A Good Day!

Look what I found on my front step. Yummy! My favorite. Salted Caramel Hot chocolate. That made my day. Everyone loves getting surprises. That just made my morning on this cold wet day. Now to keep the momentum. I get to chat with a good friend today and make good choices. I choose to be happy today. I choose to pass it on. Do you remember the show Evan Almighty. I thought it was pretty cute. God told Evan to build an ARK. Now that is a hard task to build an ARK. Later on we find out that all of us are asked to build an ARK ( acts of random kindness). We do all have the task to build. So I'm going to start doing what I have been asked. Acts of Random Kindness. It can be anything from a text ed saying " have a good day" to little notes in the mail ( who does not like little notes) or like an angel this morning, dropping off a Starbucks at someones front door. OK world, watch out here comes an ARK. Ahhh, now that you all know, forget that it was me who told you. And don't be surprised if you get something. Duh. Now I've really told everyone. Man I hope Jedi mind tricks work over the Internet. HAHAHA!


As you can see the chocolate did not last long. YUMMY!

The power of sisters.

Everyone should have sisters. I love mine, they are kind, thoughtful, spiritual, loving, silly, warm, sometimes fuzzy and always know what to say. I have had great moments with my sisters. Since moving away from them I have had a void. But I must say that I now have found a whole handful of sisters. These women would drop everything to help, they would cry with me, laugh with me, sometimes laugh at me. ( I'm not very graceful) I love my new sisters just like the sisters that live so far from me. I had an experience with one the other day. She sent me a beautiful talk. It was truly amazing and I was touched that she thought of me. I knew the talk was for me, for in the first few sentences my favorite scripture was quoted. How beautiful and lovely the mysteries of God are. She is a very inspired women. With all that is happening in her life she has time to think of me. She is a dear friend and sister.
As I was thinking about sisters, I was thinking about trees. I know totally random. I was thinking about the little trees that sometimes I see that are growing in the strangest places. I'm sure that you have seen them. The ones growing from cracks in rocks. Growing in the middle of wind and sun scorched deserts. The ones that grow where it would be impossible to grow. I was thinking that I was like those little strange trees. All alone growing in the most impossible climates, on the steepest cliffs. Well I opened my eyes. I was not a lone little tree. Struggling to find purchase in the environment I was given. No, I'm in the middle of a forest. My roots have been in tangled with the other trees around me. I thought about that. My roots are not reaching for purchase in sandy soil, rocky terrain. My roots are reaching for security and safety in the roots of the other trees around me. That is way when the winds and torments of the weather arise forests don't move, yet lone trees sway and break, and ultimately die. I opened my eyes and saw all the sisters standing round me. They are the trees that I'm talking about. I'm in a forest of strong, amazing and spiritual women. I'm in a forest of regal saints that I get to call sister. Their roots are strong. Their roots have knit together through service, prayer, laughter, tears, heartache and joy. I don't stand alone, I stand in the presence of giants. I'm intertwining my roots. When the storms of life rage around I know that I will not be blown over. I am in a forest of strong women, my roots may not be as deep as others right now but we are weaved together and together we will weather life. My mother, my sisters, my sister friends they stand by and give support. Not to forget the amazing man who stands by me and has grown with me this far and forever. He is my greatest support, my greatest cheerleader, my greatest friend. I opened my eyes and saw his. I'm so thankful for all the Lord has placed in my forest. Thank you.

P.S. I have not read the book that is the picture. Sorry

Had a great day yesterday!

So I thought that I would write this earlier in the morning so that I don't forget my epiphany. A couple things before I rain beauty and clearer understanding in your life this morning. ( HAHA ya right, it's more like you already know things and a mud puddle, but it seemed clear to me). So to start things off, I made my bed. Yes you heard me I made my bed. Now for some of you that is no big deal. For some of us who may have some morning get going struggles. This is a huge accomplishment. It's so easy to leave the bed unmade, so that when you feel down or sad you can just crawl back in, pull the covers over your head and try to forget that the world outside is still turning. Having a made bed takes more effort to get into. Try it for your self. Then you will understand. There is some kind of beauty that comes from a made bed. It's like you got something together even when things are falling out of the sky around you. So YAY me, my bed is made. Now onto the meat of the post.
I had a great day yesterday. Gator Girl invited me for lunch. It was fabulous. She is so talented at making things look so pretty, and effortless. Not to mention she is fabulous and gorgeous and just brings sunshine in your life. You know one of those people that they just have to smile at you, not even say a word and your day is so much brighter. Well, we did lunch. It was so fun. I had no animals from the zoo with me. It was just Sandy time. No mommies were in sight. ( I love being a mommy, but sometimes we need a break.) She made a fantastic lunch, so tasty and the conversation was inspiring and life changing. To me it seemed like the worlds problems were solved. Of course we figured out how to end world hunger, how to achieve world peace and do all great things in the world and still look fabulous and accessorized. Haha, naw but to me it changed things. Our conversations were inspired and it made me look back and contemplate some things. One, I adore so many people. I find strength in seeing the wonderful strength in other people. In knowing what wonders they perform, no matter how great or small. Was just in awe of some of the great women that we both love. They are meek and humble sisters. I love them
Two, I need to look into the mirror and see what my Heavenly Father sees. This is a hard task. I would love to black out a mirror and just leave a strip visible. A strip where when you look in the glass all you see are the beautiful eyes looking back. None of the other stuff we fill our heads with, just the eyes. And I really want to look. Study those eyes, let the eyes study me back. Truly our eyes are the windows to our souls. If we can get past all the "fluff" that we surround ourselves with. All the nonsense and noise, I'm sure that our eyes will tell us things that our brains don't understand. I'm sure they will tell us and show us where we came from. The glorious life we had before earth, learning at our Savior feet. I'm sure that they would tell us of the strength and power that we possess. I'm sure that they would show us that we are literally daughters of a King and that we are entitled to all that He has. I'm sure those eyes would shake the enemy that we all have waiting to destroy us at every turn. There is much power in our eyes, we just ( OK I just) have to learn to get past the "fluff" and look at my eyes.
Third, my lunch uncovered many scares that I have. ( not literal scares, I do have some of those) but spiritual and mental scares that I thought I so expertly hid, under layers and layers of bandages. Yesterday, I removed those bandages and you know what I found. I still have those scares, some are deeper then others, but they are healing. They don't seem as deep and horrible as they did. Some are still fresh and sore. They still hurt constantly, but some are almost healed. All that is left is the mark, but that mark is something not be scared of. Something not to cover up. It is a battle wound that I bear proudly. Or I should bear proudly. It is a healed scar that may just help someone else who has the same scar, but much newer then mine.

Yesterday was a good day, no yesterday was a great day! I was touched by love, tickled with laughter, I was re bandaged with sympathy and lifted up with kindness and compassion. Yesterday was a great day, I want to make today even greater.