Little Things

I think right now, I want a miracle. I want something BIG to happen.

But in reality, it's the little things I need to pay attention to.

Like at work this week, my bishop's wife came through my line. I talked to her for a while, even though she had never seen me at church, she now knows my face and my name.

A few days later at work, I saw my first councilor of the bishopric. I called him by name and he also came and talked to me. Again, he didn't know who I was, but now he knows my face and my name.

These are the little things that are moving me in the right direction. These are the small steps on the pathway I want to go down.

I keep wanting it to just happen. But that's not going to be the way it works. Heavenly Father keeps reminding me of that.

I just hope I'm at least attending church by March. Why March you ask? Well, other than that seems like a good, feasible goal to accomplish, my missionary comes home. I know, I know, this adds a whole nother dimention to my story.

Even if I don't end up with this particular missionary, that is the goal I'm striving towards.

I have to remind myself of two things:
1. Nobody's perfect, and people have made my same mistake more than I'll ever know;
2. Majorie Hinkley didn't marry a prophet; she married a man.

I have asked off Sunday's starting next semester. Baby step.