As usual, the selection of little blessings for this week is somewhat akin to the selection of drinks at Swig. (The hip high school drink place- Kirsten took me there last week. They let you choose from a billion types of soda and then mix it with crushed ice or ice cream or syrup flavoring or who knows what else, making their menu literally endless.) Therefore, this week shall be a list week.
1. Went to my first Jazz game. The real miracle? I actually enjoyed watching the game! I don't want to ruin a good thing by speaking prematurely, but I think I may have a seed of basketball love growing in me. Yay for progression and change!
2. This week, after (Mysterious Moment X, which cannot be explained on a blog post), I felt deep satisfaction when I remembered what good people I've chosen to surround myself with. What a joy to be in a time of life where I can live fully, based on the dictates of my own choice and conscience, and can trust my friends to do the exact same.
3. Decorating Christmas trees with my sisters while watching the Muppet Christmas Carol. So cute!!!
4. The miracle of testimony. One of my dear friends has been struggling with hers in recent months, and when I've talked with her about it, she just hasn't felt the strong conviction that she used to have. We have very different schedules, and actually we're totally different ages, but I try to keep in contact with her by calling, texting, or stopping by every once in a while. I just really love her. Today was Fast Sunday, and I was shocked to see her walk up to the pulpit during testimony time. I couldn't believe what was about to happen, and the Spirit touched my heart even before she began to speak. She spoke with such a passion, showing her real weakness but reminding of the things that she did know. I felt so proud.
After the meeting was over, the only thing I wanted was to find her and wrap her in a big hug, but it seems that she'd thought quicker than I had. Before I knew it she was beside me on my bench, hugging me and crying, and I struggled to speak as she embraced me. That feeling when she ran to me- I felt just like a mother, like an angel, like... these words just don't suffice. It was so beautiful and strong that it made me want to pull my knees to my chest and cry softly; we had felt the touch of God.
Needless to say, it was a MIRACLE.
Bueno, tal como hay miles de opciones referente al fútbol allí en Chile, hay muchas historias y bendiciones que podría compartir sobre este semana. Hay que usar una lista-
1. Went to my first Jazz game. The real miracle? I actually enjoyed watching the game! I don't want to ruin a good thing by speaking prematurely, but I think I may have a seed of basketball love growing in me. Yay for progression and change!
2. This week, after (Mysterious Moment X, which cannot be explained on a blog post), I felt deep satisfaction when I remembered what good people I've chosen to surround myself with. What a joy to be in a time of life where I can live fully, based on the dictates of my own choice and conscience, and can trust my friends to do the exact same.
3. Decorating Christmas trees with my sisters while watching the Muppet Christmas Carol. So cute!!!
4. The miracle of testimony. One of my dear friends has been struggling with hers in recent months, and when I've talked with her about it, she just hasn't felt the strong conviction that she used to have. We have very different schedules, and actually we're totally different ages, but I try to keep in contact with her by calling, texting, or stopping by every once in a while. I just really love her. Today was Fast Sunday, and I was shocked to see her walk up to the pulpit during testimony time. I couldn't believe what was about to happen, and the Spirit touched my heart even before she began to speak. She spoke with such a passion, showing her real weakness but reminding of the things that she did know. I felt so proud.
After the meeting was over, the only thing I wanted was to find her and wrap her in a big hug, but it seems that she'd thought quicker than I had. Before I knew it she was beside me on my bench, hugging me and crying, and I struggled to speak as she embraced me. That feeling when she ran to me- I felt just like a mother, like an angel, like... these words just don't suffice. It was so beautiful and strong that it made me want to pull my knees to my chest and cry softly; we had felt the touch of God.
Needless to say, it was a MIRACLE.
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| Tree Decorating! Adornando a los arboles de Navidad! |
1. Fui a mi primer partido del Jazz! Son un equipo de básquetbol, y no me gustaba ese deporte para nada antes de mi misión. El milagro verdadero, entonces, fue que realmente me interesaba el partido. Claro, podría ser que fue un evento singular, pero también puede ser que hay algo en mi que esté cambiando. Yay para los cambios y el progreso!!
2. Después de, (Momento Misterioso X, lo cual no puedo describir en el blog. Lo siento.), me sentí tan contenta al acordarme de la calidad de carácter que tienen mis amigos. Que tiempo de vida más maravillosa, en que puedo vivir según mi albedrío y mis elecciones, confiando que mis amigos harán igual.
3. Decorar los arboles de navidad y ver The Muppets Christmas Carol con mis hermanitas. Que lindas!!
4. El milagro del testimonio. Una de mis amigas ha luchado con lo de ella hace algunos meses. Cuando hablamos del tema, me dice que no tiene la misma convicción que antes. Tenemos horarios muy distintos, y de hecho, hay mucha diferencia en nuestra edad, pero trato de mantenerme en contacto con ella por medio de llamados, mensajes de texto, visitas de vez en cuando, etc. La quiero mucho. Hoy día fue el domingo de ayuno, y me sorprendí al verla caminar hacía el pulpito para hablar. Casi no podía creerlo, pero el espiritu tocó mi corazón aun antes de que empezó hablar. Compartó sus sentimientos de manera tan sincera, compartiendo las decilidades de su fe pero tambien testificando de las cosas que ella sabe. Estaba tan orgullosa de ella.
Después de la reunión, querría puro abrazar a mi amiga, pero parecía que ella pensaba más rapido que yo. De repente estaba a mi lado, abrazándome y llorando, y yo casi no podía encontrar la voz para hablarle. El sentimiento que tuve cuando ella me buscó, corriendo hacía mi- me sentí como una madre, como un angel, como... Como que las palabras no son suficientes. Fue tan fuerte y tan lindo que querría traer mis rodillas a mi pecho y llorar- realmente sentímos la mano de Dios.
Obviamente, fue un MILAGRO.
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