Meant to be

A couple of weeks ago, we were on our way to a ward activity. We rolled all of the windows down on the freeway. As the wind flipped my hair and my eyes peered out at the beautiful landscapes, I felt God whisper, "This is my hug to you." It was one of those moments that was meant to be.

I felt his hug again this weekend - but it was more than just a minute. It was the whole wacky weekend.  Meant to be. I had several conversations that needed to be had. I spewed laughter that needed to be spewed. I made decisions that needed to be made. I realized things that needed to be realize. And I was the me I needed to be. 

In a nutshell, God was wrapping me up in all of my favorite things.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Mr. Mine

The other day, I was day dreaming in one of those awful hopeless romantic modes. I got to thinking about how I could ever be good enough for a certain someone.

So, I in that moment, I decided that I would start preparing for Mr. Mine. Whoever he is. That way, when I find him, I will be ready to be his Mrs. Mine.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

I'll be your stewardess for the evening.

The other day I was walking and thinking at the same time. It took a lot of concentration.
I was specifically thinking about the stewardship Heavenly Father has given to me.

Body

Spirit

Intellect

Friends

Family

Testimony

Conversion

Callings

Work

etc

I decided that God must trust me a lot. So it's about time I started to trust myself.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

inexhaustible magic

Dumbledore: "Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible form of magic."

Alma 31:5 - "An now, as the preaching of the word had a great tendency to lead the people to do that which was just - yea it had had more powerful effect upon the minds of the people than the sword [wand], or anything else, which had happened unto them - therefore Alma thought it was expedient that they should try the virtue of the word of God.

Get it? Words are magic or the word of God is brings the spirit, which is the magic that can transform us and change our hearts. Therefore, the word of God = magic.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

7, 49, 1176, 70560

However you look it at, that's how long I have until I report to the MTC. weeks, days, hours, minutes. It's all the same. I was going to post it on facebook, but when I tried to do that, I threw up a little bit inside. Too real.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited. It's just still a little surreal. It's a bit like a good hamburger with all the goods on top. It tastes sooooo good. But in one bite there is just too much to swallow.

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Who Woulda Thunk

Sometimes life takes you by surprise. Two years ago I never would've thought I'd be the person I am today. I never thought that:

my heart would melt whenever I listen to opera
52 days from now would mark the first day of my mission to California, Santa Rosa
I'd miss provo
I'd refer to myself and the collective BYU as "we"

"[Bilbo] used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door, ' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.'"

Life's quite the adventure, isn't it?

And that's what Jenny thinks.

Sorting and struggling

Struggling for words, that is. My mind, my heart, my whole being is a bit all over the place - like the tazmanian devil. My heart longs to write what is going on, but it just isn't happening. I don't know whether I should write about fear, excitement, guilt, blessings? All of these feelings and more sit inside of me like giant, pukey mess. Forgive my graphic imaging. There doesn't seem to be anyway to sort out the pukey mess, so I might as well embrace it. Oops. Another gross visualization.

The solution isn't simple or even possible. But I can tell you some things that I think would tidy up this mess:

A walk with a friend
A drive with the windows rolled down, and me and someone else singing at the top of our longs.

Okay. So I went with the messy barf analogy. But now that about it, that holds bad connotations. I don't feel bad, just a little bit.... overwhelmed, nope not that.....ummm..... maybe foggy? Yes. Foggy. I'm a little fogged up. Nothing is clear except for a few, very important things. Let the other important things fall by the wayside. No big deal. Right?

And that's what Jenny thinks.