A Letter

Today was weird.

Sort of overwhelming.

I went home for the weekend and now I am sucked back into the life of college, being constantly swirled around by homework and stress.

I came home to a wonderful surprise.

My beautiful, talented, spiritual, best friend wrote me a letter from all the way in Ohio where she is serving her mission.

I had written her a letter about 3 weeks ago and was worried she hadn't gotten it. I was elated to see her handwriting on a stamped envelope addressed to me.

She reminds me of the happiness that comes from serving the Lord. I can tell that she is being blessed beyond compare for the work she is doing in Ohio.

She uplifts me in the little ways. I always remember how she always focuses on other people when she talks to them, never herself, which is a trait I believe is difficult to truly obtain.
Ultimate selflessness.
I mean, that is one of the most Christlike attributes we can ever obtain in this life. It means showing love and interest in something other than yourself, in ANY circumstance.
That's hard.
But look at the Savior's life. Never about himself. Never making His life more important than others. It was making sure those around him were loved and cared for in ways that only He could provide.

There are people out there in the world who need our love and care because we are the only people that can give that particular kind of love to them. If we don't, not only do we miss out on the blessings of service and charity, but that individual misses out on that blessing of YOU.

I love Taylor and am grateful each and every day for her wonderful example to me and how I want to be more like her.

Day 6

Today I am grateful for fried egg sandwiches.

In Nauvoo, we made our own dinners. We had to be creative and it worked most of the time. :)
My favorite meal was made by my companion. A fried egg sandwich, with the yolk popped. SOOOOO GOOOD! And sometimes we would get herbs from the Lyon Drug and Variety Store and added it to the meal. It was so simple. I think I loved it so much because she wanted to make it for me. The desire to serve on her face was so real and it was something as simple as a fried egg sandwich.

I made one today.

It wasn't nearly as good as Sister Reid's. I miss her.

I am grateful for service, for sister reid and for a fried egg sandwich.