Heaven really *is* in the details!

Yesterday morning, I was trying to find where I’d put my T-pins when I moved everything out of my bedroom in order to paint. I have a small project that needs to be blocked so I can enclose it in Middlest’s birthday card.

I was bewailing this in an email to a friend.

Oh, this is too funny. I just spent five or ten minutes rummaging in boxes that are stacked in the hall. I looked to my left midway through [that] paragraph and saw where the little box of pins had slipped sideways between two Spacemakers that hold knitting needles.

Behold:



OK, technically that’s between a Spacemaker and the tin that holds my ribbon art bonbons. What a great way to start my day! And the day just got better and better.

Anne Perry’s latest column on Meridian reminded me that I used to wonder the same thing. What if I went through my whole life, thinking I was serving Him, and I found out at the end of it that I hadn’t, and that I didn’t recognize His voice?

Things that made me feel happy yesterday:

• The two lights at my work station are now connected to a power source, instead of a dead wall. Let there be light!
• I finished closing all the files for June.
• I sent out all the client survey letters for one of my attorneys and prepared them for the other.
• Another inch on each sweater sleeve.
• A good meeting with my new Visiting Teaching Coordinator
  

As we speak, there are two pairs of socks [and the stealth project] soaking in Eucalan. In less than ten minutes, the timer will go off, the socks et al will drain for a bit, and I will get ready for work. I am driving in again today, because I am heading straight for the temple after work. A few hours spent in that peaceful, quiet, holy place will reset my internal clock to Heaven Standard Time.

[And tomorrow there will be a new yarn shop to explore...]