{"id":680,"date":"2014-11-14T05:51:50","date_gmt":"2014-11-14T05:51:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/?p=680"},"modified":"2014-11-14T05:51:50","modified_gmt":"2014-11-14T05:51:50","slug":"sunsets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emmaletters.com\/sunsets\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunsets"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today I was driving home. Alone. \u00a0I was a little tense. \u00a0Maybe because I haven’t driven or been by myself for a really long time. \u00a0But I was doing good. \u00a0Only one person honked at me.<\/p>\n

And I was sitting in the car thinking. \u00a0Thinking about how 2 weeks ago I was in a beautiful place doing a beautiful work for my Savior. \u00a0And how I want to keep serving Him, \u00a0I just don’t know how He wants me to.<\/p>\n

And then I looked to the right (trying not to swerve) and Heavenly Father just told me that He loved me.<\/p>\n

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I just happened to be next to the neighborhood park. \u00a0It’s a beautiful park where people come with their dogs, play frisbee golf, and do archery. \u00a0So I drove up there.<\/p>\n

At the top of this park is a little outlook. \u00a0An outlook where I’ve come in the past to think and pray and ponder. \u00a0And maybe Heavenly Father gave me the sunset and brought me to the park so I could be alone to think and pray and ponder again.<\/p>\n

As I looked at my\u00a0beautiful Arizona sunset, I remembered how much I had missed them. I mean, Italy has sunsets, but not like this. \u00a0And I prayed. \u00a0I thanked my Heavenly Father for all of the things He taught me on the streets of Italy. \u00a0For all of the inspiration He gave me as I rode my bike in the Italian countryside at dusk.<\/p>\n

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And as I looked over that familiar sunset, it reminded me of going finding\u00a0one night in Firenze and finding a woman from Ukraine and praying with her in the park. \u00a0She burst into tears as we prayed for her daughter and her husband who had passed on. \u00a0We never saw her again, but we prayed with her in a park very similar to the one I was at tonight. \u00a0And while tonight I definitely couldn’t go up to the random people and ask to pray with them, I prayed by myself.<\/p>\n

And I felt at peace. \u00a0I miss the biking and tag and Italy, but I served with all of my heart. \u00a0And I know that Heavenly Father always reminds us that He loves us, through the beautiful sunsets. \u00a0They always come at those perfect moments. \u00a0When we get so caught up in the business of life, and all we have to do is just go a little higher and look at the bigger picture of things, and we see so much beauty. \u00a0The things that seemed so big are really so little.<\/p>\n

Being home hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be, but I definitely miss it. \u00a0I feel like I’m watching the world and like I’m watching myself. Sometimes I have little moments where I really feel like myself, and I think I’ll get there eventually. \u00a0Just keeping the sorella in the Emma, just like how I always tried to keep Emma in the sorella. If that makes sense.<\/p>\n

And andiamo avanti. \u00a0Because no matter where we are in the world, He loves us. \u00a0We just have to sometimes stop a second and appreciate the little sunsets in our lives.<\/p>\n

\"SAM_0174\"<\/a>Sunset in Rimini<\/p>\n

\"SAM_0499\"<\/a>Sunset in Firenze across from the Pontevecchio along the Arno<\/p>\n

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Isn’t it beautiful?<\/p>\n

Vi voglio bene,<\/p>\n

Emma<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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