Love the past but let your heart reside in the future.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Love This Flower
There are plumeria trees in India. The one across the street from the bedroom window started to bloom two weeks ago and then the rain came and since then there haven't been more than a dozen blossoms at a time. We are so much a part of the city even though we have only been here a bit more than a month. Last night Bob picked up a couple of things at the tiny neighborhood market and introduced himself to a young man buying bread. Pointing to our building he said, "We live there." "I know," was the man's answer. We are the minority and we are not anonymous. Everyday we are the only ones we see with blue eyes, but are we lonesome? We miss friends and family of course and think about and pray for all of you, but we are not lonesome. One moment an Indian man will be staring at you and the next minute he is returning your smile. If you go far away from home, India is a good choice.
“I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.” 1 Nephi 3:7
“All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the Lord: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.” Psalms 22:27