I was thinking about how much I love it here and it, well, you know how minds take course changes so quickly that it seems like your current thought has nothing traceable to do with the original thought. So, I ended up thinking about how maybe it is my duty to absorb what I can and bring it back to those who chose to bloom where they were planted, like a bee does it's pollen. And I giggled to think that my name actually is Greek for Honeybee and this is the beehive state naturally, I love it here, but I am not from here I am uniquely qualified to share all I have gained in a way that would be acceptable, a lot like the stargate Atlantis episode where Shepherd had to go in to get the eggs of the irratus bug because he alone produced a phermone that made hum acceptable to the nesting bugs. Not that the other places are so malicious, but there were always unspoken tensions between the indigenios folk and the "Utah" people who present their ways as the best and only way.
I have considered how I ended up here at this time, and it is a bit of a miracle. I was happily married and in the stake primary presidency with 2 darling girls and one on the way, then Boom! The economy fell but never fear. We owned a farm home on 4 acres, on a hill safely away from any metropolis.
Oh yeah, I got sick and divorced and unable to walk, or sing, or play piano, though they called me to play and teach in the primary. So, this really was the only way, although I did not see it as such, but there is an invisible string controling my actions, like that song "Boy on a string". I still have my agency, but I will do what is expected of me "duty means doing the thing your heart may well regret." From Barbie. But, the Lord loves me and accordinly grants me to feel content and like my intents were realized only causing his will secondarly, that is soo sweet and kind. But, just yesterday someone put it well that the trials may seem like they goin forever, but they will end. I see that with my own children, how they do not know how things have to line up
to be right and so they hear, "in a second..." A lot, and might feel like I am being unattentive because things are not instantly granted. So I figure it is with our Heavenly parents.
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