His Hand

FACT: I am a terrible journal keeper. It's not that I don't try. It's that an event will pass that I will want to write about, but before I get the chance something new comes up. Eventually, I have lost many intended stories I had plan to write down because I am concerned about chronological order. However, with that said I am going to put an end to that terrible habit of mine and write about an experience I had today with the understanding sometime this week I will hopefully post about my weekend adventures.

As I was leaving home this morning, I yelled from the front door my "I love you's" to my parents, like usual. However, as I stepped outside I felt like I should run back and give them a hug. Listening to this prompting, I ran back inside, leaving the door open, to hug my parents good bye and express once again, my love.

The snow was thick this morning, but I am a fairly confident driver in winter weather. I had already flipped through my radio stations and decided I would commute to the tune of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Just over one mile from my house and into the entrance of Provo Canyon, I lost control of my car and I began to fish tale. My elbows locked and my mind was blank. I am a girl that likes to have control over a situation, but at this moment I had none. Oncoming traffic was to my left and giant rocks/mountain were to my right. It seemed that no matter which way I turned I was in trouble. I remember thinking, I don't want hurt my car. Suddenly, the impression came to me that I had put my foot on the clutch and I needed to take my foot off. After sliding perpendicular to the road, my car landed on the right side of the road, in an open area--between two metal poles. I sat in my car stunned for sometime before making a phone call home to get help. Shortly there after the incident truck of Provo Canyon came to the rescue. Did that really happen? An overwhelming sense of gratitude came over me. God was watching over me and my car this morning on my daily commute and I have no doubt he directed my car.

Later at work I was overwhelmed with a task. I sat at my desk wondering how I would ever comfortably assign all 411 people to lodging and a conference space. Then the thought came to mind to pray about it. I bowed my head and said a little prayer over my paper. The next twenty minutes or so was spent racking my brain, trying to feel impressions on where to put people. It wasn't long before we had everyone in place.

Today was a day of remembering. Remembering the power of God and the influence that he can have on every aspect of my life. I know that He is looking out for me and is guiding my work. He lives!

Happy Birthday Dad!

There is not many things I love in this world more than birthdays! All kinds of birthdays....kid birthdays, adult birthdays, half birthdays....all are just awesome! This week was my dad's birthday. He is the big double nickel...55! Wowee! I am glad he is thrilled he qualifies for some senior citizen discounts! I went to a store called Color Me Mine. My new favorite shop! You pick the piece you want to paint, paint it, then they will fire it for you. My dad loves ice cream so painted him an ice cream cup that says "dad's" It was fun to see him use it. Hurray for ice cream and awesome dads!

Giant Little People at Thanksgiving

This holiday weekend has been was simply incredible! To be honest, I was a bit apprehensive about the Thanksgiving holiday because I all my siblings are married and have kids.Sometimes I feel like the odd gal out. But of course, the Lord took care of me and I had nothing to worry about. I was so blessed to have my niece and nephew to brighten my day...every day during the holiday. I was reminded of SO many little life lessons.

My family may say the most important lesson I learned from my nephew Mark is that footed flannel pajamas are much cuter on 19 months year-olds than 261 month-olds. Drat! It's just that he looks SO cute in them I want to look just like him! Mark reminded me that it's okay to cry sometimes when I'm sad, if I eat candy first I won't be hungry for real meal, there are times when if I can't get what I want I should find something else to do, the small things in life--like cardboard boxes, blocks, and baths--are really fun, when something is important to me but I don't have words to explain I can take people by the hand and show them, I need take time to be outside everyday, nothing is better than a good book, hearing the word "no" is never fun, when I want to talk to someone just pick up the phone and to sing loud even though I don't know any words.

I also had such a wonderful time with my sweet niece, Anna. I learned from her that when I'm on a walk to take time to stop and pick up sticks, opening and closing the mailbox is a highlight--even if there isn't any mail inside, it's important to take turns, names are important and everything needs a name (ie: the big yellow ball is now named Fred), sharing is important but a hard lesson to learn, rootbeer is delicious, sometimes people just need a good tickle, and in candyland (or any game) it doesn't matter who wins just moving your piece to the next color is thrilling.

I think the biggest lesson I learned from Anna was when she was bouncing on a ball and hit her head on the counter. When she hurt she turned straight to her mom, no one else could comfort her. I thought about the many things I can turn to when I'm hurt...sometimes I turn to friends, sometimes I hold it inside, sometimes I try to find things to distract me and take my mind of the hurt. She was big example to me. I want to follow her example and rely on my Heavenly Father as she relies on her mother. When I'm hurt or sad, I want to be like Anna and immediately turn to Him for comfort.

Oh thank Heaven for little people and their giant example!

Halloween!

When I watch the great Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean, the movie is only 45 minutes because I fast forward all the scary parts. Needless to say, I don't like scary things. I really don't care for blood, vampires, skeletons, devils, or many of the other things associated with Halloween. However, I do like the holiday. I just wish everyone would dress up like inventors or fairys--like me.

One of my favorite things to do to celebate the holiday is to carve pumpkins. This year my friend Dan came over to carve pumpkins with me and I have to say, his pumpkin was much more creative than mine. We were able to put it on! He even carved holes for my pigtails to stickout...what a good friend. Life looks good from inside a pumpkin!

girls just want to have fun!

A few weeks ago my dear high school friend, Celecta, and I discovered our inner child. I think it's peculiar that when I was little I liked to get together with friends to play dress up and now that I'm an adult, I like to build forts and drive cardboard cars when friends come over. I saw this fort as a practice run before my nieces and nephew get here for the holidays. I have this secret goal (that's not so secret) to be the best aunt ever! Building forts....one of many great tactics!

Timing

It seems kind of like my whole life I have had a plan. It is similar to probably most....graduate high school, go to college, find a job...

Now I find myself in a position that I didn't expect.... I did it.

However, instead of feeling a sense of accomplishment, I feel more lost. My plan is gone. Now, two words keep going through my head, "now what?"

Last Saturday I realized my plan was gone and had a small breakdown. I like to call it my "mid-life crisis." I'm not sure where the Lord wants me to be. I've looked into graduate programs and met with counselors to discuss future educational plans. I've looked into hair school, culinary school, or obtaining a pilot's license. I've looked into cruise lines and flights, investigating the adventures outside of Orem, Utah. However, nothing is fitting. Nothing is feeling right. So then I decided that although I don't know where I'm going, I need to be prepared for wherever the Lord takes me so... I bought shoes. I love shoes. I've always loved them. Not that I need or want dozens, but I like shoes because they allow me to go places. They are the means by which I get around and am able to do what I do day to day. I may not know exactly where I'm going, but I will be prepared to act on the Lord's timing.

I learned something about timing today as I was practicing my violin. I have decided to start a Celtic band with my friend Devan. It has been years since I've really played my violin. Anyhow, as I was practicing the music, it occurred to me that timing is everything. I could have the notes completely right and have the bowings spot on, but it's the timing that makes the song. Timing. I think the Lord was trying to teach me something. To figure out the timing, it takes time. I have to slow down. I have to count out loud and choose to follow the music, rather than do my own thing because if I don't, I won't be in the position I need to be in when Devan and I play together.

I have a testimony that everything testifies of Christ and as we evaluate our routine, like buying shoes and playing music, we will find the good things in our routine testify of Christ love. The gospel is true and I'm so grateful the Lord has a hand in my life teaching me these little lessons day to day.

Spirit of Christmas

I need to be in bed, but I have had a lot of thoughts running around in my head today. I don't think any of it is really profound, and at this time of night I am unsure it will make sense, but I need to explain how I've been feeling.

During the last week or so, it has felt like Christmas to me. I've tried to figure out what it was. Is it the weather? Is it the music I listen to? Is it that I am coming down with a cold and I always get sick during Christmas? All sorts of questions, similar to these, have been in my head. Why does it feel like Christmas?

As I think back as to what has changed in my schedule, I see that within the last week or so, I have adjusted my media and the way I spent my time. I am trying to spend more of my time serving others, rather than thinking of my own needs. I have also reduced the amount of media that I use (hence, deleting facebook) and changing the media I do use (no longer radio alternative rock but Mo-Tab and classical in the car.) As I have changed these behaviors, I have felt a change. These small changes have allowed me to be more in tune and feel closer to Christ....much like a do at Christmas time. The holidays are a time to be with family, remember our blessings, think of others, sing praises and songs to Him, and ultimately turn our thoughts to Him. I decided everyday can be Christmas. Everyday I can love the time with my family, be grateful, serve and invite uplifting music to praise my Savior and think of Him.

Although the last few weeks have been a roller coaster of ups and downs, I have been filled with peace and joy because of the spirit of Christmas. As I was praying in Spanish this morning I was reminded of something I learned from my sister. "mas" in Spanish is "more". Thus, if we combine Spanish and English, the word Christmas could mean "Christ more." Everyday is a reason to celebrate Him and try harder to be more like Christ and have him more in our lives.

My challenge to you....make tomorrow Christmas!