I know I've said this before, but I wanted to post it anyways.
I love how my friends:
-always call me pumpkin, babe, girl, girly, sparky, etc.
-always tell me nice things about myself
-tell me i'm beautiful (even when I don't feel like I am)
-always comment on my "big red lips"
-always bring the gospel into every conversation
-are so outgoing with everyone
-always say what's on their minds
-make me laugh (sometimes by saying what's on their minds)
-are ALWAYS there for me, no matter what
-write me silly little notes just to let me know they're thinking about me
-tease me when I do or say something stupid (yes, this one happens a lot)
-are able to make fun of themselves
-understand that I'm shy sometimes and make up for the difference
-often know me better than I know myself
-never let me go unnoticed
-make me tell them about my problems (even though sometimes I don't want to at first), and then
-always make my problems seems lighter but never unimportant
-have such strong testimonies of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and
-strengthen my testimony through their awesome, quiet examples
Last Sunday, I was reminded of a concept that I'd heard before but had since forgotten. It was that the Lord sends "ministering angels" into our lives all of the time but almost never in the form of angels as we normally think of them. Usually our ministering angels are sent in the form of normal, everyday people who (knowingly or unknowingly) influence our lives for good.
Every single day, my life is influenced by these angels. I wish I could individually name off what each of my angels does for me each day, but unfortunately...I don't have that much time. But truly, truly...I would not--could not--be where I am today without them. I just hope you all know who you are. You really do touch me every day.
This might seem like a strange starting point for a blog. However, to me, it seems like the perfect place to start. You might have to really know me to understand where this is coming from, but...alas. Here it goes.
Approximately one month ago, my product red motorazr died. If you've ever been around me at all, the chances are extremely high that you've heard me complain about this phone. The screen froze up all the time, the texting was terrible, and it was, in one all-inclusive word, slow. This stinkin' phone drove me crazy! Every day I had something bad to say about it. Sounds like I should have thrown a party when it broke, right? Wrong. When it broke, I cried. I surprised even myself at how sad I was when it broke. And when I went to Best Buy and they told me there was nothing I could do, I tried to convince myself that buying a new phone would be a good thing--that anything would be a step up from my razor. But the reality of it was that I was heartbroken. My phone was dead. My phone that had been through two break-ups, graduating from high school, moving away to college (and all that goes along with that, including the heartache), and ending up in the hospital at the end of the semester, with me. As dramatic as it sounds, a very small part of me died when my phone died.
When I got my new phone, the LG rumor, I should have been a little more excited. It has all the features that my old phone didn't. Still, every day I find something new to complain about. The tiny buttons on the keyboard, the irritating noises that it makes for everything (the incoming calls/texts, alarms, etc), the number 3 button that sticks regularly.
And yet...this is how I know I'm going to love this phone. It will be a great new start.
