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Vision

What is vision? What does it mean to see something not with your eyes but with your heart? The great Bob Marley once said, "Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you're riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake up and Live!"

I've been thinking a lot lately about the dream I have for myself, the vision if you will of what I want my life to look like. Here are the bolded headings:
Covenant keeper
Sister, daughter, confidant, and loyal friend
Wife
Mother
Doctor
Happy and wise.

What's your vision look like? What's on your dream board for yourself?
Recently I have been talking with several friends whose lives haven't quite taken the straight course they expected (or for that matter, the winding course they were sort-of anticipating.) The older I get, the more I realize such is the experience of all of us who walk in this fallen place.

While it's true that your life won't take quite the road you expect or have lined up for yourself, it is still true that you can be happy in the winding. You can be amazed by the turning, twisting, dips and heights. You can still smile every day at the little things. The color in bubbles. The color of the sky. Laughter. A quiet moment to reflect on the goodness of life.

Recently in General Conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a message was shared where the speaker talked about seeing things differently. They were specifically speaking of the scriptures but it applies just as much to life - you don't necessarily get better experiences or see something different or new but you get new eyes.

Such has been my favorite lesson over the last year and I'm so grateful for it. It is not always easy to choose to be happy every day. Some days it's impossible. But there are times since I've been focusing more on this that I find myself paying attention to something that while not new, is now different under this new light in which I'm striving to cast my life. I see the world differently. That is the power really behind the enabling power of the Atonement of Christ. He can give a change of heart towards happiness. He did for me and He can for you.

Dream and be happy in your wandering.






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