|This morning's pretty moon.|
|Mint chocolate chip|
That evening we went to dinner with friends. Started out at Cheesecake Factory but the wait was at least 90 minutes (they wouldn't even give us pager for an hour) so we walked around the corner to Brio Tuscan Grille. We had a wonderful meal and only had to wait about 7 or 8 minutes for a table. But the impressive thing to me was the host. Instead of standing at the desk and shouting out the name, he walked over and in a normal volume mentioned our name and said our table was ready. I even remarked out loud how much more pleasant that was. Manners. Seemingly disappearing. I was grateful for his approach.
|Sat. afternoon looking west, it was stunningly beautiful.|
And in class discussion at church yesterday the word "meek" was brought up. And of course they always have to (unnecessarily) define it as humility so everyone knows what it means. I think people often think of someone that's meek as someone that's weak. I looked up meek in the dictionary and was surprised to find this definition pop up: "enduring injury with patience and without resentment". I'm not sure I've ever heard that before. And I love it. Enduring something (no matter what it is) without resentment relieves one of the need to judge. Frees us from having to think about the injury and it's consequences. Places that burden squarely when it belongs, with Heavenly Father and the Savior of this world. It was definitely a small lesson I needed (and apparently no one else even heard).
|Blooming now. Quite pretty.|