"The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is." -Marianne Williamson

Today I felt:
-Grumpy
-PMSy
-Sugar deprived
-Ugly
-Unorganized
-Bored
-Old


And then I prayed. My eyes were opened, and I came to understand in a small way, the point to existence.


The point is a clean living room that smells like lavender, and a husband who makes you oatmeal with blueberries. The point is a cold morning that turns into a beautiful afternoon. It's mail, it's chatting on the floor with girlfriends. The point is the color my bedroom is in the middle of the day when my red curtains are closed, and my scriptures are open. It's losing one pound. The point is mother's who always answer their phone, and classmates who laugh at your jokes, and water bottles. The point is faith and charity; trust and pixie dust.


What a great day. No wonder Mexico celebrates it.