God loves me and wants me to be happy...

I'm flying solo. That in itself is exciting and terrifying. Some days I've got my hands in the air and I'm screaming for all I'm worth, exhilerated to be on my own. The next minute I'm scared, wondering why I got on this ride at all, just holding on tight till it's over and I'm back with the people who love me. Then i remember, there are people clinging and screaming next to me. The ones I love. I'm not alone here. I'm never alone.


I spent this evening with one of my favorite people in the world. He definitely ranks in the top 10...( hmmm maybe I should make a top 10 list and find out) anyway... We went hiking at Rock Canyon Park, till it got dark, then we went back to my house, made zucchini cake and played clue and skip-bo. And then I went to take he and his brother home. And his brother got out of the car, and he started to, then he stopped and asked me if I was ok. I told him, "Yes... mostly... Sometimes... Yes." He got back in the car and closed the door. And we talked for 3 hours. We didn't spend the whole time talking. He played the guitar for me, and sang, I'm not sure if it was to me, don't ask me to analyze that. (I REFUSE to analyze that. Take it at face value. We are friends. We trust each other, and share with each other the important things. Beyond that... well, my feelings are open.) Sometimes we didn't even talk. We just sat in companionable quiet, with him quietly playing chords on his guitar. And I fell a little deeper in like with him. A little more trust worthy. And we helped each other. When he got out of the car he said  'thanks for cheering me up.' Me? I cheered HIM up? That's what friends are for, I guess.  


He reminds me of one of my favorite people in the world who always seems to pop up when I need a little help. Early this month when I was having a terrible horrible no good very bad day, God sent this man's daughter on a mission and brought someone to me who said what I needed to hear. He told me I was ok, and not broken. I'm not solipsist enough to think that she reported to the MTC that day for me... but I'm just saying that God knows.


Bottom Line: God Loves Me (and you), and Wants Me To Be Happy.
 Period. 
That is the bottom line. 
And that's all that really matters.