When I originally started this blog, I wanted it to focus on love. I wanted it to be a way for me to express gratitude for love, to acknowledge the power of love, through the evidences I’ve witnessed in my life. At some times more than others, my posts have lived up to that goal. But, I think as I have explained in a previous post, I realized that every time I write, there is some evidence of love. Whether I’m sharing a new recipe, telling a funny story (or at least one that I find funny), or even speaking ever-so-vaguely about a trial I am enduring, there is something to be said for love in there. With the recipes and funny stories, I am able to recognize that my Father in Heaven has blessed me with so many things, not excluding nourishment, chocolate, and even small but significant reasons to smile. And He does so because He loves me! With the trials and hardships, I’m usually able, by the end of my writing, to recognize that God is in control and that He guides me through the rough time I’m having. And He does so because He loves me! I’ve written about strange dreams, high school memories, emotional freak-outs, my silly little quirks, weddings, scary dentist appointments, family, friends, finding my place in life. Heck, I've even blogged in my sleep. And I am able to write all of these things why? Because Heavenly Father loves me. He gave me my life, my body, my spirit, this gospel. He has given me countless things and people to love, and the means whereby I can feel and express that love. Through my writing this blog, as well as through other means, I know that Love is manifest in all things, and all things testify of Christ—of His and our Father’s perfect love.