It's kinda crazy how true my dreams have become since I got sick. In fact, I am dreaming more than I ever thought I could, and it's scary. Just scary. But I am making it be okay. Life is great, nothing will get in my way because i am really finding out who I am.
I love reading, in general. But it has to interest me before I learn about it or get into the fictional world.
Sarah and I had a great night last night and I wrote a poem. It was at the very first missionary fireside that we as a couple have gone to. It was an interesting experience. It isn't really sensical but this is what I wrote:
The Earth weeps the death of
Him who lived
Testified unto death.
I love him. But I shall
Not weep. Death is only a
Worker Bee's sting
Who sleeps But
Wakes up to the Head
of my Resurrection.
-Jose Suancitio
It was a strength to me to see our spanish Elders and Sisters.
Sister Constanzi and I click. Music does that for us but there is so much more. It almost makes me cry. I wish I could see more of her in my life. We shall be great friends, I hope. She has the same piano story as i, except hers is in development.
Billy took my like the male-nurse he is. And I was very grateful for the Fried Chicken and potato salad. He was very good to me. Just reading off the list of side effects of my medicine. Which I got a new one today. Hopefully it works to stop my drooling. That is the lowest form of feeling to me, besides feeling tired.
BUT, I HAVE FELT MORE MYSELF. NO TIREDNESS. I HAVE A NEW SENSE OF LIFE.
Sarah had problems today with her work and President's day, but it is all worked out now. We were up super early and did the gym thing. I absolutely love the enclosed space of the raquetball court.
Coco is a good nurse, and I met someone Mona sp? that doesn't like Nirva, but does like Leticia. I'm glad I met her.
I DROVE TODAY! More miracles, happy ones. Are there sad miracles?
Our house is a mess, but our lives are happy.
We watched a house show today: Fixer Upper. It was wonderful.
Sarah reminds me that there are people my age that haven't accomplished half as much stuff as I, and that I can still accomplish many things before I die, which I have, and always will. Life will always be celebrated in my household. Even if I died tomorrow, I can live knowing that I was an influence for good, and that I was always myself in every instance, even those where I thought I was less than who I was.
Christ's atonement covers me because he descended below me, knowing who I was and always choosing good for me. He is my Spirit. the One I choose to follow.
Deseret book was good to us today.
