I think I have a problem

So, we are told to bear our testimonies publicly in order to strengthen them and hopefully those around us. Today, as I sat in Sacrament, I was overcome with a multitude of thoughts. Line upon lines were just racing through my mind about anything and everything. If you know me, when I get in this mood, I'm able to write my best. I can write my true emotions without second guessing myself and it just flows so well. Well, with no computer near, I pull out my journal and start writing. I think I filled up about four pages. I would see new people stand up, bear testimonies, and sit down, and I would only say "Amen" after everyone finished but not actually take what they said to heart as fully as I should be. I was so interwoven with my journal and what I was writing. It was magnificent.

At one point, I had written a final line in my journal and it read "potential". I glance up at the clock and see there are about 5 minutes before they "close" testimonies. At this point my heart had started racing. It would've jumped right out of my chest if I let it. I knew the spirit was telling me to get up there. For what message? I didn't know, and looking back I still don't know.

I get up, journal next to my heart, and walk up to behind the podium. It turns out I was the 2nd to last person. I wait my turn, take my place behind the microphone, open my journal, and stare at the four full pages of thoughts I had just released. Then I look at the end of them and see that word again. My testimony began with DJ & Casey. Within the last few weeks, they both sent home in their emails a very similar message. They both reflected on becoming a man and being the best they can be at thsi time in their lives. Now, these two boys are two of the greatest friends I've ever had. I value what they have to think very highly. I then continue to share a quote that I've written on here before, about how Heavenly Father won't settle for less because of the potential He sees in us. I go on to stumble over my words. I think I made eye contact with the audience once or twice. I had so many things flying back and forth and I couldn't complete a sentence to save my life. I ended up muttering something about how I know we can arise to this potential with the help of our Father, and that He wants us to be happy.

Here's the funny part. When I returned to my seat, Whitney turns my way and said good job. There's a short pause, and then she states "You really need to blog, don't you?"

Apparently, she could see that I had millions on my mind. I just hope whatever I said helped someone in that Sacrament today. The spirit said to get up. Whether it was for me or for someone else, I'm sure I'll see the benefits and blessings in someone's life soon. I know that to be true.