So Goode

I promise I'm not going to post like this again this year.

But I had to.

He is so good.

Good for making me feel special.

Good for taking care of me.

Good for accepting me.

Good for understanding me.

Good for comforting me.

Good for loving me.

This Goode is so Good for me.

What about you all? Who is good for you?

Charity

I'm trying to remember if as a youth I would have reached out that way. I'd like to think that I would have. I watched this on LDS.org and just loved it. Such a great uplifting story. Thank heaven for good people who provide us all with such great examples of charity and love.

Pruning

I apologize for the nature of the post that follows. I like to think of myself as an optimistic, and generally cheerful person. So know that this is out of character for me. But we all have moments like this I'm sure. So I guess I'm sorry that my moment finds me here with a blog at me finger tips. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better time to type. But alas here I am. So I will type.

Do some things ever seem unfair? That is a rhetorical question. I think some things aren't fair. And that just kind of (eh hem) sucks. February has been an unfair month. I really kind of wish it would end. The combination of trial and winter is a bad one. Certainly struggles in the summer are easier to bear right? Or even the spring I bet.

Amidst some winter woes and personal struggles I gathered my senses and took myself to church for Young Women's on Wednesday. Heaven knows those girls do much more for me than I for them. I should change that. And do you know what I found at church?

This is bad, especially during winter woes.

They cut back all of the Crape Myrtles that adorn the walks up to the doors on every side of the building. All of the big branches are gone. Left are just the most ridiculous looking stubs of trees. Someone cut the trees back.

They must believe that they'll grow again. I'm going to hold on to the idea that the care taker of the trees expects them to be even more beautiful and strong than they were before. Right? I am going to believe that the trees were cut back for their own good.

But that's still sad. And kind of unfair. Shouldn't there be an easier way to grow? Why must we be knocked down to progress? I wonder if the trees know that it was with love that they were given their new struggle. Does that make it any easier though? If I could I would tell them. That even though this moment (eh hem) sucks, it's going to be worth it sooner or later. Maybe if I told them I could fortify my testimony of purpose in trials as well.

Don't worry I'm not going to talk to the trees. But please, if I do, and you see me, don't judge me. Or tell anyone that I've gone crazy. It's just a moment. And we all have them.