I imagine in the background there is music playing as the rain falls gently from the sky.
I am full of joy.
On other days I have felt like crying or sleeping as I have pictured myself in different scenes, clumsy and sad scenes with less than joyful emotions; but I was still happy. It was in those pressing times that I felt a tangible element of peace that is strangely missing in times of complete joy. I describe it like a friend that has gone away but who would return at a moment's notice if I needed them.
there is yearning to find this friend always.
So when I listen to general conference and uplifting music; when I learn something new or when I rediscover something forgotten, I recognize that my friend is close by; present in my parent's home and in the seminary room each morning. Last week in the Schnuck's parking lot I helped an old woman who was physically off balance to the doors of the store. That feeling of my friend was close by.
I am beginning to understand clearly where to find the peace that accompanies the friend I seek. It is in the scriptures that I find Him. I find Him in serving others.
Maybe in my old age I am beginning to learn something.
Maybe in my old age I am beginning to learn something.

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