Found.

I love being found.
Unlike most little kids, my favorite part of hide and go seek was being found. I hated being alone in dark places and most of all I hated how the anxiety of being found cranked up the urine production in my bladder and made me feel like I would wet myself if I waited any longer. I don't know why I talk about bodily fluids so much. I promise I'm not as boyish and immature as I seem! Okay maybe just a little immature. My mom used to say that we'd know we were mature when we started liking those red tomatoes she always put on the dinner table. Well, that tomato landmark has come and gone and I'm still not as mature as I'd like to be. What is happening?! This was supposed to be a semi-serious post. I digress...

I love being found. Tonight I read this talk by President Eyring and my worldly, prideful, and lost little soul felt relieved. Sometimes it's so easy to get caught up in day to day matters that seem so important. I forget that I should be a missionary. I forget that it's more important that I'm kind and loving more than getting that project pushed through at work. I forget that I'm so lucky to know what I know. I forget to share it. I forget how important the real part of life is.

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