"You will not have room to receive it"

"You haven't been sleeping lately."

He didn't start the conversation with small talk. Just an assertion. I looked at him for a minute with an awestruck face betraying the sense of "how-could-you-know-that?" As he enveloped me in a hug, I was just thankful I didn't have to explain. He just knew.

It will never cease to amaze me how sometimes your friends just know. Even when you haven't talked in months, they know. They don't want an explanation unless you want to give it. And when you do, they are all ears.

I have the best friends in the world.

BLegh

All I can say is:

I hate cheesy love songs like a fat kid hates to jog.
Sappiness kills my mood. And my appetite.

Genuine love songs, them's okay. Imma have to say I'm a fan.

Thank heaven I can't play the saxophone. I would scare off the menfolk with greater frequency. Now the trumpet, that's a different story.

I dunno

I taught the 20-child nursery on Sunday. Isaac and Elias had more than the alotted amount of energy, and ran around and around the room for an hour an a half. Despite the noise and pandemonium, this didn't bother me. I figure if they get their energy out in church, Mom and Dad will count their blessings. And I'll go home and take a nap.

Anyway, I finally got them to settle down by presenting them with books and asking them to read to me. Isaac screwed up his face trying to make out what the story was saying. Then he turned the book upside down and was a lot more pleased with his comprehension. Then I gave them crayons and let them color all over the butcher paper on the table, and let them rip off the technicolor paper upon completion. The puerile thanatos was satiated. The children rejoiced.

My life is sort of this way. Sometimes I think Heavenly Father lets me run around and around in circles until my energy is spent. There is no use trying to slow me down, because my Spirit feels like it's going to burst out of my body. But when I am through running laps and freaking out, listless and still, then He starts giving me answers. Even then, sometimes I have to turn them upside down before they make any sense.

I feel this summer has been a series of progressively intriguing adventures, each specifically designed to give me the proverbial patience of Job. I've been around a lot of children, which in a sense has caused two reactions: on the one hand, there was never seen a more effective method of birth control; on the other hand, I've never wanted children more than spending time with children in nursery or with Kassy and Josh and my neighbors. It causes an heartache, swelling inside and sometimes a feeling of loneliness. But also hope. I may not have children for years to come, owing to the circumstance of not having an eternal family unit of my own, but my arms are not empty as I have considered them this long while. When your arms are open, something is bound to come and fill them.