(For the record, it's a picture of my glasses)
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Today I'm grateful for...
I thought that since I've been using so many words lately that it would be a nice change of pace to explain with pictures. Enjoy!
(For the record, it's a picture of my glasses)
(For the record, it's a picture of my glasses)
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Hard Work
I'm feeling a little long-winded right now, so buckle your seat belts; this is going to be a long (and hopefully enjoyable for you) ride.
I would like to share with you something that is personal, and yet, I feel is very pertinent to everyone's lives. It was something that was given to me in my patriarchal blessing:
"Remember that these blessings are contingent upon your willingness to work hard and stay close to your Heavenly Father."
These words have come to my mind on several occasions, and with good reason. One of the faults I have is that I love to sleep. I love lounging around, avoiding things that need to get done. I love finding excuses to not do things. Oh the power went out? Sweet, can't do my homework! Oh, my pencil broke? Man, guess I can't write this anymore. I am in constant awe of how lazy I am, especially since I have been thinking about how little formal education matters to me. (Okay for the record, I am not completely against formal education. I do like it. I like learning from teachers and having them help me discover things. However, it is definitely not all it's cracked up to be. I'm in it for the piece of paper. And for the awesome English Department Faculty at BYU-Idaho.) If I ever cross I teacher that I think is boring or not well organized, my attention and dedication is out the window. The classes I get the lowest grades in are always the easiest classes. They are the ones that I forget about the little discussion board post I'm supposed to have online by midnight. They are the ones that I think missing one assignment here and there will not be that big of a deal but eventually add up.
I had the opportunity to talk to my "other parents" (Bob and Gail Fletcher) who currently live in New Hampshire. A couple of summers ago (2007), I was blessed to be able to go and live with them for a whole month. I learned so much from them while in their care. I called them last Saturday to catch up with them, and I spoke with Bob about my thoughts on education. For the record, I would consider him one of the smartest people in my acquaintance. He is very well read, was a computer technician for many years, and knew just about everything about anything you can name. He is someone of whom I aspire to be like. That day we talked, he said, "Sylvia, I never got a degree past a high school diploma." I was in shock. I couldn't believe someone of his high intelligence would not have gone on to college. He proceeded to tell me that he went to 2 years of college before deciding that it wasn't worth his time to jump through the "University Hoops" anymore. He went to work as a computer programmer and did very well in his job. He told me, however, that because of this choice, he had to work a lot harder to convince the people he was working for that he deserved a raise or promotion or whatever would come along. There were other people going for that same job that did have bachelor's degrees that looked smarter because of it. "I was held back in a lot of things because I didn't have a piece of paper. I had more experience in the field, I had more knowledge on the subject, but they had a stamp of approval from a university, and for that, I had to explain my way through a lot of things. So even though it may not be worth it to you, it will be worth it to have that signature."
We then proceeded to talk about the course of action I should take while I was in college. He pointed out that I have been blessed and cursed with the ability to be a good test taker. I have always been able to do well on tests with minimal studying. Why cursed, do you ask? Well, it's the minimal studying part. I don't usually have to work hard to get the grade I want. Because of this, I haven't developed the same kind of work ethic that those who have to work hard to get good grades have. It's not that I can't work hard for a class. The classes that are hard for me I work hard in and put forth every effort I can because it means so much more to me to get an A in those classes than some junk generals class. It's the easy ones that get me. Getting a B in a class I was perfectly capable of getting an A in has helped me see this flaw more clearly. So what is the solution to my lack of motivation?
I asked Bob this very question and he gave me some good advice. He said, "Have you ever heard of the dilemma people face where they think 'Should I take the easy class and be bored but get an A or take the hard class and learn a lot and get a B?' My answer: Take the hard class and get an A. Show them what you're made of. And those A's will mean that you worked hard and learned a lot in the process." My motivation stems from doing something that other people think I shouldn't be able to do. The best A I got was the A in the English 325 class (junior-level class) I took my second semester here. I had to work hard. I had to go to a tutor. I had to study. But I got the hang of it. And those of you who know me well know how much I love grammar--that class was the class I learned it in. I am the TA for that class now (I am still not a Junior and I'm going to go teach it next Friday!). So the solution to my lack of motivation is to take the hard road.
A quote from Elder Richard L. Evans says something interesting about this subject:
We have the power. We have the opportunity to accomplish great things. We have been given time and choice to do with our time what we will. I can promise you blessings will come from our Heavenly Father if you choose to work hard and make good use of your time. So what will you choose to do with your time?
I would like to share with you something that is personal, and yet, I feel is very pertinent to everyone's lives. It was something that was given to me in my patriarchal blessing:
"Remember that these blessings are contingent upon your willingness to work hard and stay close to your Heavenly Father."
These words have come to my mind on several occasions, and with good reason. One of the faults I have is that I love to sleep. I love lounging around, avoiding things that need to get done. I love finding excuses to not do things. Oh the power went out? Sweet, can't do my homework! Oh, my pencil broke? Man, guess I can't write this anymore. I am in constant awe of how lazy I am, especially since I have been thinking about how little formal education matters to me. (Okay for the record, I am not completely against formal education. I do like it. I like learning from teachers and having them help me discover things. However, it is definitely not all it's cracked up to be. I'm in it for the piece of paper. And for the awesome English Department Faculty at BYU-Idaho.) If I ever cross I teacher that I think is boring or not well organized, my attention and dedication is out the window. The classes I get the lowest grades in are always the easiest classes. They are the ones that I forget about the little discussion board post I'm supposed to have online by midnight. They are the ones that I think missing one assignment here and there will not be that big of a deal but eventually add up.
I had the opportunity to talk to my "other parents" (Bob and Gail Fletcher) who currently live in New Hampshire. A couple of summers ago (2007), I was blessed to be able to go and live with them for a whole month. I learned so much from them while in their care. I called them last Saturday to catch up with them, and I spoke with Bob about my thoughts on education. For the record, I would consider him one of the smartest people in my acquaintance. He is very well read, was a computer technician for many years, and knew just about everything about anything you can name. He is someone of whom I aspire to be like. That day we talked, he said, "Sylvia, I never got a degree past a high school diploma." I was in shock. I couldn't believe someone of his high intelligence would not have gone on to college. He proceeded to tell me that he went to 2 years of college before deciding that it wasn't worth his time to jump through the "University Hoops" anymore. He went to work as a computer programmer and did very well in his job. He told me, however, that because of this choice, he had to work a lot harder to convince the people he was working for that he deserved a raise or promotion or whatever would come along. There were other people going for that same job that did have bachelor's degrees that looked smarter because of it. "I was held back in a lot of things because I didn't have a piece of paper. I had more experience in the field, I had more knowledge on the subject, but they had a stamp of approval from a university, and for that, I had to explain my way through a lot of things. So even though it may not be worth it to you, it will be worth it to have that signature."
We then proceeded to talk about the course of action I should take while I was in college. He pointed out that I have been blessed and cursed with the ability to be a good test taker. I have always been able to do well on tests with minimal studying. Why cursed, do you ask? Well, it's the minimal studying part. I don't usually have to work hard to get the grade I want. Because of this, I haven't developed the same kind of work ethic that those who have to work hard to get good grades have. It's not that I can't work hard for a class. The classes that are hard for me I work hard in and put forth every effort I can because it means so much more to me to get an A in those classes than some junk generals class. It's the easy ones that get me. Getting a B in a class I was perfectly capable of getting an A in has helped me see this flaw more clearly. So what is the solution to my lack of motivation?
I asked Bob this very question and he gave me some good advice. He said, "Have you ever heard of the dilemma people face where they think 'Should I take the easy class and be bored but get an A or take the hard class and learn a lot and get a B?' My answer: Take the hard class and get an A. Show them what you're made of. And those A's will mean that you worked hard and learned a lot in the process." My motivation stems from doing something that other people think I shouldn't be able to do. The best A I got was the A in the English 325 class (junior-level class) I took my second semester here. I had to work hard. I had to go to a tutor. I had to study. But I got the hang of it. And those of you who know me well know how much I love grammar--that class was the class I learned it in. I am the TA for that class now (I am still not a Junior and I'm going to go teach it next Friday!). So the solution to my lack of motivation is to take the hard road.
A quote from Elder Richard L. Evans says something interesting about this subject:
“Life offers you two precious gifts—one is time, the other freedom of choice, the freedom to buy with your time what you will. You are free to exchange your allotment of time for thrills. You may trade it for base desires. You may invest it in greed. …
“Yours is the freedom to choose. But these are no bargains, for in them you find no lasting satisfaction.
“Every day, every hour, every minute of your span of mortal years must sometime be accounted for. And it is in this life that you walk by faith and prove yourself able to choose good over evil, right over wrong, enduring happiness over mere amusement. And your eternal reward will be according to your choosing.
“A prophet of God has said: ‘Men are that they might have joy’—a joy that includes a fullness of life, a life dedicated to service, to love and harmony in the home, and the fruits of honest toil—an acceptance of the Gospel of Jesus Christ—of its requirements and commandments.
“Only in these will you find true happiness, the happiness which doesn’t fade with the lights and the music and the crowds.”We have the power. We have the opportunity to accomplish great things. We have been given time and choice to do with our time what we will. I can promise you blessings will come from our Heavenly Father if you choose to work hard and make good use of your time. So what will you choose to do with your time?
Friday, July 1, 2011
Learning Away from College
So seeing as today is July (according to my calculations, there was no June), I felt like an update was in order. I am home alone in my apartment this fourth of July weekend, and I am actually really loving it. I love my roommates. Don't get me wrong. They are so much fun to be with and talk to. In fact, sometimes we talk too much. But I have 2 (almost 3) engaged roommates, so it's not like they feel like hanging out with me all the time anyway. Thus, not having them here is a little relieving. No, I don't have to share the TV. Yes, I can take up the whole couch. Yes, I can play my music really loud whilst writing a blog post. And that brings us to where we are now. Welcome!
I want to talk about something that has been on my mind a lot lately, and that is education. Since I'm in college, I always like to take into consideration what I am learning and how it would apply to my life. Fortunately, I am taking classes (for the most part) that I really enjoy and can apply to my future career or life. I have to give a hand to the language department at BYU-Idaho. After 1 year of studying Spanish, I feel really competent. I write emails to people all in Spanish, order my food in Spanish, and sometimes go to a Spanish branch in Archer. The way the Language Department is set up is perfect for my brain. I understand that it may not be for everyone, but I am happy with how I have been taught. Not only this, but I get to go serve in Mexico for 4 months and solidify the Spanish I have been studying for the past year.
I am taking 2 English classes this semester, and I just like English in general. One of them is a General Education credit (Foundations, as it is called here)--it's an advanced critical thinking and writing course. That class is okay, but it's not my favorite. The class that I have grown the most in is my English 314 class--Advanced Literary and Research Analysis. It has really improved my writing. I have looked at certain pieces of literature much more closely. I have been enlightened by the literature that "everyone talks about." Take Emily Dickinson for example. Everyone knows who that is. But I never understood what the big deal was until I had to write a 5 page paper on one of her poems. That was so enlightening.
So as much as we all hate tests, writing papers, reading chapters out of books, is there any good in it? To an extent. I think if it is something you want to learn about, writing a paper about it can prove to be a good way to understand it better. In my English class last semester, we talked about how sometimes you don't really know what you think about something until you are forced to put it into words. I really believe that. When you want to articulate something, you have to phrase it just right so that you get the correct message across. And that includes thinking critically about it.
I do think, however, there is a lot of room for education outside of an institution. People in the old days didn't have formal education, and yet they are so much smarter than we are. How is it possible that they could be smarter than us when we are being educated for 12+ years? Many contributors to the literary canon educated themselves by mere reading. So that is the direction I am going now as well. I got a bunch of books that were recommended to me for my specific bad habits in writing. I have a problem with using words that I believe are synonyms, but they really aren't. I don't truly know the precise definition of some things, even though I've been using those words for years. For instance, one of the words I misplaced is association. What I really meant was connection. Can you see the difference between association and connection? If you are connected to someone, you have a closer relationship than if you are associated with them. Word precision is something I'm struggling with. So the medicinal book to fix this? Anything by Jonathan Swift (according to Brother Weeks, my mentor professor), especially Guliver's Travels. Brother Weeks says that Jonathan Swift uses some of the most precise language ever written. So why not go to the experts?
My education this semester has been so much more than just my classes. I have read a lot more than I usually do, and it has been very enlightening. I love reading, and I have come to appreciate the classics and understand why they are considered classic. They have something to give you everyday of your life. If you are living, you can apply the principles taught in these books. Can Transformers do that? Well, it may have some pretty awesome graphics, but it is superficial. It only scratches the surface while these books explore life and the inner workings thereof. So the challenge for the next month is this: Read a classic. Yes, it might be boring at first, but just give it a chance. There is a reason it's a classic, so go find out the reason for yourself! I know you won't regret it. You can do it!
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Cost of Idiocy
Boy am I grateful for my mom. She called me today and said, "I think you're getting overdrafted in your bank account. Would you mind looking and seeing how much money you have left in your checking account?" I did. Overdraft? Yes. Whose fault? My stupid thought: "We need to have a fetchin' DVD Player in our apartment so we can watch movies with friends!" Ay. I'm so happy that we have a DVD player, but instead of the $30 dollars I paid for it, I paid $60 on top of that in overdraft charges because I got excited. What a joke! I wouldn't buy a DVD player for $90! But looky here, I just did.
How many times do I neglect doing the little stuff, like checking my bank account and not going off of memory how much I have in there, and get really upset when things blow up? Well, if I had just looked for Pete's sake (or my own in this case, I suppose) I would have only paid $30 for a DVD player. Good grief I feel like an idiot.
So now I ask myself, what other things do I do just like that? Do I expect my body to run on 3 hours of sleep then get angry when I fall asleep in class? Do I expect my ipod to sing to me all the time then get upset when it dies? Stretching things to their limits all the time makes it so that I can't get anything done.
Lesson learned: check ups now save lots of money later!
How many times do I neglect doing the little stuff, like checking my bank account and not going off of memory how much I have in there, and get really upset when things blow up? Well, if I had just looked for Pete's sake (or my own in this case, I suppose) I would have only paid $30 for a DVD player. Good grief I feel like an idiot.
So now I ask myself, what other things do I do just like that? Do I expect my body to run on 3 hours of sleep then get angry when I fall asleep in class? Do I expect my ipod to sing to me all the time then get upset when it dies? Stretching things to their limits all the time makes it so that I can't get anything done.
Lesson learned: check ups now save lots of money later!
Monday, May 2, 2011
Rocks First, Then Sand
Spring Semester is the fun semester of the year. Homework can be done outside, games can be played, memories created. How wonderful it is to be living amongst friends during a warm time of the year! However, if schedules are too tight, that doesn't allow for any decent playing time. If you're just doing homework all the time, you're missing out on life! If you're just playing all the time, you're either worried the entire time that your homework isn't getting done, or you are going to flunk out of your classes! And who wants to pay $2,000 to play with your friends?
I, unfortunately, seem to have myself in such a predicament. Here I am, typing away at this blog when dozens of homework assignments are calling to be completed. Friends are aching to be spoken with and comforted. Employers are waiting to be doted upon. And yet, here I sit, still writing. How am I doing this, you ask? Well, it's all about the rocks and the sand.
The rocks and the sand change each day. Sometimes, I sit down and studiously do my homework because that is what needs to get done. Sometimes, my sweet roommate (who is unfortunately going through quite the rough patch right now) needs someone to listen to her. Sometimes, my brain is so fried that if I were to work on homework, it would take twice as long to accomplish it than if I did something recreational for a few minutes and then returned back to homework. But determining what comes first when is the tricky part. There is no possible way that I could sit and do homework while my friends hearts are aching inside, pain written all over their faces. But there is no way that I could talk to them for 10 hours each day and expect the Lord to help me get good grades. As much as I love talking and socializing a being there for people, sometimes the homework needs to get rock status.
So how do you discern that?
Well, you pray. The Lord understands each of our needs and desires, and He will help us be able to accomplish the things that He needs us to accomplish based on our desires. We are instruments in His hands. If Heavenly Father needs me to do homework for a class in order to serve a certain purpose down the line, homework wins. If Heavenly Father needs me to be there for a friend, friend wins. It is all about Him. From me right this moment, He needs the sanity of my brain and the calmness of my heart. The rest of the day will go a whole lot better if I have those two things.
It all hangs in the balance.
I, unfortunately, seem to have myself in such a predicament. Here I am, typing away at this blog when dozens of homework assignments are calling to be completed. Friends are aching to be spoken with and comforted. Employers are waiting to be doted upon. And yet, here I sit, still writing. How am I doing this, you ask? Well, it's all about the rocks and the sand.
The rocks and the sand change each day. Sometimes, I sit down and studiously do my homework because that is what needs to get done. Sometimes, my sweet roommate (who is unfortunately going through quite the rough patch right now) needs someone to listen to her. Sometimes, my brain is so fried that if I were to work on homework, it would take twice as long to accomplish it than if I did something recreational for a few minutes and then returned back to homework. But determining what comes first when is the tricky part. There is no possible way that I could sit and do homework while my friends hearts are aching inside, pain written all over their faces. But there is no way that I could talk to them for 10 hours each day and expect the Lord to help me get good grades. As much as I love talking and socializing a being there for people, sometimes the homework needs to get rock status.
So how do you discern that?
Well, you pray. The Lord understands each of our needs and desires, and He will help us be able to accomplish the things that He needs us to accomplish based on our desires. We are instruments in His hands. If Heavenly Father needs me to do homework for a class in order to serve a certain purpose down the line, homework wins. If Heavenly Father needs me to be there for a friend, friend wins. It is all about Him. From me right this moment, He needs the sanity of my brain and the calmness of my heart. The rest of the day will go a whole lot better if I have those two things.
It all hangs in the balance.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Spring is in the Air
*Inhale deeply* Yep, spring is coming. I can finally feel it.
Spring Semester at BYU-Idaho is always the best. It means doing homework outside, going to lakes and caves on the weekends, shooting guns, throwing frisbees, getting caught in huge rainstorms with the wind going 40 miles per hour, and having random adventures with your friends. It is the best time of year to be here, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. This picture here is of my friend Tony- he showed me how to throw knives today.
The great thing about having one semester end and another begin is that I feel like I can start all over again in the spring-time attitude. I feel fortunate that I get a fresh start right when the weather turns nice. There is something about blossoms and flower scent and warm weather that makes you want to change your life. I always feel like spring is the time when I can make changes in my life and drop all the baggage I have been carrying throughout the entire winter. What a relief it is when you can finally leave all the depression of winter behind and reawaken into spring. I love it!
So this is me, shedding off my suffocating coat of winter.
Ah, that's better. It's good to get that off. This upcoming week is finals week (for real this time, it's the big "turn in all your projects and take all your tests right..... NOW) and it will be good to have my spring attitude rather than my depressing winter attitude. I can do this! I will kick trash on my finals. No problem. Just gotta keep telling myself that. I'll see you on the other side of finals! (Then I'll really be in the spring mood.)
Spring Semester at BYU-Idaho is always the best. It means doing homework outside, going to lakes and caves on the weekends, shooting guns, throwing frisbees, getting caught in huge rainstorms with the wind going 40 miles per hour, and having random adventures with your friends. It is the best time of year to be here, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. This picture here is of my friend Tony- he showed me how to throw knives today.
The great thing about having one semester end and another begin is that I feel like I can start all over again in the spring-time attitude. I feel fortunate that I get a fresh start right when the weather turns nice. There is something about blossoms and flower scent and warm weather that makes you want to change your life. I always feel like spring is the time when I can make changes in my life and drop all the baggage I have been carrying throughout the entire winter. What a relief it is when you can finally leave all the depression of winter behind and reawaken into spring. I love it!
So this is me, shedding off my suffocating coat of winter.
Ah, that's better. It's good to get that off. This upcoming week is finals week (for real this time, it's the big "turn in all your projects and take all your tests right..... NOW) and it will be good to have my spring attitude rather than my depressing winter attitude. I can do this! I will kick trash on my finals. No problem. Just gotta keep telling myself that. I'll see you on the other side of finals! (Then I'll really be in the spring mood.)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
His Eye is on the Sparrow
Oh beloved March. You bring warmth to Rexburg (warmth meaning a couple of degrees above freezing... yay!), the nearness of the end of the semester, and March Madness! No, this is not the basketball March Madness--which I heard all about the guy getting kicked off of the BYU team for an honor code violation--this is the March Madness where you read the entire Book of Mormon in the month of March. It's something I try to do every year, and it has really blessed my life. This read-through of the Book of Mormon helps me piece all of the stories together, while reading it throughout the year helps me pull out deep doctrine. I like both ways, and it's refreshing to just plow through the Book of Mormon once in a while.
Lately I have been feeling a little lonely. It's not that I don't have a wonderful family to support me, or an incredible roommate to help me as well, but I just felt alone for some reason. I don't have any idea what caused this, but March Madness has come through for me again. I came across a scripture in 2 Nephi 4:26-28 that reads,
"...if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions? And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, and why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy? Awake my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and no more give place for the enemy of my soul."
These scriptures feed my soul. It may be because I'm an English major, but these words have so much meaning behind them. I can honestly say that my soul has lingered in the valley of sorrow. Linger is such a good word for this feeling--you think to yourself, "You know, I could leave if I want, but I think I'll linger just a little longer." I have totally felt that before. "I could be happy if I really put forth an effort, but I think I'll linger in the 'valley of sorrow' a little longer." How dull!
Do we ever get caught up in the excuse of, "it's okay this one time, I'm human anyway,"? Yes, we are all human. We all make mistakes. But we can't let that deter us from trying to be better each day. I am not saying we need to be perfect. I am saying we should be getting better as we gain more experience. This is something I have struggled with, so don't worry, I'm not judging.
I am so grateful for the scriptures and for the truths they contain. I am so grateful that I have the ability to truly dig deep and study them for myself and still not find a single discrepancy within the scriptures that cannot be answered. It is so comforting to know that there is a book out there that I can rely on to help me get through the day more happily. I know that the Book of Mormon is the most correct book and can bring a man closer to God than any other book. It is something I cherish greatly.
I'd like to close with the lyrics of a song I love called "His Eye is on the Sparrow"
"Why should I feel discouraged?
Or why should the shadows come?
Oh why should my heart feel lonely,
and long for Heaven and home?
For Jesus is my portion;
a constant friend is He.
His eye is on the sparrow,
and I know He watches over me."
Lately I have been feeling a little lonely. It's not that I don't have a wonderful family to support me, or an incredible roommate to help me as well, but I just felt alone for some reason. I don't have any idea what caused this, but March Madness has come through for me again. I came across a scripture in 2 Nephi 4:26-28 that reads,
"...if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions? And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, and why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy? Awake my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and no more give place for the enemy of my soul."
These scriptures feed my soul. It may be because I'm an English major, but these words have so much meaning behind them. I can honestly say that my soul has lingered in the valley of sorrow. Linger is such a good word for this feeling--you think to yourself, "You know, I could leave if I want, but I think I'll linger just a little longer." I have totally felt that before. "I could be happy if I really put forth an effort, but I think I'll linger in the 'valley of sorrow' a little longer." How dull!
Do we ever get caught up in the excuse of, "it's okay this one time, I'm human anyway,"? Yes, we are all human. We all make mistakes. But we can't let that deter us from trying to be better each day. I am not saying we need to be perfect. I am saying we should be getting better as we gain more experience. This is something I have struggled with, so don't worry, I'm not judging.
I am so grateful for the scriptures and for the truths they contain. I am so grateful that I have the ability to truly dig deep and study them for myself and still not find a single discrepancy within the scriptures that cannot be answered. It is so comforting to know that there is a book out there that I can rely on to help me get through the day more happily. I know that the Book of Mormon is the most correct book and can bring a man closer to God than any other book. It is something I cherish greatly.
I'd like to close with the lyrics of a song I love called "His Eye is on the Sparrow"
"Why should I feel discouraged?
Or why should the shadows come?
Oh why should my heart feel lonely,
and long for Heaven and home?
For Jesus is my portion;
a constant friend is He.
His eye is on the sparrow,
and I know He watches over me."
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