My Randomness

I woke up at 3 am yesterday morning with the thought that caterpillars and butterflies should be one chapter because they are mostly related.Caterpillars becoming butterflies and all. Sooo… here are some random thought on caterpillars and butterflies.

These random thoughts were mostlyinspired by a conversation I had with Nic yesterday after church. My hope is that they make sense to those of you who read them because I have a tendency to write things that make sense to only me.

Everyone knows what caterpillars are.They are furry little crawlers that either turn into butterflies or moths. I see myself as a caterpillar( sometimes) just waiting to come out of her cocoon and to become a beautiful butterfly. Just waiting for the time when I will have beautiful colored wings and be able to sore high in the clouds. This is a great ambition,however; there is a tiny problem. I am already seen as a beautiful butterfly by my family and friends. They see me as someone who has been through a lot to get the color in her wings. How often do those we love see themselves as something less than what they really are or, like myself, how often do you view yourself as an event waiting to happen like a caterpillar coming out of cocoon?

For me, I tend to forget the lessons I have learned from my many life experiences and realize after the fact,that all I needed to do was just stop and count my blessings and accomplishments. I graduated from college with an Associates Degree in Accounting/Computerized Bookkeeping and an Office Technology Certificate despite the tragedy that occurred right in the middle of education. I also have remained active in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and have callings that I enjoy. Again, to the amazement of some, with an experience like mine I could have turned my back on all I believed and given up.  I have four celestial beings just waiting for me to be their mother for Eternity,A wonderful family, great friends and good health.If that doesn’t put color in a butterflies wings then there is something wrong with the DNA. (If I have lost anyone, I comparing the experiences in my life to the time a caterpillar spends in a cocoon.)

My experiences are unique to me because they are what has helped me learn the life lessons that are essential to returning to live my Father in Heaven. We all have life lessons some more involved than others and learned at different times and that is okay because we are all different just like caterpillars and butterfliese no two are just alike. That is what makes this life so interesting.

To be continued…

I just HATE waking up early in the morning! it drives me insane!It is Saturday for crying out loud. Saturday is a day to sleep in. Anyway, I promised myself that I would try to write something about my book at least once a week and so here I am. I have come up with chapter titles and have journaled some ideas for those chapters. The chapters are: Caterpillars,Butterflies,The Power of Faith and the Holy Priesthood and, the chapters that woke me this morning, Families are Forever and Enduring to the End. The titles seem random;however, there is a sense of  rhyme and reason to the titles and order of those titles .  The order doesn’t seem to be chronological like I had originally thought they would be though. It being a story of my life experiences and all.

I have also decided that when I post some brainstorming that I am going to change the names of family and friends or use place holders just to be sure that no one outside my family and friend circle knows who I am talking about. I have recently received a comment in a different language sooo… I feel its better to be safe than sorry.

Everyone is unique. If we weren’t we would be the same in look, in personality and experience. If our Father in Heaven meant for us to live that way we would be trandslated in no time and we would be without our agency. We would all live with him again because we all made the same choices and they were all the right ones. Sound familar to anyone? Satan wanted us to all make it back and recieve the glory for his accomplishment. Our Father knew that in order to become like him we needed our agency. We each needed to experience life in a way that would help us learn the lessons necessary to reach Eternal life and Exaltation. He knew that each of his children were unique in personality and therefore needed to experience life differently. For example, some of us learn by simply hearing someone teach while others need to see what is being taught in action. Some are audio learners and others are visual. everyone of Heavenly Father’s children learn life’s lessons at different times in different circumstances.

Strangers,who I just met at a photo booth and heard who I am, have said that my rescent life experience is unique and they see me standing strong and ask me why? or How is it possible that you are not in a vegatative state in bed in  pj and fuzzy slippers “watching”  television wishing your life would just come to an end or some just cry and say how sorry they are.  I tell these individuals without hesitation,” It is okay. I know where my children are. He can’t hurt them anymore. That is the key I know where they are and I know who I am. Without that knowlwdge I can almost garentee that I would be that individual who is in bed in pj and fuzzy slippers “watching” television wanting my life to come to an end. This is my story. This is my anwer to the question, why? It is my hope that in telling my story that it will awaken in you a desire to answer these same questions in your life and make the most of what you learn.

IcoNyx and I were talking one day, more than just a few months ago, about writing my life story and he suggested that I begin with something similar to what I have written in my about me. I have thought about that and he hit the nail on the head because I do not want to share my story  to receive their pity or sympathy. I  will share it to hopefully cause individuals who read my story to act and stop being acted upon. I will share my story to hopefully help the reader to see his or her own worth and find blessings in their own trials. If you have not read my about me and are not sure what passage I am referring to I have it pasted below.

 I have not shared this part of me because I want sympathy. I have shared this part of me in hopes that it will instill in the reader a desire to hold their children close, play with them, read stories and just smile at the thought of them. All children are precious and they grow so fast. Tell your child(ren) that you love them. Treat each moment with them as if it were your last because tomorrow may be too late. Before you know it they are grown and have families of their own. Please don’t let a minute pass without your loved ones knowing how much you love them. I miss my little ones terribly; however, I know they knew I loved them because I told them often in words and actions. The real tragedy in a child’s life is never knowing they are loved so tell them today!

Well that is my brainstorming for now.What did you think?

Hi all~

I am taking the opportunity to do something I have wanted to do for quite some time. In fact, it is something that has been in the making since I was in grade school. I have wanted to write a autobiography of my life. I have been told I should tell my story so I felt this was a way to get it started. Hold on this ride is a doosy! I call it Then There was Me (for now).Suggestions and comments are welcome. In fact, I will be offended if I do not get feedback that is good or otherwise.

Take care all~

Leslie