Small Proofs

First Presidency Christmas Devotional....can't believe it's the first Sunday of December already.

Last year, admidst my zombie-depression, Kristen dragged me to the devotional.

It lifted my spirits and put a little bit of life and hope back into my broken heart.

This year, my date and I had to park SEVEN BLOCKS away. We sprinted to the door and sat down next to Kris and her sister as the program started, panting and coughing the cold air out of our lungs.

It was nice. Good, Christmas messages.

But the thing that was the nicest was: I didn't need cheering up. I already had a heart full of hope when I arrived. It was one more proof that this year has been full of healing and growth. And: GRATITUDE.

p.s. We saw Santa! Of course he showed up at the devotional, naturally... {He's up on the balcony--can you see him?}