I am She, and She is Me

“Be one; and if ye are not one ye are not mine” –D&C 38:27

For the longest time, I have felt that I fall extremely short in having humility. I have spent much of my life prideful and also fearful. I have felt that if I can’t be the best at certain things, then where is my value? If somebody excels at something, somehow I start to feel worse about myself. I know these thoughts are backwards, but I can’t help myself.

I have prayed for charity for those around me. I have prayed to be able to let go of my jealousies. I have prayed to have love for my “enemies.”

And oh, how I have admired those who are able to cheer on everyone around them, with no discrimination and no need for recognition themselves. I want to be one of those people; but when I try, it always feels very forced. And it requires a lot of mental exertion to go against my natural inclination of jealousy and feeling “less than.”

When I heard this talk by Sister Marriott a few months ago, her words described how I felt:

“Independently forcing ourselves to have humility and trying to make ourselves love others is insincere and hollow, and it simply doesn’t work. Our sins and pride create a breach—or a gap—between us and the font of all love, our Heavenly Father. “

But lately I feel like I’m feeling a sort of breakthrough, a merciful change of heart from God.

It started at Time Out for Women. Zandra Vranes gave a life-changing “spoken word poem.” The kind where you get the chills because of her inspiring vulnerability, pin-pricking truth, and excellent delivery. The kind where the whole audience jumps up with a standing ovation. It was titled, “I am She, and She is Me.” Racism and sisterhood were the primary topics; but for me, the message opened my mind to a universe of connection.

Microbiomes have been in my thoughts because I have been reading a lot about how our diet affects the microbes in our gut. As it turns out, the microbes in our gut have been with us for millions of years. Reading about how big of a role these living organisms play in our lives has been almost eery to me. We rely on these living things to help us stay alive and maintain good health. And actually, “The human we see in the mirror is made up of more microbes than human cells, … [and these] microbes provide more genes for human survival than human cells.”

We universally crave human connection. Could it be that the reason is because we are all more physically connected than we realize? What about the fact that we are all spirit children of God…? Are we all bound together in spirit somehow, unseen to the human eye, as brothers and sisters? Do we all carry some sort of homogenous spiritual substance from our Heavenly Parents with us? What about the way God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ are one? Just how connected are they? Can we all be connected as fully as they are?

I don’t think I am eloquent enough to describe this change in my perspective, but this is what God has granted me: I am starting to be able to look at everyone around me as if they ARE me. We are ONE.

She is better than me at something? That is wonderful; seriously, way to go! I am She, and She is Me.

She is hurting and alone? Wanting to help bear her burden becomes very easy because I am She, and She is Me.

She has messed up big time and made serious mistakes? Let me be the first in line to extend mercy because I am She, and She is Me.

She rubs me the wrong way and seems to judge me at every turn? I can extend my patience for her journey and realize she is not a badly finished product because I am She, and She is Me.

I can truly love her!

And this new perspective doesn’t feel forced or contrived, like I sometimes feel when trying to force charity. It feels very real and true to me. I feel like this insight has been a gift from God, an answer to prayer. It feels different than the idea of just imagining how someone else feels; it is one step further – I AM she; she IS me.

Of course, I am not perfect in applying this perspective; it may depend on the day and how “at one” I am with God. But I have found it applies well in any relationship. In marriage (I am he, and he is me): Can I envision us as truly “one flesh?” Can I parent with this perspective in the middle of a tantrum? I am my daughter, and my daughter is me.

My parting thought is about having the right kind of confidence so that jealousy has no place in my heart:

No matter what, we always have worth in the eyes of our Heavenly Father.

I don’t have to be or do anything to have great worth. My value as a daughter of God is the same and is unchanged no matter what I do.

And that is the beautiful, gospel truth.

“[W]e put His will first and with a broken heart plead that Christ will pour streams of cleansing water into our pitcher. At first it may come drop by drop, but as we seek, ask, and obey, it will come abundantly. This living water will begin to fill us, and brimming with His love, we can tip the pitcher of our soul and share its contents with others who thirst for healing, hope, and belonging. As our inner pitcher becomes clean, our earthly relationships begin to heal.” –Neill F. Marriott

As I read that final quote, I get the overwhelming feeling that I haven’t arrived, and this is just a baby step on my journey to feeling more of Christ’s love for others. But for now, for me, it is working.

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Happy Anni

Yesterday was our 13th wedding anniversary. I have to say I think this last year was possibly the best in our married life. We grew so close through Joni’s health problems.

And then building a house together was actually a wonderful experience. I loved having something we communicated about constantly for months. We were a great team and hardly disagreed. It was so fun feeding off each other’s ideas and creating a home we both love. I will miss that constant communication once we are all settled. Maybe we will have to choose a new project to work on together… Or maybe raising kids is a good enough project!!

Anyway, I love Kent and his good heart. I am grateful for all we learn from each other and our differences.

I wanted to write down  some ways I’m pushing myself in marriage lately:

1) Expect less and appreciate more. I’ve found so many times that expectations lead to disappointment; whereas appreciation leads to happy surprises. Thus, I’m trying to do a lot more of the appreciating!

2) Don’t over-estimate my own contributions to our family. I think it is actually scientifically proven that most people tend to overestimate their own benevolence.  I know I’m guilty of it. I work hard at home all day, but I forget how hard it is to work a full-time job, especially without complaining…since Kent rarely complains.

3) I’m learning to communicate better like Kent does and just say what I need and want. How does he do it so naturally? I have the hardest time saying, “I really need your help,” and instead wishing he could read my mind. Life is a lot easier for both of us when I “channel Kent” in my brain and just say what I need.

4) I learned this next one while reading “The Happiness Project” by Gretchen Rubin. When I’m feeling resentful about always being the one to do some task around the house, I ask myself, “Does this really need to be done this way, or is it just what I want personally?”

The truth ends up being that most things I just want and aren’t a need. So then if some chore, like having clean counters, is a “want,” I deliberately tell myself I’m doing it for me. “There is no need to be resentful because this is something I’m doing just for me.” Nobody else needs the counters clean right now! It is so freeing to let go of that resentment and do things for myself!

And sometimes if I really want something and can’t get to it or mentally can’t do it alone, I can still ask for help. As it turns out, my joy over Kent helping me out is even greater when I realize the task is just for me and not a family need.

5) Deliberately physically connect with Kent in some way each day. I have to remind myself of this one constantly because life gets so busy, and physical touch doesn’t feel like a need. But lately I’ve realized I benefit more than I ever supposed. When my heart is heavy, or my mind is weighed down, I’ve noticed physical connection makes a difference for me, and bonus-Kent and I act more loving toward each other in many ways when we are connecting regularly in a physical way.

Happy anniversary to my man! Let’s keep doing more of this marriage thing.

A Silent Christmas

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Four years ago, I created a video presentation for my ward’s Christmas Relief Society activity. I had seen the idea from someone else, but I wanted to create my own version.

At the time I created the video, I had in my head that I wanted to share my creation with others on the internet, especially since it took me so long to create (about 10 hours). I had no idea at the time that so many people would end up viewing the video.

While creating the video, I felt heaven’s help in choosing quotes and especially in piecing everything together in a good sequence with the music. When I watched the completed video, I had the feeling that it was not my work.

“A Silent Christmas” was our theme for the night. After having a buffet of appetizers in the cultural hall, we entered the chapel silently where this movie was set up on a projector. The video is 25 minutes long, with a 20-minute message and five minutes of reflection time at the end. The women were asked to remain silent until they returned to the cultural hall  for a dessert buffet afterward. It was a great night!

I wanted to share the video here with all the links I have for downloading because the more I can share the message of Jesus Christ, the better.

This YouTube link has the video as originally presented, with text telling the women to return to the cultural hall afterward for dessert.

To download your own copy of this version of the video, go to my Dropbox page here.  The video will preview as 15 minutes long on Dropbox; but when you download it, you will get the full length.

I had multiple requests for a different copy of the movie, edited to remove the slide talking about returning to the cultural hall. Here is that version on YouTube. And if you’d like to download the video with no cultural hall text, go to my Dropbox page here.

If you’d like a Word document with the text used in the video, here it is.

The Cheerful Nun

“In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” –John 16:33

Lately I’ve been working on being more cheerful. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m getting much better so far, but it has been good to be aware of it. I’ve had this story on my mind that I heard once. This is the essence of it:

Two nuns live together in a convent. One is young and always cheerful and pleasant, with a sweet voice and a smile on her face. When things go wrong or get difficult, she seems unphased by them and maybe even a bit oblivious. Let’s call this nun Cara.

The other nun, Ann, is a bit older and has a harder time acting happy, especially when there is so much surrounding her to be distressed and sad about. She remarks to another nun how it is almost unfair that Cara is so naive to the world around her, how unfair it is that she was born with such a happy inward disposition.

Then the story moves along to reading in Cara’s journal. Cara makes note of Ann’s beliefs about herself, and Cara writes that it is in fact not easy at all for her to be cheerful all the time. She consciously chooses happiness and puts on a smile because it is her way of serving those around her. It is her way she chooses to serve God also, by choosing to have a thankful, cheerful heart. Cara states that she is in fact not oblivious to the discouraging events around her, but she chooses to have joy despite them.

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This story impacted me a lot. I thought about the people I see as naturally cheery and considered that it is a choice they make to be that way.  I also reflected on my native disposition. I tend to hold back outward emotion as a way of guarding myself. I also have a fear of being seen as naive, and I need to let go of that fear. But how much more could I be of service to others around me if I were willing to be cheerful, speak positive words, laugh heartily, and smile easily?

So, I have been trying to “be of good cheer,” as Christ says, despite tribulation. It is can be really hard! Especially when I want to go into victim mode and think everyone else is making it harder. It is hard to be cheerful when I think my kids are being difficult, my husband isn’t meeting my expectations, or I am expecting too much of myself.

My husband is a basketball coach and has been out of town a lot and gone at practice every day after normal work hours. He does this every year, but life seems particularly busy this year with four little kids and just having moved to a new house. This last weekend I had a particularly hard time when I felt everything converging-messy house, need to feed kids, unpacking to do, and ornery kids.

There was a moment I was feeling really hurt by my son’s words and the way he was choosing to act. And then I remembered my goal and decided to choose cheerfulness and not play the victim. I decided I knew I was doing my best to be a good mom, and I didn’t need to take responsibility for the way my son was choosing to act. I chose to smile and thank my kids for any good thing they were doing and to empathize with my son that life was hard for him in that moment.

It was so hard for me, but it also felt really good to be in control of myself instead of wallowing in the victim position. It felt good to have empathy and say, “Sorry that things are hard,” instead of dishing out punishments, threats, or guilt. It felt good to decide that I was fine instead of letting my son’s words affect my feelings of worth.

I have been telling myself some affirmations I have been hearing about on the Bold New Mom podcast:

-I have the perfect amount of time to do what is really important to me.

-Everything that happens is exactly what is supposed to happen.

-I get to choose my thinking and the way I respond to what happens around me.

-It’s not about me.

All of these thoughts help me to be more cheerful in difficult moments.

Answered Prayers

Beckett was fighting with the idea of going to church all morning. We had just gone to the Cedar City temple open house last night as a family and told him to wear church clothes, so he wasn’t excited to wear them again today.

Beck has fought going to church on and off for a long time now, and we’ve struggled with knowing how to motivate him. I don’t want to force him, but I also definitely want him to go. This scripture was on my mind a lot this morning as I struggled with knowing how to parent Beck:

“No power or influence can or ought to be maintained…only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned” –Doctrine and Covenants 121:41

My natural parenting response is to want to force or bully my kids into doing what I want when the crying starts, their attitude turns on, or time is short. But today, I tried extra hard to speak lovingly and with understanding. I agreed with him that it is hard to wear church clothes two days in a row, and church doesn’t always seem fun or exciting. But I made a polite request of him to come, and I explained why I thought he should go.

I also prayed to Heavenly Father that Beckett would have more of a desire to go and have more good experiences at church that would help him enjoy it. I asked my sister-in-law for advice, and she recommended having Beck write a note to his teacher. That was a great idea since this is our last Sunday in our current ward. He was excited to give the card, but not enough to get dressed and go.

I didn’t want to resort to bribing, but I figure it never hurts to sweeten the good experience. I said anyone coming in the car would get some granola bars on the way to church. That pushed Beck over the edge of indecision; and he finally, begrudgingly got ready for church. We got to church late, and things went fine after that.

As we arrived home afterward and were walking to the front door, Beck said, “Mom, guess what? I felt the Spirit today. First time!” And he had a big smile on his face.

Talk about music to my ears! I asked him to tell me more about it, and he said he felt a really good, happy feeling all over his body as soon as our car entered the church parking lot that morning . And he said the good feeling stayed for all of church. I asked him if he was expecting that good feeling to come, and he said emphatically, “No, not at all!” I was so excited; yes, he was exactly right! He really did feel the Spirit. What a blessing.

I told Beck how I had actually prayed this morning that he would have good experiences at church and more of a desire to go. I asked him if he thought my prayer was answered. He said yes.

Then I said, do you think any other prayers were answered? Do you remember you have been praying for months to know if you should get baptized? Do you think this was your answer? He said, “Yeah, I think so!” And he told me he wanted to be baptized.

Then I talked to him about how prayers are a form of work, and how he has also been doing work by reading The Book of Mormon to find out if he should be baptized. We talked about how the Lord answers our earnest prayers, especially when we put in the work to know for ourselves, even if it might take a while. Over the last few months, I regularly asked Beck if he’d received answers to his prayers about baptism yet; and he’d shake his head and say with slight exasperation, “No, not a bit!”

For the last few months, I have also been praying for the Lord to answer Beckett’s baptism prayers. It is funny how no matter how many times I have had prayers answered in the past, it still takes faith each time to trust that the Lord will hear and answer. And it is hard to wait on the Lord, especially as I watched my son working for so long to get answers.

I was reminded today of these lyrics from a Hilary Weeks song, “Do what you can, give everything that you have, and then give God the rest.” I felt satisfied that we had done our best to teach Beckett what the Spirit feels like and had taught him about baptism, prayer, and The Book of Mormon. Then we gave the rest to God and trusted Him to lead our son.

Today, I am so grateful for answered prayers for my boy and for me too.

A Better Place

Okay, so I was pretty dramatic last night. Sometimes emotions are a whirlwind, and I don’t know how to step out of them. I did pray and was mercifully given some peace so I could sleep. I’m so thankful for a Father in Heaven who can help me see things from a different perspective.

Today, my friend recommended this podcast to me called “Bold New Mom,” and I’m excited to listen to more of it because what I’ve heard so far is amazing and right up my alley of interests.

From episode 97: “You’re not in charge of anyone else’s emotions… You are responsible for your own emotions.”

I need to work on not having pity parties over people civilly disagreeing with me. I need to work on allowing people to have emotional reactions to what I write. I need to work on allowing others to believe whatever they choose to believe about what I write, or else a blog will never work out for me. I also need to assume there is a bit of truth in any critical comment and see if I discover any errors I’ve made by paying attention to their critique.

I am always grateful for good things to work on.


Failing and Trying Again

Sometimes it feels like God sends you love when you really need it. I made a few minute trip out in public to grab a couple things at the grocery store today, and the bread guy told me I was amazing out of nowhere, an old woman said what a cute crew I had, and a man who’d had surgery asked me to help him. They were literal angels to me.

Today was a hard day. The kind of day where I felt like I had no friends and threw a pity party in my head. The kind of day where I felt like I’m no good to anyone.

I have this strong desire to improve myself and share what I learn; but when I share, I think it must come out all wrong like either I know everything or I am condemning everyone.

I know I am not good at separating disagreement from dislike of me personally. So I have a hard time with people disagreeing with me when I’ve put myself out there so boldly. Hence, maybe the reason why I was supposed to start a blog? I think I sense a weakness… I try to tell myself it is a good thing that people feel comfortable sharing their opinions with me. I should be more self-assured and okay with most people disagreeing with me. But man… sometimes I could just go for a whole lot of YES people, haha. So then I post pictures of my daughter because the love pours in. 😊

I know there is surely much I am supposed to learn from this. It just hurts. But I intend to grow from this hurt I feel and hopefully come out a better person. I hope I can also use others’ opinions and perspectives to inform my own opinion. I am constantly reminded that I need to humble myself, rid myself of pride, repent, and look to the Lord for approval. If I have nothing but pure desire to serve Him and do His will, then it helps me love myself.

I’ll tell you what, I have a lot respect for any leaders who try to take a stand on moral issues. I think in my first blog post, I wrote how I love words. Well, I take it back. Words never fully convey what I want them to. Although I am better at written words than I am at spoken, it feels like the messages I write are never whole and fully capture my heart. Besides the fact that words are permanent, and opinions can change.

Something else that has been on my mind… I’ve noticed I have some social issues, and my friend mentioned that maybe I have some personality aspects outlined in an Aspergers diagnosis. Well, I read about Aspergers on Wikipedia, and what do you know- I totally think I have some of those characterizations. That moment of realization was really humbling.

“verbosity, restricted prosody…difficulties in basic elements of social interaction, which may include a failure to develop friendships or to seek shared enjoyments or achievements with others (for example, showing others objects of interest), a lack of social or emotional reciprocity (social “games” give-and-take mechanic), and impaired nonverbal behaviors in areas such as eye contact, facial expression, posture, and gesture…

Some of them may even display selective mutism, speaking not at all to most people and excessively to specific people…abrupt transitions, …Speech may convey a sense of incoherence; the conversational style often includes monologues about topics that bore the listener, fails to provide context for comments…”

Oyyy. Yes, I think I sometimes display all of these things. So then I was left at-where do I go with that information? I can let it lead me to embarrassment and social isolation…or I can work to overcome it. I can challenge myself to change some of these things. I can push myself to engage in conversations even when it feels scary, and I might fail. I can love myself despite these weaknesses, and sometimes that is the hardest thing of all.

Kent and I have been telling our kids a lot recently that it’s okay to fail; failing means you’re learning. Those who are successful have had lots of failures and just keep trying. So here I am… still trying.

The Outward Appearance

The other day, I was putting on makeup, and my 7-yr old boy came in and asked what I was doing. I told him it was makeup, and he asked why I was putting it on. I said, “It’s just for fun.”

I have had this conversation with my kids a few times, and it is at this point in the conversation that I always feel some sort of a twinge of guilt? Questioning myself? Because as my kids ask about my makeup, I start to think about the example I’m providing.

My son was actually really curious about the blemish cream I was using, so I even showed him on a red spot on his face how the cream makes it fade so it goes away or just looks like a freckle.

Then, I immediately worried that doing so was not a good choice. I realized, now I have not only showed my son that I cover up my blemishes, but I have shown him a blemish on his face and maybe made him hyper-aware of it.. Oh, and there’s also the fact that I put makeup on my SON. Oops..

Why do I wear make-up? I’ve thought of some answers: It is nice to feel feminine (according to our culture), it is nice to look “my best,” I’d rather not have people see my blemishes, it can be fun to “paint” my face, it is nice to fit in, it would be nice to look better than somebody else…

Wait, did I really say that last one? Isn’t that honestly what happens when in the courting years, though?

There are interwoven reasons why I wear makeup, but ultimately it comes down to what others think of me because I wouldn’t wear makeup in a bubble where I am the only person around. It isn’t THAT fun to put on.

Well at this realization, I start to ponder how much time I spend on improving my outward appearance that is only for other people.

“man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.” – 1 Samuel 16:7

I do believe it is important to try to keep my body clean and well-groomed, to respect my body. But how much of what I do to “get ready” is beyond that?

I can’t help but think about other countries where women don’t even have the luxury of time to consider changing their appearance. I feel like our culture has turned women against their own bodies and also created an extreme time suck because none of us will ever truly be happy when we head down the road of comparing ourselves to the idea of “beautiful.”

I wanted to make a list of thoughts I’ve had that help me think through this:

  1. What if my body was made this specific way for a reason? What lessons can I learn from the body I was given and the flaws I see?
  2. When I speak negatively about my body, I am inviting others to see my body that way.
  3. Negative self-talk about my body gives the idea more power. How would my life be different without that belief?
  4. When I think about the people I love most, their physical appearance doesn’t cross my mind in the least…because bodies don’t matter when real love is at stake.
  5. How would my life change if I converted some of my “appearance-improving” time to something else that brings me or others joy?
  6. Smiles are beautiful, and ironically I’ve noticed I have a really hard time smiling freely when I’m too worried about myself and my appearance.
  7. I love this quote: 
  8. How does this scripture change my thoughts about and treatment of my body: “know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?” –1 Corinthians 6:19

I’d be curious other people’s perspectives on this. Regarding makeup specifically, I’m not sure I will ever stop wearing a little makeup a few days a week; but I am working on being more okay with my natural appearance. Human bodies are wonderfully imperfect, and I’m hoping to embrace that and see how much I can do with my body instead of wasting time wishing it were different and changing it.

Fear Man or God?

I think I’ve discovered the purpose for my blog.

One of the biggest parts of my personality has always been my concern over what others think of me. In some ways this has been a strength. However, my husband has shown me a different way of being, because he is so good at recognizing that his view of himself is more important than anyone else’s opinion of him. And I think he also gives himself a lot of mercy and space to overcome weaknesses.

Starting this blog has already caused me anxiety over what others think. I have had to tell myself multiple times that it only matters what I think of myself and what God thinks of me.

Growing up, repentance always seemed scary to me because I was not good at even simply saying, “Sorry.” I’m still not. It is hard for me to admit when I’m wrong. A few years ago, I started to change my attitude about repentance when I read this scripture:

you should not have feared man more than God.” –Doctrine & Covenants 3:7

I realized I was absolutely fearing man more than God.

thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men…For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” –Matthew 16:23, 26

What would it matter if everyone around me thought I was “perfect” and didn’t know of my sins, when the only person whose opinion really mattered eternally knew I was not willing to repent? So, I began the process of putting God first in my life.

Recently I read this scripture and recognized that I still have a lot of work ahead of me in regards to fear:

strip yourselves from jealousies and fears, and humble yourselves before me, for ye are not sufficiently humble” –Doctrine & Covenants 67:10

Maybe I will write about jealousy and humility another day, but after posting about this blog on Facebook for the first time, I woke up in the night and felt that familiar ‘fear of man’ creep in. Have you heard of the mind-gut connection? Well, it is very true for me. My stomach started churning as the fear encompassed me. But I remembered the scripture above and prayed to God to take away my fear. Thankfully, I felt my stomach settle and peace return.

As I continue to blog, I hope my fear of man will be tamed; and I hope my fear of the Lord will increase.

“Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” –Psalms 111:10

My Why

When people start a business, they often talk about deciding on a “why” to keep them motivated in building their business. While I don’t have any intention of making money off this blog, I feel a need to explain my why.

Why did I start this blog? Actually, it is easy: God wants me to. Promptings from the Spirit are always subtle, but they are undeniable. And starting a public blog… well, it didn’t seem too hard or scary at all until I actually intended to start one. I’ve been fighting back my scared feelings for weeks now. (Do you know how self-centered and self-conscious I suddenly felt to start a public blog about my life, my thoughts, my desires, or ME in any form? And so much self-doubt wondering if people would actually take the time to read it??). I finally decided to stop making excuses and just jump in. And I decided, if nobody ever reads it but me, perhaps it still serves its purpose.

What will this blog be about? I think it will be about all the things I am seeking after–>a better me in all areas of life; so actually, I figure it could go any direction I feel inspired to go. Some topics I foresee myself writing about: religious musings, marriage, motherhood, plant-based cooking, personal improvement, and picking the brains of those I admire–>I’m actually really excited about that part.

Why did I choose the name SeekingForBetter.com? While contemplating a name for my blog, the word “seek” was stuck in my mind. And while praying and contemplating at the temple, this scripture came to my mind from Doctrine & Covenants 25:10:

“And verily I say unto thee that thou shalt lay aside the things of this world, and seek for the things of a better.”

As I read more, I realized it was perfect. The Lord was speaking to Emma Smith in this section. He was telling her to spend her time writing, learning, expounding scripture, and exhorting the church. I may not be very good at those things, but I AM interested in all of those things.

This quote gave me courage to move forward with the blog:

“Each of us knows deep down that eventually we must surrender to the Lord and open ourselves to his will for us. But not today. Not that way… The cold, hard fact is that if we wait until some special, red-letter day to offer our all to the Almighty, the day may never come. Is there a better day than today? …Will we make today a moment that matters, an instant in eternity toward which we will look back with gratitude and thanksgiving for a decision that counted?” –Robert Millet

So, I’m hoping my choice to create a blog makes today a moment that matters in the big picture of my life. And I’m hoping that I come to love this little blog space; after all, I really do love words.