I walked home from church today and a stroke of brilliance hit me.
Like REALLY hard over the head or something.
So I walked past cute house after cute house, and I couldn't help but
dream about the day that would come when I would live in a house like that with a sweet, sweet husband.
As I walked, I also began to think more and more about my life. As I did so, my heart filled with gratitude as I thought about all the people who I love, for there are many. I thought of those who have left a lasting impression on me.
Many of these people have come and gone, and many more of these people I have failed to document their service. So starting today and continuing every day I will talk about someone that I love, someone who I look up to and care very much for. Because the way I see it is that I sit here day by day and talk to myself about myself. Not knowing if anyone is even listening anyways. This way I can reflect on others more instead of myself. I do believe that this is the way Heavenly Father would want it to be.
And that my friends was my stroke of genius.
Call me brilliant!
Like REALLY hard over the head or something.
So I walked past cute house after cute house, and I couldn't help but
dream about the day that would come when I would live in a house like that with a sweet, sweet husband.
As I walked, I also began to think more and more about my life. As I did so, my heart filled with gratitude as I thought about all the people who I love, for there are many. I thought of those who have left a lasting impression on me.
Many of these people have come and gone, and many more of these people I have failed to document their service. So starting today and continuing every day I will talk about someone that I love, someone who I look up to and care very much for. Because the way I see it is that I sit here day by day and talk to myself about myself. Not knowing if anyone is even listening anyways. This way I can reflect on others more instead of myself. I do believe that this is the way Heavenly Father would want it to be.
And that my friends was my stroke of genius.
Call me brilliant!
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