Find it

Dance like no one is watching.

Kiss in the rain.

Say what you need to, when you need to say it.

Feel important. Be important.

Say thank you.

Pray.

Plan for tommorrow and the next day.

Be where you want to be.

Dream.

Believe.

Go on the pursuit of happiness.

Drive the long way.

Share your talents.

Give freely.

Smile.

Dont think too much.

Relax.

Get inspired and act on it.

Love.

Forgive.

Forget.

Move on.

Let go.

New chapter.

Love yourself.

Keep your chin up.

Be not just simply good- be good for something.

Make your dream reality.

You can.

Buy cute new shoes.

Support your friends and family.

Give flowers.

Have faith that everything will work out in the end.

Sing in the car.

Change for the better.

Dont hold back.

Take a stroll down memory lane, enjoy it.

Express yourself.

Find happiness in the simplest of things.

Compliment a stranger.

Do yoga.

Consider other peoples feelings.

Dont let anyone get in your way.

Free yourself.

Have fun.

Be confident, not prideful.

Inspire.

Make things happen.

Never give up.

Think outside the box.

Destroy waht destroys you.

Take a breath.

Take a nap.

Smell the roses.

Miss what was once good, hope for better.

Laugh at your silly mistakes.

Accept reality. Make reality what you want.

Let it be.

Enjoy what you have.

Listen.

Do what you love.

Make today your day.

Be curious, not judgemental.

Love your body.

Hug your daddy.

Kiss a baby.

Keep your dreams in sight.

Learn from yesterday.

Live for today.

Pray for tommorrow.

Happiness.

What's stopping you?

Clay

The sculpter sits at his desk lined with fresh new blocks of clay.
His mind flowing with creative energy to create so many works of art with each new block.
But he grabs the one he worked on yesterday.
He is not done with it yet. Even though he has worked on it for years.
The block has been chizzled down to a basic shell of what he wants to create.
His ultimate vision not quite complete.
So today he chips a little more into the familar clay block,
He pulls a little harder on the structure.
But not too hard.. the clay isnt quite strong enough for that yet.
It will be though, just not today,
So he sets it down and waits until tommorrow to pull slightly harder.

He takes the clay in his big worn hands day by day and chips more away.
So carefully he cuts into the frame of the soft clay,
Avoiding damage beyond repair. Avoiding too much for the clay to handle.
Removing just enough to make the piece stronger.

The clay does not know what will happen to it as it is picked up daily
But it trusts the familar hands sculpting it.
Believing that someday it can be a model of beauty and strength.
Knowing that he will create a masterpiece of it if it is willing go where the hands move it to.
The clay is excited to be worked on.
But it cant always harden fast enough for each change.
Sometimes it takes alittle time for each cut to harden after the deep cuts.
Sometimes it take a lot of time.
The artist knows this and puts the clay down knowing that too much will ruin the piece of art.
So he waits.
He waits until the clay is strong enough to take the next sculpt.

The artist sits at his table day by day anxious to carve his vision into the block.
He knows however, that the clay must cooperate in order for this to happen.
It must harden and take shape, it must be willing to recover after every chip and tug and pull.

And if the clay is willing to be chipped and pulled and tugged it will it become the vision. Strong and beautiful. The model of the maker.


Isaiah 40:28-31 Have you not known? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary,and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.


Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

Open Rebellion

I dont know where it came from or why...

But today i just had this thing on my mind...

It kinda just crept in on alot of situations:

As i did my hair in the bathroom,

When i sang in church,

As i played the piano

When i listened in on somthing someone said.

As i walked outside and felt the cold air on my face...

I just couldnt help but think of it..

It came from out of no where,

Just this random desire from somewhere deep within i guess...

I cant even explain why i even felt this way...

Since i told myself and banned myself i couldnt anymore...

But today i rebelled against myself and i couldnt stop thinking of you,

And that I missed you... i missed you a whole lot...

But not because i was missing what you did for me...

Quite the opposite actually, i just missed doing things for you...

Like:

Kissing you like i did when you were having a bad day.

Or hugging you to let you know someone cared

Today i missed getting you little things and giving them to you.

Writing you cryptic messages for you to solve..

I missed scratching your head and saying i love you...

And listening to your day, and helping you remember silly things...

I just missed those little things that ment so much...

Today i just wanted to be yours again.

Just for a moment...

I dont know... to let you know i care...

so deeply...

so strongly...

That I'd go hungry id go blind for you...

Cause today i just wanted to be your support.

Not for me.

But to see that contagous smile on your face.

To have the knowledge that i ment something to someone i love...

That i could help them be happy and be a part of that.

I just wanted that again... just for today.

Its not practical i know.

Its probably just the time of year or maybe its just the day...

But today i just really couldnt help but wish i could do something for you.

Cause i saw the big picture.

And i just wanted it... and i wanted it with you.

Cause today i remembered how good it was once apon a time.

The loveliest

Margery, but her friends call her Marge.

Today I drove up where i dont normally drive. For really no reason at all. In fact dinner was hot and was waiting for me at home, but i chose to drive the long way. I was enjoying the lovely snow on the mountains and the big beautiful houses when i saw Marge. Now let me tell you, I was in a hurry to get home to my food... and however lovely the drive was, i was regretting and wondering why i took the route i took, however, as i passed Marge, A thought occured to me to turn around. Quickly dismissing the thought i kept on down the road... but when i thought it again, I realized i had to turn around so i flipped a quick u-y. As i drove back up the road i was thinking how silly this all was and how weird i was being but i stopped at Marges house anyways. She had just made it down her drive way to retrieve her mail, when i pulled up beside her. I rolled down my window and i said "hello"... but she did not respond... at this point i considered driving away feeling quite foolish, but from out of nowhere i said "excuse me mam!" qutie a bit louder than i expected it would come out... and Cute little marge turned around... Five feet tall. Brown wig. Pink cane. Dentures. Huge warm winter coat. Bright red lipstick. There she was in all her cuteness. I asked her if i could help her up her drive cause i had noticed her struggle, and a huge grin came across her little face, and a sweet little "oh yes! thank you!". Now, as her driveway was long and steep and her speed qutie slow we talked. We talked about her arthritis and the weather. We talked about how she was the oldest in her ward and proud of it! We talked about where i lived, and we talked about my grandma. We talked about if i was married or not. We talked about my eye color, We talked about how she worked at the temple. We even talked about her memory and how many people she knew still. the most amazing thing happened.. Marge and i talked like old friends right up to her door... Today i am grateful for Margery. She told me that her friends call her Marge, and told me to call her that. As i opened the door for her she turned around with the most genuine smile on that little wrinkled 93 year old face and said " im so glad i made a friend today, thank you for stopping by." To which i reponded "it was my pleasure marge, have a good day!"

Marge may not even remember my name or how old i was, or that i am not really married, but i will remember her. I am so glad that i drove the long way, and that i turned around. I would have missed out on this precious opportunity. Sometimes, you just have to listen... even if you dont know why you are even doing it, but you just have to listen... and today as i listened i thought that i would be the one serving this young lady... but i was sorely mistaken... cause today as i drove away from Marges little white house on the hill i realized that Marge served me. She cared. And she smiled. She smiled the most genuine smile i have seen in a long time... What precious gift to recieve on this cool autumn day.

Dont throw away precious moments please.
Just listen.