Comfort

I read the words recently, "comfort those that stand in need of comfort"...which may or may not be familiar to you. Anyway, they struck me differently this read. They do not say to comfort those who deserve comfort, comfort those who did not inflict their discomfort on themselves, comfort those who it's easy to comfort, or comfort those with a pretty face! My job is to comfort those with a need. Sometimes I don't understand the need, or I think the person is a big wallower and they just need to snap out of it, or I think they are making a bigger deal of something... not my place to decide. They need it, they get it.



Side: A psychology thing is that whatever the person believes their reality to be, so it is. I worked with a church leader and a young woman with major trials, some of which seemed to be in her head. He also happened to be a doctor and he just explained, that reality or not, what she was suffering from was her reality. Watched a movie called Lars and the Real Girl. A whole community supports a young man who is in love... with an imaginary woman. Their support helps him work through some emotional and mental scars he had from childhood. They validated his need and the need was filled. Anyway, random and wonderful.

Valentine, You Rock My World!

Um so, Valentines weekend rocked! It really did! Friday I went to a couple socials and yes, there was flirting (so not at the Relief Society one, but at the other one). Then Saturday, Valentines itself, myself and HRH, Rhiannon, and Julia went to Salt Lake for some crazy amounts of fun. Their was eating at the DODO which, much to your surprise, is a cute little cafe type restaurant, not only an extinct bird. My stomach left (with me attached) holding amazing amounts of my pulled pork quesedilla, hummus, and moose pie. Hmmmmm! We then checked into a hotel (so fun! just to be away from normal routine) and did hot tubing and sauna (HRH reminisced about her trip to Finland). We ended the night with 3/4 making it through a cool movie. Next day was Sunday and before heading back to our church at noon, we went to Music and the Spoken Word at the Tabernacle. It was beautiful. Did you know the Mormon Tabernacle Choir won a Grammy for The Battle Hymn of the Republic (who knew a church choir even could...not me!). Well they did and in honor of the patriotic weekend the sang it. Wow! Wow! Life is good...

(Sides: yes, one of these pictures is of us admiring the flowery thing they did with the tissue dispenser and also, that very same picture is of me in a white shade shirt, not an undershirt of any kind...just wanted to make sure you knew.)

Domesticated

Yeah! I know what that word means and I am both domestic and domesticated! Recently I have tried new recipes (one kind of exotic one a month...for the new year...which brings me to two...but still cool) and went to a craft night at the house of one of the girls in my program. The space above my cupboards and before my ceiling is now sporting this lovely Spring block thing! Yes I am that good and yes, applications are being accepted for anyone who wants this homemaking hottie as a permanent in his life!
I'm just sayin' is all...what's not to love!!!

Count down to...?

I just heard a story about a little boy who had the flu who said, "I wish I could fast forward this part of my life." Cute huh? It reminded me however of a thing I heard on the radio yesterday, which was the opposite of cute. The DJ made reference to it being Friday and said, "Another week down." What is that supposed to mean? Another week closer to what? I've heard this ridiculous attitude before on the radio with things like, "Wednesday, we're half way there!" or, "It's almost the weekend...the only days worth living for!" Really? If you have to live for Friday, then you should probably make a change in your life. There is of course the quote from one of the musicals that President Monson quotes about how, if you live for tomorrow, you'll end up with a lot of empty yesterdays. Life is hard and there are days that it would be nice to have behind you instead of ahead of you and yes, the little boy was right, it would be wonderful to fast forward some of that time. But "another week down" is just another week closer to death if its seen as something to get through. A race in a pool, on a track, up a corporate ladder or whatever is fun and has the reward of a trophy or a participation ribbon (hated those) or success and accomplishment of some kind. But a race through life just makes you dead. Dead, I can see, will have its perks, but I'm in no hurry. Just a thought.