I am certainly not good looking. I am no genius. I am anything but athletic. I have no hair on my head. I have plenty of hair on my back and all my nose hairs are turning white. I’m not particularly musical. I can’t act. I know nothing about philosophy, history, anthropology, or Achilles Tendons. When my words become a mish-mash or I cannot get them out quickly enough, I feel like I have lost everything. It seems to happen more and more often these days, especially when I am tired. I’d like to say be able to say that, when it happens, I reside in my heavenly father’s arms but, in reality, I get frustrated with myself, I feel very stupid, and I just want someone -- okay, ANYONE and EVERYONE -- to assure me that I am okay. I saw a guy on The American Invention show recently (I really don’t watch much television actually – honest!) who had invented this chubby all-blue doll he calls “My Therapy Buddy.” When you squeeze its back side, a soothing feminine voice says “Everything’s going to be alllllllriiiight.” When my words get mixed up, I need one of those dolls. Actually, you know what though, maybe not. God always tells me that I am okay. He's the one I care about. He gives me the assurance that His perfect plan is there. I do not really need everything to be “alright” today when I know that my Savior is there for me for eternity.
Now, I just need to remind myself of that the next time words just aren't coming quickly or smoothly enough for me.