Today, was the day I saw it. I'll take a picture.
Many of my thoughts will require revision.
Intelligence begets truth, so intelligence is attractive more than beauty though we confuse the two, The divine inheritance isn't seen necessarily, but it is understood.
Jesus may have had brown eyes, but that is inconsequential proportionately to how much we love him.
Just being smart isn't the same as being wise.
Conclusion: The glory of God is intelligence.
I am going to do it. I am going to find out what is wanted of me to do and then do it. My choice was to simply obey, not think and over think everything coming up with reasons that please everyone and make sense. Forget that. I want to do what I am supposed to I really want that.
It is always hard to tear off a,bandaid, but it cannot stay there forever. It is a lot like those nurses who come and press on your uterus after having a baby. Supposedly, it must be done, but I hate it more than labor and delivery.
I also think of the scene on Dances with Wolves where his has an infected foot, and it must come off. There are times we choose the pain later to be at peace now. We are immediate creatures.
Well, it is that time again, bed time, or also know as the mental day in review. But, tonight my mind rests on tomorrow. I am so excited, because I missed them last week.
But, no matter how much I prepare I remember something that I failed to do in advance. It has helped trmendously planning out a menu. Making choices on the spot is much harder than following directions, but sometimes a fly is tossed in the soup sort of, or maybe it is more like a hair in a cookie. I could fix it, but instead I simply change my plans to fit what I can do and wonder why I ever even planned anything.
My eyes are falling closed, before you know it my chance to rest will have passed.
I woke up this morning to no internet and realized.how dependant I had become. I mean, it was like I didn't get my cup of coffee. I know that is a joke, but really, my whole day felt off kilter because I didn't have the expected tools at my fingertips. If you are religious, you might understand better in terms of some how offending God and no longer having that extra bit if confidence that no matter what happened, it has all been survived before and you will find help.
I could still Use my phone as a phone, uh, no I can't because it is broken, but it worked to do so many other things, I wanted to look up recipes, calendars, songs, etc. online, but I couldn't. I was making a pair of gloves which in theory I understood, but I had used the pattern exactly for the first and wanted and intended to use a pattern for it's pair. Oh well.
I finished a project for Joseph using my own skill and ideas which felt nice though I never doubted I could.
I started to realize something of extreme importance. Infact, it is probably too important to say here. I figured a few things out and was suprised that I hadn't already, they were so obvious. Maybe that was what Natalie Bradley was talking about when she saoid that the best way to get tripped up is to get so involved in doing good things that you are too busy to notice the best things.
Not, expounding on my thoughts so that others could digest them, I was able to think more deeply about so many things and an explination to fit them all. I get it now and can rightly and fully say that I do not love Brandall Brawner. I only loved and still.do love things about him, but not him. What I love has not changed, but my understanding reached a new level today.
Today, so many things made sense and felt right. I had been thinking that I understood things before and was keeping to myself regarding it, though, really, it kept making me wonder why, and feel confused. Now, I feel good and just as much uh, doubt? But, something assures me this is true, anything true is going to seem impossible or everyone would know it. I've said too much... Cue REM.
It is another birthday, not Jesus, but just as delightful and misunderstood.
It is 7:30 and still no Joe. My conclusion is that thinking uses so much energy, paying attention in primary yesterday tuckered him out.
I guess this one didn't publish. Nothing to do with birthdays, well it is ALWAYS foolish to say nothing. I just realized that if time waits for no one that doesn't mean I won't. Birthdays are a measure of time, we celebrate that we were clever enough to not get killed all year.
Um, this wit is from my older brother. After that guy who tried to claim other stories as his own, I want it to be clear he said it first. I must be invincible, nothing has killed me yet.
Today we were like pioneers trudging through the snow to the store, but it turned out being the worst ever trip to the store. I hope never to have that happen again!
Also, Joseph learned to climb on the table to undo the chain lock. When I caught him,he said that he was only trying to help me. It was cute. He said, "Mommy, what do you say?" I told him to PLEASE get off the table. He told me, "No. Say Thank you."
Later, his primary teachers came to visit him. Tomorrow will be his first day. He absolutely loved the attention they kept talking directly to him, etc. They gave him a bag of cookies and excitedly he showed me. I asked in a whisper, "What do you say?" He quickly retorted, "Please" His teacher said well, that works. I told him "No. You say Thankyou." He said it and continued being his charming self.
I let the kids stay up until midnight. We watched Final Fantasy: The Spirits within. My hope and intent was to increase their imaginations. Lena actually asked a lot of questions like what Fantasy had to do with it, and when I explained she commented that she was suprised that it was so futuristic. I told her that was just how ideas are created in a mind type. Some imagine stories long ago, some in the distant future, but some imagine them right now.
Yesterday, for Family Home Evening, we discussed how families are like Smoothies, and have essential parts, but that success is not necessarily achieved by using parts that seem best on their own. Then, the kids had a smoothie competition, making their own "blended families" ha ha ha, it waa fun.
Sister Hirschi brought over a gift that the kids loved. It was a picture book of rhyming text of ancient scripture called, "The Voice From the Dust" the older kids had a blast just creating their own stories from the pictures. I thought, so much of the work was already done, I can just write the songs and sing the stories to my babies! An awesome gift!
The best of all was a plate of homemade chocolates! They were amazing both to look at and to eat. I had tried to make candies, but failed. She definitely has a talent there. I recall going to a chocolate shop when I visited Robert to learn to make the little signatures on chocolates to tell them apart when making an assorted box.
I gave Brandall assorted chocolates for Christmas.
And that is all I have to say right now. Happy New Year! Maybe this year will he THE Year for me. Who knows?
