Passionfruit
Sunday, October 9, 2011
There's a lot in the world to be obsessed about. Growing up I had a huge obsession with horses. Anything that had to do with horses was by far my favorite (whether or not it deserved such elevation in my little world).
Although I have small obsessions like giraffes, collecting notebooks/journals, bracelets, stapling papers together, and sports to name a few, there is one mainstream passion that I have begun to notice taking over my life.
I absolutely adore, love with all my heart, cannot do without, must do all day for the rest of my mortal life...
Getting to know myself. I certainly don't know myself as well as I should and I don't know half the things about myself that I observe in my friends and family on a regular basis. I know what I like and what I love but not why. It's like I'm a mystery!!! (that was for you Abbie Dean) A soul waiting inside for me to discover. I have always enjoyed getting to know people, their little quirks, why they do things the way they do. But until recently had never thought to discover myself.
I spread the peanut butter on one slice first and then wipe the remaining off on the other slice of bread before spreading the delicious jam or jelly of choice BECAUSE that's how my mother always prepared our PB and Js when I was a little tike.
I like to organize and clean my surroundings when I'm feeling nervous or uncertain BECAUSE I've discovered that when I feel like I have control over one menial thing, I have some control over life no matter how hectic it may seem.
I sing loudly and without abandon to the radio BECAUSE I love life. Life holds so much joy in every day and singing out loud just for the heck of it makes me happy.
I pray all the time...like ALL the time, so much in fact, I'm sure I've heard the Man Upstairs sigh a time or two when I call his name...but all joking aside. I pray to a God that lives BECAUSE when I know something to be true I do my best to live by it. I know He will answer my prayers and listens to the small little problems in my life and does His best to comfort me.
God has given me so much. Even just considering me as a human being and His spirit daughter, I have a lot to be thankful for. Every time my faith falters, every time my soul cannot grasp onto hope's bright light, every time my head hangs down, my Heavenly Father is there for ME because he loves ME.
If the Supreme Being of the universe loves me that much, then there must be something special about me.
That is my new obsession. Finding myself through my Savior, seeing my true reflection through His eyes.
I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. I know my Savior lives and that He loves each of us personally. To learn more about my beliefs go here and here, it's worth it.
2 comments:
I've never heard Mom complain about someone getting peanut butter in the strawberry jam. But I have heard Dad complain about it. So it's possible that Mom wipes the peanut butter off the knife to appease Dad.
Oh, and I think you mean tyke. The word tike means: "a crude uncouth ill-bred person lacking culture or refinement."
Well either way that's the reason I do it...is because Mom did it that way. And yes! I do mean tyke not tike because that word has never been true of me.
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