Imagination

 I am grateful for imagination.

Because of it, I can look at clouds and see animals and city's outlines.

When I read books, I can imagine what the characters look like, based on the description. I can imagine the landscapes and the events taking place in the book. 

I can look at the markings on certain tiles or wood planks and see faces, animals, shapes.

I can observe people and imagine what their life is like. 

When I was younger, middle school age, I would come home from school and place LPs or 45s in a certain sequence to create a story; I would then act out as I sang along with them. I would listen to waltzes and imagine myself in an Austrian castle dancing the night away. 

As I read the scriptures, I imagine myself being on the scene. In my imagination, I have been in the Garden of Gethsemane with the Savior. I felt His love for each and every one of us.
I have imagined Him standing next to me and I felt the desire to be the best person I could be. 
I have imagined Him sitting next to me, during my travels, and I felt at peace. 

I am grateful for my imagination. It enriches my life and, especially, my soul.