The Greatest Adventure

In about four days I leave to work in Sun Valley, Idaho - a famous, beautiful resort town in the middle of nowhere.  (It's basically a somewhat ritzier version of Park City in a more secluded area.)


I am a tad sad to soon be forgotten by Utah, yet so excited to go.  It's a great adventure to go somewhere alone and not know what's there awaiting me.  

Anything can happen.

My ankle still hasn't healed and I'm still in a hefty boot, but it'll work out.  I know it.  I have a brace I can use to do the activities (hiking, swimming, horseback riding, etc).  And if armies can't stop the will of God, then neither can an injury.  It won't stop God's plan for me, whatever that may be.  For now, it is to go to Sun Valley and experience this great adventure.


I am just so blessed.


I'm grateful for my past and what I've learned from it.  I look forward with hopes and dreams in the opportunities coming my way.  And I live in today, enjoying the little things and loving those around me.  I'm not perfect at it, but I am learning and growing on the way.  The Lord is by my side and Christ makes up for where I lack.  I have courage.

All is well, all will be well, and I am happy.

Sometimes Satan tries to hide the good things in life with dust, blocks, and craters. President Boyd K. Packer [link] tells a story of a little girl in Japan at the close of World War II who was surrounded by debris, blocks, and craters as she looked for yellow sycamore leaves that she was gathering into a bouquet.  She hardly noticed the mess surrounding her as she did so.  And we can do the same.  Look for the good, make something of it, and the mess will seem unnoticeable.  At least, the burden will seem lighter.


I've been continuously blessed to be able to see the good in my life.  Family, friends, tender mercies, experiences. And they all lead me to grow and become a better person. 

 They all become a part of who I am.

I don't know why God picked me to live this life, but I'm grateful He did.

It's an amazing adventure.

a lost dream, a lived dream, and a new dream

It's so hard to let go of a dream.

A dream that you've lived, and for so long, too.

A dream that you've tasted.

And then to let it go...

Drop the ashes,

Letting them float away in the wind.

Hoping the wind will change its path, turn around,

And

Come back.

Come back.

It continues its way somewhere into spaces and places.

But it didn't take the hope with it.

Because somewhere out there the wind is still lingering its way

through trees, around rocks, across the ocean.

It's still there. Carrying the dream with it.

What if?

Then there's another dream.

The one that is now.

Many words, many sounds, many feelings

Much wonder.

It is. It just is.

So you live it.

Love it.

Take note and never forget.

But then there's another dream.

And that's the one that brings 

excitement, optimism, a new tomorrow

A new moment.

In one split second, on any given day,

A world can change.

Or even worlds.

A moment occurs

Unexpectedly.

No predictions made,

No descriptions measure up.

And no dreamer could have imagined anything better.

A better dream come true than was dreamed in the first place.

And you know it came from a place 

Where laughter lingers throughout space and time, smiles are never lost, and no person forgotten.

It came from where all good things come from.

Even the sparkling sea,

A gown of fireworks glittering against the night sky,

Fields of green dancing under a big blue sky,

That new book, a new world,

Wind whispering words of hope.

And a blue bird singing from place to place

With a lost dream, a lived dream, and a new dream.