Sometimes I feel like I have no control over anything in my life. Sometimes I get frustrated at everything, including my upstairs neighbors who are quite often loud people. And sometimes I just struggle with things. That is when I vacuum. We have a rug. It's cream. It's nice and soft and makes the room look better. Except for when it is filthy, which I feel like is most the time because hey, we live here and we walk on the rug, and we're girls so our hair sheds (especially mine) and so it makes sense why the rug gets dirty. And usually it doesn't bother me. Except when I like to vacuum. And then all of a sudden I find myself, unable to control the noisy neighbors, or homework in classes, or decisions in my life, on my hands and knees vacuuming the rug. This rug that is still soft and nice and still cream. And in a few days it will be dirty again and I will just keep walking by. But for now, the rug is clean and my life does not seem like it's spinning uncontrollably quite as much. Sometime I like to vacuum.
My cousin Cade had his Missionary Farewell yesterday and I feel so blessed to have been able to attend. First off, he is amazing. He is one of the funniest people I know and he is smart and a musical genius. He is simply his own person and there are endless characteristics/qualities that he possess that I would love to develop in myself. So I mean it is easy to say that I love the kid to death. But he spoke in sacrament meeting and the spirit that he brought was truly inspiring, and stronger than anything I have felt in a long time. It touched my heart. And I knew that he was called of God to serve, that he is worthy to serve, and that he has a testimony of the gospel and our Savior, Jesus Christ. It was such an incredible experience. When he concluded he played an original arrangement of Be Still My Soul on the piano and again the spirit was overwhelming. That is my favorite hymn, and it brings me so much comfort which I coincidentally really needed at that moment. Reminding ...
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