I was thinking about how it effected me to be without church for a while, it really made,me realize how much good it does and how much I need it, although I did not think I liked it or thought it necessary.
It is like my experience with over the counter pain medication. I took some ibuprofen and thought that it wasn't doing anything because I still felt pain, but when it ran out I definately knew that it was doing something, it was,making my pain bareable.
Once upon a time, I had the best ever food and was determined that I needed the recipe, I was suprised at how basic it was. Like the time my sister invited,me over for dinner and we had Mac and cheese and potatoes from a box. It was one of the best meals I had ever had. I thought maybe I was just hungry, because I have also been impressed by a pb&j sandwich before, but I knew it was not better than others. I was hungry.
One time, I was in Idaho, and we were trying to guess the ingredients to a new recipe, and we did very well, except for the most important, secret ingredient that makes all food great. That's right, love.
Most ingredients are pretty standard, but the thing that makes truly makes a meal great is the love put into it.
Above all food, the best sort is the kind given by those who are providing service like the times my Relief Society Sisters provided meals, after surgeries. Recently, I had one meal in particular that stood out in my mind, and it was commented that I would have the recipe, you know, I probably already have it, but no matter what I do I cannot replicate it was so good because it was prepared by another and that is why the recipes will always fail us.
I was thinking about the dirty faces and I wondered if they were over the top or if their faces would have really been that dirty.
That though quickly evolved to the thought of acting and the importance of having a good head shot and the time Lindsay and I wore make up, I was amazed at how easy it,was to transform my face. I wondered if Sis. Naumenn would find that when she started doing my make up. I wonder how she will make me look.
I just remembered LeAnne and the time I put make up on her and fixed her hair because I was trying to find a husband for her. I created a profile and ended up setting her up with a boy she had actually known in childhood, odd. The point is, she looked beautiful, so I realized that looking pretty must not be most important, anyone could look gorgeous.
Then, lastly, I remember after a musical I was in in college, a guy told me that I ought to consider wearing make up all of the time because I was so extremely beautiful in the play. I was type casted as a seductress again, though, so I was suppose to appear that way, but that was not me. My role was a dancing instructor and honestly, I cannot barely walk now, deceptive, appearance can be, I could act much different than I am.
