Lost and Found

I am lost.

As I drive, I see unfamiliar roads.

I turn blindly right, I turn blindly left.

I keep along my path, unaware.

Unaware of my destination or my past.

As I cry, I see unfamiliar signs.

And yet I continue on.

Something pulls me forward to the unknown.

Through the darkness I drive on.

As I listen, I hear unfamiliar cars.

Blindly, I stay within the lines on my right and left.

I follow the cars around me, unaware of my speed.

I am a follower, driving on a foreign road.

As I pray, I feel a warmth begin to cover me.

As I look up, I see my mountain in the distance.

My mountain bathed in brilliant morning light.

Now I have my own path. Now I have a purpose.

I am found.

:D

Finish junior year....Check.

Well friends, I have come to the conclusion that I am definitely a morning person.  I am not saying I am up in the mornings, (college and moving out has definitely changed that) but when I get a good night sleep, I love to be up early!  This morning I was up at 5:00am to see my brother to the airport (he is serving a full-time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Singapore!!) and I remembered how much I love being up early.  I felt awake when I got to work, and felt as if my morning was well spent.I also got to see a beautiful sunset (see picture below)

The downside? I am currently dead tired.

Explosions of Happiness :D

Have you ever been so happy that you just need to share it with someone before you explode?  Probably one of my favorite feelings...ever!  But, do you know what is even better?  When the person you share it with is happy too, and you can both explode together!  I love when other people's happiness adds to mine :) 

Today is one of those days where I got to explode with someone :D

The Young Victoria

Let's talk about this movie.  Let's talk about how beautiful this love story is.  Let's talk about how the soundtrack is perfect.  Perfect for sad, lonely, or paper writing nights...like tonight :)

Dear Wendy's

I love that you are okay with my frosty runs at odd hours of the night...even when I am in my PJs.

Love,
Celery

Musical Tradition

I love that this weekend I had the opportunity to hear the word of God while surrounded by family.  My cousins came down from Utah and we were able to spend Saturday and Sunday with them.  I realized how grateful I was for my family and for the love and acceptance I feel around them.  There is no other group I would rather be with than my family. 

One of our family traditions is music.  Whenever we get together for family dinners, we always seem to end up around the piano.  I love that we have such beautiful singers who are willing to share their talents together.  I love that we sing until our voices are worn out.  I love the feeling of the spirit that enters as we sing.  I believe there is power and strength in sacred music.  None of us are perfect, but during those evenings, we have the opportunity to bear our testimony through song.