to be there so left when we finished with our visit.

It felt like the right thing for me to do and leave. Kay had already told me and her cousin what she thought about it. Even so, the cousin is a non-member and leasing the house she was living in and like a sister to Kay. I know they told me his name, but for the life of me I can't recall his name. He is twenty years younger than her cousin from Honduras, doesn't work a steady job being undocumented and seems to take advantage of the situation. He was also bleary eyed intoxicated and reeked of cerveza or beer. He is what some would call a "gigolo," and uses women like hookers use men.

My friend Kay understood how and why I felt to leave and said several times she is looking for a place of her own as soon as she is on her feet. In the past the man has not stayed at the house when her cousin was out of town like when I was there before. She and I are still friends though regardless.

I was pleased to know Kay is getting active in her ward since her move to Salt Lake City. She also followed my suggestion to ask about getting her patriarchal blessing and will be attending a temple ready class. She wants to put her life in order and move forward after so many years.

I know she has always had a strong testimony of the Savior, and the church. Her LaKota Sioux roots are strong and she cherishes her membership and speaks of putting the traditions of her forefathers aside. She has the desire to help her tribal people on the reservation and I applaud her. She talked to me about how we can help her people to bring them change and hope. I am honored to be her friend and to be included in her future plans. We will let the Lord guide our paths and go where he wants it to go with it.

There will be more about this later and I'll take the possibilities one step at a time.

Perhaps this blog may sound somewhat judgmental today, but I really don't make the Rules, God does. It is so common for the world to live like that, but I am under a different umbrella being a member of the true Church, and choose to be steadfast and immovable.

I have an obligation to live what I believe and stand up for it. I just did that and felt no embarrassment in doing what is right and let the consequences follow. I decided it was best to Choose the Right.

Today is also June 27, 2008, a mostly uneventful day. And the anniversary of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith, and my youngest sister's birthday, so Happy Birthday, Linda! I called her and left a short message on her cell phone.