Tonight I got to know someone a little better. She is new to the area. Her family is adorable, as is she but more so she is an absolute hoot. She is forthright. What you see is what you get. And what I got was a whole lot out of her story.
It was sweet to hear of her conversion to the gospel of Jesus Christ. To learn of the sacrifices she made to do that which she knew was right, things not supported, let alone appreciated by her family, was touching. It was inspiring.
She has a can-do spirit. She understands the efforts that one must put into living the gospel daily. It is not always easy. It is very often difficult. Yet, it can and must be done and one must make oneself do the work to progress.
Probably my favorite part of the conversation was her insight of doing too much for some people. I loved how she spoke of not feeling guilty for what she has because she and her husband worked so very hard to get what they have. They sacrificed so much along the way to be where they are that she does not feel the need to give it away for some foolish, misplaced guilt trip.
Yes. My kind of woman. My kind of friend.